Big Book of Xephna One Shots

Arrows In A Storm (N)

TW: Smutty and very NSFW

"Yes!" Lalna shouted, punching the air in excitement as the sorting machine whirred back into life, finally doing what it was built for. He waited impatiently by it to make sure it didn't blow up before he started a new project. After roughly a minute of nothing more exciting than a working machine, Lalna left it to its business and proceeded to the door, readying his jet pack and thinking about what to do next. Reaching the door, he grasped the handle and pulled it open.

He was greeted by a face full of heavy rain and the blackness of a stormy night sky. Lalna had gotten caught up in a project and had, yet again, lost track of time as well as his surroundings. He moved to push the door shut against the howling wind, but not before a scream of agony pierced through the gale. Lalna froze, still leaning against the door. He knew that voice: Xephos was in trouble! Another pained screech goaded Lalna into action, and he hurled himself into the storm-darkened courtyard.

In the few moments it took him to bolt from the doorway to the slight shelter of the gate, Lalna had been swayed violently by the wind, and completely drenched. He pulled the goggles ever present on forehead down over his blue-grey eyes and punched the 'open' code into the machine that controlled the gate. Lalna stumbled out into the blackness, the wind threatening every second to knock him to the ground now that the high stone walls of his castle no longer shielding him from the storms wrath. His goggle covered eyes scanned the rain drenched landscape for the faint blue glow that always emanated from his alien...friend.

Friend, he only thinks of you as a friend, you're his friend; Lalna repeated, trying to convince himself. The spaceman did not know of his affection, and Lalna did not plan to tell him, terrified at the thought of being rejected. But now was not the time for that. "Xeph! Xephos, where are you!" Lalna yelled into the storm, the howling wind all but drowning out his words. "L-Lalna-" "I'm coming Xephos!" Lalna struggled through the buckets of rainwater towards the weak cry for help. He's weak and alone, whispered a nasty voice in the back of Lalna's head as Xephos' glow came in to view not five blocks in front of him: All you have to do is bring him home, and then- Reaching the spaceman, Lalna shook his blond haired head to clear it of that voice before it went to far.

Xephos had been knocked to the ground, blue blood flowing from a deep arrow wound in his lower abdomen, another arrow sticking out of a spot just below his shoulder, though that wound was less severe. The rainwater was merging with Xephos' otherworldly blood, creating great glowing puddles. Lalna's scientist brain kicked in, and he lost himself for a minute in contemplation. How did the bloods glowing quality spread like that? Could that quality be put into other objects? Could-A gasp of pain from Xephos brought Lalna back to the storm at hand.

"I'm taking you back to my castle!" Lalna shouted over a clap of thunder that caused Xephos to jump in fright, his pointed ears flattening against his skull like a cat. Lalna pulled Xephos to his feet, putting the spaceman's arm around his shoulder and using all his strength to keep the wind from knocking them both to the ground. Lalna could almost see that disgusting voice smirking in victory, but he ignored that mental picture and focused all his energy on getting Xephos inside and out of the darkness he feared so much.

Xephos had not been all that far from Lalna's castle, but it seemed to take forever for the pair to battle their way through the howling wind and blinding rain into the courtyard, Lalna supporting most of the taller alien's weight. At every clap of thunder, Xephos had jumped, clutching Lalna tighter and gazing fearfully into the blackness, glowing blue eyes screwed up against the rain. Lalna's insides summersaulted every time he did this, and he was relived as the walls of his castle loomed around him, though a huge part of him wished Xephos would hold him like that forever.