Far From Home
Authors: Scorpy808 and Kazbaby
Authors' Notes: This is just pure
unadulterated smut, hence the rating. Scorpy started the plot bunny and we
worked on this together, but she did the majority of the story. This is not
your average smut fic, this is from the minds of Scorpy and Kaz - and we have
pictures! Thank you Kixxa the wonderbeta
for the great beta work as usual!
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex and language. If you're under that age. Go on..get out this isn't for you!
Disclaimer: Not ours. We're not that
freaking twisted. If it was though, we'd have a Farscape channel.
I had seen her make better landings, but considering the
circumstances, it wasn't the worst crash I'd survived. We popped the canopy to
a cloud of red dust, and bailed out of the smoking cockpit of her prowler.
I hit the dirt a little dazed. Through the chaos of stirred up
grit I could make out several dark forms. It was obvious the beings
weren’t there as a welcoming committee when I heard Aeryn shout my name
over the crackling hiss of electrical fire coming from the prowler.
Instinct kicked in and I hot-footed it around the wreckage,
trying my best to pick out Aeryn’s exact location from the memory of her
shout, all the while hoping she didn’t mistake me from one of the bad
guys. She had already taken out two of the shadowy figures with an equal number
of pulse blasts. I had no idea how many there were, but in what seemed like a
matter of microts, the dust was settling. I found myself straddling the body of
the last alien, smashing the creature in the face with the back end of
Every now and then I'd remember parts of my old life. I once
watched Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas wondering why the fuck Hunter S
would want to down a vial of adrenalchrome - but now
I knew. I'd been a junkie for quite some time, only I wasn't waking up in hotel
rooms filled with the funk of a party gone sideways, it was ‘cause real
life had gone sideways a long time ago.
Aeryn knew better than to stop me. At least that's what I'd come
to believe over the past half cycle. The war had changed me into a real live
Humpty Dumpty. I held the limp figure up by the
threadbare fabric of its hooded cloak, and asked "Who the frell are you?
And why the attack - don'tcha know the war is
over?" I didn't wait for an answer. Before I knew it, I'd squeezed off a
round into what was left of its face.
~*~
My mind wasn't what it used to be, and for the life of me I
couldn't put my finger on when violence could flip my switch as quickly as
Aeryn's hand up my thigh. Then again, I always did get a little turned on
watching her in full frontal assault mode. So why not bust a boner over beating
someone's face in? It was a guilty pleasure; a bad habit picked up over too
many battles. I kinda figured she knew, but didn't outright tell her. After
all, I didn’t want to hurt her.
I helped salvage a few supplies from the wreck and attempted to
get a comm through to Moya. Getting no response, I figured we might have been
out of range or the roving dust storms were wreaking havoc on communications in
the area. Nothing new there. At this point in time I
was used to being screwed over. Aeryn claimed to know this particular hunk of
rock - said the slow revolution made for long nights, making is safe for her to
be tramping through the desert. It was sunset, but I would have felt a helluva lot better getting to some sort of shelter.
The terrain looked like a Mad Max set. A red’n dusty Aussie outback. I half expected
‘the humongous’ to ride up on our asses, demanding gasoline. The
dim light of three distant moons joined the coupla
stars, casting an eerie glow over … nothing. I trudged along behind
Aeryn, my body on auto pilot but my brain on overdrive.
I thought of broken faces and blood on my hands. I thought of
old friends and dead family members. I'd almost forgotten all their names.
Somewhere, light years away people I vaguely remembered were drinking a cold
one, feet up and watching the game, their only concern - if Dallas was gonna
whoop the ‘Niners. Maybe it wasn't even
football season, how the fuck would I know anyway? Six cycles and a galaxy wide
war and a guy could get a bit twitchy, could start bashing people's faces in
for fun. Fuck.
It might have been an arn, maybe two when a broken-down
settlement appeared on the horizon. The place was completely dark - either
everyone around here went to bed with the chickens or it really was deserted.
Aeryn suggested we approach quietly and with caution. All these cycles and
sometimes she still treated me like a new recruit. I couldn’t knock her
for that - I had done some pretty stupid shit in the past. As we got closer, my
internal alarm started going off like a fire bell. There was movement coming
from the dilapidated structure. We had been spotted.
In the open, we had no place to run. Four hooded figures rushed
out, waving weapons. I was just leveling
At the start of the war, mechanized combat drones were
manufactured by less technologically advanced societies to take out enemy
ground troops. I like to call them ‘battle bots’. I hadn’t
seen one in awhile, this one must have slipped through the cracks. Whirring
across the sand, scanning the horizon for movement, the ‘battle bot’ made a U-turn and headed straight for us. We
about to turn tail when Aeryn noticed the machine had an operator.
Sliding along a wall, leaving my enticing little Stormtropper as bait, I watched the drone rattle up, the
hunched figure’s hands tensing on the trigger mechanism of the mounted
gun. For once, something went smoothly – I stepped out and knocked the
alien off the bot in one easy movement. I was
surprised to find he wasn’t one of the Jawas,
but a local. Hell, in my mind, it didn't matter. There was no line between good
and bad anymore. Survival was the game, killing often the means, and this poor
sucker had a commodity - transportation.
~*~
Everything got away from me, starting with that strange buzz in
my gut - a mixture of straight anxiety and that funny feeling that set every
nerve of my body on fire. All I could think about was getting off.
With my teeth clenched and my breath ragged, I damn near lost it
– opened that can of whoop-ass on this cowering alien. Aeryn's hand
closed upon my wrist, stopping me in mid blow. Dust swirled on the wind around
us both, whipping her hair across her face. There was a storm coming, and she
was the eye of it. Behind her, lightning flashed, throwing her into silhouette.
She stepped out from behind her carefully constructed mask, an opened book
meant only for me. She stood silently but I could feel her eyes screaming at me
to not take this one final step away from the man I used to be.
Her fingers slowly unwrapped and I wanted to give her a
reassuring nod that I was cool, but I couldn't really promise that anymore. Too
many things had happened too many damned times during the war. You can never
really put a broken vessel back together without missing a few pulverized
pieces here and there.
I sat back on my heels and waited for her signal. Showing
restraint was tough. My blood was rushing hard through my veins and I felt the
need to either hit … or fuck. At times I couldn't tell which I wanted to
do more.
Shielding my eyes, I looked at the old man lying on the ground,
then to the ones sprawled a short distance from him. I saw that he could have
picked us off easily when we came into range, but he took out our attackers
instead. It's a bitter pill to swallow, to know I'm punch-happy even during the
best of times.
All I could say was sorry. I stood up, and held out my hand to
the old geezer, trying to thank him. He stared at me with familiar fear in his
eyes and stumbled off into the shifting winds. I couldn't blame him.
Gazing around the abandoned village, Aeryn sarcastically
remarked that the old dude was ‘helpful’. Gotta
love that. But sarcasm or not, she was right - he had been useful at
scaring off the remaining tenants of this desert ghetto. I motioned to a
section of buildings that looked storm-worthy and like good little soldiers we
entered quickly and secured the premises.
~*~
I couldn't decide which seemed more dirty, the outside or the
inside, but at least it provided protection against the wind. ‘Course,
the indoors had one up on the outdoors in the grunge department, but we’d
live, or so I hoped. There was a main room, and what was probably once a good
sized wash room that stood in plain view - the separating wall just adding to
the rubble on the ground. A water pipe leaked rusty drops from the sink and a
slow red trickle disappeared into a grating in the floor. The rest of the floor
was covered in dirt and small chunks of debris. There was no glass in the
windows, it had all been broken or shot out long ago. I could hear the wind
whistle through the open panes and various cracks in the walls. All in all,
just another dren hole in the ass end of the universe.
Aeryn set her bag down on a broken table in the middle of the
area and heaved a sigh. I could feel her stare, making me more uncomfortable by
the microt, so I turned around and pretended to look out one of the broken
windows. If the glass were still there, I would’ve had half a notion to
punch my fist through it, the ensuing pain and blood might have been
distraction enough to forget about the aching hard on I was still trying to
hide. I attempted to casually make some adjustments, so it didn’t feel
like my gun belt was cutting off my circulation.
I’d finally come to understand why Aeryn always talked
about ‘reducing fluid levels’ after battle. It was just another
maneuver, a strategy. Over time, she had told me many stories about quick fucks
in bunkers, against walls, in prowlers - not because she freely offered the
information, but because I asked her to describe how it ‘used to
be’ for her. I’d never met a chick that was as ‘o.k.’
with a quickie as any of my male buddies. It was weird. ‘Course, being
out here changed my perspective on a lot of things.
It had been over a monen since we'd frelled, half that time
since I'd been able to crank one off by myself. That was one she didn't know
about, ‘cause why would I tell the love of my
life I was getting my jollies off over breaking bones? Lost in thought, my
senses didn't catch her approach until her husky tone advised my brain to take
a closer listen.
“Turn around.”
My pulse hitched up a notch at the thought of confronting her in
my current state. I tried to stay calm, turned around as requested and was
thrown against the wall. I doubled over, gasping to catch the breath that had
just been knocked out of me. I made a feeble attempt to scramble to the side,
but she grabbed hold of my jacket and in an instant had me
pressed back against the grimy bricks. Her eyes were harsh as she asked,
"Is this what you like now?"
My friend adrenaline was failing me, and there were few things
that could kill an erection faster than a bony knee to the crotch. She had me
completely stunned by her sudden power-up to sadist. Her knee kept me
uncomfortably pinned in place while she asked me again if violence, not her,
was my new frell. I must've sounded pretty pathetic when all I could come up
with was, "I ... I'm ... sorry ... Aeryn ... I'm really ... sorry."
There was no smooth way of getting out of this one. I had been
caught like a teenager with a stack of porno mags and
was now staring down the woman who would kill me to save me from my enemies and
frell me senseless to save me from myself. She had me literally by the balls,
as she replaced her knee with her palm and increased the pressure until I
imagined my face looked like I just had an appendage slammed in a door jam. It
got to a point where I didn't know whether it was the actual pain, or the fact
that it was Aeryn who was doing this to me, but right before I felt like
passing out, something snapped deep inside my brain. Something also must have
changed in my eyes because a microt later she let me go, and I dropped to my
knees. A mix of emotions ran through my head as I tried to get my bearings
back. I felt her arms around me, hugging me to her chest, and now she was the
one saying sorry.
Aeryn was like a magic elixir. No other woman could have brought
me back from the brink quite like that. It was all I could do, grasp her face
in my hands and plant one on her. The kiss was intense like the storm outside
the walls of our beat up shelter. Electricity ran in the air and through my
body. My pain was almost forgotten, and in a sudden move I was up on my feet,
carrying her to the first flat surface that wasn't the floor.
I could feel the rise start again and for a moment my thoughts
drifted back to fists connecting with bone, but this time all I wanted and
needed to do was to concentrate on the woman before me. I was struggling to
unfasten the clasp on her leathers when her lips unlocked from mine long enough
to utter, “Wait …” I was panting like a dog in the heat as I
leaned onto the cold stone surface of the sink counter. Maybe she really was
trying to kill me.
I stumbled backwards when she grabbed a fistful of my jacket and
steered me over to the wall. Maybe I should’ve taken that thing off. My
heart pumped up again, the extra blood heading due south. I didn't resist. I
was letting her lead me all the way home and if I died on the way there, I
couldn't think of a better method of checking out.
I stood motionless. Her one hand was placed firmly on my chest
while the other was busy trying to unfasten my gun belt and the top of my
pants. We’d done this plenty of times, but for some reason this felt like
an all new experience and I got a little anxious thinking about her pulling my
pants down. Though in a way, I couldn’t wait until she did because that
damn leather left no room to grow. I was treading the line between pleasure and
pain, a little uncertain if envisioning grandma naked was enough to keep me
from blowing my wad in the confines of my leathers. Then I saw Aeryn drop to
her knees.
I was definitely losing control and tried to focus on anything
to keep the tidal wave at bay. Of all things to pop into my head, I thought
about the first time I met Aeryn, and I realized that was the first time that
fighting ever turned me on. Every kick and punch was like a strange erotic
experience. 'Course, I was practically a virgin in her hands back then.
Confused and out of breath, knocked on my can by what appeared to be the most
beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on. When she pinned me to the floor I
remembered praying to all that was holy that I would survive long enough for
her to kick my ass again.
Her cold hands under my shirt snapped me from reverie and sent
my muscles into a quivering spasm. I was failing calculus all over again,
trying in vain to work out difficult problems in my head as another
distraction. None of my tried and true methods of holding back were doing me a
lick of good. I was on fire, and Aeryn was like rocket fuel. I really started
to sweat when I felt her fingers travel along my hips then work into the
constricting leather of my pants. Her touch sent me through the roof. I
couldn't look down and risk catching the moment when her lips would hit their
target.
For a second, the air was cool against my newly exposed flesh.
My eyes were still closed, but shot open when I felt the temperature change.
She didn’t start out slow, but was working me like a well oiled pump, and
the moist friction became the only thing I could focus on. I was losing my
footing fast, caught up in the surging of over-stimulated nerve endings. Unable
to utter more than, “Uhhhh fuck!", I
frantically grabbed her hand, squeezing hard in an attempt to delay the
internal clamp down that’d happen right before I lost it. I leaned over
and held my breath, waiting out those critical seconds with what I was sure was
the lamest face I'd made since I tasted fried dentic.
"Are you going to make it, John?"
I couldn't tell whether she was serious or sarcastic, until she
shot me a crooked grin. Frell. I let her hand go and
leaned back up against the wall, a little embarrassed with myself for not being
able to handle ten seconds of a blow job. I pitifully asked her if she could
slow it down a bit.
Then again, who was I trying to kid? I didn't trust myself to
hold out against her, slow or fast. She probably could’ve just stood
there staring at me and that would’ve been enough to push me past the
point of no return. Also, I didn’t quite trust myself to fully let go, to
risk slipping back into that dark place my sex life had been hiding. But, after
six cycles with someone they start to read your mind. This is what she said to
me: "John, I'm not going to let you go back. I want you to frell me up against
this wall, and I don't care if it lasts 30 microts or the next arn, we're going
to come together and you're not going to need to bash anyone's brains in to do
it."
That's my girl.
There’s something to be said for a woman that tells you to
fuck her, and don’t stop. Every man’s fantasy come true … and
then some. In a small way, I wish it were still only a fantasy. That I was
still sitting on my ass daydreaming about successful tests and kidding DK about
that stupid ass earring that he insisted made him look cool.
But then I wouldn’t have this walking, talking wet dream
in front of me, standing half naked in a rundown building in the middle of a
storm on a planet I didn’t even know the name of. I wouldn’t be
able to feel her tight ass under my hand as I squeeze too hard, lifting her up,
her legs hooking over my shoulders while we slam
against the wall.
My imagination ain’t that damn good.
I licked and sucked on her clit, driving my tongue in deeper,
her legs tightening around the back of my head. I couldn’t hear her
moans, but I could feel them vibrate through her as she screamed to rival the
wind outside our door.
I knew she was close, and despite Aeryn’s earlier
imitation of sucking a bowling ball through my dick, I wasn’t too damn
far away myself. But I wanted to be inside her for that performance.
I was about to explode in more ways than one as I lowered her
down and slid into her. I couldn’t read the expression on her face in the
dim light, but I didn’t need to. I know what she looks like now. I could
feel it wherever my fingers touched her skin. She wanted this as badly as I
needed it.
Fingers pulled my hair as I shoved myself harder and harder into
her. Part of me wanted to ease up, afraid I might hurt her. The other part gave
up all reason and sought headquarters in the head of my dick while it swam
through her pussy juices.
It felt like a fucking train wreck, like my spine was getting
sucked through my body. I could feel Aeryn clenching around me trying to drive
me home. Her hands grasped tightly around my shoulders, pulling herself up away
from the wall. I leaned in further, no longer able to tell where she began or I
ended. I felt the sharp sting of her teeth as she bit into my shoulder, the
pain causing my heart and my hips to beat in time as I thrust harder.
There’s no way to hold back much longer, and somewhere in
the back of my mind Aeryn’s voice whispered to let go. And I did, and I
would swear to everything that is holy that I disappeared. Aeryn disappeared.
All there was, was that moment. Blood
rushing. Bodies merged into something that never existed before in the
universe. Our screams locked beneath our lips as they crushed together.
We sank to the floor, limbless, thoughtless, ignoring the dirt
and the wind that screamed through the broken slats of the walls, to dry the
sweat from our bodies. There were a lot of things that I still had to work out
in my head. I don’t know if it’s completely fixed. I seriously
doubt that one good fuck’s enough to make my troubles go away.
The idea of cracking skulls still has it’s
pull, but not as strongly as it did a few arns ago. I have a lot of baggage, and
sometimes…sometimes it feels so much better to fuck someone up before its done to me. It’s enough knowing that Aeryn had
pointed me in the right direction, lighting the way across the cris-crossing paths that scarred my heart, to show me the
way back home. To her.
Originally posted on July 25, 2004