TITLE: "OPEN OTHER END"

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

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "WOMB WITH A VIEW"

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

"OPEN OTHER END"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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Life aboard the leviathan had developed a new rhythm. Crichton had recovered from his surgery and resumed his share of the duties and chores on Moya. Chiana had healed well also and was positively blooming with health with the growth of the baby she carried inside her. He was touched to see how much more thoughtful Aeryn was towards Chiana, more openly caring.
Protective even. He smiled. Glad that the animosity she had once displayed towards the young Nebari seemed to be a thing of the past. It never occurred to him that her animosity had anything to do with him. The more wrapped up in D'Argo and the forthcoming baby Chiana was, the more accommodating towards her Aeryn was. All Crichton saw was an increasing closeness he associated with family. It pleased him and left him content. Many times now
the ship was filled with the quiet haunting music of D'Argo playing the shilquen for Chiana. The whole tempo of life aboard Moya had become more gentle. No one realised it was the lull before the storm.

D'Argo quietly put his shilquen away. Chiana fast asleep, her swelling mound testimony to the weekens ticking off until the baby was due. Chiana slept a lot these last few weekens, gathering her strength for the upcoming birth. D'Argo sat with her for a few more arns, then gently kissed
her brow and left her to sleep in peace. He needed to stretch his legs plus he wanted to speak to Crichton. A DRD kept watch, lightstalks dimmed. Zhaan nodded to D'Argo and promised to look in on Chiana for him in a few arns.He wandered down to the Mess hall but Crichton was not there. Aeryn was eating and arguing with Rygel over the benefits or otherwise of the choice of upcoming commerce planets. Rygel wanted an industrial thoroughfare, Aeryn wanted somewhere with fresh food supplies and less likelihood of running into any Peace Keepers. They stopped talking when he entered the room.

"How's Chiana?"

"Fine, Aeryn." His eyes cast a single glance around the room then rested on Aeryn's face. "She's sleeping." He paused. "Where's Crichton? I wanted to talk to him."

"He's trying to fix a problem in Moya's amnexus system. Something about repairing a break." Said Rygel.

"Who's helping him?"

Rygel raised himself up as if it was beneath his dignity. "He didn't want any help, it's just a small rupture."

"Aeryn, I was wondering if you would mind sitting with Chiana for a while?"

She smiled and picked up her food cubes. "Of course."

He nodded and smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

Rygel watched them go and looked down at his now empty plate. How had that happened? He had been sure his plate was full a microt ago. He would just have to refill it.

D'Argo spent half an arn looking for Crichton. In the end he asked Pilot to locate him then followed Pilot's directions, grumbling and mumbling under his breath as he worked his way deeper into the lower sections of the ship. Space here was much more cramped and before long he could hear someone else moving about ahead of him. He heard the clang of someone working in a confined space and dropping a wrench. The soft curses were pure Crichton.
He grinned. "Is that you, John?"

The curses stopped. "Hey, that you big guy? Come to help the incompetent human?"

The Luxan chuckled and worked his way into the duct where Crichton was working. He was filthy and the smell was less than pleasant. D'Argo wriggled his nose and began to regret coming to look for him. He should have waited until he had finished. Or better yet. Had bathed
afterwards. Crichton was looking at him, noticed his discomfort and hid a smile. "So what can I do for you, D'Argo?"

D'Argo moved closer, trying not to take too much notice of the smell. As he got closer to the human his scent helped to give D'Argo something more pleasant to concentrate on. "I wanted to talk to you."

Crichton retrieved the wrench but did not resume working. It was pretty noisy and messy work and he did not want to put D'Argo off if he had something on his mind.

"First I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me?"

"Yes, for....you know what for."

"Oh. That."

"Yes. That. I am more grateful to you than I can put into words."

Crichton felt a little uncomfortable. Embarrassed even. "That's alright D'Argo, don't mention it."

"There is something else."

He nodded. How come there was *always* something else? He wiped his hands on a rag and waited. For some reason the Luxan seemed to have difficulty saying what was on his mind. He leaned towards the Luxan, speaking in a mock conspirational tone even though there was no one to overhear them down here. "Okay, D'Argo, you have my undivided attention. Now what's up?"

D'Argo swallowed. "Chiana will be ready to give birth in a couple of weekens, John..."

He grinned. "Yeah, you're gonna be a daddy again, D'Argo. How does it feel?"

"Great, it feels great."

"So what's the problem?"

"No problem..."

"Yes there is."

"No. No there isn't."

"Then why are you here instead of knitting booties or whatever?"

"What?"

"It's an expression D'Argo. What's on your mind?"

"Oh." Now that it came to it he was not sure he could say it. How to put it into words.

"D'Argo, we've shared things more intimate than most couples share now what's the problem? Maybe I can help you and if I can't I may know someone who can. But I can't do anything if you don't talk to me."

D'Argo looked up and caught Crichton's eye, the look in it making Crichton's heart miss a beat. Uh oh. He had to be wrong. "Uh, D'Argo, you aren't feeling um drawn to me again, are you?"

When he did not answer, Crichton eased himself round so he could get a better view of his friend's expression. "Talk to me, D'Argo. You're making me nervous."

The Luxan sidled a little closer, now able to concentrate only on the human's scent. His eyes had taken on a smoky quality. Crichton knew that look. This was not good, not good at all. He was stuck in a confined space and the only way out was passed man mountain here.

"Look D'Argo, what do you say you let me finish what I'm working on here and then we'll talk about what's bothering you, how's that?"

D'Argo shook his head and reached out to gently take the spanner from him. "You won't be needing that for a microt, John."

All the air in the duct had suddenly risen several degrees. D'Argo put the wrench down behind him and cupped a hand around Crichton's neck. "I've missed you, John."

He could feel himself starting to panic. <Stay calm, John, stay calm. Don't want to propel him into a frelling hyper rage. You can handle this>

The Luxan's thumb started rubbing back and forth along the inside of his neck, distracting him. D'Argo sat and moved closer to Crichton, his other hand running down the front of Crichton's dirty t-shirt. Crichton was starting to wriggle, trying to make enough space for himself to slide
out of reach but there was nowhere to go. "Stay still," Said D'Argo quietly.

Crichton froze. D'Argo flicked out his tongue and started to slide it across his face, rubbing gently across his lips as he started to pull up his t-shirt. Crichton wanted to speak out, to protest, but he knew what would happen if he opened his mouth. No way did he want D'Argo filling him with his secretions again. But D'Argo was not about to let a little thing like that stop him. He was feeling horny and if Chiana was not able to help him out he figured Crichton would. His hand was now sliding down to his crotch. Crichton muttered something, forgetting he had intended to keep his mouth shut and the Luxan's tongue slid into his mouth. He almost gagged,
losing his balance. D'Argo used the momentum to roll him on to his back. This was much better.

<Oh God, oh God, get off me D'Argo. This is not even funny>

But he could not speak. D'Argo's tongue was washing the inside of his mouth, stroking his tongue and coating him with secretions that were messing with his head and the whole space time continuum. He stopped struggling. His mouth fell slack, the tongue continuing to caress his as D'Argo worked on getting his pants off him. He could not remember why he had been
frightened. Why he had been struggling. This was his old buddy, D'Argo. They were just going to help each other out here. A little mindless sex to ease the frustration. What could be wrong with that? He relaxed, started to respond to him. His tongue tasting the Luxan's, absorbing the exotic flavours coating the inside of his mouth and the surface of the alien's tongue. Feeling the stirrings of sexual arousal turning him on. <Oh yeah, man, this is getting hot> D'Argo had stripped him now and he lay flat out, spread eagled and eyes wide open, a silly expression on his face. The Luxan's breathing was growing heavier. D'Argo paused to strip off then ran his hands slowly over Crichton's chest, enjoying the feel of the light covering of hair on his chest, his hands moving down the muscled torso, his tongue easing out of the human's mouth so he could explore the rest of his body, take his time, taste him, savour the microts they had of complete privacy.

He lay down alongside Crichton, his tongue washing down his chest, now lapping at his nipples as D'Argo reached for him. He jerked as the strong fingers gripped him, stroking him evenly and making his eyes glaze over. He retracted his tongue and kissed him on the mouth, probing him gently with his tongue, drawing little wimpers from Crichton as he worked. He rubbed his
body up against him, encouraging him to take him in his hand and stroke him in return. When he hesitated, D'Argo flicked his tongue out and wrapped it around his penis, using his hands to stroke the human gently all over, warming him with the friction while seeking to titilate him, finding the areas that raised the most reaction to his touch while his tongue flexed and sucked on his erection. He was really starting to get a reaction, Crichton so excited he could hardly take a steady breath. His hips moving as he was being slowly pumped. D'Argo was getting so horny now, he released his hold and changed back to stroking him with his hand, using his tongue to
transfer the orange gel from his mivonks to Crichton's mouth, slowly working it in with his flexible tongue. Crichton was so far out of it D'Argo could have done anything he liked with him but he did not want him too acquiessent. He wanted to light a fire in the human, feel his strength as they coupled. If he was too compliant the act would be accomplished but the passion would not be there. It was a delicate balance to find and maintain.

Mumbling because he was still feeling kind of numb, Crichton had the vague feeling this should not be happening but he could not remember why. Yet it felt so damn good. His body craved the attention and D'Argo was nothing if not thorough in his love making. "Are you sure you wanna do this, big guy?" He slurred.

D'Argo stroked his face gently. "Yes, John, I want to do this. I want to love you."

"Oh, okay."

D'Argo continued to work on Crichton, changing the secretions to heighten his arousal. He felt everything that was happening to him, the familiar sensations from last time sending his mind on the verge of panic. D'Argo calmed him, speaking gently to him, lovingly, stroking him so tenderly while he kissed and sucked him, his fingers now beginning to probe for other areas
of interest. Crichton tried to speak but his words kept coming out in a tangle. He could not make himself understood. D'Argo found the opening by accident. He was lifting him so he could take him into his mouth and as he cradled him into position he felt an opening beneath him, between his cheeks. D'Argo paused and looked at Crichton. "What is this? An opening?"

His finger probed making Crichton jerk at the penetration. "Oh, easy big guy...."

"Is this an entrance?"

Crichton had to swallow a few times before he could reply coherently. "Yeah..."

"What is it used for?" He continued exploring while he asked, interested to see the human's reaction as he inserted his finger and pressed it deeper inside. Feeling the walls of the opening grip his finger. Curious as to how deep it was and where it would lead.

"Oh," Air seemed to huff out of Crichton. He trembled.

D'Argo smiled, this was interesting and he was getting very turned on. He flicked out his tongue and probed with the flexible head, lubricating the entry so as not to hurt Crichton. His hips were jerking gently now in reaction to his attentions, the head of his penis beginning to leak. He
pulled gently on his erection, sliding the foreskin up and down as he slid his tongue into the unknown depths of him. Excited by the shudder that wracked Crichton's body as he breached the circle of muscle inside the entrance. He was groaning now, the head leaking heavily as D'Argo's tongue flashed inside him and struck his prostrate. He shook with such violence that D'Argo thought he had surely hurt him and eased off, only to see the human drenched in perspiration and on the verge of coming in his hand. D'Argo got comfortable and slowed down, not wanting to hurt his friend, but wanting it to be as pleasurable for him as it was for himself. He smeared some more gel inside Crichton's mouth, rubbing it gently into his tongue then coating his penis with more of the gel to stimulate him further. As he rubbed it in Crichton bucked his hips, jumping in the hand that caressed him. A smile of deep satisfaction on D'Argo's face, he flicked his tongue inside him again and was guided by the sounds and mute pleadings of his friend's over stimulated body as he brought him to come for him again and again. Each time lapping up his come with his tongue and savouring his jism. Eyes closed in bliss.

He hardly gave him a few microts to rest then D'Argo slid his own erection into the opening he had found, his eyes rolling with the wonderful sensation of the tight walls that gripped him. This was wonderful. This was the best. It felt so erotic. Crichton was getting aroused again as D'Argo applied more gel, now licking it off the Luxan's fingers when he offered it to his mouth. D'Argo smiled, getting even more turned on as Crichton licked his fingers, it was distracting but so pleasurable. He paused to kiss him, wanting Crichton to know how much he loved him, how much he cared. Then he resumed his entry, trying to be as gentle as he could be, his hips thrusting slow and deep inside him, the walls lubricated and smooth, so tight was the fit that D'Argo had to use all his concentration and control not to come prematurely. Crichton moaned with the sensations rocking him, heard D'Argo tell him how wonderful he was and how much he loved him. His ears could not believe him but his body was already climbing the walls towards
another orgasm. He shook, he shuddered, he cried out as D'Argo came inside him. His hot spray burning him inside as he came all over the Luxan's hand. Tears ran down Crichton's face with the sheer intensity of it. D'Argo took several microts to get his breath back, he was so excited, the feelings so intense. Amazed at what he had found in this human. His hearts overjoyed to share something this beautiful with his friend. He gently licked the tears from
his face, savouring the salty taste and wanting to caress him with his tongue. The sensations oddly calming and loving.

"God, D'Argo..." Panted Crichton. Amazed at how horny the Luxan was. "How could you? *Again*?"

D'Argo smiled at him, a hand gently caressing his sweat soaked face. "You were perfect, John, how could I resist you?"

Crichton was silent a few microts, so shattered that every word was an effort. However he felt mentally about how it had happened, his body had responded with pleasure to the stimulation. A release of tension he had not even known had been building up. It was not as if he had a regular love life or anything. The only times he got close to Aeryn was when he was either
being smacked down on her training mat or was exchanging the odd kiss on the rare occasions she let her guard down long enough not to threaten him with imminent death. Intercourse on anything but the verbal level probably would not happen this side of hezmana. But it did not stop a guy from hoping and she had been getting a lot warmer towards him lately. Not as warm as D'Argo though, he thought with a chuckle. While part of him was annoyed with the way in which D'Argo assumed conjugal rights over him, another part of him savoured the way he made him feel when they made love. The way it made his body feel in the afterglow of the most mind numbing sex he had ever had. Not that he would ever admit it. D'Argo was cocky enough. Literally. Shit, he had to get out more.

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Zhaan hurried the moment Aeryn called. She checked Chiana who was now awake and complaining of pains. Her face was frightened though she tried to hide it and be brave. "Where....where's D'Argo? I want D'Argo..."

"I'll go and get him." Said Aeryn.

Before she could do so D'Argo was there, his calm serene expression quickly turning to panic. "What's happened? What's the matter?" He looked at Aeryn, his tone darkening. "What did you do?"

"I didn't *do* anything. Just ask Zhaan."

"Be calm, sweet D'Argo, there is nothing to worry about. The baby is early that is all."

He paled and sat down quickly. "Early?"

"Yes," Said Zhaan calmly. "Babies do not follow any calendar. They come when they are ready."

He looked stunned. Zhaan tilted her head at him. "But you know that already, you already have a son."

He nodded. "Jothee, but I was not there for the birth."

His admission told Zhaan everything she needed to know. "Tell Pilot that Chiana is going into labour. I require four more DRDs and another pair of hands to help me."

"I'll help," Offered Aeryn.

Zhaan smiled at her. Pleased that Chiana's pregnancy was bringing out another side of Aeryn.

D'Argo stroked Chiana's forehead, their eyes met and he bent to kiss her gently. "I will not be long."

"I'm not... going anywhere...."

She watched him leave then jerked in a spasm, groaning and arching her back. Zhaan threw back her head and yelled after D'Argo, "Hurry with those DRDs!"

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Crichton felt much better once he had showered and washed his clothes through. The break in the amnexus coil had been fixed and he was beginning to feel human again. Not to mention recovered from his little workout with D'Argo. He still could not believe it had happened. Again. Though privately he admitted to having more wet dreams over what D'Argo had done the first time it happened that he had experienced through all of puberty. Talk about hot. It was right off the scale. He shook his head and finished drying his hair on a towel. Happy now to be in clean clothes and feeling halfway decent.

Zhaan's call over the com drove everything else from his mind. <Oh God, the baby's coming early!>

He broke into a run, his heart thudding in his chest. Anxiety coursing through his veins. Praying the baby would be alright. That it would wait for him. Hold on a microt, wait for him? What the hell was the matter with him? It wasn't his baby. Yet, whatever common sense told him, if
*felt* like his baby. He had carried the little guy inside him for a while and as Zhaan had told him, they had a *connection*. He was out of breath when he got to the apothecary. Only some sixth sense stopped him tripping over the DRDs. Aeryn was one side of Chiana, Zhaan the other. D'Argo was pacing up and down. His expression actually lightened considerably when he saw Crichton. "There you are! Have you heard? The baby's coming early."

Crichton nodded. "Relax D'Argo, I heard."

Zhaan smiled at him. Somehow she knew he would get there in time. "How's it going Zhaan?"

"D'Argo has given Chiana something for the pain."

Crichton smiled gently at Chiana, Zhaan moving to one side so he could speak to her. He stroked her hair gently, his smile tender and comforting. Her eyes glued to his. "It's okay Chi, everything's gonna be just fine."

"Are you going to stay? Say you'll stay. I'd like you to stay."

"Ssssh, it's alright, I'm not going anywhere."

She smiled but it was obvious she was afraid. Terrified. Crichton looked up at D'Argo. "Hey big guy, how about some nice relaxing music? Keep the baby calm, you know?"

Relieved to have something he could do, D'Argo picked up his shilquen and settled in a chair facing Chiana. He smiled reassuringly at her and began to play. Crichton continued to stroke her brow, talking gently to her. Aeryn holding her hand and giving it a squeeze every now and then. She jerked again, another spasm. Aeryn's head came up, looking at Zhaan. "How frequent is that now Zhaan?"

Zhaan checked then nodded. "The baby's on his way."

D'Argo looked alarmed. "How can you be so certain?"

Crichton answered instead. "Relax D'Argo, this little fella can't wait to be born."

Just then Chiana threw back her head and screamed. After a second of shock everyone converged around her in an anxious huddle except for Rygel. He was conspicuous by his absence but watching the birth on a monitor. More anxious than he cared to admit. What he had never told anyone including Chiana was that he had lost his second wife in childbirth. Somehow he did not think Chiana needed to know that right now.

The baby once it started to come wasted no time. While Aeryn made Chiana concentrate on her breathing, Crichton helped Zhaan get ready to help the little guy out if he got stuck. Zhaan peered up between the tented legs waiting for signs of the baby's head. She was starting to get
anxious when Crichton's laughter made her look up. He was holding a goo covered chalk
white baby in his arms, a look on his face that went beyond any kind of joy she had ever seen on his face before. Without taking his eyes off the baby he explained with a deep chuckle in his voice. "You were waiting at the wrong end, Zhaan. Chiana'a a Nebari. Baby comes out the other end."

She straightened and smiled at the baby, D'Argo looking with utter astonishment at his new baby son."The other end?"

"Yeah, you know. Seems Nebari women have this kind of pouch thing..."

"Ah yes, I wondered what that was."

D'Argo's expression was one of awe tinged with joy. "He's beautiful."

Chiana had her eyes closed, then opened them and smiled. "I did it, I've had a baby!"

Aeryn grinned and gently eased Crichton's hands down so that the baby rested in Chiana's arms. None of them could take their eyes off the baby. He was beautiful. His chalk white skin with the tubular ridges of the Luxan tentacles did not seem odd. D'Argo reached out and gently touched his son, but it was when he opened his eyes that everyone held their breath. For D'Argo and Chiana's son had the most beautiful blue eyes anyone had ever seen....

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