SPACE: Above and Beyond

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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains strong m/m sexual scenes, violence, coarse language and adult themes.

NC 17 m/f sex.

by the Heapster

Paradise Lost

The oddly purple sky was lit with even deeper shades of violet and bright flares of orange. The air screamed, the ground tossed them about and the dirt choked them.

The chigs had air superiority and were bombing the shit out of the Earth forces. They were in retreat. Their ranks had broken. Grunts of all nations were falling back from the battlefield in shambling confusion, screaming and dying as the chigs broke through with their terrible weapons, and picked them off from the sky as they ran for it.

Shane stumbled; Cooper immediately swung back and hoisted her to her feet with one arm, shoving her ahead of him.

"Move it!" he yelled, angry and scared. Chig fire skittered across the ground behind him, throwing up more chunks of dirt.

A chig fighter flew in low, they all fell to the ground as it fired, gouging a trench between Cooper and the rest of the 58th.

They scrambled back up as the fighter climbed for another pass.

"Cooper, come on!" Nathan urged him.

As Cooper rose he felt a heat strike him in the centre of his back and spread outwards. He heard Nathan scream him name as he sank to his knees. He braced himself against the ground. And instant later another jolt him, burning this time. He fell forward as nathan screamed, the last thing he heard.

Shane and Paul held Nathan back, dragging him with them.

"Come on, West, there's nothing we can do for him now."

"Hawkes'," Nathan screamed helplessly.

The chigs were so close they could hear them clicking amongst themselves as they closed in on Cooper.

"Don't look back, Nathan," Shane urged, "Don't look back." She and Paul carried him along with them, knowing, hoping, that if the chigs stopped to cut up Cooper's body, it would give them a better chance of surviving.

There was pain, a dull numbing pain that existed everywhere, without pinpointing it to any region. He slowly became aware that he still had a body, an existence. He was aware of something tight, around his throat, making it difficult to breath or swallow. He was lying on cold metal, and he could feel nothing else. He was naked, stripped of his uniform, even his dog tags.

There was a low vibration of machinery through the floor. His sharp little ears could hear the high pitched modem squeals of Ai's, very close by. A penal colony he assumed, metal meshed with the more biological hive like Chig design.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a tiny triangular compartment, not unlike the cells he'd seen the rest of the 58th held in on Kazbek. He sat up slightly and found the pressure on his throat lessened. They obviously remembered their lessen on Kazbek. He was tethered to the wall by a collar that tightened the further away he pulled, as he learnt to his distress, pulling away sharply, the collar suddenly constricting so that he strangled himself. He sagged back, head popping from the sudden lack of oxygen. He heard a chig's clicking alongside the Ai's modem, the AI mimicking the Chig's noises, and realised he was under observation through the seemingly opaque surface.

There was nothing else in the room, no larger than a public toilet cubicle, and just about as pleasant smelling. The room was dim, even his eyes could barely detect colour or light, nor could he guess where the light came from, except maybe muted through the walls, like tissue paper. Only it was solid and waxy, like a wasp's nest.

He'd been taken as a prisoner of war, though why he'd been singled out amongst a field of thousands, unless there were other GI's here, trapped and bound like he was.

He must have drifted in and out of consciousness for several hours, until he was suddenly aware of the presence of something else alive in the cell, snuffling closely beside him.

He sprang to life, grabbing it, slamming it up against the wall with one hand violently, pulling it to the ground and straddling it choking it as much as the collar choked him as he strained against it. It squirmed underneath him and he slammed it back against the floor again. He felt warm flesh, it wasn't a chig or an AI, and he felt...small firm breasts.

The pull of the collar was starting to make his head spin. He sagged back a little, the struggling ebbing beneath his hands.

Sensing his weakness, she darted away from underneath him like a fish, but enhanced reflexes reached out and snagged an ankle, dragging her back. She struggled, making odd whimpering grunts, as he pulled her to him, locking his legs around her as he fought to get a better hand hold on her. He pulled her up close so he could see her. She was young, human. She struck him hard across the face, but he took it, watching her draw back in horror, staring at the dark liquid on her hand. She stared at him, frozen in a moment as her brain decided between fight or flight. In the dim light, she saw his eyes. She leant close, touching his face, unable to comprehend soft, warm skin that smelled, and eyes that were not white and black.

Her hands ran over him, curiosity getting the better over fear, finding the navel in his neck, where she had none, a flat chest and stomach, where she did not, and between his legs, what she did not. She touched him there. Cooper grunted and pushed her hands away, but they kept returning, touching him more and more, fascinated as he grew in her hands.

"Fuck," Cooper muttered as her hands roamed all over him, returning again and again to his maleness, playing with him, curious as liquid began to seep from the tip. She bent to taste it, almost swallowing it.

"Oh, fuck," Cooper grunted, as she sucked on him. His hands dug into her flesh. Man, he was gonna lose it.

Suddenly she was torn from him and thrown across the room. A chig reared over her. She tried to scramble back to Cooper, but the chig grabbed her, pulling her to her feet by her hair.

Cooper lunged at the chig, brought up short by the collar. The Chig swatted him away, pulling out a coiled device that crackled with ozone. The Chig advanced on Cooper with the device, which was wielded like the tasers Cooper remembered in Philly. He backed up. The girl clicked angrily at the chig, diving between it and Cooper, catching the chig taser against her skin. She screamed and collapsed to the floor, Cooper was sickened by the faint smell of burnt flesh.

Cooper looked from the girl to the chig and saw the taser still moving towards him. A second Chig called to the first, and it suddenly stood down and left the cell, the hexagonal wall sealing behind it.

Cooper was left staring at the girl lying on the floor. He'd never seen a natural born fight for him, take punishment that was meant for him.

He pulled her carefully into his lap, touching the burn gently as she began to come around in his arms. She started for a moment, then relaxed, realising it were his arms that held her.

She studied his face, touching his nose and eyebrows, dabbing fingertips into the bleeding cut on his lip. She lifted her blood stained fingertip and sniffed at it, then put it, too, into her mouth, tasting him. She leant forward and licked at the blood with her tongue, tracing the outline of his lip. The heat clawed it's way through his groin again. He touched her tongue with his, drawing it into his mouth, sucking upon it lightly. She gasped into his mouth and leant further into him, pushing her own tongue in deeper, pressing her breasts against his chest, rubbing slightly as she darted her tongue in and out of his mouth in a childish game.

Cooper grabbed her hips and pulled her over him, thrusting against her heat, sliding through her slickness. He tore his mouth from hers and reached down to suck and pull upon her breasts, feeling her arch back in his arms. She squirmed against him, not understanding what it is she wants, only knowing she wanted him to touch her more. He grabbed her hips tighter, parting her thighs wider, nudging his way into her. Cooper pushed at the hot tight opening. This was what it must feel like for McQueen. In his young life, Cooper had never done the fucking, he'd only ever been fucked. He felt her body resistance to this new intrusion, but couldn't comprehend her virginity, never experiencing it before. He saw he was causing her pain and tried to back away, but she refused to let him. She rubbed herself against him in frustration, but it wasn't enough. He pushed her back and tried to push two fingers in, like McQueen did to him, but she pushed herself back onto him, not wanting to stop this new feeling. She struggled with him for control, impaling herself deeper onto him. Cooper knew more of what he was doing and won the battle, controlling the rhythm of her thrusts in time with his. It was a heady experience for him to have complete control. The heat spiralled up between them, the rhythm of their thrusts grew faster and faster. They sucked on each other's tongues, hands stroking bare flesh, each touch is not enough until she came with a shuddering spasm, clamping down on him so tight. He felt himself explode deep into her depths in thick, milky jets.

She collapsed on his chest; he smoothed the sweat soaked hair from her face, the way McQueen had once, smiling down at her, blissfully sated. She mimicked his smile, and lapped at the sweat slick skin taunt across his chest. They lay together like that, as their juices cooled.

Through the wall the chig observing them turned away, the smell of their disgusting secretions making it ill.

Cooper didn't know where she'd come from. He didn't think she'd ever seen an InVitro before, maybe never even a human. He'd heard Wang talking about AI raids on distant outposts, well before he was born. Maybe she'd survived such an attack, and somehow ended up here. What the chigs wanted with either of them, he just didn't know. All he knew was that she hadn't been repulsed by the navel on his neck. She wasn't like any of the other females he'd known. They'd taken from him, used him, abused him, ordered him about. But not this one. She wanted him, the feel and taste of him. Who and what he was didn't seem to matter to her.

Cooper woke instantly to the sound of the chigs entering his cell. There were three of them. Two of them pulled the terrified and clicking girl from him, the other brushed the taser against his chest. That heat spread over him again, and he' couldn't fight, as he lost muscle control and consciousness.

Hours later he woke. She was touching at his face, frightened. He sat up slightly, relieving the pressure on his collar, and she climbed onto him again, touching him, repeatedly, until he had a serviceable erection again.

And so it went. Each time she'd mount him, and when they'd done, they'd drag her off him, then return her, for her to mount him again.

Cooper tried to talk to her, but either she wouldn't, or didn't understand. She brought him water, which tasted rank, and food, which was worse. He tried to resent her, to blame his captivity on her, but he couldn't. She was all he had.

Through the walls, the chigs watched, repulsed, leaving the disgusting work of collecting human genetic material to the AI's who served them.

"Wait!" West stayed Wang's arm, about to throw a smart grenade down the corridor as though it were a football. "I'm picking up two lifeforms. Human heat registers."

West made sure a round was chambered and slowly picked his way down the dark twisting corridor, pausing where the heat registered strongest.

Vansen tossed a smaller grenade at the wall and they took cover, peeking out once the dust had cleared.

"Oh, my god," murmured Damphousse, pushing past West who couldn't move.

McQueen watched through the two way mirror the girl with Cooper.

They'd had to sedate her once they'd gotten her aboard the Saratoga. The people, the sensory overload, it had been too much. McQueen remembered what that was like, but it didn't soften his opinion of her. She clung to Cooper like a leech, screaming and carrying on if he left the room they held her in for a second.

They'd found out who she was, or rather where she'd come from. An AI raid on a Titan mine back in '46. Her parents had been overseers. A lot of tanks had died in those mines. His mouth formed a thin, grim line.

Cooper had become very protective of the girl, teaching her to clothe herself, feed herself, trying to teach her to speak. The doctors would take care of her formal training later, as soon as they could ship her off the Satatoga, which couldn't be too soon, as far as McQueen was concerned. Anyone else would have thought Cooper's devotion cute; McQueen found it disturbing.

Cooper was trying to each her how to eat using utensils, recalling his own training, but he wasn't having much success. Tanks didn't know any better, they were blank slates. This girl had years of learned behaviour to overcome. Her captors had kept her alive, but little else. Her attempts to communicate with Cooper in chig like whistles and clicks chilled McQueen to the bone. When that ISSCV from Earth arrived, she'd be handed over to the Intelligence unit on board, taken back to Earth and probably debriefed for the rest of her life. Cooper would never see her again.

She scooped food from the tray and touched it to her mouth, making a face. She hadn't yet acclimatised to the tastes and textures of food aboard a navy vessel. Cooper tried to encourage her, and demonstrated again how to eat, using the spoon. She misunderstood, and gathered another scoop on her fingers, sliding her fingers into his mouth. Cooper sucked on her fingertips slightly, before letting her withdraw them. She darted them into his mouth, and he sucked on them again, harder this time, teasing her skin with his tongue, the suction of his liquid mouth drawing heat up from her centre. She pressed forward and kissed him. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked upon it. She whimpered, pulling anxiously at his t-shirt, desperately trying to access the bare flesh beneath. Her hand went straight to his groin, rubbing him through the cloth.

Cooper moaned and kissed her harder, holding her tight against him. Then he pushed her away suddenly, pausing to tear his T Shirt over his head, and shuck off the rest of his clothes. She followed his lead and stripped, though he had to help her with the buttons. He gathered her in his arms, his mouth plundering hers while his fingers slid into her slickness. She arched against him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he knelt there on the bunk with her. He tilted her back in his arms, sucking upon her breasts as he teased her.

Her whimpers became more insistent. She rubbed herself against him, wanting him inside her.

Cooper pushed her back against the bunk and pushed inside her. She arched up, meeting his first thrust. Cooper pulled all the way out, and she cried out. Answering her, he plunged in deep again, delighting in the tight hot flesh that engulfed him. He pushed in and out, rubbing inside her. He turned to see his reflection in the mirror, and seemed to look right into McQueen's eyes. Liking what he saw, Cooper grinned impishly and pumped her more violently, sneaking glances of himself in the mirror as he did it, watching her take him, both beneath him and in the reflection.

McQueen could see the moment Cooper came, his whole body tensing, then relaxing against her, lying atop her as the last few drops were wrung from his body.

McQueen glared at his own reflection in the glass as they lay there, tangled together, spent.

He was hard; full of desire and fury, jealous both for Cooper and over Cooper. He hated Cooper for betraying him, for being so blatantly faithless. He hated Cooper for the unconditional love the girl gave him. She didn't care that he was an InVitro. He was just Cooper to her, and he knew she would die for him.

Cooper strained against McQueen's arms, trying to tear himself away from the arms that held him tight, struggling. West shoved him back, and Cooper responded with an inarticulate growl as McQueen got a better hold on him, pulling the lean hard body tight against his own.

Captured, powerless, Cooper could only watch as the hysterical girl was dragged kicking and screaming onto the ISSCV, reaching out to Cooper, but there was nothing he could do.

She was still screaming for him as the hatch closed, captive again.

Cooper tore himself free of McQueen and West at last, and took off, darkly brooding.

McQueen and West exchanged a look. He'd be back. There was nowhere else to go.

Cooper pressed against the window, watching the ISSCV disappear. All he knew right now was the pain of loss. Later, he would realise just what he had lost. Total acceptance, love, he had control for the first time - someone looked to him for the answers. And then it was stolen from him...

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