valarltd | The Kink-cliche fic challenge

So I drew the "Aliens make them have sex" cliche for the NC-17 challenge.
SW fandom, Han/Luke pairing. Silliness. includes first time, rimming and bondage.

All in the Name of Science
2005 Angel

“This is not going well.” Luke’s voice was half-muffled by Han’s armpit.

Han looked down from where he was trying to pick the lock of Luke’s shackles. “Kid, you are a master of understatement.”

“I wish I was a master of the Force. We’d be out of here. I can’t feel my thumbs.” He flexed his hands, jarring Han’s precarious touch on the tumblers.

“Just quit squirming. Chewie and me, we’ve done dozens of jailbreaks.” He wasn’t about to admit to the kid that he’d never been chained in quite so interesting of a position, or that he didn’t usually try to pick locks with various parts of his anatomy sending different signals.

They had been on a routine trade mission, food and medical supplies for the Alliance, before it all went to hell. The Falcon had been loaded with the supplies, and Chewbacca had decided to stay in. Han decided it would be a good time to have a real meal instead of whatever the synth felt like dispensing or a rebel nutribar.

But for a Corellian, dinner is never just a sandwich on the go. He insisted on a drink before, then food, until Luke began to feel uncomfortably like the evening’s date. After the second bar, Luke had wanted top go back to the ship, but Han insisted on one more.

They had awoken with roaring headaches, manacled to the same chain, facing each other. Luke found himself eyeball to collarbone with his taller friend. Things had only gotten less pleasant when Han had started trying to pick the locks on the cuffs.

“Desist your activity at once, human.” The order was given through a metallic voice box, translating their captors’ words into Basic. A sharp jab of a stunprod set at low added weight to the command. The jolt translated from Han’s body to Luke’s and left them both twitching.

“We are not meaning to be harming you, humans. We are being curious. We are being scientists of our world. You will please to be showing us how dual-sexed creatures are being mating.” The alien was totally obscured by its envirosuit.

“We’re of the same sex,” Luke protested.

“Assuredly not, human female. You are being significantly smaller than the mate that is yours. He is being significantly more pelted.”

“I am not female. I’m a male!” Luke insisted.

“We are knowing what our readings are to be saying. You are a female. You and your mate will to be showing us how a coupling is being accomplished among a species with only two sexes.”

“So, all I have to do is mate with Luke here, and you’ll let us go?”

“To be understanding you are.” The manacles detached from the chain. “This is to be controlling you. We will to be freeing you after the mating is accomplished. You will be beginning now.”

Luke shook the feeling back into his hands, and looked at his friend. Han looked far too amused. “Oh, no.”

“Oh no, what, darlin’? Come here.” Han pulled him close, restraining any of Luke’s struggles, and whispered under the guise of nuzzling his ear. “Look, kid, let’s just do this and get outta here. I’ll make it good for you. Come on, the rebels need their supplies.” That did it. Appealing to Luke’s sense of duty always worked.

Luke relaxed into Han’s body. At least he had some idea what to expect. He’d fooled around enough with Biggs and the guys on Tatooine, and the other pilots after lights-out. But this was farther than he’d gone, farther than he’d ever planned to go.

The aliens in their suits scurried around, setting up lights and making sure recording devices were on. A large bed they hadn’t noticed in the dark was illuminated.

“A bed. Go.” The lead scientist’s voice was curt.

“We need oil or lotion. Some sort of lubricant,” Han said.

“Nonsense. Human females are to be self-lubricating. We are not stupid, human.” A jolt went through Luke’s manacles, sending him stumbling against Han.

Han pulled Luke in a little closer. “Looks like it’s spit, kid. We’ll do our best.”

Slowly, thinking only of the supplies on the Falcon, of the pilot in sickbay awaiting the meds they’d procured, of the tech burned in a greasefire who needed the synthflash, Luke stripped out of his clothes. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Han, who was similarly naked.

Seeming to ignore the lights, recorders and note-taking scientists, Han stretched out on the bed and started stroking himself. He paused to tip a wink at Luke and returned his attention to his cock.

Luke lay down beside him. He reached a slow hand over and replaced Han’s with his own. Not bad. Nicely shaped, a good size, warm and pleasant to touch. No, he didn’t mind this at all.

One of Han’s arms went under his neck and pulled him in closer for a kiss. Just a light peck, as if Han wasn’t sure Luke would want it. Luke kissed him back more enthusiastically. He could do this. And Han was a good kisser.
They lay together, stroking, and kissing, Han whispering the occasional reassurance to Luke that it wouldn’t hurt.

“Is all mating to be taking so long?” The scientist was getting twitchy.

“Hey, if you had a female in here it could take a lot longer,” Han shot back.

“We did acquire a female for you. We were to be watching you: you bought drinks, dinner, more drinks. Female wished to be leaving, you did not. Mating now please.”

“Down you go, kid. You’re going to have to get me really wet. Scoot around so I can loosen you up.”

“Han, I—“ Han cut him off with a kiss.

“I know you’ve never. You’ve been shaking since you crawled in. You have gone down on a guy, though?”

“Yeah, once. You aren’t going to shoot are you? That tasted awful.”

“Don’t worry. I have great control. Just trust me, Luke.”

His name. Han was dead serious to be calling him by name instead of kid, boy or anything else. He gave in. He let Han guide him around and wrapped his mouth around Han’s cock without thinking too much more. It was easier if he didn’t think.

Han spared a kiss for Luke’s only half-awake cock, and then concentrated his attention on loosening things up. He hadn’t ever taken a virgin to the best of his knowledge. But he knew doing it dry would be no favor to either of them. It had been a while since he’d done the Black Kiss of Karamanthi, but he hadn’t lost his touch.

Luke writhed under the gentle wet pressure of Han’s tongue as it opened him. He concentrated on the task at hand, but his mouth had gone suddenly dry and all he wanted to do was beg for more of the delicious melting sensation his friend was causing.

One well-wetted finger replaced the tongue for a moment, then it was back, licking and helping him adjust to the invasion. He kept on licking the cock in his mouth. This was better than anything he’d done before. Scary, but better. He trusted Han, and when a second finger helped spread him wider, he just moaned.

Once he swallowed the saliva was back in his mouth and he concentrated getting Han very wet. If his cock felt as good as his fingers, this was nothing to be scared of at all.

“You ready?”

Luke nodded, giving an extra flick of spit to the head before pulling away.

“Hands and knees, darlin’. Let’s make it a good show.”

Luke rolled himself onto his stomach and pushed up, feeling the solid warmth of Han behind him. He winced at the beginning of penetration, but only for a moment. Then Han was in and it didn’t hurt at all.

“Easy, baby, just relax and let me do the work.” The voice from behind him was reassuring, and sensual. Luke relaxed, dropping his chest to the bed, and resting his head on folded arms.

The kid was comfortable, and damn, but he was a good fuck. Han wasn’t sure how long he could hold out against the onslaught of tight heat around him and sexy moans below him. He was babbling, he always did, about how hot and tight and good Luke was, how sexy and gorgeous. And Luke was rocking in time with him, making it even better. There was nothing for it then, but to come, spilling hard and deep.

Luke felt Han clutch his hips a little harder and pull him in tight. He could feel the pulsations inside him, and hear the harsh rasps that had replaced the endless stream of flattery.

“Gratitude much, humans. Pity the female was not to be orgasming. Dress please and go. You have benefited many generations of scientists. A gratuity to be collecting as you leave.”

They struggled into their clothes, took the pouches without comment and headed out the open door into early morning sunshine. They made their way to the spaceport in silence.

*So you have returned. I suspect you got the cub drunk and took advantage of him?*

“No Chewie. I’ll explain everything. Let’s just lift.”

Luke sank into the navigator’s chair behind the pilot’s. He ran the jump calculations for them, as he often did. Once in hyperspace, Han explained their adventure.

Luke opened a pouch, and his eyes got wide. “Han, there’s money in here. A lot of it. The Alliance can use it.”

“Good. Give ‘em my share too. Seems the least I can do for them letting me have you for this trip.”

*Hahnko. You have done badly by the cub. I raised you not to be so selfish.* Chewbacca was still unhappy.

“What’d he say?” Luke asked.

“He says it’s your turn to be on top, junior.”