TITLE: "SECOND FATHER"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: JOHN/D'ARGO

RATING: NC-17. M/M. *SLASH*

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringement of copyright is intended.

"SECOND FATHER"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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He was trembling. D'Argo's strong hands held him upright while he did incredible things to him. Roused sensations in him that robbed him of all his higher brain functions. Not rushing things this time. Not letting himself be carried away by his lust but going slowly, taking the time to fully arouse him, titilate and bring him to the edge of such passion that every cell in his body cried out the Luxan's name. <God, why am I letting this happen - again? What the hell is wrong with me?> But he knew what was wrong with him. Knew D'Argo was leading him around by his hormones. Part of him loved it. Craved the eroticism of those aliens hands touching him, stroking him, probing him. That almost prehensile tongue doing things to him that went way beyond shaking hands. And those secretions. Man, if those could be bottled and marketed back on Earth they would make the crew of Moya rich for eternity. He loved D'Argo, really he did. Just not in this way, not as a mate. D'Argo was his friend, in every connotation of the word. But this. This was the most incredible sex he had ever had and for a human male that was all his body needed to know to surrender to his invading touch. His body craving what his mind tried to shut out. His mind whispering the words he could not articulate, his body arching and responding, aching for him inside him, the incredible sensations giving him the kind of rush
cokeheads dreamt of but would never achieve. <Oh man, this could *not* be happening. Oh God D'Argo, don't stop>

D'Argo was so gentle, loving him and aware of him with every touch. Reading his body and drawing the human's awakening responses with tender relish. He took him in his mouth, his tongue wrapping round the throbbing shaft as the human shook slightly with his back arched against the cool body of his module. D'Argo's left hand drifted up his chest, played with his nipples one by one while the other hand felt for his testicles, his touch on those sensitive sacs raising the human on his toes on the top rung of the ladder. Around his penis D'Argo smiled, sliding his tongue's length right around him to create a host of sensations that would never make it to a human dictionary. Crichton groaned, eyes closed, the sound wrung out of him deep inside. The stirrings of unreasoning passion. D'Argo could taste him fully now, the human's scent was strong in his olfactory glands and it was doing wild things to the Luxan yet he was patient. Knew it would be worth it in the end. He wanted to love him so deeply, so completely, that the human would forever be his. Not simply in token but in fact. He tasted the slow leak of his come, teased the sensitive head with the tip of his tongue while the sides flexed and rode the foreskin up and down his shaft with a slow teasing rythym in his mouth that was steadily breaking the human down into a boneless heap of sensations.

His hips were rocking now. Slowly at first, little hitches in response to D'Argo's sucking and stroking, the way he massaged him inside his mouth was incredible. Perspiration ran down his face, made his skin shine and his body sweat fill the air with pheremones that increased the Luxan's desire for him. The sweat oiled the hand that caressed him. D'Argo was torn with the desire to lick the sweat off him or continue what he was doing. Another groan from Crichton decided him to keep going. Feeling his hips rock harder into his face, the Luxan was getting very excited, not sure how long he could keep working before his own control would break. He had to be careful. The human was much more fragile than a Luxan and so much more captivating. He knew the human was close and decided to bring him to orgasm so that he could drink down the sweetness of his exotic seed, saturate his throat with the milky fluid that frothed in his mouth as he came. Crichton's spine snapped in the rush, his cries of release deep and resonating as the Luxan drank him down, not spilling a precious drop, working him ceaselessly and with an expertise that had him mentally reeling. As he came, D'Argo lifted him off the module steps, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his head, his hands cradling him as he leaned back, supported only by the strength of his friend's two arms. The trust that took was not lost on the Luxan, made his hearts celebrate even further as he took Crichton into a level of passion he would not have dreamed of. Crichton rocked against him, his excited thrusts diminishing as he emptied himself into the warm heat of D'Argo's suction. He thought he was dying. Sure felt like it. All his strength draining out.

D'Argo hugged him to him, then gently, slowly, slid the human down in his arms so he could see his face. Touched the soft illumination that played across his shining face. Kissing him softly, his lips falling like little prayers worshipping him. Crichton's eyes were closed. Sure he was dead. Slowly gaining a little strength, enough to open eyes still filled with passion, their focus lost to some incredible emotions that he was still trying to come to terms with.

"D'Argo...."

It was the only word he could manage. D'Argo smiled, loving the sound of his name on Crichton's lips. "You were beautiful, John."

"Uh....yeah...uh..." His eyes closed briefly, little ripples like aftershock running up his spine and bringing a wider smile to the Luxan's lips.

"You are still sensitive," He murmured deeply. Inordinately pleased.

Crichton shuddered at the sound of his voice, almost came again it was that arousing to him. He felt D'Argo chuckle, was unaware he was being carried until he was gently brought to the ground. He swallowed slowly, trying to lubricate his lips so that he could speak. Hoping this time he could make it passed groans into actual words. Something the translation microbes could work on. "That was....in-fucking-credible D'Argo."

D'Argo frowned, not understanding the word. He had carefully seated himself on the floor, Crichton still in his arms but arranged so that he was facing him, his legs draped around him. He was still fully clothed and now Crichton was picking at his jacket with unsteady hands, his eyes still hazy and not completely in focus. D'Argo licked his face making him tremble. Crichton's hands stopped moving. "W...what are you doing?"

"Tasting you."

"T...t...tasting me?"

"Mmmm," D'Argo's tongue slowly rode the planes of his face, absorbing the sweat and drinking it in, savouring every bit of delicious moisture.

It was not an unpleasant feeling just odd and strangely sensual. Mildly arousing. He sat still and closed his eyes, feeling that incredible tongue wash over him so slowly, aware of the texture of it, the way the tongue's surface seemed to be able to massage the contours of his face as it stroked his cheek, brushed his lips, slid slowly down and around his neck making him shudder deep as it worked its' way over every inch of his now naked body. When had D'Argo taken the rest of his clothes off him and why was the Luxan still dressed? He shuddered in delicious reaction as the tongue now sliding back and forth over his collarbone. <Oh God, this is so erotic. I don't know if I can stand it> His eyes flickered open, saw D'Argo watching him closely, his hands now on a mission from God. D'Argo was pleased to let the human disrobe him, not helping other than to ease his body to allow him the access he needed. This was wonderful. Gentle, loving, in the slow rythym that in Luxan coupling could last solar days. He knew he could not afford to keep Crichton here for days. The others would become alarmed, angry even, not understanding that Luxans could have many mates and love them all. Crichton though was special. Not simply a concubine. He was a rakazza. Second Father. That gave him rights even if the human did not know it. D'Argo would enjoy teaching him.

* * * * *

Aeryn had been looking everywhere for Crichton. Was puzzled that the docking bay was sealed off and went to speak directly with Pilot. His expression was blank, not puzzled exactly. Aeryn frowned.

"Did D'Argo say why he was closing off the docking bay?"

"No Aeryn but he said it had something to do with some Luxan ritual."

"What kind of ritual, Pilot?"

Pilot's four limbs were smoothly working independently of each other, monitoring and operating Moya's controls. He did not stop what he was doing to answer her, his multi-tasking abilities enabling him to do several things at once with equal efficiency. "No he did not and I did not ask." He looked up. "Should I have asked?"

She shook her head, not wanting Pilot to think she was blaming him for anything. She put a hand on one triple clawed appendage and he paused in his other functions. All his attention now on Aeryn. "No, Pilot, you did exactly the right thing." She took a deep steadying breath to dispell the irritation that had been turning to anger. "I just wish he had told me that's all. Did he say how long the docking bay will be off-limits?"

Pilot looked down at a console and his expression cleared. He looked up. "Whatever he has been doing he has finished, Aeryn."

"He has?"

"Yes. The docking bay is open again."

Aeryn smiled. At last. "Thanks Pilot."

Aeryn walked briskly, her steps only slowing when she entered the docking bay. For a moment she just stood there and looked slowly around. Everything looked normal. The same as always. What had she expected to find? She walked over to her prowler, all the things she had intended to do had suddenly lost impetus. As she turned she glanced at the module. "Pilot?"

"Yes, Aeryn."

"Where's John?"

A pause. "He is taking a shower. Do you wish me to com him for you?"

A little smile quirked up the side of her mouth. "No. No, that won't be necessary Pilot."

Pilot shot off the com channel and wondered whether he should have told Aeryn that Crichton was not alone.

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It was wonderfully sensuous and really he was becoming quite acclimatised to having D'Argo with him. He would not have thought the Luxan warrior could be this gentle, this caring. That the Luxan loved him was not in any doubt now. He had shown him in so many ways, the least of which was the love making oddly enough. Yet it was the lust and need he roused in him that frelled with his mind the most. <God, what is happening to me?> He closed his eyes as D'Argo finished washing him, not stopping the water but wanting it to continue to run down his naked body as he joined him. His tongue flashing out to lick his chest, his hands continuing to caress him and explore his whole body. Crichton realised that D'Argo wanted to make love again, was getting seriously aroused, now learning to distinguish between the big guy's scents. This was weird but oddly empowering.

"D'Argo..."

"Yes, John?"

"We um, should get dressed."

"Of course, soon, John, soon."

D'Argo washed and licked him all the way down, the water on his skin exciting the Luxan for some reason. He loved the way the water flowed over his muscles and made his skin sparkle. Crichton shivered slightly and D'Argo stopped the water thinking he was getting cold. His hands slid around the curves of his ass, drawing him in closer to his crotch, his lips now on Crichton's, his tongue dancing just inside his mouth. Crichton felt the tongue gently explore, encouraging him to do the same. His hands sliding round his ass to his crease, parting the cheeks to stroke him and gently probe. He felt Crichton tighten in his arms, sucked on his tongue and slowed down but did not stop. This time he did not use any secretions, he wanted Crichton to feel and experience what he was doing without manipulating him with enforced arousal. He wanted Crichton but more than that, he wanted him to want him in the same way. He had fallen head over heels in love with the human and nothing but a reciprocal emotion would satisfy the ache of his two hearts. Crichton realised something had changed dramatically in their relationship and not just the sex. D'Argo had become more serious, more concerned with his well being.

The kiss deepened and as it deepened the Luxan's first finger began it's penetration. He opened his mouth wider to protest but nothing came out, the wider he opened his mouth the more of the Luxan's tongue invaded him. The gentle insistent caresses mimicking those between the cheeks of his ass. It was not exactly painful but it was not comfortable either. He was dry, the passage that was being explored had not been prepared. As if knowing what he was thinking, D'Argo slid a hand around to his penis and began to stroke him. Crichton immediately relaxed, preferring this to full penetration. So D'Argo reacted to every subtle clue of the human's body, intensifying every touch, every sensation, loving him with such devine care that it completely blew the human's mind.

Aeryn wandered through the corridors of Moya until she came to the shower room. She could hear someone moving about. She paused and listened, the curve of a smile teasing her lips. The smile became hesitant as she listened. It sounded like more than one person. Cautious now she crept forward on silent feet, using her warrior's grace to see who was in there. What she saw froze her in her tracks. Mouth open, heart stopping in utter surprise and shock. The two men were completely lost in each other. Naked, soaking wet and in the throes of deep passion. Eyes closed, lips glued together and bodies entwined in ways in which she had never thought about before. After the intial shock she took more notice, watched as they innocently made love not knowing they were being observed. The morality or otherwise of the act was not an issue for her, it was the fact that they were participating as obvious equals. No force, no coercion. She tilted her head slightly, amazed at what D'Argo was doing with his tongue, how he was using his strength and superior size to increase the human's level of response as he invaded him. Aeryn could not have moved had Moya been on fire. Her feet were rooted to the spot, oblivious as water splashed her feet. She watched as they came, startled to see the Luxan lift Crichton off his feet as he shook and shuddered in his mouth.

She shivered and took a careful step back, not wanting to slip on the wet floor nor alert them to her presence. This went way beyond private. Was that what D'Argo had been doing in the docking bay? Stalking Crichton? She was not sure how she felt about that and was uneasy at how the sight of the two men making love was starting to seriously turn her on. She could feel her own juices pooling inside her and knew she had to get out of there. Now. Before she made a tactical error she could *not* retreat from.

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D'Argo was delighted when Crichton took the iniative and serviced him, taking his time to explore his mivonks and caress him so gently. The Luxan shuddered with delight. Afterwards they washed each other off again. D'Argo wanted to enter him so badly, to fill him with his seed even though he now realised he could not impregnate the human. He also realised this might still be a taboo subject after the last time. He explained to Crichton about his place in Luxan hierachy. Crichton laughed in surprise.

"You're kidding me right, big guy?"

D'Argo shook his head gently, helping the human to dress. Not because he needed any help but because he could not keep his hands off him and any excuse to touch was better than none. That his hands lingered, his fingers caressed, his lips strayed, meant nothing at all. Naturally.

"No, I am completely serious John. You are the Second Father. If anything happens to me it will be your duty to guard our son, to look after Chiana."

That made him stop and think. To look after Chiana? Now just how far was he supposed to go in *that* direction. D'Argo stole a kiss then pulled back to look at the human's thoughtful expression. "This troubles you?"

"No, no, it doesn't trouble me D'Argo. In fact it's a great honour..."

D'Argo smiled and took his time pulling the leather trousers up and around his waist. He paused, not doing them up but resting a hand over his crotch, the fingers stroking him through the leather. He felt Crichton shift his weight and hid a little secret smile, feeling his erection start to stir beneath the temporary barrier of clothing. "There is no one I trust more with the well being of my son."

His words resonated deeply in Crichton. Touched his heart while the Luxan continued to gently caress him through his leathers. He was thinking about all that D'Argo had said, the explanation of his role as a rakazza. "And Chi knows about this?"

The Luxan looked into his blue eyes, held his breath a moment at the unconcious beauty of the human. He slid his leather trousers down again so he could hold him properly, his fingers beginning another caress, enjoying the feel of arousing him again. Crichton groaned and shivered. D'Argo licked and sucked his throat as he threw his head back. The groan deepened as his erection hardened quickly in the Luxan's hand.

"D'Argo, we have to stop..."

"Why? I want you, need you, and I can tell you want me too."

He groaned, hips moving as the Luxan worked him. Nothing slow and exotic this time, the Luxan was roused and wanted Crichton ready. This time he was going to take him much harder, make him cry out his need for him, and then he was going to impale him with the full force of his desire. If Crichton thought they had made love before he was about to find out that it was just the prelude. The human had to be relaxed or this would hurt him, so he had played with him, titilated him, made love to him in all the gentle sensuous ways that would allow the muscles to give up their delicious friction and lay aside all resistance. The human was ready now, he could feel it, sense it and knew he could wait no longer.

"D...D'Argo. We've been at this for arns..."

D'Argo was not listening. He was busy getting himself lubricated and rubbing gel over Crichton's erection, his tongue now secreting another substance as he flicked it in the human's open mouth, robbing him of speech before completely filling him with other far more erotic sensations.

<Oh man, he's killing me...>

But Crichton was not resisting. Was unable to do anything but open his legs as wide as he could to allow him to do what he had to do. Every little guiding touch responded to without thinking. The Luxan was in a state of bliss at the human's growing acquiessence, his need building to a crescendo that he wanted to break inside the pliant flesh of humanity now throbbing gently with rising passion within his hand. He would make this so erotic for the human that the mere mention of his name would make his seed flow in a beautiful fountain of lust. Yes. The human was ready now and so was he.

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END