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rareslashI recently woke up from a dream featuring a "Predator" alien's encounter with the spaceship carrying Jason-X. Needless to say, what my subconscious created with was both strange and brutal. Below is my attempt to recreate as much of it as I could remember.
Title: The Void
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arjuna74
Fandoms: Predator (Yautja)/Friday the 13th (Jason-X)
Rating: NC-17 (like whoa)
Warning: PWP, slash, unbeta'ed
He found the ship suspended in the emptiness between the stars. A quick scan of its interior revealed what he had already guessed; the architecture, internal climate and level of technology was consistent with the species known as Homo sapiens. His people had known of the primate race for millennia - one that had only recently emerged from its fragile technological adolescence and ventured beyond the confines of its solar system.
He was young and ached for the chance to spill some blood, even if the prey was soft and essentially toothless. Rationalizing the decision by assuring himself that their weapons would provide an adequate challenge, he cloaked his ship and maneuvered it into a silent dock.
The crew was disorganized and inept, shrieking as they unloaded primitive firearms against his distortion field. As he effortlessly silenced them, he couldn't help but mourn their atrophied fighting skills. They had once been stoic and honorable warriors; his forebears had told the tales with appropriate respect. He clicked his mandibles beneath his helmet, swallowing the bitter taste of disappointment. The corridors were warm and silent, pungent with the stench of congealed gore. The muted hum of the engines vibrated beneath his feet. The only breathing he heard was his own.
He flipped open the computing device on his wrist and performed a quick search for lingering lifesigns, secretly hoping for one more kill; anything to quench him. The indicator light was incessant, but vague. He followed its coordinates to a corridor that he had ignored during his rampage. To his surprise, he found the remnants of a cybernetic humanoid in a tangled mess on the floor, the head ripped clean from its body. It was immediately clear why he encountered feeble resistance; he had stumbled upon a ship in chaos. Too curious to be annoyed by his misfortune, he disabled his thermal optics and crouched to study his find.
A slight vibration in the air shocked him to full alert; what he saw caused his breath to halt in his throat. It was a male possessing a form of such magnificence that he would have felt a pang of jealousy if he hadn't been so enthralled. Each muscle was thick but taut with definition. The shoulders sloped wide and heavy. The arms were terrifying in their savage potential. The legs stood like twin turrets, raw and resolute.
Angered at the familiar burn of arousal, he immediately choked the impulse. It is bloodlust, he hissed at himself. When he was younger, he had searched the eyes of his peers as he faced them in combat training, but he'd never detected a desire that quite mirrored his own. Wisely, he never spoke of it. Vowed not to even think of it. But the silent brute poised before him awoke the dormant hunger. The young hunter examined him with a strange tingle of fear and excitement.
To his satisfaction, the monstrous human approached with fluid, easy steps; there was no fear or hesitation in them. Beneath the torn remnants of his clothing, pink flesh merged with metal armor, forming a mask that wrapped around his massive skull. The eyes that shone beneath were dull, yet burning with the single-minded desire to kill.
The hunter pivoted slowly on his haunches and rose to his full height, wordlessly signaling a challenge. Measure for measure, they were equally matched. The human lunged, using the blunt inertia of his weight as a weapon. The halting shock of the collision threw them both off balance and the paneled floor thundered at the impact.
As early as he could recall, the hunter had been taught to remain mute in battle. Even the faintest grunt or hiss could be interpreted as an admission of pain; such an act of capitulation was incomprehensible. He had been instructed to contain all emotion until the final moment of victory, when the culmination of all his rage, agony and triumph could be released with a single, bloodcurdling howl. Never before had he struggled to maintain his composure, never had he been challenged with a volley of blows so brutal or unexpected. He matched each strike with one of equal power. The air between them was hot with sweat and blood.
It was then that the unthinkable happened. The human lunged and caught his neck in a vicious grip. He was blindsided by a wave of pleasure that eclipsed any fear. As his airway constricted, he writhed beneath the crushing weight, determined to remain as silent as his opponent. His body betrayed him; cock hardening painfully against his codpiece, sparking a confusion in the human's eyes that dissolved any shame he should have felt. The blunt fingers hesitated, allowing him to suck in a few breaths of air. His mind raced as he considered all possible actions and their consequences. The upper-hand was momentarily his, and he chose accordingly, thrusting upwards against the thigh that pinned him.
The human recoiled violently; there was no trace of disgust in the reflex, only fear of the unknown. Inside his helmet, the hunter's mandibles spread in predatory delight. Cautious not to provoke further distress, he steadily lowered his hand between his legs and pulled the protective plating free. He was sure he'd never been so hard. His cock felt impossibly thick and heavy, like the trunk of a tree. The inflamed stare facing him faltered as he began to tug himself slowly from root to tip. The human emitted a keening grunt, his breathing shallow.
Sensing an opportunity, the hunter sharply nodded his chin, urging the other man to join him. All the brute needed was permission. A switch somewhere inside him turned off and the rage dimmed. His entire physical demeanor changed in an instant; the monstrous body moved with the awkward innocence of a child. Mystified, he looked down at the erection pressing against the fabric at his crotch and touched it timidly. The noise he made was like a strangled gasp. He flinched at the unexpected pleasure, then touched himself again. His entire body shuddered.
The hunter's cock pulsed in response. The glands at the base were swollen and leaking. As his hand pumped he spread the thin, viscous fluid over his full length. The human stared hungrily and instinctively ripped at the cloth that trapped him. As his erection bobbed free, the hunter couldn't help but note their differences and similarities. It was a deep red, not a creamy gold like his own. Angry veins twisted around its length, while his was sleek and smooth. Only the head was wet, curving up towards his abdomen, while his own stood straight in comparison. He strained his pelvis upwards so that their cocks momentarily slid together.
The switch in the human's head flipped back on. He grunted deep in his chest like an animal and violently forced his erection onto the hunter's. His fingers dug into pale, mottled skin, holding the powerful body down as he rutted against it. They bucked together to the point of pain. Bruises formed, wounds reopened. Green blood blended with red. Suddenly the human stopped, prompting the hunter to experience a swell of frustration so powerful, he smashed his fist onto the floor beside them, denting it. He was about to growl a litany of insults when he was roughly flipped onto his stomach. A meaty hand dug into his neck, pinning him as the other hoisted his backside in the air. Arousal and panic flooded through him; the brute wasn't as unfamiliar with the act of sex as he had assumed.
There was no preparation. He summoned every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from screaming as the human slammed into him. The excretion they had smeared between them was not enough to ease the entry. His claws scraped at the steel panelling as he tried to gain purchase against the cruel thrusts. Widening his stance, he felt the searing pain subside. The human rolled his hips as they crashed together and his cock sprang back to life, heavy and swinging between his legs. The human was in so deep he imagined it bursting right through him, and he struggled not to moan out loud. He reached down and pulled roughly at himself as the human pounded, in and out.
To the hunter's surprise, it was something innocuous that made him come. He felt he human's hand kneed his ass, then yank his head back by his dreadlocks. Victory. He howled like a madman, his entire body shuddering. The human froze in surprise as his own orgasm claimed him, voice hoarse as he cried out, allowing the spasms to milk him dry. From what the hunter knew of human physiology, he wasn't surprised when he felt the brute's full weight slump against him. It was incredible that post-coital exhaustion had allowed their species to survive. In contrast, all of his senses were piqued to high alert. He flung himself around and grabbed the human's head, twisting with such force that it almost snapped free from his neck.
The lifeless body collapsed with a thud. The hunter quickly retrieved his discarded armor and adjusted it back into place. His blood careened through his veins as he retraced his steps through the maze of corridors and back to the small service hatch he'd entered through. Once inside his craft, the rush of adrenaline finally began to subside. Every muscle fiber in him twitched with triumph. He enabled the cloaking device and disengaged from the barren ship.
The human watched him from a lone portal, bloody fist tensing with a mindless fury. He was ignorant to the forces that had revived him; microscopic nano-machines designed to rebuild mangled flesh. He bludgeoned the air-tight barrier with all of his renewed strength, but it was impenetrable. Strange and conflicting emotions churned inside him as he watched the interloper's ship disappear against the blackness of space. He bellowed in defeat.
Title: The Void
Author:
arjuna74Fandoms: Predator (Yautja)/Friday the 13th (Jason-X)
Rating: NC-17 (like whoa)
Warning: PWP, slash, unbeta'ed
He found the ship suspended in the emptiness between the stars. A quick scan of its interior revealed what he had already guessed; the architecture, internal climate and level of technology was consistent with the species known as Homo sapiens. His people had known of the primate race for millennia - one that had only recently emerged from its fragile technological adolescence and ventured beyond the confines of its solar system.
He was young and ached for the chance to spill some blood, even if the prey was soft and essentially toothless. Rationalizing the decision by assuring himself that their weapons would provide an adequate challenge, he cloaked his ship and maneuvered it into a silent dock.
The crew was disorganized and inept, shrieking as they unloaded primitive firearms against his distortion field. As he effortlessly silenced them, he couldn't help but mourn their atrophied fighting skills. They had once been stoic and honorable warriors; his forebears had told the tales with appropriate respect. He clicked his mandibles beneath his helmet, swallowing the bitter taste of disappointment. The corridors were warm and silent, pungent with the stench of congealed gore. The muted hum of the engines vibrated beneath his feet. The only breathing he heard was his own.
He flipped open the computing device on his wrist and performed a quick search for lingering lifesigns, secretly hoping for one more kill; anything to quench him. The indicator light was incessant, but vague. He followed its coordinates to a corridor that he had ignored during his rampage. To his surprise, he found the remnants of a cybernetic humanoid in a tangled mess on the floor, the head ripped clean from its body. It was immediately clear why he encountered feeble resistance; he had stumbled upon a ship in chaos. Too curious to be annoyed by his misfortune, he disabled his thermal optics and crouched to study his find.
A slight vibration in the air shocked him to full alert; what he saw caused his breath to halt in his throat. It was a male possessing a form of such magnificence that he would have felt a pang of jealousy if he hadn't been so enthralled. Each muscle was thick but taut with definition. The shoulders sloped wide and heavy. The arms were terrifying in their savage potential. The legs stood like twin turrets, raw and resolute.
Angered at the familiar burn of arousal, he immediately choked the impulse. It is bloodlust, he hissed at himself. When he was younger, he had searched the eyes of his peers as he faced them in combat training, but he'd never detected a desire that quite mirrored his own. Wisely, he never spoke of it. Vowed not to even think of it. But the silent brute poised before him awoke the dormant hunger. The young hunter examined him with a strange tingle of fear and excitement.
To his satisfaction, the monstrous human approached with fluid, easy steps; there was no fear or hesitation in them. Beneath the torn remnants of his clothing, pink flesh merged with metal armor, forming a mask that wrapped around his massive skull. The eyes that shone beneath were dull, yet burning with the single-minded desire to kill.
The hunter pivoted slowly on his haunches and rose to his full height, wordlessly signaling a challenge. Measure for measure, they were equally matched. The human lunged, using the blunt inertia of his weight as a weapon. The halting shock of the collision threw them both off balance and the paneled floor thundered at the impact.
As early as he could recall, the hunter had been taught to remain mute in battle. Even the faintest grunt or hiss could be interpreted as an admission of pain; such an act of capitulation was incomprehensible. He had been instructed to contain all emotion until the final moment of victory, when the culmination of all his rage, agony and triumph could be released with a single, bloodcurdling howl. Never before had he struggled to maintain his composure, never had he been challenged with a volley of blows so brutal or unexpected. He matched each strike with one of equal power. The air between them was hot with sweat and blood.
It was then that the unthinkable happened. The human lunged and caught his neck in a vicious grip. He was blindsided by a wave of pleasure that eclipsed any fear. As his airway constricted, he writhed beneath the crushing weight, determined to remain as silent as his opponent. His body betrayed him; cock hardening painfully against his codpiece, sparking a confusion in the human's eyes that dissolved any shame he should have felt. The blunt fingers hesitated, allowing him to suck in a few breaths of air. His mind raced as he considered all possible actions and their consequences. The upper-hand was momentarily his, and he chose accordingly, thrusting upwards against the thigh that pinned him.
The human recoiled violently; there was no trace of disgust in the reflex, only fear of the unknown. Inside his helmet, the hunter's mandibles spread in predatory delight. Cautious not to provoke further distress, he steadily lowered his hand between his legs and pulled the protective plating free. He was sure he'd never been so hard. His cock felt impossibly thick and heavy, like the trunk of a tree. The inflamed stare facing him faltered as he began to tug himself slowly from root to tip. The human emitted a keening grunt, his breathing shallow.
Sensing an opportunity, the hunter sharply nodded his chin, urging the other man to join him. All the brute needed was permission. A switch somewhere inside him turned off and the rage dimmed. His entire physical demeanor changed in an instant; the monstrous body moved with the awkward innocence of a child. Mystified, he looked down at the erection pressing against the fabric at his crotch and touched it timidly. The noise he made was like a strangled gasp. He flinched at the unexpected pleasure, then touched himself again. His entire body shuddered.
The hunter's cock pulsed in response. The glands at the base were swollen and leaking. As his hand pumped he spread the thin, viscous fluid over his full length. The human stared hungrily and instinctively ripped at the cloth that trapped him. As his erection bobbed free, the hunter couldn't help but note their differences and similarities. It was a deep red, not a creamy gold like his own. Angry veins twisted around its length, while his was sleek and smooth. Only the head was wet, curving up towards his abdomen, while his own stood straight in comparison. He strained his pelvis upwards so that their cocks momentarily slid together.
The switch in the human's head flipped back on. He grunted deep in his chest like an animal and violently forced his erection onto the hunter's. His fingers dug into pale, mottled skin, holding the powerful body down as he rutted against it. They bucked together to the point of pain. Bruises formed, wounds reopened. Green blood blended with red. Suddenly the human stopped, prompting the hunter to experience a swell of frustration so powerful, he smashed his fist onto the floor beside them, denting it. He was about to growl a litany of insults when he was roughly flipped onto his stomach. A meaty hand dug into his neck, pinning him as the other hoisted his backside in the air. Arousal and panic flooded through him; the brute wasn't as unfamiliar with the act of sex as he had assumed.
There was no preparation. He summoned every ounce of self-control he possessed to keep from screaming as the human slammed into him. The excretion they had smeared between them was not enough to ease the entry. His claws scraped at the steel panelling as he tried to gain purchase against the cruel thrusts. Widening his stance, he felt the searing pain subside. The human rolled his hips as they crashed together and his cock sprang back to life, heavy and swinging between his legs. The human was in so deep he imagined it bursting right through him, and he struggled not to moan out loud. He reached down and pulled roughly at himself as the human pounded, in and out.
To the hunter's surprise, it was something innocuous that made him come. He felt he human's hand kneed his ass, then yank his head back by his dreadlocks. Victory. He howled like a madman, his entire body shuddering. The human froze in surprise as his own orgasm claimed him, voice hoarse as he cried out, allowing the spasms to milk him dry. From what the hunter knew of human physiology, he wasn't surprised when he felt the brute's full weight slump against him. It was incredible that post-coital exhaustion had allowed their species to survive. In contrast, all of his senses were piqued to high alert. He flung himself around and grabbed the human's head, twisting with such force that it almost snapped free from his neck.
The lifeless body collapsed with a thud. The hunter quickly retrieved his discarded armor and adjusted it back into place. His blood careened through his veins as he retraced his steps through the maze of corridors and back to the small service hatch he'd entered through. Once inside his craft, the rush of adrenaline finally began to subside. Every muscle fiber in him twitched with triumph. He enabled the cloaking device and disengaged from the barren ship.
The human watched him from a lone portal, bloody fist tensing with a mindless fury. He was ignorant to the forces that had revived him; microscopic nano-machines designed to rebuild mangled flesh. He bludgeoned the air-tight barrier with all of his renewed strength, but it was impenetrable. Strange and conflicting emotions churned inside him as he watched the interloper's ship disappear against the blackness of space. He bellowed in defeat.
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Date: 2009-02-22 05:55 pm (UTC)Very interesting premise, and I enjoyed it thoroughly. For a bit I was afraid they were going to walk off into the sunset together, but it was absolutely perfect.
I'm not asking for a sequel, but is there any possibility they might meet up again? I'd love to see the Predator's reaction on realizing Jason was still alive.
Thanks so much for posting this!
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Date: 2009-02-22 08:33 pm (UTC)Ooh, interesting thought (maybe this calls for for an epilogue). I think the Pred's reaction would be: "You mean I can fuck him and kill him over and over until the end of days? SWEET!"
Or something like that... ;)
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Date: 2009-02-22 11:03 pm (UTC)