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Getting to know the natives: missedstations & flassche

Rair hissed as Blake just moved him. Again. He did not like that part. Didn't like being on all fours that much at all. Didn't really like feeling the significantly larger weight over him. Blake was as implacable as a mountain. He tried to shift his wings that were trapped under Blake, trying to make himself at least somewhat comfortable. He felt that he could pretty much collapse under Blake's weight.

He would have protested more if Blake had not kept stroking him. He continued to thrust very slightly into that hand, his claws digging into the ground. His tail was very twitchy, even with the weight on it, shifting restlessly. The only part of him that really still could.

So Blake knew what to do – surprising, maybe, that it was the same way. He had to tense up, thinking how it would be to actually take Blake's erection inside himself. It did seem very big. He had to wonder if it could actually fit, if it could possibly feel good to have something that size inside him. He pressed his tail down, as if he was not entirely sure about the finger. Even if it was doing rather nice things.

He hissed again, this time more in pleasure. The finger inside him had found the right angle to feel good, stroking the sensitive inside. He tried to arch his back against the body holding him down, trying to make the touches more intense. His kind had to be at least a little bit into pain, with odd injuries almost being inevitable during intimate encounters. His purr came back, slowly, as he got used to this.

Luckily Blake hadn't yet seemed to work out exactly how easy he might be to control, especially if Blake took hold of his wing-bones... The human had not yet found out exactly how much he did not like his wings being touched. It was a matter of great trust between lovers, to unfurl wings during situations like this.
 
Blake noticed the creature struggling underneath his weight. Was he to heavy?. He shifted his weight a bit. He now could still hold the creature down, but he did not press down as hard as he had done at first.
He noticed the creature tensing up on his little invasion. Blake grinned as he knew he was now back on top of the food chain. He might not have claws, but he could rip this Rair a new one.

Blake increased the pace of his stroking. His strong grip and long digits took hold of as much of the organ as possible. He began to pump faster and faster. Soon the air was filled with the sounds of the creature hissing and the wet organ slapping against the merc’s well-trained hands. Every few strokes, Blake would stop and use his thumb to massage the tip of the organ. He did not know if the creature liked it, but Blake found it rewarding.

His other hand was working its magic on the little hole. The tightness was overwhelming. Blake had finally gotten used to the tightness and strangeness of the aliens anatomy. “Just relax” He said softly as he began to move his finger back and forth. Slowly but surely he had begun to set a steady pace. Each time his hand would move from the tip of the shaft to the base, his index finger would slam itself inside. Rubbing against as much of the flesh inside of the creature.

The creature was hard and protective on the outside, on the inside it felt soft and almost elastic on some parts. Blake noticed that the juices of the creature had covered his entire hand. Feeling cruel and aroused he moved his wet hand from the organ towards the creatures mouth. He placed it against the open mouth, as the creature was busy with letting out another sound. He quickly found the long tongue and made sure the creature tasted his own fluids. Blake made sure not to cut himself on the teeth.

He then placed his hand back on the organ, as he made up for lost time. His pace was tiresome as he already felt fatigue slip in his arms. His index finger slipped out of the tight hole, as he middle finger joined. Slowly he began to push inside. It was hard, and the progress was slow. He tried his best not to hurt Rair. When both his fingers had finally dug in as deep as they could, he began to explore his inside. He searched for sensitive pleasure points, concentrating heavily on his body signs and sounds emanating from its throat.
 
Why had he let things go this way? Surely he'd made a mistake letting this creature touch him. This would no doubt end up downright uncomfortable, and it was becoming obvious that Blake was trying to show dominance, rather than, say, curiosity and trying to improve inter-species relations.

He sighed, licking at Blake's fingers as they were pushed towards his mouth. He slid it between the fingers, licking them clean, as the human obviously wanted him to. His tongue was rough, flexible, and he was pretty much able to wrap it all around a finger. (Funnily enough, he knew his own juices tasted weird this time. Must have been the diet on this planet. He was starting to hate this planet.)

The second finger made him tense again, but for less time. It did feel good. Why should he resist too much? He parted his thighs a little further, almost obliging, relaxing into the touches, accepting them, trying to make it easier. It wasn't that uncomfortable, but the rational part of his mind was still rather dubious about it all.

He was gasping for breath, making pretty much incoherent sounds in his throat. He literally did almost collapse when Blake began exploring. By deeper sounds in his throat, it sounded very much as if he had several spots that he liked having touched. The full movement of Blake's fingers brushed probably against them all. No wonder his culture never managed to develop a taboo against anal sex. It felt pretty damn good. He was trying to rub back against Blake, and if not for the bag attached to his tail, he would no doubt have tried wrapping it around Blake.
 
Blake felt the strange tongue lick his fingers clean. IT was long and flexible. He wondered how long it could extend. Already his mind flooded with perverted ideas concerning it. He wondered if the creature liked his own taste. If Blake where to try his or his own he would probably foam from the mouth and pistol-whip the creature.

Blake had felt the creature relax as it parted its own hips. Was it enjoying it self that much?. Blake grinned as he wanted the creature to explode by his hands. It would set a statement. He would set the rules. He was his captive after all. His fingers explored his insides, until he found a weird lump. At first he thought nothing of it, but when pressed. Rair let out a series of loud incoherent sounds in his throat.

The creature began to shake and wobble. Was it close?. Blake began to rub the spot more and more. it sounded very much as if Rair had a special spot he could not withstand . Again and again Blake pressed his digits against the lump. “You are going to fall down on, panting like the bitch you are” Blake said in his enthusiasm. Noticing how much the creature wanted to move his tail, he released the cuff on his tail. The minute he did, he remembered the spikes on its side. “Don’t stab me.. don’t stab me” He said out loud as he forced his digits in as far as he could.

The creature was shaking as it begun to make weird sounds. Suddenly it hit Blake. He turned the tired creature on its back. Making sure not to damage the wings. He then folded the creature to a ball like state. He was resting on his upper back and neck. The creatures own member was pointed towards itself, inches away from its own mouth. Blake pressed hard against the spots in the little tight hole. His hand jerking him off as hard as he could.

The moment he felt the creature scream out in a weird tone, its body shaking wildly. He pressed his weight more on him. He knew it was coming. The tip was placed against its own mouth.
 
As soon as it was released, he raised it, arching it in the same way he was trying to arch his spine, he wrapped it around Blake's waist, not really tightly, the spikes digging into Blake's back, but not hard enough to break the skin. No doubt Blake could feel those muscles tense a little with the every time that he pushed those fingers in hard. He began to make his purring sound again, happy to have his tail free again.

He didn't quite want to keep himself up anymore, especially not with that weight on him. He was shivering, but also trying to rub himself back against Blake, but then not wanting to move away too far from those finger... It was too much thinking for his mind right now.

Moving him again...? He tried to twist away, to control the movement. But Blake was stronger, and managed to get Rair exactly into the position that he wanted to. His gasps were still sharp and pleasured, but he wasn't quite so happy. His hands scrabbled to keep his balance, and he shifted his tail to hold around Blake's chest. The spikes were certainly not as sharp as his claws. It was angular momentum that made them dangerous, and these little movements probably just meant that they dug a little into the human's back. Would no doubt leave some marks, but probably not pierce the skin.

Uncomfortable position. There was a lot of pressure on his ribs there, and on the back of his neck. He tried to move himself against Blake, trying to stretch his body out a bit more, but it was no real go, and that hand around his cock was deeply distracting. He groaned as he approached the edge, and then made almost a keening sound.

Uh? What the. He did not want his own come all over his face. He wrapped his tongue around the tip, controlling where it went. His orgasm was a series of spasms, and even when he'd swallowed his own load he continued to twitch a little with pleasure, his muscles tired and automatically relaxed. His cock shrank quickly, and he cleaned it far more gently with his tongue before it was fully retracted.

But when he was done, when his heartbeat was back to its far slower natural rate, he unwrapped his tail, kicking out at Blake. That had been... Humiliating. To be moved like that, manipulated like a toy. Normally, he'd be purring for the next hour, but he was growling at Blake now.
 
Blake grinned as the creature wrapped its own tongue around its shaft. It knew of Blake’s plan to abuse itself. When the creature reached it moment, his body shivered and quaked. IT was fun to see this alien wiggle around in those weird positions. Blake slowly released the pressure as he was pushed backwards. The creature looked pissed. Bot angry pissed and out for blood. It clearly had knocked Blake of the Christmas list. Blake moved backwards as he leaned against the tree. He slowly slid down as he sat on a large bag. His breathing was fast, and his muscles ached. He was tired to the bone from assaulting this creature. `O stop your whining” He said as the creature growled again. “You enjoyed it just fine” Blake closed his eyes for a few seconds. His once rock hard member was half flaccid. The distraction had settle his own arousal a bit. “Rair…. Ok?” He said as he pointed towards the back. “Ok?”
 
Rair settled down opposite, curling up. Exhausted. His head was on his knees, arms wrapped around them and the tail across his feet. He bared his teeth, indicating that if Blake tried to touch him again he really would bite. His ass was sore, and he didn't feel terribly comfortable in that moment. He massaged the back of his neck for a bit. The ground was hard and his neck was now even sorer. He flexed his shoulders and refolded his wings a little. He seemed entirely wary of spreading them at all in front of Blake. After all, their encounter had started with Blake shooting him through the wing.

Ok seemed to him an indication of well-being? Well, he wasn't actually seriously injured. The recovery would be relatively fast. Just... Ugh. He felt all stretched. He could still feel where Blake's fingers had been. He seemed to have to think about his reply though, only eventually settling for repeating the word, “Ok.” Well, he did start it by showing Blake where to touch him.

He studied the Blake again, carefully. This creature was... Perhaps a little cruel. But also the only thing he'd met so far that was interested in conversation. And it would take him a couple of days to be able to fly again. He could not run away.
 
Blake smiled as he spoke. “Ok” God he was tired, so very tired. He walked towards his mattress was as he sat down. He grabbed a small piece of fabric and cleaned his member with it. The globs of pre-cum whipped away. His member was still half erect. He threw the fabric to the entrance of the door, reminding him to wash it out in the morning. “Rair.. ok.. Blake.. Ok” He smiled as he closed his eyes. Don’t fall asleep now idiot.. He might steal your stuff, or escape, or kill you. He opened his eyes again as he eyes his surroundings, most of his stuff was already packed into the bags, he was sleeping next to the rifles and pistols. He closed them again as he dazed off.

He was haunted by dreams of his wife. Their moments in bed, making love. The encounter with the creature had obviously effected his hormone levels.
 
Rair only let himself fall asleep after Blake did, and then he was virtually dead to the world. He did not move from his curled up position, keeping himself still, breathing completely even. If the temperature suddenly dropped too far, all that would happen was he would sleep longer. He tended to choose the places that he slept carefully, because his body temperature would change to that of the environment. He would be immensely groggy without a heat source. This, as a shaded place, wouldn't warm him very well at all, and he had expended a lot of energy without eating very much.

It was almost without doubt that Blake would wake before him, and probably be far more alert. This wasn't just a bad day, it was going to be a good few bad days.
 
Blake was a short sleeper, but today he had slept long. When his eyes lids moved, he shot upright. “Where..” He whispered as he noticed the still dark environment. Then it all came back to him, the crash, the strange planet, and his new companion Rair. He slowly got up and checked out his surroundings. Nothing had been stolen. The shaded place had brought Blake the needed refreshment as he felt bursting with energies. He quickly put on his boots, pants and jacket. He needed to have a new source of food. Half an hour later he was suited up, his back had the familiar weight of Rifle again. He felt at ease again. Stepping out of the tree proved difficult. His companion still slept. If he wakes up without me, it will freak out. Her grabbed the cuffs again and fastened its right hand to a very thick tree branch. He then sped off.

A hour later he was gone. His scent had been masked by mud. He made now sound. Even the sharpest eyes would have trouble finding him. He had noticed a few creatures moving. Each one either too small to be off help, or too heavy to move afterwards. “There we go” He said to himself as he noticed the medium sized creature jump down from the tree top. IT looked muscular, that meant meat for him and his companion. He placed the scope in front of his right eye, as he began to hum. Seconds later he had squeezed the trigger. The large creature probably felt nothing as the bullet destroyed the insides of its skull. Again Blake waited a short time before he collected his prize. He then made a few ropes from vines and tried the creature up. The drag through the jungle was working up a sweat, not to mention an appetite.

When he returned to the cave, he did not even check his companion. He simply dragged he carcass inside and covered up the entrance. A large knife was pulled out from the boot he was wearing. Seconds later it was inches deep inside the carcass. He slowly began to work. Digging out the eatable pieces of meat.
 
Rair woke up restrained again, and alone. He pulled at the cuff viciously, but managed to hurt himself more than anything. He was furious. Was that he was willing to sleep in the same place not enough to prove his trust? Not that he could do much while Blake was not there, so he went back to sleep, changing his position a little. It really wasn't hard for him to sleep now: daylight would be back very soon, and he was nocturnal.

The smell of the dead thing woke him again, but he was far groggier than he should be normally. No warmth, and his tech used a lot of energy to fix the injuries. His bruising was probably gone by now, but he needed something to eat. His temperature was close to its natural minimum. He uncoiled slowly, looking at Blake work. A few clicks in his throat were apparently come sort of communication at Blake, still sleepy, unable to move terribly fast. But he was trying to stretch, attempting to stretch his wing muscles without actually opening them. The space wasn't even big enough for his full wingspan.

“Meat?” he asked, watching Blake work. Rair could do far better, and far faster. But what could a person expect from a non-carnivore? It smelt good to him right now. Heck, even Blake probably smelled nice and edible right now, but he had self control. He shifted onto his knees, coming a little closer to Blake and the food.
 
Blake noticed the creature nearing him. Was it hungry?. He followed it movements and checked to see if the creature was still cuffed to the tree. When it finally spoke “meat?” Blake grinned. He pointed at the creature as he said. “Meat… For.. Blake.. Rair” He spoke the word ”For” indicating that it was a new word. Blake then continued to cut open the creature and pull out the soft and tender pieces of meat and organs that he deemed tasty and safe enough.

He grabbed the lighter from his pack and started a small campfire, making sure there would be little smoke. Blake pointed at the campfire and said “Fire..” Pointing again at the campfire. “Fire” He then began to rub his arms and chest, trying to indicate heat. “Warm… Fire… makes Blake… Warm” God he felt silly, it was like he was speaking with a baby, or a cave man.

He began to put his own portion of the meat on a wooden stick, he then placed the stick near the fire, roasting the meat. “Fire meat… Ok..” He pointed at the creature and spoke. “Rair.. Fire meat?” He pointed at the fresh meat. He needed them both to get some sort of language going on. As soon as the creature could speak well enough, he could convince him to take him to his ship.
 
It seemed that Blake wasn't very interested in the bones. Disappointing: he did like the marrow. Blake's actions did seem a little wasteful. Rair could probably eat everything except the liver, cartilage and the bones, leaving them stripped bare. He had left a few kills like that, in the clearer parts of the jungle. Other creatures had taken them as warnings.

Fire. He knew what that was, at least, but he repeated the word after Blake, to help remember it. Rair moved closer to the flames, feeding a few more dry sticks to it and pulling a little on the still restrained hand. The warmth felt good. He could probably sit far closer to it than Blake could. He flared his wings a little around it, effectively basking in the heat. Rair needed it, if he wanted to feel fully alert. Blake might be able to see the blood vessels in the almost translucent wing membrane. Like a lizard, he needed to take a certain amount of energy and heat from external sources. “Warm,” Rair said, apparently pleased to be able to heat up.

It always was curious to watch how other races liked to prepare food. Rair liked his meat still fresh, but his people also smoked it, used spices, sometimes made stews and soups with very little vegetable matter. The way that Blake roasted it would make it lose much of the nourishment, but by his smell, Blake did have a different digestive system. He wondered how it worked.

He made a sound that probably meant 'no', reaching for pieces of the still raw meat. He licked it before chewing the pieces. Lung was very soft, always, rich with blood and with spongy texture. He seemed to be willing to eat far more than yesterday, and the animal could easily be his meal for a few days. He did not need to eat that often, unless he needed to heal.

It was more like speaking with a child, really. He could only learn the words the Blake used, trying to work out how sentences and grammar worked, memorising vocabulary quickly. The more Blake spoke the better, and Rair was trying to make sounds to encourage it, trying to make the other creature speak more. He could see that there was no hope of the reverse, of Blake learning his language.
 
Blake found it strange that some creatures liked raw meat. Blake had eaten some to survive in his years as a soldier, but the warmth of a fireplace coupled with meat was priceless to him. He stared at the small fire, his eyes fixed on the beauty of the sparks. It only took a few minutes before he deemed his food was ready. His first bite filled his mouth with the strange flavour. It had taken him some time to get used to the strange taste these creatures had to offer, but he was starting to like it. The meat was warm and it rejuvenated his energy. He did not speak during lunch, nor did he listen to any sounds Rair had to offer. During his dinner he had emptied his mind, and slowly come up with a plan. He had to teach Rair more, enough for a basic exchange to happen.

When he was done with his food, he placed what he did not finish, in a small pack. Tightly wrapping it airtight in the fabric. He glanced over to the floor and noticed the drawings the creature had made the previous night. He pointed at the long lines that representing days. “Day” He made one long line in a clean patch of dirt. Again he spoke “Day” Blake had counted the hours on this planet and it was roughly the same, The day and night rotation each was about twelve hours. He drew twenty four smaller lines beneath the large line representing a whole day. “Hours” This went on for half an hour. Saying each number that fitted with the hour. Marking day and night. It was basic at best, but he needed a time table.

Next came simple movement. “Sit, Stand, walk, lay down, crouch, run, fly” These words he showed while mimicking the words. He took it slow, so the creature could fully understand it. He was a bit curious if his little plan would work. He needed to find out how far the crashed space ship was, and if it was in a good shape. “Rair… “ Pointing at him. “Your ship… ok?” He repeated the sentence a few times before continuing. “How many… Days.. Walk… How many hours?” He stared the creature straight in the eyes, not only could the creature misinterpret the question, he could also lie.
 
Blake would probably be surprised at how quickly Rair was beginning to work it out, needing words to be repeated twice at the most. Rair would cock his head to the side to listen carefully, repeat the words.

He understood the question, and he narrowed his eyes as he considered it. He had mostly ranged in a circular area around the wreck, and it took a little for him to work out exactly where he was. When he first landed, everything had been blazing too hot to approach, but by now it would have cooled. There may be a few things he could fix and scavenge that might be useful. He had been wary to return there alone, maybe. Rair was a social creature, not terribly used to being alone, and he may not wanted to find his comrade's bones.

“Two... Three? For Blake walk.” Rair saw no reason to lie.

He wiped the ground clean with his tail and began to draw a map of the area that he had worked out from his flights, using the crash site as a centre, then drawing in their current location, then the nearby landmarks, altitude changes, bodies of water, then other ruined ships, buildings, vantage points that he had found. It was remarkably detailed. Rair had very precise eyesight and an excellent memory. Then again, in a featureless desert, if his people were no good at those things, they would have never survived.

He even drew in places that he had found particularly dangerous, where these seemed to be nests of dangerous creatures. He was not sure how to explain that to Blake, imitating battle.
 
Blake eyed the creature as it began to explain. The ship, the surroundings. The way he described the surroundings, even drawing it out. It began to show a picture in his mind. Rair was hardly a warrior, but he was brilliant compared to Blake. Their species had evolved to have a sharp mind and keen memory. The idea of escaping this piece of rock where slowly becoming less crazy, hell it might even be possible. He only needed to keep Rair in his custody, or win its trust.

Blake new if he would survive with a creature that was suited for land based combat, he would need to drill him in small orders. He began to teach him with small commands. “Stop.. wait… Follow. See… Hear.. One.. two.. Three… Enemy” He hoped it was enough. He would of course do most of the scouting, but he wanted to take advantage of the keen eyesight the creature possessed. Blake had already collected some food and other rations. He had enough water to last him and the creature 5 days. It would be harsh on the creature, since they would sleep in well hidden locations. “Rair ok?.. Walk.. Three days.. ok?” He said, using most of the words the creature now knew.

“Blake will keep Rair Safe.. with his Bang!.. Rair show Blake.. Ship.. Ok?” god he felt like an idiot talking like this. He awaited the creatures response. When he had heard enough, he removed the cuffs and let Rair do as he pleased. “Ok.. let’s move out.. Walk” He said, pointing towards the entrance,.
 
Rair was not best pleased to be being explained orders. He was used to living with equals, sharing tasks and skills almost automatically, barely communicating. But what was he meant to do? He was rational. Chances of survival were higher in a group, if your group wasn't intending to shoot you in the back... Rair could not guarantee that this creature understood the same rules of teamwork that he did.

“Ok,” he repeated, dubiously. He did not particularly need to be kept safe. Well, he had t admit that he did, until he could fly again. He was useless when grounded. Practically a cripple. Without being able to fly, he could not do so many fast manoeuvres, he could not drop on prey, he could not disappear into the sky. Apparently very few species had evolved both flight and civilisation.

Naturally, he was reluctant to leave the warmth of the fire. Blake wanted to go now? Right now? In daylight? What? Daylight? No way. He went out when he was poked towards the entrance. There was no way he could resist actually spreading his wings when there was enough space – an almost delicate construction of bone and skin, a little bat-like, almost purple with the light behind them. His wingspan was at least three times his height, and where Blake shot him was still in the process of healing, the skin more fragile there, paler.

He yawned widely, arching his tail in what was obviously an attempted waking up stretch. Day was not his thing.
 
Blake had not known he could muster up so much restrain. A dozen times already he had felt the need to strangle Rair. His movements where clumsy, it seemed he had a natural grace for stepping on each dry branch, even stumbling on lose rocks was starting to become a Olympic sport in his eyes. One time he had even turned around and stared at the creature, showing him the most evil and foulest expression he could force on his face.

The first day proved uneventful. They had walked, and walked, and walked. Rair seemed not fit for walking. The creature did its best to catch up with him, but he would always fall behind after a short duration. It became more and more obvious that he was not made for land based movement. In the evenings Blake would scout out, look for prey.. or predator.. come back, and keep watch. He had long ago learned the value of sleeping with one eye open.

The second day was suppressing. They had already started to see a small impact crater in a dense part of the forest. The creature looked exhausted and surprised. It had obviously judged the three days walk by his standards. Blake had pushed the creature hard. Fatigue was shown in his slow movements. “Rair.. Is that your ship?” He spoke as he made the necessary signs?.. “Do you think it is ok?.. the ship ok?”
He awaited the response before moving on.

Closer and closer they got. Rair wanted to walk towards it in a straight line. Blake preferred his method. Scout out the area, read the signs, hear for unnatural silences. If they could find this ship, more things could. He did not want to get his leg torn of this close to salvation.

Three hours later, they stood in front of the large, although.. peculiar, door.
 
Rair could scale a cliff side better than he could walk. He was for climbing, when really needed, for flying, not for this repetitive movement of hours upon hours. He was utterly miserable, dragging himself after Blake, concentrating only on keeping moving, and collapsing whenever they made camp.

The crash zone was surrounded by a halo of black ash, where the surrounding jungle had been burned to cinders, leaving only the ghosts of trees that would crumble if brushed against. He had known what it would have been like. He had watched the jungle burn, from where his escape pod had landed, unable to come even close. So intense the fire had been. It was the first time that he had come so close to it. His beautiful ship. He laid his hands, and then his face, against the hull. A dead ship, according to his implants. He made a low, groaning sound – one of grief.

This sort of ship wasn't even meant to go through an atmosphere. Its hull was melted in places, and cracked in others. Leaning against it, Rair found the ghosts of still running systems, woke them. The door slid half open, then stuck. Emergency lights flickered on the floor, an orange sort of colour. It wasn't even a big ship, but its sleek lines were bent and broken.

“Not ok,” he told Blake. Rair still entered the ship though, without waiting for the human. He went straight to the navigation room, where the pilot controls had been. A charred corpse had been shunted into a corner by the impact, same kind as Rair. Apparently no one had been able to enter since the crash and it had been undisturbed. Many of the bones seemed simply to have been shattered, but it was still the first thing that Rair went to look at, even though the condition of it shocked him. It was more desiccated than burnt, really, as if the internal atmosphere had malfunctioned terribly. Rair was strangely silent, kneeling beside the corpse, then bowing down and leaning his forehead against its ribs.

It was obvious that they would find nothing useful in this room, even though systems seemed to be trying to wake purely by the virtue of Rair's presence. The holographic interfaces were freezing, flickering, obviously wrong. A map of the section of the galaxy they were in was the only thing that managed to stay on, the simplest program.
 
Blake stared from left to right, as he entered the ship. He had waited a few seconds, listening to any sounds off disturbance. When he had finally entered, he was almost overwhelmed. The sheer gap in technology between Rair and himself was almost unreal. He grabbed his pistol, while sliding the rifle on his back. The small corridors would be hard to fight in, when using a rifle.

Blake noticed the way the creature was behaving. Its movements, the sounds it was making, it was mourning the loss off his friends, perhaps even lost ones. Blake decided to give the creature some time to itself. He moved towards one of the more intact rooms, trying to scavenge some useful items. He had found some provisions, pieces of electronics. He stuffed his backpack with as much as he thought was possible., yet safe to travel with.

It was obvious that the duo would find nothing useful in this ship. Almost everything bore the mark of the destruction. Here and there walls and floors had melted down, forming strange puddles. A few electrical systems where still functioning. Guessing from Rair’s reaction to them, they were minor systems.

The holographic interfaces were freezing, flickering, catching the eyes of the mercenary. He made his way over to the device. His well-trained eyes began to take in the details. Remembering the map Rair had made, his own experiences exploring the jungle, he began to understand where they were now.
A map of the section of the galaxy they were in was the only thing that managed to stay on, the simplest program. To Rair it might seem minor, but to Blake it was almost overwhelming.

He placed his hand on the creatures right shoulder. “Rair… You ok?” He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the creature in his mourning. They had enough food and water for a few more days, a week if they rationed it wisely. They could stay here for a few days, although the ship wreckage would almost be a beacon for trouble.

Blake found himself watching the entrance every few seconds, listening for disturbances. He only had a small Pistol at his disposal here. Two mags, twenty four bullets, twenty five if you counted his last resort bullet. He made a habit to always carry an extra bullet in his pocket, in case he would need a quick exit from life.

He moved towards the entrance, his right shoulder leaning against the fabric. “Movement?” He watched the tree line. “ one seconds… two…. Three” He calmed his nerves as he scouted the area. Did he see something?
 
What a terrible thing... To leave one's clan member like this. The right thing to do would be to let the wind and sand strip away the flesh and allow desert to swallow the bones... But that was not possible on a planet like this. Too warm and wet and the flesh would just rot. That would be even worse, however. Rair could not quite work out what to do, what would be right to do here. He could, at least, remove all the metal from his dead comrade, taking off the jewellery and placing some of it on himself. A couple of more bracelets, slotting them together into his own, adjusting the width until it was snug against his skin.

He took no notice of Blake when he stood up, wandering though the room and finally turning systems off. A tomb would do, it was the best amount of respect that he would give in this moment. The ship was truly dead now.

And what use was knowing where he was if he could not leave? There were enough damaged ships around to make one whole one, but... He had no way of moving large pieces of metal. Though actually! Blake might be able to drag smaller things, if they could find something with functional engines... Oh, that could be a plan! It would be best to stay with this being for now, then. It was obvious neither of them wanted to be on this planet, maybe together they could work out how to get off.

There were still some of his things here though. Rair picked up a bag that he slung around his waist, with many small pockets. A few medicine things, folding knives, tools, a tiny heater. Rair could not carry much – he was not weak, but too much extra weight would make it impossible for him to fly or move too fast. He lined up more of the bracelet things until they were more like bracers on his arms, hard like armour, gleaming a dark grey with abstract curving patterns, suggestive of winds and desert dunes. Obviously they were both functional and decorative, though their function would be unclear to Blake. They obviously allowed him to interact with the ship's system at least, but as to what else they could do might be mysterious.

He was closing doors behind them, placing deadlocks, and destroying the delicate mechanisms either by overloading them or simply by using his claws to open and then destroy the delicate machinery. It would not stop a very determined looter, but it would certainly stop anything non-sentient. He did not want to stay here long, or at all for that matter.

“Enemy,” Rair said, when he joined Blake at the entrance, and pointed in the right direction, though if Blake's eyes could pick it out was a good question. Something shadowy, a just wrong outline to be plant or tree, and there was also the faint scent of dried blood, prey's blood on claws or weapons that were not cleaned entirely perfectly.

His tail flicked low off the ground as he stepped out into more open ground, knowing that whatever it was had already seen them, and that hiding would not do much.
 
Blake nodded, as he held out two digits. The sounds, the sounds where betraying them. Although their enemies where skilled concealers, they could not synchronize their footsteps perfectly. “Rair.. You ok?... Rair.. enemy … ok?” He tried to keep it basic, his companion would need to hold one off.

He took no notice of Rair when he placed the rifle on a small broken steel frame. Closing his left eye, he peered into the scope. “breathe in… Hold your breath.. Feel them… feel them… Exhale…. Fire!” A bullet sped across the landscapes, landing in a fleshy surface. “Rair now!” He threw one of his larger combat knifes in front of Rair, not knowing if he even would use it. The second bullet was already loaded in the chamber, when the creatures emerged. Instinct wanted to stand up, drop his jaw, saying O my god. Sheer training kept him shooting. The second bullet took the closet creature in the chest, causing it to collapse.

The fiends that rushed towards the two of them where big.. Fucking big. Large arms covered in grotesque green slime, large fangs and teeth covered in blood. Both of the creatures where about 10 to 11 feet tall. Their hind legs where shorter, yet portrayed a lot of muscle, hinting at an amazing sprinting capability. Lance changed target and readied his third bullet, aiming at a vital spot. He dropped his rifle and rolled to his right, as the second creature was already in front of him. Had he tried to shoo, his head would be severed.

A hand flew to his secondary weapon, clutching the pistol tightly. Three consecutive shots where all he could fire, before a large talon struck his chest, straight threw a Kevlar plate. “Aargg” was almost forced out of his throat, as blood spilled out the wound. It was not deep, but it was hurting like a bitch. He glanced to his left, as he noticed the first creature already up again, rushing for his companion. Blake bit his tongue as he pointed the weapon again. “fucking” Two bullets were fired. “Die!!” three more bullets left the safety of the chamber and sped towards the target, this time stopping it in its tracks.

The last sight Blake noticed was the creature grabbing its own throat, as a green ooze came pouring out of the hole. He heard the screams of the first creature, as it attacked his friend. He pointed the tip of the pistol at the first creature and tried to squeeze the trigger.

He blacked out not knowing if he fired, or even hit his target.
 
Rair picked up the knife. Though he did not need it, it could be useful. While his claws were sharp enough, the length of the blade was of some advantage. While their enemies might have been almost twice his height, Rair did not seem intimidated whatsoever, going for the creature that Blake had pointed out to him.

He circled around the field, not wanting to attack the creature head on. They were big, but not as fast as Rair could be. He was used to taking down things significantly larger than him, and he aimed his strikes at the joints, tangling his tail into the creatures knee, then using the knife to cut the muscle. He ended up practically climbing up the creatures back, digging his claws in between the ribs and stabbing into the spine. He bit into the throat and spat out the vile tasting blood as the creature collapsed under him. If Rair could fly, then the creature would never have even had the chance to scream. He had not really needed Blake's help there.

Very briefly, he checked his own injuries. Bruising, and cuts across his tail. This was getting terribly embarrassing, how often he was getting hurt. This planet was never giving him the chance to rest and recuperate.

He checked that the other creature was dead. The bullets had done their work, but had it been too late? Rair crouched over Blake, trying to consider the injuries. How to even know how to treat a human? He stuck the knife in the ground next to Blake then did his best to take off the armour, in the way that he had seen Blake do in the evenings. The rest of the clothing he just tore apart, until he could see the skin.

The easiest way to find the extent of the damage was to clean the wound, and Rair really had only one option. He bent his head down touching his tongue against the blood. The taste was wonderfully metallic and a little sweet, very hot – he wasn't sure if he was licking away the blood so carefully because he was concerned for Blake or because he liked it.
 
“Medic!!!.. We need a Medic here” Blake opened his eyes, inhaling the sight in front of him. He was up to his knees in mud, holding on to his stomach. The dark green uniform, slowly staining red. “Hang in there private.” Pain suddenly shot through his body.

“Am I hurt?.. I think I am.. Am I going to die?” He closed his eyes again, embracing the darkness.

He remembered, it his first tour. A piece of shrapnel had launched itself in his abdomen. It had looked life threating, and stung like a mother, but he had lived, earning a small scar in the process. Yet the pain was similar, he felt the same pain. Opening his eyes, he noticed the trees moving. A strange sensation was overwhelming him. Pain, confusion, happiness of being alive. He glanced left and noticed he was on top of a large thick leaf. He tried to get up, shout, make some sort of indication he was still alive. The only thing that happened was a single tear running across his cheek.

Blackness overwhelmed him again. He was welcoming the darkness, it lessened his pain. Yet he felt ashamed for welcoming it so quickly. After for what felt hours, he began to feel another sensation. A warm, yet gentle touch. It felt like a thin and long finger, moving clumsy across his wound. Is pinched at first, yet lessened the pain after a few minutes.

Was he in surgery? He was in a jungle, an alien planet.. Right? The more he thought about it, the more confused he got. Perhaps it was all a delusion, an effect of an infected wound. He felt the clothing leave his frame, exposing the skin. The long finger moved across his arms en legs, cleaning the many cuts he had received there. Was in the hospital? The more the long finger cleaned the wounds on his legs, the more convinced he became that it was a tongue.

Someone is licking me? He grinned inside, as he realized he was probably delusional again. Typical me, hurt in some god forsaken country, and I imagine some nurse licking me to health. I relaxed and began concentrating on the feeling it was giving him. If I am going to die, I might as well enjoy this. He felt the tongue move across the cut he had on his left thigh. One of the creatures fangs had scratched him there.

All In all, Blake was fine. The impact of the talon had knocked him against a wall, giving him a large headache. The may lacerations where shallow and where cleaning themselves by bleeding. To a human it looked fine, sure he had lost a bit of blood, but it was nowhere near a dangerous amount. The Rair it must have looked like he was bleeding to death.

he delicate tongue moved gently across the wound, cleaning it. The wound was awfully close to his own organ, and it showed. The shaft and head where red from fresh blood.
 
A couple of times Rair paused and spat out grit. His saliva had some anti-bacterial action, so the wounds he cleaned in this way were less likely to become infected. Basic medicine that had worked for millennia, although it wasn't usually this... tasty. He would usually move away from a wound when no fresh blood started to surface – something in Rair's saliva also helped clotting, and it seemed to work on human blood too. Rair didn't know else to do, to be fair. The painkillers and drugs to accelerate repair he had available might be completely poisonous to Blake's chemistry. He did not fancy risking experiments without a decent lab.

This was almost a meal. Blake's blood was rich, and he could probably feed on just it, should he like to. Not quite a proper meal, of course, he was very conscious that Blake was still breathing. What bled out would be wasted anyway. There was some temptation to cause a few more fresh cuts: but Rair suppressed that one. This was the only possible ally he had found on this planet, so there was no need to damage that relationship!

Rair shifted, crouching across Blake's legs, almost cat like. His tail was twitching across the ground, the spikes flat. Almost content. He could have purred. While his motives in starting might have been altruistic, his motives in continuing weren't.

He placed a hand on Blake's stomach, feeling the change in heartbeat under his tongue – encouraging Blake to stay still as he regained consciousness. He didn't want to slip and accidentally bite. The wound was actually more like a deep scratch than anything serious, just a clear line splitting the skin. Amazing how fragile this creature's skin actually was. So thin, and so much bleeding.

Once the wound was clean... There was only the blood left on the other places. Rair was momentarily reluctant, remembering how the previous time had went, before wrapping his tongue around Blake's cock and licking it clean in one smooth movement.
 
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