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Hunger	By : Kirke Category: G through L > Hitchhikers Guide Series Views: 2740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Title: Hunger
Pairing: Arthur/Zaphod
Word Count: 2,442 *lol*
Disclaimers: Sadly not mine, I’m not getting anything else than feedback for this.
Series: Part of the 'Infinity Minus One' universe
Rating: NC-17 (PPT– ‘pure porn with a twist’ :D)
Author's Notes: Answer to the zaphod_arthur body art challenge and also a part of fanfic100 (yup, one stone, two birds :P).

Arthur sighed frustrated and for the umpteenth time changed his position. As all the one hundred and twenty one positions before, this one as well turned out to be a failure, he just couldn’t get to sleep. He twisted and turned few times more, then, as it didn’t work out as well, rearranged his pillow heatedly, not caring anymore if he woke up Zaphod. He just knew that, somehow, his insomnia had to be the Betelgeusian’s fault.

He glanced at his lover, that slept undisturbed at his side and an annoyed scowl formed on his face. How dared he sleep so peacefully, not noticing Arthur’s restlessness. Really, so totally unemphatic of him, so very… Zaphod-like.

Finally, the Earthman had lied flatly on his back, arms folded on the covers and stared at the ceiling. Nothing seemed to be working to cure this unexpected sleeplessness, he had already tried warm milk and counting sheep, and of course, earlier that evening, Zaphod had provided him with the best nightcap in the history of human kind (and he wasn’t thinking about the alcohol).

To put it simply – despite all his efforts, Arthur Dent just couldn’t fall asleep.

His head once again turned into the direction of his (sound asleep) lover. For a second he considered waking the older man up and requesting another ‘nightcap’ but he decided against it. While he was sure that Zaphod would gladly comply, he just didn’t have a heart to wake him up just for that, he would simply have to try the warm milk again.

As he gathered himself to stand, a strange, almost elusive shape at the edge of his eyesight grabbed his attention and he turned his head, abruptly. There, right in the place where Zaphod’s left arm joined the shoulder, appeared a odd, shimmering, blue figure. He rubbed his eyes, convinced that this was just his sleep-deprived mind playing tricks on him but when he looked back, not only the shape seemed larger but also brighter.

If something like that had occurred few months ago (aside for the fact that few months ago he wouldn’t find himself in bed with Zaphod in the first place) he’d probably panic loud and long enough to wake up the whole ship plus the residents of the nearest planet but, since then, he’d learned a little about the hitchhiking stoicism from Ford and his curiosity got the better of him. He leaned slowly over the sleeping man and brought his face closer to the spot, to see it better. The ‘spot’ originated on Zaphod’s back and what Arthur previously took for a big but single point, turned out to be a part of a larger structure that actually ended on the alien’s shoulder. It remained Arthur of the embroideries one of his friend’s grandmother’s had been making when he was a little boy. Since she wasn’t the most sane person it the town, her needlework usually consisted of various portrayals of grass and looking now at the sharp ending of the long, half-an-inch wide blue line, he could help but drew out the resemblance.

Of course the grass was usually green, not blue and it didn’t glow in the dark. He prostrated his arm to shake Zaphod awake but before his hand could make a contact with the Betelgeusian, the sudden shift in the shapes’ radiance startled him. He watched, bedazzled, as the colours swirled inside the boundaries of the shape, changing from light blue to aquamarine and back again, shining gently in the darkness of the room.

Arthur licked his lips nervously. While the common sense demanded of him to stop acting like an idiot and just wake Zaphod up, the rest of his brain marvelled at the beauty of the mark. He wondered if the line went all the way down and where there more of those. Deciding that it wouldn’t harm anyone too much if he just took a peak, he lifted the covers and slid them gently down the blonde’s prone figure.

His breath caught in his throat and he stared, unable to avert his gaze. Almost every inch of Zaphod’s back was covered in more of these lines, all of them apparently deriving from the same spot right at the centre of the alien’s back. Arthur understood that his earlier comparison to grass was totally faulty. Now, as he had a whole image in front of him, only one thing he could think of matched the weird picture – wings.

The desire to wake Zaphod up left him completely and another one aroused in its place. He pressed the tips of his fingers gently to the heart of the structure, sensing a soothing warmness emanating from it and moved his hand down one of the ‘branches’ slowly, caressing the skin under it softly, finding a surprising pleasure in doing so. He reached the edge of the covers once more and making a quick decision, started to slide them off Zaphod, presenting to himself the perfectly shaped ass of his lover.

He sat back on his heels, realizing that the blue shapes and their beauty were nothing in comparison to the body they were highlighted on. His eyes roamed over the figure in front of him, not really noticing that the lines blurred away as suddenly as they had appeared earlier.

Arthur’s cock twitched and came to life, rising slightly, as its owner kept staring at this flawless body. He had never watched his lover so shamelessly and with only one thing on his mind.

The blame for this had been only his, Zaphod didn’t even know the meaning of the word ‘modesty’ (with a body like this, why should he) and many times practically displayed himself for Arthur’s pleasure, yet, every time the earthman had caught himself staring at the another man’s well-toned body, he would quickly avert his eyes, almost like he was being afraid of enjoying it. Perhaps that was the problem, the fact that Zaphod was indeed another man, after all, until the first time they kissed, he’d never even considered being attracted to a male, especially to an alien, egocentric and self-obsessed male on top of it all.

He felt the growing arousal, the images of various activities involving him and that particular body part flooding his mind. He wanted Zaphod, here and now, and suddenly realized that he had always wanted him. All those glances, touches, kisses, sex… at first he had blamed them on loneliness, later simply on the fact that Zaphod was persistent in his seduction and who was he to resist Zaphod Beeblebrox and after they became a couple he simply refused to think about it at all. Now it all was so clear, that he couldn’t understand how could he ever denied that he desired the alien from almost the very beginning.

Fighting a guilt that masturbating over a sleeping man was probably a bad idea, he wrapped his right hand around his already erected cock and began to make small, familiar movements. His heartbeat became faster and his whole body flushed with pleasure but even as he neared his completion, he knew that this wasn’t enough. He came silently, catching his sperm into one hand but even after his penis became flaccid, the deep desire for Zaphod stayed. He touched the man again, this time between his asscheeks and gently slid one lubbed finger inside, moving it gently.

Zaphod moaned and stirred in his sleep but didn’t wake up, which encouraged Arthur to add another finger. Once again the alien moved under the caress, his hips making small movements, trying to match the rhythm of the human’s stroking.

Arthur leaned over his lover and started to kiss and nibble that spot on Zaphod’s nape that he knew was particularly sensitive to touch. That had finally managed to awake the sleeping man and the alien rolled over, sighing when the earthman’s fingers slipped away.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” he asked with the eloquence that matched the circumstances.

Arthur swallowed nervously “I want you” he informed the blond shakingly, his desire clearly obvious in both his voice and eyes.

Zaphod grinned from ear to ear and with much stealth wrapped his legs around Arthur’s waist and brought the younger man closer to him. “Baby, I’m all yours” he purred happily. He had no idea what caused the earthman to get this horny at his hour but whatever it was, he didn’t plan to argue it.

Arthur groaned when his penis met Zaphod’s, the full force of this uncontrollable lust hitting him once more. His fingers slipped again into the Betelgeusian, drawing a low growl from the older man. He wiggled them for a minutes, observing with fascination how Zaphod’s body responded to him. Despite the fact that they’ve been lovers for over three months he’d never took the opportunity to watch him close during their intercourses, so he’d never noticed how absolutely magnificent the galactic president looked with his head thrown back on the pillow, arching his neck, begging soundlessly for more.

Unable to hold back any longer, he withdrew the fingers and, with few quick movements, spread the rest of his cum on his cock, put its tip at Zaphod’s tight opening and with one quick motion drove the penis inside. Zaphod moaned in pain but his legs clenched around Arthur’s waist even tighter, urging him to continue.

Arthur buried himself all the way in, the older man’s whimpering turning him on even more, if that was possible. He didn’t give Zaphod any time to adjust, he rocked his hips away and back again, setting up the motion that had became so familiar to him during the last few months.

All of Zaphod’s arms wrapped themselves around Arthur’s back, ensnaring him in the tangle of limbs but the earthman didn’t mind, he used the new found proximity to kiss Zaphod fervently, their tongues fighting for dominance. Usually, the skills mastered for decades allowed the galactic president to gain the upper hand but as he sensed the extraordinary desperation and hunger in the younger man’s activities he surrendered gladly, wondering where this strange bravado came from but definitely not complaining.

Arthur felt the shift in Zaphod’s conduct. It was so subtle that normally he’d undoubtedly miss it but for some reason, this slight change was as big to him, as if Zaphod screamed his submission. He stopped his assault on the older man’s mouth and moved lower, to nibble and bite his lover’s neck, not hard enough to break the skin but sufficient enough to leave clear red marks that, no doubt, wouldn’t fade away till the morning.

For the next few minutes the only sounds that could be heard in the room were Zaphod’s feverish moans, interrupted from time to time by the multilinguistic curses and Arthur’s ragged breaths. For the first time since he had started having sex with the blond, Arthur didn’t shut his eyes. The room was almost completely dark, the blue glow that emanated from the shapes completely gone now but for his oversexed senses, even the frail luminosity that simulated the nightlight was enough. He devoured Zaphod with his eyes, wanting to remember every detail, every movement and gesture, almost like it was their last time together.

As the both men approached their orgasms, Zaphod lifted one of his right hands from the small of the earthman’s back and tried to wrap it around his penis. Arthur noticed this movement and a wave of sudden aggression run through him. He grabbed the arm, angrily and pinned it down to the bed.

“You come from me fucking you or you don’t come at all” he informed the startled alien through clenched teeth, staring challengingly into his eyes. Zaphod’s cock twitched at the words, this single sentence coming from the usually tame and shy human nearly sending him over the edge. “Then fuck me, kid.” he managed to gasp out, yieldingly turning his gaze away.

Arthur growled fractiously at the moniker “Don’t call me like that!” he demanded “My name is Arthur and that’s how you’ll call me, understood?”

Zaphod bit his lower lip, hoping that whatever got into the human today wasn’t a one time event “Yes. Please. Fuck me, Arthur. Hard.”

The earthman didn’t have to be tell twice, he resumed his earlier pace, this time increasing his speed. He could feel his orgasm building up inevitably and, judging for the slick, hard organ that was poking his belly, so was Zaphod’s. Just few more movements and he was coming, hard, the contractions he felt around his spasming cock and wetness on his front a clear indication that the alien reached his completion as well.

Arthur emptied himself inside his lover, then collapsed atop of him, exhausted. Zaphod’s arms were still around him, when a rather persistent memory finally managed to make its way down the right synapses. He snapped his eyes open, petrified, suddenly remembering what lead him to this situation “Zaphod…” He breathed out but before he could finish his sentence, the older man’s soothing voice interrupted him “Sssssssshhhhh, babe, calm down and go to sleep. I’ll take care of everything.”

“No… you don’t understand…” Arthur fought hard to keep his consciousness. It would be just too easy to fall asleep now, in the arms of his lover but he had to tell him “On your back, the blue shapes, they glowed and…”

“Ah. That.” Zaphod couldn’t keep the disappointment from his voice, so much for the new, dominant, wild Arthur. He should have known that something like that was responsible for the young man’s actions, after all, people didn’t discover their inner sex beasts between meals. It was a pity, his brain had already shaped few rather interesting images of him bonded and gagged, and at Arthur’s complete mercy. “It’s perfectly natural.”

“It is?”

“Yes.” confirmed Zaphod, kissing his forehead “Now go to sleep, you deserve some rest, baby.”

Relieved, Arthur closed his eyes, the solemn resolution that tomorrow he’d have to find out what the hell it was all about the last thing on his mind.

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This is what The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has to say about The Betelgeusian Love Shapes. It is a well known fact that the residents of planet Betelgeuse are very sensitive to pheromones, especially those emitted by people, that spend a lot of time in their presence. Sometimes their own pheromones would respond and form the Shapes, encouraging the individual to claim the Betelgeuse man or woman as theirs. In the other words, if you see them, that means that you should feel obliged to bonk the Shape owner stupidly.
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