Oh you people. You're love keeps me so fresh and young. ^,^ Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, but it is especially difficult to write porn when people keep walking by and going "OH HAI THERE, WHATCHA DOIN???" But I digress. Well, here we are at the final chapter in our story. However, before you murder/maim me in the face, let me tell you this: I am already working on another fic. And, yes, of course it shall be Christopher and Wikus and their crazy shenanigans. I cannot get enough of them. Oh by the way, chapter seventeen had exactly 666 words in it. Spooky, yes? Count them if you do not believe me. I was probably influenced by the gods of All Hallows Eve. Or I just drank too many pudding cups. (yes, DRANK. You can totally drink those things. Spoons are not necessary) Or I am just too lazy to bother writing more. (It is probably that last one) I just want to thank you ALL for your encouraging reviews and your lack of hating me! Thanks for keeping me on my toes vis-à-vis detail and updates and such! And, yes, I realize that the general consensus is that prawns are hermaphrodites, but I took a little of the substance called creative liberty and it went to my head. I look forward to writing more for your perusal! I just want to hug all of you!!! Really, every single one of you. (And I offer special comforting hugs to Murder Junkie. Self-realization is hard!) I would thank each and every person specifically but this opening is long enough as it is and that would take about three pages, so I shall stop rambling and add one more time: I love you ALL! Please keep reading and reviewing!

And now… (drumroll, please, ZombieSmasher!) Ladies and gents, I present you with your PRAWN PR0N!!!!! Watch out, the beginning is sappy and romantic!!!

Oh and for those of you who wondered, Edward was named for B) Edward Blake, Alan Moore's Comedian character. (Hence my character's last name)

Christopher froze in utter amazement as Wikus' lips parted and his warm human tongue brushed the tendrils of the Poleepkwa's mouth. Unsure if this was really happening, and temporarily incapable of brain function, he responded by tentatively uncurling one labrum and stroking the human's bottom lip. Wikus reacted enthusiastically, pressing forward and tilting his head to get a better angle as he drew the tendril into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Christopher's eyes rolled back at the sensation and his maxillae reached out to brush a soft, stubbled cheek. He wondered vaguely if Wikus understood the significance of this gesture; in Poleepkwa culture when two beings joined mouths it was a sign of deep devotion and affection, almost but not quite as powerful as stroking a partner's antenna-- Just then Wikus' hands slid up and back, finding the longer antennae and running his fingers down them. Christopher let out a shocked, rattling moan-sound and grabbed at the human's shoulders, his knees weakening with the intense pleasure. Before those teasing, mismatched hands could torture him further, the stunned prawn pulled away, staring at Wikus with wide eyes as his shoulders heaved.

"Was – I'm—did you—was that –" he was unable to form a coherent question, but Wikus still managed to answer.

"You're not good at taking a hint, you know that?" The human chuckled, leaned in again despite Christopher's grip on his upper arms. "Chris… I. Love. You. I want you. What else can I say to convince you?"

Christopher's brain, which had seemed to cease functioning the moment their mouths had met, suddenly kicked into overdrive.

This must be a dream. I must've hit my head; maybe Wikus got angry and knocked me out and I'm lying on the floor hallucinating or maybe one of the soldiers or Nigerians or Edward killed me and this is some sort of amazing afterlife or maybe—

Maybe…

…maybe it's…

Real.

"Wikus?" He managed aloud.

"Mm-hmm…" The hybrid had begun nuzzling the soft skin of the Poleepkwa's throat. Christopher thrummed as Wikus' hands once again found his antennae and began to stroke and tweak them.

"Is – is – uhhhhn—oh – is this – ah—real?" he gasped through a fog of bliss.

Wikus laughed against the prawn's neck, earning a shudder. "Does it feel real?"

"Yes – no – I'm not s-sure," Christopher's hands moved to the human's sides and grabbed fistfuls of shirt. "It f-feels like… a very, very realistic dream. An impossible -- oh fuck-- perfect one."

Another chortle. "Well," Wikus mouthed one of the hard plates where the creature's neck and shoulders met, "I, for one, am absolutely fucking sure that this isn't a dream. Trust me, I have experience with this. Plus, you aren't speaking English."

"Wh-what?" Christopher was confused. "What does that have to do wi-" before he could further question the odd statement he was pushed back and down until he landed on the mattress. Wikus crawled predatorily over his prize.

"Now, let's see if I can't prove just how much this isn't a dream, eh?"

Christopher moaned in anticipation.

Grinning ear to ear, the hybrid brought his hands to the brim of the alien's trousers and tugged them down in one swift movement, tossing them on the floor behind them. After a moment of frustrated tape-peeling, the vest joined the pants. Christopher's hands came up timidly and began to reverently unwrap the human, undoing each button with trembling fingers. Wikus dipped his head to let the prawn slide his shirt off, then took advantage of his position to trail a line of soft nips and kisses down Christopher's exposed abdomen. The secondary arms reached out to run through his hair.

Christopher grunted in annoyance at being unable to access Wikus' trousers. He growled and pushed the human up into sitting position between the Poleepkwa's legs. Leaning in, Christopher began to work at the button and zipper with his secondary limbs, using his full-sized arms to gently explore the transforming body before him.

Wikus groaned as the prawn tilted his head and ran curious mouthparts over one of his nipples. He gasped when his pants were suddenly ripped away. (He'd given up on underwear a while ago) Christopher lowered his head slowly, still tasting and sucking at various sensitive spots on the human as he made his way south.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck," Wikus wrapped his arms around the prawn's shoulders, shaking helplessly as two pairs of impossibly agile hands stroked, teased, touched and that—"oh, yes, oh, fuck, Chris!"—mouth, that fucking mouth broke him into a thousand pieces, pausing to caress a jutting hipbone before it reached – "Oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhh fuuuuck, Christopher!"

Christopher twined his slick, soft tendrils around Wikus' erection and nuzzled gently, his forehead butting against the human's belly. He ran one labrum down the vein on Wikus' hard length, curling it around the hybrid's testicles. Wikus was nearly sobbing with the excruciating ecstasy. He tried to warn Christopher that he wouldn't last much longer, but he couldn't form words that made any sense. He fumbled with his prawn hand, tried to pull Christopher's head away, but ended up grasping one of the alien's antennae and firmly rubbing down its smooth surface as he attempted to get a grip. This, of course, made Christopher scream with pleasure, a sound that vibrated down Wikus' cock and shot up his spine as the prawn suckled even harder.

"Ch-Christopher – ohh – ahhh!!" Wikus managed to howl as he came into the Poleepkwa's mouth. For a long, suspended moment, he hung in the air, every muscle taut, before he collapsed bonelessly to the ground, half on the mattress and half on the floor and not caring at all.

Christopher gathered up his limp form tenderly and dragged him fully onto the bed, briefly recalling when the human had passed out and the Poleepkwa'd had to drag him to the trapdoor. He laid Wikus out on the mattress and settled next to him, giving him time to recover.

Wikus panted for a few minutes before glancing over at his friend. "That… was… fucking… amazing."

"I'm glad." The prawn's clicks were tinged with amusement and warmth.

Wikus rolled over and lay half on top of the alien, snuggling against him and planting lazy kisses down his neck.

"I-" kiss "love you-" kiss "Christopher."

"I love you too, Wikus," the Poleepkwa replied shyly. "I—I didn't want to tell you… I thought you would…" He looked away. "I thought you would hate me."

Wikus banished the idea from prawn's mind by squirming even closer and clasping Christopher's miniature arms with his own single one. Suddenly he looked down in surprise.

"Hang on," he looked back up at Christopher, brow furrowed. "You're still--"

Christopher blinked and rattled his maxillae. "Yes."

"You didn't-? Why didn't you say something?" Wikus sat back and stared at the prawn's still-prominent organ.

"I-I was giving you time to recuperate. I'm not sure how far along your transformation is in that department, but our stamina is generally more uhh…" Christopher's eyelids fluttered as his lecture was cut off by a warm human hand wrapped around his erection.

Wikus laughed quietly and slid his right hand down slowly, drawing a long, clattered moan out of the alien. He used his other hand to rub gently at the shorter antennae, making Christopher tremble with over-sensitized pleasure. The human glanced down all of a sudden and realized that he'd become stiff again just from watching the prawn's reactions.

"Holy – that was fuckin' fast!"

"What?" Christopher looked around dazedly, displeased that the stroking had stopped.

"I'm fucking hard again!"

"Good."

"Wha-" Wikus looked up to see the Poleepkwa lay back and spread his legs- those legs that could kick a man so hard his spine broke- offering himself trustingly to the human. Wikus felt his arousal throb approvingly at the sight. He leaned in eagerly and traced an exploratory finger along the inside of one leg, making Christopher shiver.

"Please- Wikus…"

Wikus held out his left hand, still running the right teasingly across the prawn's torso and legs. Christopher sucked at the offered fingers with his labrum, coating them in a dark, slippery chemical. The human stifled a groan at the touch of that mouth, the tactile memory of it on his most sensitive parts still fresh in his mind. Tense with nearly-giddy anticipation, he lowered his hand and located Christopher's cloaca, sliding one thick finger halfway in before pausing briefly and looking into Christopher's eyes hesitantly.

"Is this- I mean, am I, y'know, doing it right?"

Christopher nodded feverishly, his vision going hazy, and added, "Y-you'll need to bite me—on- on the neck… draw blood…"

"Why?"

"Establish—dominance— why did you --have to pick-- right now to ask --questions?!" The Poleepkwa began to thrust desperately against the single digit, grinding down on it in earnest. Wikus gave up on talking and worked a second finger in, watching the emotions flit across Christopher's face as the prawn clicked and gasped the human's name over and over until it became almost a chant, a prayer.

"Wikus, Wikus, ohh more, ahh, please, Wikus, uhhhnn – "

Wikus couldn't take it anymore; he pulled his hand away, causing the Poleepkwa to whimper, and positioned himself at Christopher's entrance. His eyes rolled back in his skull as he pushed in, sheathing himself so deep that their hips slammed against one another. Christopher wailed, vocalizing their mutual ecstasy. Instinctively, his legs locked behind Wikus and pulled him impossibly closer. The human slid out halfway before ramming back in, shouting every expletive that came to mind along with tender murmurs and, repeatedly, Christopher's name.

The Poleepkwa grabbed Wikus' shoulders and sat half up from the bed, rocking to meet each thrust. Wikus rolled his hips and keened in utter bliss. On a whim, he craned his neck and brought his mouth to Christopher's antennae. With a lust-fueled smirk, he dragged his tongue down one.

Christopher's eyes shot wide open and he squirmed helplessly against the tide of exquisitely agonizing pleasure. His feet scrabbled against the floor and his hands dug into Wikus' back. The human returned the favor by delivering a sharp bite to the prawn's muscular throat, licking at the blood that welled up before he returned to the antennae. The bite would have been painful, as would the scratches along the human's back, had they not both been equally lost in the overwhelming sensations of their act. One more swipe of hot tongue on his nerve-filled antenna and Christopher screamed as he came. Wikus quickly grabbed the prawn's member and pumped it with his human hand, stroking Christopher through orgasm. Muscles tightened and seized and Wikus cried out, filling the Poleepkwa with his cum.

Christopher fell back onto the mattress, his throat slits undulating as he fought to catch his breath. Wikus wiped the prawn's green-black seed onto his torn shirt and pulled out, sending a little tremor through his mate. With an exhausted sigh, he lay down and tugged a sheet over their naked bodies. He leaned up and kissed Christopher again, tongue and tendril and lips and labrum. He pulled away finally and looked into the Poleepkwa's amber eyes.

"Chris, I… wh-when you go home, to get help—how long do you think you'll be gone?"

Christopher looked away, mandibles clicking quietly. "I… I would guess… three… years." He spoke hesitantly.

Wikus didn't seem angry, surprisingly, just thoughtful. He bit his lip and waited for Christopher to meet his eye again before saying, "When you go, then, I wanna come with you."

The Poleepkwa blinked, and then his eyes lifted in a smile.

"Good. I'd hate to have to drag you against your will," he responded half-jokingly.

Wikus grinned and settled down, head on Christopher's shoulder. Before long they were both sound asleep. A little while later, Oliver wandered in, still half-asleep, and snuggled on top of the sheet between them to dream of what it would be like to explore his home planet with his new daddy. All three slept without fear for the first time in twenty years, and in the morning Wikus showed Oliver how to make an origami crane out of spare foil ("Fuck!" squealed the little prawn) and Christopher planned their raid on the lab at MNU despite several distractions (Wikus sneaking up behind him and rubbing his antennae being one of said distractions, which led to several hours of distraction) and it was a surprisingly peaceful day in District 9…