TITLE: "PARTING GIFTS"

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

EMAIL: AlisonMDobell@aol.com

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "BLOOD SPORTS"

WEBSITE: http://www.carlajane50megs.com/Ali00

SUMMARY: "Crichton ends up having to bow to the inevitable."

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringementof copyright is intended.

"PARTING GIFTS"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Aeryn woke in such a state of sated bliss that it took her a few microts to adjust to the fact that she was wide awake. The feel of the warm body beside her, strong arms cradling her so gently against his chest, caused a smile to burst with joy upon her awakening face. He felt her move, knew she was awake, tried to hide the pain and heartache of his reluctant decision. How could he tell her? Desert her now? He gently kissed the top of her head, inhaled the delicious scent of this woman, the other half to his questing soul. This most precious treasure adorning his own worthless, traumatised, humanity. What sorrows he had cost them all in general and Aeryn in particular. It still amazed him that they could even care for him let alone feel so fiercely about his protection. He did not deserve this and she did not deserve what he was about to do.

Something of his sombre mood penetrated her warm haze. Aeryn lifted her head, hungering for his eyes. Needing to see him properly, to reassure herself that this was no dream. That he really was hers as she was most assuredly his. He smiled for her. How could he not? Gentle hands framing her face with such love, such utter and total adoration that her heart threatened to stop beating just looking at him. She sensed something else, subtle and fleeting and vaguely disturbing. Then he was kissing her, drawing her up his body to fit perfectly against his as his tongue invaded her mouth so sweetly, discribing a joy so perfect her body answered before her mind could form words for the depth of love he instilled in her. She had been an empty vessel. Devoid not only of feeling but of purpose, of life. He had taught her how to feel, to care, to love, to be more than she had ever been before. Her former forays with the male sex had been joyless excursions in contrast. Little deviations in a path so rigid it had almost destroyed her. She loved him, pure and simple. Heart and soul. Body and mind. The thought no longer terrified her. It thrilled her. Thanks to him it was no longer unchartered territory but a beautiful world of limitless possibility which they would people with the issue of their bodies and create with the adornment of their love.

They made love slowly, his touch so gentle, his mood so serious she could not doubt the depth of his feeling for her. She was puzzled by the silence but silence was good. It bathed her in total concentration so that she could commit every thought, every touch, every sensation building up between them to plying his beautiful body with the rapture of true love. It never occurred to her to wonder why he was silent. Why he was so serious. He was human, she was Sebacean. He brought her slowly to orgasm, drawing out every breath in an agonised puff of arousal, titilating her as she came, drinking down her essence as his tongue caressed her then washed and excited her all over again. She shuddered against his warm mouth, shivered at the touch of his tongue, longed to feel him inside her as deep as she could bury him. His hands caressed her breasts, kneeding them and pinching the nipples hard as sucked and licked at her, encouraging her legs to surround him and hold him close to her body as wriggled his tongue deeper inside her. She closed her eyes in total bliss. He continued until her spasms drained all the energy out of her and she lay warm and replete in his arms. She reached down to touch him, hold him, caress him, but his hands gently captured hers and fingers threaded hers and brought them to his lips for a kiss. "Aeryn."

"Mmm?"

"Do you know how much I love you?" He whispered

She heard the ache in his voice and smiled gently at him. The curved bow of her lips worshipping him, eclipsing his quiet passion with her vibrant heat. Loving him with her eyes as she beheld a beauty that had nothing to do with his youth, or his vibrant muscled body that so complimented her own it was uncanny. This beauty came from the soul. From somewhere so deep inside the man that she was touched with joy to see it, to recognise it for what it was every time she looked into the magic of his eyes. If ever she would drown let it be within those wondrous azure depths, windows of the soul that she loved more than life itself. So gentle. So loving. So frelling precious.

"Suppose you tell me, John Crichton." She said in a deep husky voice, dripping with a dark lust that delighted and saddened him at the same time.

Just looking at her was like dying on the cross. He kept his look gentle, his thoughts shuttered away where their knowledge could not injure her. Then gently, lovingly, he guided her hands to hold him and as her eyes widened slightly as if seeking permission, they made love again. This time he let her do what she wanted with him, holding back the gates of his passion, the fire in his loins burning with the desire to find completion, the agony worth it just to give her this. One last time. For now. For always. She already had his heart, now he gave her the rest of himself. A quiet vow, a surrender so total, so loving, it had no equal among her own kind. She seemed to sense that their relationship had deepened even further. The thought delighted her, excited her. Made her fire for him blaze as she drew him deep inside, her juices soaking him as he entered, too roused to hold back as she orgasmed just to feel him slide between her moist walls, completing every joy she could ever imagine. Making her whole for the first time in her life. Tears pricked her eyes with sudden emotion. Thinking he had hurt her, he froze. She hurried to reassure him, kissed him, stroked him, moved her muscled walls up and down his captured manhood making him hiss and sigh as she excited him within her moist heaven. He could not speak, could not believe how utterly perfect this was. She kissed the perspiration from his face, her tongue washing his cheeks, sliding down his carotid artery and pausing at the pulse throbbing beneath her tongue.

She could feel the life in him, trapped beneath her as her incredible internal muscles increased their grip on his shaft, making him tremble and shudder deep inside her as they flexed and rolled up and down drawing his sheath forward in a tight well controlled stroke that took his breath away and never gave it back. She loved it, loved him. Could see in the widening arc of his lust laden eyes the effect she was having on him. She rode him slowly, her hips thrusting around his shaft while her muscles worked him, so deep, so expertly. He was perspiring heavily now, his breath catching, leaking deep inside her, so close to orgasm that it was getting painful. She sucked the curve of his throat, enjoying the pulse throbbing beneath her teeth, gripped him and held him as she slowed down. His groan rumbled between her teeth, rising from his chest and reverberating through her in a slow delicious tremor of desire and need. She slowed down a little more and deepened her touch on him, little broken cries begging her with words that lay formless and tumbled from love's drunken lips. She ruled him, so completely, so utterly, and she knew it. Revelled in it and drew it out the better to savour it at his expense. He shuddered, the head of his shaft leaking heavily inside her. Shivering with the effort to hold on until she brought him to the peak of ruination.

For a single awful microt she stopped moving completely, he felt as if he were left hanging over a precipice, his body all fired up with nowhere to go. Agony coursed through him. Tears blinding his eyes with passion unsated. "Aeryn...."

His voice broke, she dipped her head and captured his mouth, her tongue no longer gentle but thrusting and taking up an urgent rythym as her hips thudded hard along his imprisoned length, her inner muscles gripping him and squeezing the engorged tissue until his weeping cock shattered like a volcano blowing its' top. His jism fired with such power that the surge of hot semen seared her walls and made her cry out too. She gripped her legs around him as he rocked harder and harder against her, expelling every last drop of his come inside her. Coating her walls with more than just his milky come but with all his hopes and fears bound up in a love that would be hers forever and his for just a day. He cried as he came, soundless and wracked with a sorrow so deep, so haunting that it broke his heart. She did not know, did not realise. Thought the emotion of the moment had unmanned him but forgave him. There were tears in her own eyes except hers were of joy. A gift she had never thought to open in her lifetime. His eyes fluttered after a few microts getting back a ghost of the breath he had surrendered. "Thank you, Aeryn."

The courtesy amused her greatly. "What for?" She whispered.

His heart ached. Not sure he could form words without giving away his pain. So he kissed her and she melted into him as if the two of them had been formed at the same moment in creation. Formed to be together. Not apart. New tears rolled down his cheeks as he deepened the kiss, not wanting her to pull back and look into his eyes. No. He wanted her to be so shattered sleep would claim her as a last gift before the day grew older. She sighed against his heart and he felt her slipping, control relaxing into a happy weariness.

"Sssshhhhh, sleep Aeryn."

"We should get up..."

"No," He whispered gently. His lips kissing her lightly on her eyes, his touch so gentle, so soothing. "There is time, Aeryn. Remember this, for always. Remember how much I love you..."

She did not think about the words whispered so softly, or how gently his touch began to fade as she drifted off to sleep. Unaware that as sleep claimed her he extricated himself and covered her. He watched her for a few precious microts, committing as much as he could to memory. Trying to lock out the voice that kept intruding on his thoughts with foul purpose. Quiet, soft, silky but no less deadly. Like the hands of a clock ticking off the time he had remaining, Scorpius was warning him that it was time to go.

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D'Argo was on watch. He felt miserable. He and Chiana had not had a row as such but his hearts were heavy. She was upset with him and he had no way to comfort her. The guilt hung on him like sackcloth. He stood and stared moodily at the controls in command, his thoughts dark and depressing. Just then his head turned, surprised to see Crichton on command. He was dressed in the Peace Keeper clothes that now fitted him like a glove. Strange that he should have moulded those clothes to such a perfect fit when the human hated everything the Peace Keepers stood for. It was as if fate was mocking him but John Crichton was not laughing now. He looked serious, his eyes meeting D'Argo's for the first time in many arns. D'Argo winced but Crichton did not turn away, did not look at him as if he was the lowest form of life. He could not read what was in the human's eyes. Wondered if he had come here to rant and rail at him, to berate him for the things he had done. Terrible things that still gave him nightmares. And sometimes dreams so erotic he could hardly withstand them. His mouth had gone dry, a dark desire starting to creep up from his mivonks and stir inside his belly. He wanted to groan and tell Crichton to leave while he still could. Impossibly, the human stepped closer to him. His eyes never leaving the Luxan's.

"D'Argo, I need you to know something."

That look, that tone. D'Argo could almost believe he was forgiven. "What is that?"

He heard the sneer in his own voice and hated himself for it, but he could not help it. He was feeling defensive and filled with self loathing even while another part of him wanted to take the human and frell him to within an inch of his life.

"D'Argo, this isn't gonna make any sense to you - hell, it doesn't even make any sense to *me* - but you need to know something. I don't blame you for what happened. I don't hate you either. What you did scared me, made me so damn terrified I couldn't bear to look at you in case you touched me again. I know that isn't you, not the *real* you, not the D'Argo who I value as a friend. Does any of this make sense?"

D'Argo shook his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Only Crichton would be able to forgive with such equanimity. Only Crichton would still care about not hurting him, making his shame easier to bear but in the process shattering him into a thousand tiny pieces. <Hezmana, John, no wonder I love you so much> He did not say it, could not utter the words, would not shame his friend by trying. Instead he waited, wondered what else the human had to say. His next words shook the Luxan.

"I need you to do something for me, buddy. Something you are not gonna want to do."

His eyes narrowed slightly. "I would do anything for you, John, you know that."

He nodded. "I know, big Guy, but this is gonna piss off Aeryn big time."

D'Argo tilted his head, eyebrows raised in curiosity and suspicion. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need to take a spin outside, in the module." He paused, thinking how to coat the words with a semblance of a good excuse. "I'm going stir crazy in here, I need to feel space beneath my feet and stars around me."

"You can feel that on Moya."

He nodded, getting impatient. "I know that D'Argo but you miss the point."

"And the point is?" He asked softly. He was only a step away from Crichton now. If the human noticed it did not register, so intent was he on what he had to say.

"I need a little freedom. Let go of the leash awhile, you understand?"

When D'Argo did not answer he sighed slightly and tried again. D'Argo lost himself in that delicious sigh. Wanted so badly to trace a finger down the side of Crichton's face, to do things to him that would make space the last place he wanted to be.

"I um, need to fly around for a while. No big deal, no one watching over me, following me, or driving me insane with a whole bunch of dren I can't answer. In short D'Argo, I need you to trust me."

For a long microt D'Argo just looked at him, tried to tamp down his rising lust, his voice too accurate a barometer to trust to words right now. Crichton saw the struggle on his face.

"Look D'Argo, if it makes you feel any happier don't say anything okay? Just don't try to stop me or tell anyone else what I'm doing. Let the others sleep. Hey, I'll be back inside the barn before the cock crows."

The dazzling variety of Crichton's references washed over the Luxan in a meaningless babble but he understood one thing. Crichton had come to him. Wanted him to trust him, to let him leave the ship to fly his module for a while. He wanted to say no, to deny him the risk, if only to keep Crichton close. But he had done so much to the human already. Imposed on his gentle nature and misused his friendship in ways he could never understand or forgive himself for doing. How could he deny him this? Without realising it he had raised his right hand and gently caressed the side of the human's face. Crichton did not pull away. Knew that if he lost eye contact D'Argo might refuse or worse still arouse the others. Zhaan he could handle but Aeryn.... No, he was definitely not going there. D'Argo was easier to handle, all he had to do was suck in his gut and keep his feet rooted to the spot until he caved in.

"Very well," Said D'Argo huskily. His hand still cradling Crichton's left cheek, the thumb gently stroking him while his eyes remained fixed on his. "I will let you do this, I will *look aside* as you would say, if you will allow me one thing."

He felt his heart flutter in his breast. "What's that?"

"I want to kiss you."

His thoughts flew out the window, his mind on fire with a hundred thousand reasons why he should not let the Luxan within a thousand metras of him let alone touch his face, gaze into his eyes and now stick his horny tongue down his throat. But he was running out of time and Scorpius was waiting. If he left it too long the half breed would starburst in and capture them all. Unlike Talyn, Moya was not armed. He was not sure he would have been any happier if she had of been. The very thought of any of his friends ending up in Scorpius's hands was enough to end his squeamish objections. "Okay, big guy. Do what you have to do."

D'Argo paused, hardly able to believe he was agreeing. He nodded. "Not here. The docking bay. Then you can go immediately afterwards and I will return to command. Agreed?"

He nodded before he could change his mind. "Agreed."

They walked briskly to the docking bay, neither speaking. Crichton berated himself for jumping out of the frying pan into the fire. Again. What the hell was wrong with him? Was it genetic? Once they got to the docking bay, Crichton dismissed the DRDs. Blue did not want to go, tried to hang back but Crichton saw him. Said he needed to talk to D'Argo in private but that seemed to agitate the little droid even more. Crichton felt a surge of affection. he hunkered down and looked directly into the DRDs lightstalks. "Hey, Blue, I need you to give me some space, you know? Go and find Artoo, see how Moya is getting on getting the rest of you guys up to strength, okay? I'll catch up with you guys later. Remember, I'll want a full report."

The DRD warbled back at him, cast his lightstalks warily in the direction of D'Argo, then beeped at Crichton and ushered the other couple of droids that had been with him out of the docking bay. As he straightened, D'Argo closed in. His movements slow, not wanting to startle or frighten the human. He only wanted a kiss, where could be the harm in that? Crichton was thinking along much the same lines but he was nervous, anxiety crawling through his veins as the Luxan cradled his face between his huge leathery hands. His thumbs rubbed gently back and forth across his cheeks, his eyes looking deep into the human ones and devouring all he saw there. He closed in, Crichton closed his eyes and prayed, the Luxan's lips brushed his, the incredible tongue gently lavering his lips with the taste of him, prying the lips open so he could delve inside. Exotic and sweet sensations began to flood him, his thoughts scattering as D'Argo inflamed him with secretions from his tongue. Painting the interior of his mouth with the fragrant gel while his hands roamed over his chest and down the front of his body. He wanted to step away, demand to know what the hell he thought he was doing, but at that moment Scorpy appeared in his head and told him to relax.

*Let the Luxan do what he has to, John. Consider it a parting gift. It will never happen again, you know that*

<Screw you, Scorpy!>

The clone seemed amused at his choice of words. The Luxan's hand was now rubbing him through his leathers, the other hand cradling the back of his head as he deepened the kiss. His mind was reeling, his body no longer his own. D'Argo was stripping him before he could react, the clone telling him not to resist, enjoying the emotions struggling in the human like insects trapped behind glass, unable to escape. It mirrored his situation too close for comfort. <I thought you wanted me now?>

*I do, but so does he. I can wait for this.*

<You bastard>

*It really is a most interesting coupling, John*

<Get the hell out of my head!>

*Relax. Think of it as an experiment. I am after all a scientist.*

<Fuck you..> His thoughts trailed off as the Luxan gripped his shaft, the throbbing mass of muscle and gristle becoming hard in his hand. He felt himself jerk violently as he was lifted off his feet. <Oh hezmana, I need the ground beneath my feet>

The clone said nothing, watched everything. Delighted in seeing how the Luxan managed this. Remembered seeing him take Crichton like this before, enjoyed the sense of power coursing through the Luxan's veins as he worked the human into a suitable condition for sex. Savoured the human's fear. He was shuddering hard now, a rag doll with feelings and emotions torn to pieces. A passive host to all the pent up and frustrated sexual urges of this infinitely stronger species. Helpless he hung from the huge hand and closed his eyes, the tongue in his mouth now slid out and snaked down and caressed his balls as the Luxan's other hand pinched and stroked his shaft, sliding the foreskin up and down his rock hard organ with an expert touch. He was shaking, little rivers of sensation rushing through him, his spine tingling as the Luxan's incredibly long tongue slid away from his testicles and teased his entry. A secretion oozed from the head of his tongue and began to lubricate him, the head sliding in and out and making him jerk with pain where his passage had been healing from the last invasion. D'Argo wanted more traction and carried him over to his module, using the ladder to arrange him at the height he wanted for full penetration. All resistance had long since fled from the human. His eyes glassy he simply endured, feeling the prehensile tongue work its' way deep inside him, the secretions now oozing out of the sides of the tongue as well as the head like some exotic version of Spanish Fly. He was getting seriously aroused now and the Luxan responded with joy as his hips began to move in response to the stimulation.

When D'Argo had brought him to orgasm with his tongue, he paused long enough to lick him off them impaled himself inside the human and rocked him so hard he cried, body shaking, bones rattling, heart breaking. D'Argo could not stop, something beyond mere animal passion pushing him until Crichton was simply incapable of taking any more. At last the Luxan released him as he blacked out, cleaned him up and dressed him again. When Crichton came round he could not speak, that facility was no longer open to him. D'Argo straightened his own clothing and kissed Crichton briefly, gently, on his slack lips. "Thank you, John." He whispered.

"Don't mention it," Crichton mumbled.

He needed help to get in his module. D'Argo gave him an anxious look. "Are you sure this is such a good idea, John?"

He could not meet the Luxan's eyes. "Positive, big guy. Just keep your promise."

D'Argo nodded, stood back and watched as the shattered human went through a quick pre-flight check. When he was ready he gave D'Argo the thumbs up and the Luxan stepped back behind the blast door. Watching in silence as the little module launched and Moya opened up to allow him his freedom. He did not know why but for some reason D'Argo had the uncomfortable feeling he was never going to see his friend alive again.

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