TITLE: "THREE INTO ONE WON'T GO"

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.

"THREE INTO ONE WON'T GO"
A "Farscape" slash story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL
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The baby was crying. Chiana was holding him, cooing to him softly between bites of conversation with D'Argo, their voices inevitably rising as they argued then breaking off briefly as the baby became distressed. Crichton walked into their room and they both looked up. D'Argo's expression lightened up considerably. Chiana smiled at him. The baby looked flushed, eyes closed and bawling gently as Chiana automatically rocked him.

"I am glad that you are here, John," Said D'Argo in his deep voice. Crichton had to tear his eyes away from the baby to pay attention to his friend. "We cannot decide on the name of the baby."

Chiana tilted her head. Her look almost coy. "It should be Nebari."

"No, he is male, it must be Luxan."

Chiana tried to calm down the baby but he continued to cry. She looked at Crichton. "What do you say?"

He stepped up to them, his eyes on the baby. Concern written all over his gentle expressive face. Both of his friends watched his face in fascination. Unaware of their scrutiny he wondered why they would distress the baby like that. "I say discuss it later, guys."

At the sound of his voice the baby opened its' eyes and nailed him with the clearest bluest eyes he had seen this side of the wormhole. The baby stopped crying. Chiana and D'Argo exchanged a look.

"Hey, little fella." Said Crichton soflty. The baby smiled back at him.

Chiana's mouth dropped open. "How did you do that?"

"Do what, Chi?"

"He's been crying all morning."

He looked at Chiana with a smile on his face, his hand reaching out to the baby who eagerly grabbed a finger drawing Crichton's eye back to him. "You just have to have the touch, Chi. Nothing to it."

"The touch?" Said D'Argo curious. Was this something he should know about? If so, how did he acquire it and why did Crichton have it?

Chiana offered Crichton the baby to hold. His smiled widened with pure pleasure. Chiana delighted in seeing the emotions displayed on his face. It tugged at her heartstrings in a way that made the human even more precious to her. Weird. He really *was* family.

"You don't mind?" He queried to make sure it was alright.

Chiana grinned and tilted her head with a sudden jerk. "Yeah. You have the touch, you know?"

He laughed, a lovely bright little sound that the baby picked up and gurgled back at him as he carefully took him in his arms. "Come to Papa Crichton."

The baby's eyes were glued on his, happy, content. D'Argo was amazed and very impressed. "You have *got* to tell me how to do that, John."

Crichton said nothing, lost in the baby blues looking back at him. Feelings of joy and contentment washing through him with a love that the baby effortlessly bounced back to him. They seemed to feed each other with silent but happy regard. Chiana moved up the bed and watched Crichton sit down. He did not look at her. Did not look at D'Argo. It was as if the two of them were not even there.

In his mind, Crichton reached out to the tiny lifeform lying in his arms. Amazed and honoured and moved all at the time time. He felt the baby's love reach out and touch him. Filling the whole of his heart as if this was the child's cradle of choice. It brought quiet tears of joy to his eyes. He loved the little guy so much. Wanted to teach him so many things. To protect him and prepare him for the kind of world you could not make up, it was so complex and completely off the wall. But then the baby would know no different.

D'Argo was transfixed by the sight of Crichton holding his and Chiana's baby. It softened his hearts and was such a moving sight. He spoke to Crichton a couple of times but either the human did not hear or he was ignoring him. Chiana smiled at his look of exasperation as if she understood the total absorption the human was displaying. D'Argo cleared his throat noisily and Crichton looked up. "Considering how much you like to talk, your silence speaks leturga words."

"Leturga?" Crichton cocked his head as the translator microbes kicked in. "A thousand?" He looked pleased. "Hey! Leturga is a thousand."

The Luxan looked puzzled. "It means a great many words..." He started to explain.

"Yeah, I get that big guy." His smile widened. "It's like this earth saying - *a picture is worth a thousand words*."

A kind of mild shock stole across D'Argo's face. "You say this on earth?"

Crichton nodded. There followed a couple of microts of silence then Crichton spoke softly, his words teasing D'Argo. "So are you saying I'm a picture, D'Argo?"

For the first time in many solar days, D'Argo was speechless. Chiana watched the look on the Luxan's face and savoured it. A smile of happy contentment on her face.

* * * * *

Crichton was late getting to the docking bay and Aeryn was *not* in a good mood. "Crichton, I have been waiting *arns* for you!"

He was not offended by her anger nor the reversion to using his surname. The happiness on his face deadened everything into a happy haze that simply could not touch him. So this was what it felt like to have kids? He knew the little guy wasn't his but he had carried him inside him for a while and somehow that had created a unique bond between them. He could always tell when the baby was unhappy or distressed no matter where he was or what he was doing aboard Moya. How come the baby never called to him when he was happy? Content?

The slap on the face was a rude awakening. Not the sting of the blow but the fact that Aeryn had actually hit him. He frowned at her. Not understanding why she was in such a foul mood. "Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?"

"I'm sorry, Aeryn..."

Her anger abated at the genuine look of hurt and confusion on his face. She felt ashamed at the reddening mark appearing on his cheek. The outline in the unmistakable shape of her hand. She had not meant to hit him but when she could not get a response her patience finally snapped. "John," The word was spoken like a peace offering. "Do you remember offering to help me with the upgrades to my prowler?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I remember and I'm here Aeryn."

She swallowed a sigh. "Yes. Yes, you are. Five arns late."

For a moment he just looked at her, the words slowly sinking it. A look of horror stole over his face. "Oh God, Aeryn, I'm sorry..."

Her anger evaporated. She realised that time had stopped meaning the same thing to him as it did to her and the rest of the crew of Moya the microt the baby had arrived. She would never have expected a male to react the way Crichton did to the new arrival, but then the human was always surprising her. It was one of the things that frustrated her about him and one of the things she loved most about him. Not that she would tell him that. She reached out a hand and gently touched the side of his face. "I'm sorry I hit you."

He smiled. His forgiveness instant. How gentle, how giving this human was. She noticed amusement dancing in his eyes. His eyes. She could just step into those wonderous pools. "What?"

He leaned his head closer to hers, not taking his eyes off her. "I thought you wanted help with your prowler, Miss Sun?" He breathed warmly into her face.

A smile transformed the harsh unforgiving planes of her face and caused his breath to hitch at her sheer beauty. A hand slid round his neck to draw him closer. "You talk too much."

Lips like honey flowed over his, coating him with her taste. His lips parted and her tongue flicked inside his mouth, tiny little flicks as if tasting him and deciding whether or not to enter. His heart ached, yearning for her, longing to take her into his arms and love her until he no longer had breath in his body. He waited, though it was agony to do so. Letting her choose the pace, the timing. Seemingly pleased to be the one in control, Aeryn deepened the kiss and drew him against her, her tongue exploring him and celebrating his response as she gyrated slowly up against his body. She felt his shudder as she rubbed against his crotch, her hand sliding down to stroke him through his leathers, his breath caught in his throat as she refused to let him go. If he wanted to breathe he would have to share her breath.

Unseen, D'Argo stepped into the docking bay and spotted them. So lost in each other that they neither saw nor heard him. He held his breath and watched, the stirring whispers of lust clouding his eyes as he drank in the way the two of them moulded themselves together. It took effort for him to retrace his steps quietly. He would tell them about Repakkon later. It was the Luxan birthright ceremony. Nebari did not have this ceremony, they had a naming ceremony. D'Argo planned to incorporate both traditions in a new one. One unique to him and Chiana. He was thoughtful when he left. They still had time. He and Chiana still had not agreed on a name for a child.

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Rygel was grumpy. His stubby fingers deftly stacking more and more food cubes on to his plate until Zhaan thought the whole greedy tower would topple over. That it did not owed more to the Hynerian's inate greed than the laws of quantum gravity. He was grumbling again. "Where the yotz is everybody?"

She tilted her head slowly at him. "I would have thought you would be pleased to have the food to yourself?"

He paused, an offended look flitting briefly across his leathery face. "Who says I don't? But even I like company occasionally, Zhaan."

"Only occasionally?" She teased soflty.

"You know what I mean." He grumbled.

She smiled as she got up then leaned towards him. "Yes, Rygel. I miss them too." Her kiss was planted softly on the top of his head before he could stop her. He stopped eating to watch her leave the mess hall. His eyes returning to the stack of food. He observed them for a microt then sighed and began the thankless task of slowly ploughing his way through them.

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Crichton finished helping Aeryn with the upgrades though it had taken a lot longer than either of them had expected. Aeryn hid a mischievous smile. Satisfaction singing through her body. There was nothing quite as sexy to her as getting *exactly* what she wanted. The human was grubby. Grease and dirt on his face and hands. She supposed she looked just as bad. He straightened and grinned at her. "Okay princess, the prowler is A-okay and ready to rock and roll. What do you say we start on my module tomorrow?"

She took a step away from him then paused to look back. "What do you say we get cleaned up? You look like dren."

He did not retort that Aeryn did too. She looked beautiful to him, always had, always would. She was every breath he wanted to take. She wondered at the look stealing over his sensitive face. "What are you waiting for?"

<For you> He thought but he was too wise to say it out loud. Like the wish you made before you blew out the candles on the cake. It wouldn't come true if he said it out loud. Instead he dazzled her with a smile. "I'm gonna finish up here, I want to check out my module, see what needs to be done tommorow. Catch you later."

She smiled, nodded then left. He stayed rooted to the spot until she was out of sight. A tiny sigh escaped his lips then he turned and looked at his module. The Farscape 1. His dream. His baby. The thought produced a grin of pleasure. Baby. This was his *first* baby, the second one was something else. He ran a hand over the bodywork, his mind only half on what he was doing, feelings sorting through his heart and mind. Wondering how in hell he would ever explained the crazy complexity that was his life out here in the Uncharted Territories. They would probably bring on the men in the little white coats and give him a nice white room with padded walls. He shook his head gently at his own fancy.

D'Argo returned to the docking bay. He had given Aeryn and Crichton enough time to sort themselves out. He wanted to see Crichton. Speak to him. Discuss suitable names for the baby. Any excuse just to see him again. He slowed his steps. Crichton. The human had his back to him. Was facing his module, one hand slowly travelling over the bodywork as if he were metras away. He glanced around. No sign of Aeryn. Good. He went back to watching the human, fascinated by everything about him. He loved the way he moved, a kind of erotic flowing grace to his careless amble, limbs rolling in a weird kind of motion like a form of inertia as if his bones were fluid. Beautiful. The human was definately beautiful. That he was so unaware of it simply turned the Luxan on more. He watched Crichton start to climb up the module, now pausing at the top of the rungs to lean into the cockpit. D'Argo's mouth formed a perfect o, lust lapping over him in waves, his mivonks reacting to produce a whole host of secretions he wanted so desperately to introduce the human to. He stepped quietly, able to move soundlessly when he wanted to for such a big man. He was not a warrior for nothing and now he had his prey in sight nothing was going to deflect him.

Crichton was unaware of him. His eyes taking in the current condition of the only bit of earth he had left. The only thing he could cling to that confirmed to him that this life was not a dream. It was solid. He could hold it in his hand. Its' physical presence comforted him like an old friend. A constant lover.

D'Argo came up behind him and watched the way Crichton moved as he shifted his body weight on the rungs to lean further into the cockpit. His breath caught, watching the way he moved, his eyes travelling all over the nicely muscled body, the leather clinging to ass as he stretched, inviting him to touch. He wanted so desperately to reach out but he had promised Crichton. No more pouncing on him. No more attacks of unbridled lust. He cleared his throat, dying inside as he did so. Knowing that now Crichton knew he was there he would have to observe certain rules like not raping him. He did not want to rape the human but he did want to frell him. Crichton straighted and turned his head. He saw the Luxan standing next to him, his head at waist height. He was about to step back down the rungs to join him but D'Argo ran a hand up his leg, wanting him to stay just where he was. Crichton froze, recognising the smoky haze in the Luxan's eyes. He took a breath to steady himself. "Yo, what's up D'Argo?"

"I wanted to see you."

He nodded slowly. D'Argo's hand slid up the outside of his left leg, the sensation of the leather beneath his hand and Crichton's beautiful blue eyes making speech difficult for him. But he had promised so he would try.

"What about? The baby?"

D'Argo wanted to laugh. The baby was the last thing on his mind right now though he would not pass up on the chance to make another one, this time with Crichton's seed inside him. He felt a shudder of deep pleasure touch off a ribbon of arousal that made his nostrils flare. He struggled to think, to make his words seem reasonable. Normal. "We still have no name for the child."

His hand reached up passed Crichton's knee then down to his ankle. The human had not moved. The sight of him made D'Argo's hearts do crazy things. He wanted him so much. He slid his hand round the top of his ankle, slowly sliding his hand up the inside of the leg this time, his eyes firmly fixed on the human's.

"What do you want me to do?" Asked Crichton quietly.

The hand continued on up, now approaching his crotch. He did not move. Not one sign of encouragement did he give the Luxan, yet he never told him to get the hezmana out of there either. D'Argo dared to take that as a good sign. He stepped close enough to see his breath leave a moisture trail on the leather. Inhaled the human's scent, the smell of the leather. By accident or design, the rung on which Crichton stood meant his crotch was in line with D'Argo's face. <Um, bad move> Thought Crichton belatedly.

Crichton felt the hand gently rub his crotch. So light, such a gentle pressure, not quite massaging him but close. A tentative touch, stroking then sweeping up his thigh before slowly coming back down to brush him again. The movement began to become slightly hypnotic. "I thought you might come up with a name."

He had difficulty blocking out the Luxan's touch. Could feel himself reacting, his shaft hardening slowly as the Luxan very slowly increased the pressure through the leather. <Oh God, D'Argo. I don't know if I want to cut your damn hand off or shove it up my ass>

"A name." Purred D'Argo as if knowing he would have to prompt the human's wandering thoughts.

"I....uh...I...haven't really given it much thought, D'Argo..."

"Then do so," Said the Luxan, his voice soft and rich as velvet caressing his ears.

D'Argo moved his hand away from the growing bulge and leaned in closer, his tongue dragging slowly up the leather and sending shivers through the human male. His reaction was a serious test to D'Argo's control but he was determined to do this properly. To seduce the human until he could do nothing other than submit to his passion. Crichton closed his eyes a microt. This was not happening. He shuddered deeper this time, feeling the Luxan's tongue dragging up the outline of his penis, coaxing him to respond, his lips now sucking him through the leather in little mouthfuls and making his hips rock slightly into him. He opened his eyes and found D'Argo looking up at him, his hands now splayed either side of his hips, his mouth, chin and tongue working on him through the leather. Building up body heat between them.

"D'Argo, we shouldn't..." His voice broke and trailed off.

D'Argo nodded slightly, his mouth too full, the contents too precious to release. His hands slid in towards Crichton's crotch, gently releasing the fastening on his pants to get access to him.

"Uh, D'Argo, big guy, we're in the docking bay...."

"Mmmmm, I know."

He fought to form words, his pants now open, D'Argo's thick leathery fingers deftly easing the leather pants down to free his growing erection, his tongue lapping at him like a man contemplating a feast. All words fled as the Luxan tongue wrapped around him, savouring him and caressing him at the same time, a hand sliding between his cheeks and cradling the sensitive testicles as Crichton's breath hitched.

"God, D'Argo..."

The Luxan had learned a lot since their last encounter. Realised that brute force would never turn the human on, only hurt him. Not just physically but mentally. He did not want to hurt him in any way, shape or form. He wanted to love him, to express all the feelings this strange beautiful being stirred inside him. The wonderful rush of passion that ignited in his mivonks at the mere sight of him. The way everything about the human was ingrained in his mind and hearts. It was more than lust. Way beyond friendship. He wanted to mate with him. His feelings for Crichton
easily the equal of those he had for Chiana though they were also different. Some things he wanted from the human that Chiana could never give and vice versa. He did not understand it, simply accepted that this was the way it was. He knew that Chiana had long lusted after the human. Had been amused at Crichton's lack of response, his almost fatherly attitude towards the Nebari. But she was definitely no child. D'Argo could attest to that.

Crichton tried to descend the ladder, get off the damn module, but D'Argo held him gently but firmly. The human was *exactly* where he wanted him. He let go of his now throbbing shaft so that he could lick him with that incredible tongue, the rough little ridges causing a delicious friction against him. D'Argo opened his tunic then the front of his pants. He did not undress just wanted access to his mivonks, wanting to share as many secretions with Crichton as the human could handle. Luxans had quite involved levels of foreplay as the human was about to find out.

"Anyone could walk in on us, D'Argo..." Crichton managed to get out, his words staggering like drunks from his trembling lips.

"I have had the doors sealed and the DRDs sent on other tasks. No one will disturb us."

That surprised Crichton. "You *knew* I was here?"

D'Argo smiled at the surprise in his voice. "I *always* know where you are, John."

His words shivered through Crichton's body. D'Argo removed his pants completely, taking his boxers off as well. As the cool air kissed his skin, Crichton realised he wanted this as much as D'Argo. The knowledge should have shocked him but it did not. He was getting seriously turned on. When did D'Argo learn to be so seductive? D'Argo licked his shaft slowly, enjoying the way Crichton squirmed, his back arching slightly whenever he added suction to his straining cock. He noticed the head was leaking slightly and flicked out his tongue. Crichton jerked and groaned. The Luxan smiled and coated his fingers with orange gel from his mivonks. He rubbed the gel over Crichton's lips then took a different gel from another mivonks and slowly began to coat the human's penis with it. Crichton tasted the gel on his lips, it was kind of numbing but addictive. He found himself licking it off his lips, his arousal slowly growing as the secretion began to work its' magic, not that he needed to be more aroused but it was what D'Argo wanted. He would not be happy until he had driven the human mad with desire then frelled him senseless.

The gel on his shaft was very erotic, as D'Argo's hand rubbed it in Crichton's hips began to move up and down. The gel quickly absorbed into his foreskin, a strange creeping prickling sensation rippling under the skin of his cock and making him so excited. He was leaking heavily now, the creamy precum dribbling down his throbbing head, the Luxan flicking his tongue out like a moist whip to savour and lick him off, loving the way his snappy touch was making Crichton jerk. He could have lapped him gently but he wanted the reaction. *This* reaction. As he caressed the shaft in one hand, he coated still more gel onto the fingers of his free hand then eased them between Crichton's ass cheeks, searching for the opening.

"No, no, man," Mumbled Crichton. "Too....too...much...."

D'Argo murmured in encouragement, his voice making Crichton shiver with growing passion even as his fingers, hand and tongue heightened his need. to unbearable levels Pools of lust forming in his belly, his body craving more sensation and the Luxan piling it on without needing to be asked. The rough fingers breaching the opening, the gel pushed gently inside on thick questing fingers that invaded him with a sucking penetration that made him gasp. He was perspiring heavily, head thrown back, body boneless and shaking as he got more and more excited. D'Argo took him in his mouth now, using his long tongue to wind around his penis and expertly continue to work on him while he increased his suction in the warm bliss of that gifted mouth. A finger pressed deep, passed the ring of tight muscle, the gel deadening any hint of pain or discomfort. Another finger then another joined the first in rapid succession as the Luxan carefully and patiently widened the opening. Then he withdrew his fingers and selected a different gel, working it slowly inside him with all the patience of an artist. This gel clung to his insides and heightened the sensitivity in his nerves, muscles, flesh, skin, blood, you name it, the gel was exciting it. Like little tremors of electricity it shimmering through his opening, set delicious fire to the cavity that was becoming ever wider with the Luxan's expert touch. D'Argo was bigger than the human, knew he could easily hurt him, tear him. Wanted so desperately to be inside him, to fill the human with his seed even though he knew he could not impregnate him. This token of his love would have to be enough. Not just for him but for both of them. It never occurred to him to wonder whether Crichton would have wanted a child by him. Seeing him with his and Chiana's baby had told him all he needed to know. Had turned him on in ways that only another Luxan would have understood.

As D'Argo prepared Crichton for full penetration their eyes locked. For one incredibly beautiful microt the universe and everything in it ceased to exist. "I love you, John, I want you."

Crichton said nothing. For once he had no words but that was alright with D'Argo. He saw the answer shining like a beautiful beacon of hope in his eyes. The only star that mattered in his sky...

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