(#24) Encounters of the Sexy Kind

Prompt#: 24

Title: Encounters of the Sexy Kind
Word Count: 11.4k
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): smut and slightly weird alien anatomy
Summary: It isn’t that Chanyeol doesn’t believe in extraterrestrials, it’s just that this isn’t how he imagined meeting one.

Author’s Note: A million thank you stars to the lovely ladies who betaed this—E, L, and C. To the dear prompter, I tried to fit in all you requested! I hope everyone enjoys~





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The long road stretches dark and empty over the desert-like valley. The lights from Chanyeol’s truck illuminate only what is right in front of it, barely penetrating the thick darkness around. It’s the last stretch of empty road before he arrives at the curving, dusty off-roads that lead home.

It’s time.

The front windows lower at the press of a button. Quickly selecting a playlist from his phone, Chanyeol then shoves one finger over the plus sign on the volume button, cranking it all the way up.

Piano notes boom out of the speakers.

Chanyeol grins, feeling the music vibrate through the seat under him. Rihanna sings the first verse in time with the haunting melody. As she gears for the chorus, Chanyeol opens his mouth and sings along.

I hit a wall, I thought that I would hurt myself

Chanyeol thumps the wheel, raises his palm, and dramatically clenches his fingers into a fist as he continues to sing.

Oh I was sure, your words would leave me unconscious
And on the floor I'd be lying cold, lifeless

Gathering air in his lungs, Chanyeol roars the next line.

But I hit a wall, I hit 'em all, watch the fall

He undulates his right arm along with his body as he gets into the last part of the chorus. He’s totally feeling this shit.

You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer
You're just another brick and I'm a sledgehammer

Aww, yeah. Singing along to Sledgehammer at the top of his lungs, and his Star Trek Beyond Blu-Ray waiting at home. Tonight is gearing up to be just as epic as the rest of his day.

His little league rascals surprised everyone by winning the state championship, leaving parents scrambling to come up with ideas for a celebration party. So, Chanyeol had pulled out all the stops (aka his wallet) and treated them to a full day of partying at the waterpark. Tired didn’t even begin to describe the bone-deep heaviness in his body after twelve hours plus with a bunch of twelve-year-olds, but it’s nothing a full night of sleep can’t cure.

Starting tomorrow, his schedule will be free of games and practices, and for his first weekend of freedom Chanyeol plans to geek-out with a Trek movie marathon. Spaceships, uncharted galaxies, and ali—

A blinding light blasts across the sky accompanied by a loud boom. Chanyeol startles hard, swerving onto the cracked dirt and rocks on the side of the road. His truck protests the rough treatment, but handles it nonetheless. He stomps on the breaks and turns off the radio. The light disappears over mountains, its glow spreading across the horizon for a second or two before dissipating.

“Woah.” Meteorites are pretty common out here in the middle of nowhere. In fact, his friends constantly tease him about aliens living in his backyard, which he always laughs off. It isn’t that Chanyeol doesn’t believe in extraterrestrials—like, come on, the universe is too big to only hold one advanced species—but he has never seen anything weird in his backyard or the surrounding land.

This meteorite was bigger though, all that light and the roar of its descent. The morning news will no doubt have some coverage of the event and the crash. Maybe he’ll go take a peek at the site tomorrow, after his Trek marathon and pretend he’s Captain Kirk discovering a new planet.

With a hearty chuckle, he eases the truck back onto the empty road and drives.



Arriving home, Chanyeol parks his huge red pickup 150 on the driveway and smiles at the stack of packages waiting for him on the front porch of his two-story desert ranch home. The mailman hates coming all the way out here to deliver, so he often holds back packages and brings them in batches. Chanyeol doesn’t mind. It’s like Christmas every Friday.

Before hoarding the loot inside and clawing his way through them to find his movie, Chanyeol unloads his truck. Baekhyun, his co-captain, usually takes the baseball equipment back to his town loft at the end of the season. But he got a girlfriend recently and in an effort to appear tidier, he’d asked Chanyeol to store it. Chanyeol didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if his terminal single-ness would change any time soon, plus he has plenty of space.

He pulls the heavy sport bags off the cargo bed, and takes them out back to the barn-garage where they’ll stay until the next season starts. For now, he stacks them into a corner and makes a mental note to find a more permanent place for them later.

An odd noise comes from outside, making him pause. Running water? Did a pipe burst or was someone out there? Chanyeol frowns, grabs one of the baseball bats from the bags, and exits the garage. This far out in the badlands, it’s probably a wild animal making a mess, but Chanyeol isn’t one to take chances. It’s hard to see in the dark, so he moves closer to the house until the back porch light flares up. He curses as it blinds him momentarily.

A puddle of water extends across the yard. The faucet he installed beside the flowerbed at the foot of the back porch is half-way open and steadily pouring onto a figure lying among his well-tended flowers.

“What the hell?” The still night absorbs Chanyeol’s whispered words, and he swallows suddenly too aware of the remoteness of the area. Chanyeol raises his bat, cautious of the intruder springing up and attacking, and moves closer. “Hello? Um, excuse me? I know there’s no fence, but you are trespassing.”

No answer.

The puddle gets bigger. Chanyeol curses and moves to shut off the faucet. Up close, he gets a good look at the figure and something in his chest tightens. Golden skin, dark pink hair, a sleek bike-riding suit all in black that contours sinfully to every muscle and sharp angle. Chanyeol has seen gorgeous, handsome, cute, but this man is on a whole other level.

Thoroughly soaked, with droplets still dripping down his hair and onto his cheeks, looking all serene and ethereal, Chanyeol guesses the man is younger than him. Is this one of the punk young adults who like to ride across the desert at night? Where are his friends?

Chanyeol drops the bat and kneels, ignoring the water seeping into his jeans. “Can you hear me? Hello?” A steady, if too rapid, pulse pounds underneath his fingers when he presses them to the man’s neck. Skin is hot to the touch as well, too hot. Is he hurt? Sick? How did he get here?

Several hard shakes of his shoulders has the man’s eyes fluttering open. Chanyeol is mesmerized by the intense purple irises with a star pattern inside. Woah, amazing contacts. They look so real. With a shake of his head, Chanyeol focuses on the trespasser. “Hey, there. Are you hurt? What’s your name?”

The man ignores the questions and raises a hand, reaching out to the faucet, trying to open it again.

“Dude, no. You’re already soaked through.” Chanyeol grabs the man’s hand and holds it between his. Long, golden fingers clench hard around his own, and the man sits up.

“Easy, easy!” Chanyeol helps keep the man steady as he sways. His body feels like a tiny sun, burning up against Chanyeol. If this was any other situation, Chanyeol would be burning up too from having such a gorgeous man in his arms. But this is an emergency. “Are you sick? What do you need?”

Thick, soft-looking lips move but barely a sound comes forth. “-ah…ter.”

Chanyeol frowns, unsure. “Water? You want water?”

The man grips Chanyeol’s shirt. His face is too close now, starry eyes wide open, as if looking into Chanyeol’s very core. He nods once and then slumps fully onto Chanyeol, unconscious once again.

“Shit.” Regardless of the strangeness of the situation, the man is clearly in need of help. Chanyeol grabs onto him and slides an arm under the man’s legs, lifting him. “Let’s get you inside.”

After opening the house one-handed and stumbling in, he debates where to settle him. Soaked through as he is, the man will need a change of clothes, so Chanyeol takes him to the downstairs bathtub. The stranger let out a soft sigh when Chanyeol settles him in the tub, but otherwise doesn’t wake. His golden skin feels even hotter inside the cool bathroom. He’s really burning up, but there’s no way to give him some ibuprofen while he’s out. Then Chanyeol remembers how Grandma Park used to give him and his sister warm baths when they got feverish, so he plugs the tub and opens the faucet.

Star-filled, purple eyes snap open when the water reaches the man’s hips. He flails and slides down the tub. Chanyeol jumps to catch him, but the man pushes him away, quickly gathers water in his hands, and raises it to his lips.

“Woah! Don’t do that!” Chanyeol slaps the man’s hand away. “It’s filthy, see?”

The man blinks slowly and looks down at the water. It’s quickly turning brown with the dirt and dust that clung to his suit from the flowerbed. A small whimper goes out of him.

The heartbroken look the man gives Chanyeol at this is enough to have him stumbling to his feet. “I’ll get you some water, okay? Don’t drown.”

Chanyeol dashes out and fetches a full pitcher and a plastic cup from the kitchen. The man all but rips the cup from Chanyeol’s hands when he offers it, and drinks like someone who has just found an oasis after long months lost in the desert. Chanyeol tells him to slow down, but the pitcher is empty in a few minutes.

The man raises the empty cup.

“If you drink any more, you’ll get a belly ache.” Chanyeol puts his hand over the man’s forehead. The fever seems to have gone down. “Why don’t we get you into some dry clothes, okay?” He steps to the towel cabinet in the corner of the bathroom. “Then you can tell me all about what you were doing outside my home in the middle of the night.”

Chanyeol is pulling out all the towels, trying to find the huge, fluffy ones, when the sound of the showerhead spray makes him jump. He turns and comes to a full halt.

The man stands in the tub, head tilted back and mouth open to the showerhead and the steady rain falling from it. The strange suit covering his body dissolves under the rivulets of water right in front of Chanyeol’s eyes. The body revealed is covered in strange, black tattoo-like markings that run along his arms and legs, racing across his sculpted sides and down his slim muscled back.

A rush of heat spreads across Chanyeol’s face and neck the longer stares. It’s shameful how the front of his jeans suddenly get uncomfortable as his cock reacts to the perfection of the male specimen before him. Holy shit.

“Apologies for intruding in your home and using your resources like this,” the man says suddenly, wrenching Chanyeol’s attention. His voice is rich and thick like a good piece of melted chocolate that Chanyeol wants to bite or lick. “Dehydration led me to stumble here by accident. Thank you for your water.”

“No problem,” Chanyeol answers numbly, unable to tear his eyes off the man who continues showering uncaring of his audience. He’s about to do the gentlemanly thing and leave, when the man turns and gives him a full frontal view. Chanyeol’s brain doesn’t melt, it just kinda comes to a full halt as it tries to make sense of what he’s seeing.

Except for a darker tattoo line right down the middle, it’s all smooth and clean between the man’s legs.

The dude has no genitals.

“It’s an annoyance that we can’t stand your sun. I was lucky to fall during night, but the desert atmosphere was still a bit too much for me,” the man says, continuing the conversation as he tilts his head back, letting the water cascade over his head.

Chanyeol’s boner has completely deflated as his mental breakdown continues. “You f-fell?” he asks dumbly. Of all the things, that’s what his brain catches on while his eyes still ogle the impossibility of the dude’s dick-less front.

“My ship fell, yes.”

“Ship? Your sh—Oh. Oh.” The skin, the eyes, the weird marks, the strange suit, the odd accent, the lack of dick. Chanyeol gets it now. His friend’s voices echo one single word inside his skull.

Alien.

As if reading his mind, the guy, no, the alien smiles wide. “My name is Kai. Thank you for your assistance, human.”

The towels fall from Chanyeol’s hands and he falls right on top of them.


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Chanyeol clutches the couch’s single cushion, a Christmas gag gift Baekhyun gave him a few years ago. At the moment, it’s so not funny that the thing is shaped like an alien head, all green and with huge eyes. Fucking Baek.

“I was on vacation on my way to Mars to visit my friends Luhan and Yifan,” the alien pacing in his living room says, drawing full his attention.

Chanyeol runs a hand down his face and tries to breathe normally. An alien. There is an alien in his fucking living room, and he looks nothing like E.T. all wrinkly and gross. Instead, Kai is so handsome and ethereal that Chanyeol’s brain is fighting itself between freaking out and wanting to swoon.

“It’s very easy to get distracted by your beautiful planet. Unfortunately, while I was enthralled by it, I ran into a comet.” Kai’s smile is tiny and a little bit embarrassed, accompanied by a darker bronze blush on his cheeks.

Chanyeol holds back a groan, because he’s fucking distracted by the beautiful alien. After the shower and drinking alarming amounts of water, Kai’s skin glistens in tones of bronze and gold, his pink hair has deepened to a rich magenta, and his eyes hold galaxies full of sparkling stars—like, literal tiny sparkling dots in his purple irises.

Kai is not a creature from Earth. He is unknown and dangerous, but somehow those facts do nothing to lessen the strong pull of attraction. At least the spacesuit had regenerated after Kai dried up, giving Chanyeol back some control over his brain processes and his libido. Control that he has to use now to focus on the most surreal conversation ever.

“My starship bounced off it mostly unscathed, but the autopilot got damaged, and then gravity pulled me in. I ejected and…” Kai stops his story and frowns. “Are you following, human?”

Chanyeol shakes his head. This has to be a dream, right? He’d finally cracked and terminal singleness had conjured up a hot alien boy toy. But the cold water Kai had splashed on his face to wake him up after he passed out hadn’t woken him. Neither did the screaming (his own), or the fall downstairs (as he tried to escape), nor the self-slaps and hair-pulling he did before giving up and slumping onto the couch.

“Human?” Kai’s fingers brush against his cheek.

Fuck. Chanyeol jerks back. Everything was real. “C-Chanyeol.”

“What is a chan ion? Is it a new particle?” Kai draws back and tilts his head, the movement graceful and a little sexy. “I’m not that up to date with human technology advancements. Your species evolves so slowly, I prefer to read the Earth Digest every fifty years or so.”

Chanyeol’s groan ends in a sob. He ignores Kai’s explanation because it might break his brain if he thinks of the implications. Every fifty—How old is he? “Chanyeol is my name.”

“Strange.” Kai observes Chanyeol for a second too long, and then shrugs. “As I was saying, human, gravity pulled me in fast, but I ejected safely. Now, I require your help in moving my ship somewhere secure before any others discover it and call your authorities.”

A small ripping sound makes Chanyeol look down at his hands where he holds the alien cushion, the seams now torn on one side. Unclenching his fingers, he runs them through his hair, lightly pulling.

“Did you hear me? Other humans will come looking for me and that is a problem.”

The authorities will very much go looking for Kai once they discover the crashed ship and see tracks leading out from it. Alien hunters and fanatics will come from all over once the news breaks. And the damned trail will lead them straight to Chanyeol’s house.

“Oh my god.” Chanyeol stands in a rush. There’s no way he can deal with this on his own. He needs to talk to someone, anyone, but the risk of sounding like a lunatic has kept him from dialing. Still, maybe if he calls one of his friends? They’re always telling him an alien will crash land on his backyard, and here is one!

Chanyeol dives for the phone on the coffee table, unlocks the screen, but as he touches Sehun’s icon, the device suddenly disappears from his hand. Wait, what?

“I don’t think that is wise.” Kai’s voice has gone down an octave. Gone are the friendly lilt and strange alien accent.

Chanyeol gapes when he sees the phone Kai’s hands. “How did you…?”

Kai’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t smile. A heavy aura has gathered around him highlighting his otherworldliness. “High speed movement is like breathing to my species.”

Chanyeol breathing increases, his body catching up to the danger in the room. But underneath the fear is excitement. He is so fucked. A weight on his hand makes him look down to find his phone there again. “Shit.”

Kai rolls his purple eyes, and relaxes into charming and friendly once more. “Calm down, human, before you faint again. I didn’t mean to frighten you, but I’d prefer if you don’t call outsiders here. Think it through. Do you really want others knowing about me?”

Chanyeol hesitates. His friends weren’t exactly the best at keeping secrets, and one of this magnitude would inevitably get spilled. Revealing Kai would blow up a shit storm, one that Chanyeol would inevitably be caught up in. The only option available seems to be helping Kai rescue his ship so he can be on his way to…to Mars. Mars. “Fucking hell.”

Kai moves closer, looking down at Chanyeol. “Now that you’ve reached the inevitable conclusion, are you ready to find my ship?”

“You want to go now?” It’s just after midnight, and there is no way Chanyeol will willingly step into the desert with an alien on a hunt for a spaceship. Even one as distractingly attractive as Kai.

“The more we delay, the more time we give others to find it.”

Chanyeol groans. “That’s true but…Are you even okay to go out? You were unconscious on my flowers thirty minutes ago.”

“I’m fine, human. Now come. We must go—” Kai does the super speed again and appears at the door. He gasps and falls to his knees.

Chanyeol is off the sofa and at his side in a couple of strides. His heart has lodged somewhere in his throat, but the tightness eases somewhat when Kai clings to him, panting lightly. His golden skin is hot to the touch once more.

“Perhaps you are right,” Kai says. “I seem to have…overdone it.”

“You need more rest,” Chanyeol says. “And water?”

Kai nods, and then rests his head against Chanyeol’s shoulder.

A different tightness blooms in Chanyeol’s chest, one that’s full of pleasure and contentment at having a gorgeous man—alien—in his arms for the second time in one night. Chanyeol lifts him easily. “We can find your ship tomorrow.”



In the morning, Chanyeol wakes up and rubs his eyes. The weekend is here and he’s ready to settle down for a full day of Star Trek movies. But his morning wood demands attention first, so he rubs against the mattress to get things started as he thinks of the day ahead.

Chanyeol groans, feeling the warmth gather in his groin. It’s been a while since he’s had any time to himself what with baseball season and practices. Later, he’ll probably fire up the grill and cook up some home-made burgers, drink that apple-flavored beer his best bro had insisted he try. “Wonder what Sehun is up to?” he murmurs, the remnants of sleep making his tongue heavy. He probably shouldn’t be thinking of his BFF as he dry humps the bed.

“What is a Sehun?”

Chanyeol’s eyes fly open and he stops grinding, nerves firing up into high alert. He sits up in a tangle of sheets and finds a handsome pink-haired male standing beside his bed and peering down at him with such intensity Chanyeol’s dick twitches in interest. Until he remembers it’s Kai, the alien.

“Fuck!” Chanyeol jerks back and stumbles right off the bed.

“Are you all right, human?”

Peeking over the edge of the bed, Chanyeol finds the alien still standing there. Kai is looking better again, bronzed skin, magenta hair, and sparkly sparkly eyes. He’s donned an apron over his black space suit and is holding a breakfast tray with coffee and a plate of still-steaming pancakes. What the fuck?

“I have made breakfast,” Kai says, stumbling over the word with his weird alien pronunciation. “Your world information network, said these circular bread stuffs are typical morning food. Not very nutritious, but I must admit their taste is quite good.”

Chanyeol is way too fucking asleep for this shit. Boner now gone, he drags himself back onto the bed, shoves his head under a pillow and screams. How could he have forgotten the sinfully good looking alien residing in his house? The one that still needed help in finding his spaceship, but was now apparently playing house and cooking Chanyeol breakfast!

Once Chanyeol finishes freaking out, he emerges from under the pillow.

Kai is still there, looking gorgeous and perfect, holding up the cup of coffee. “Caffeine?”

Inhale and exhale, just inhale and exhale. Chanyeol accepts the cup and drinks half of it in one go, hoping it’s enough to wake him up to deal with…everything. “World information network…you mean, the internet?” he asks.

“Inter net. Yes. It’s a very subpar version of the one my kind uses. You can’t even communicate across your planetary system, much less the galaxy.” Kai settles the tray over Chanyeol’s lap. “It’s useful enough to answer inane queries like ‘what do humans eat for breakfast’ so I suppose it works.”

Chanyeol shakes his head and shoves the pancakes in his mouth one after the other, if only not to scream again.

Kai blinks at him. “Fascinating. Is this how all humans feed?”

“It’s how I feed…eat…dammit.”

“Is the meal acceptable?”

Chanyeol sets his fork down once finished, and glances up at the alien who is waiting expectantly for an answer. “The pancakes were great.”

A pleased grin spreads over Kai’s face. It makes him look younger and not at all threatening. “It’s payment for your services, human. Now, come, we must go in search of my ship.”

Chanyeol coughs, spitting some of his coffee. “Could I at least get a moment to breathe first?”

One second the alien is at his bedside, the next Kai is a single inch away from Chanyeol’s face. The stars in his purple eyes flash in a distressing pattern. “Every second we waste is a second your fellow humans will get closer to discovering me. We should leave. Now.”

Chanyeol swallows. It’s scary as fuck and yet hot as hell when Kai goes all intense alien. “Yeah, ok.”

Kai pulls back. “Excellent. I’ll wait downstairs.”

After the alien super-speed disappears from his room, Chanyeol jumps out of bed and hurries to the bathroom to take care of his cock, which had sprung at attention once more.


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Out in the desert, temperature rises at a steady pace as the sun creeps higher in the sky. Chanyeol has been following Kai’s directions, based on the pulses his suit emits. Apparently, it’s connected to the ship via fancy alien tech. They’ve been on the hunt for a full hour, yet even with the truck’s AC on high, the heat is filtering in. Kai hasn’t said anything, but his golden skin has started to look a bit faded and flushed.

Chanyeol glances at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine for a few more hours,” Kai says, but the way he backs further up on his seat, trying to stay away from the sunrays coming in through the windows, tells a different story.

Chanyeol reaches behind his seat and into the backpack he shoved there when they left. He takes out one of the water bottles and hands it over.

Kai downs it in one go.

“Better?”

“Yes, thank you, human.”

The relief in Kai’s words and the resulting smile makes Chanyeol flush. He bites his lip and keeps driving. Not long after, they come upon the crash site. It’s full of people—young, old, gawkers, officials. Chanyeol’s pulse goes into hyperdrive at the camouflage trucks parked in a line. The military only comes to one of these sites when they are sure something stranger than usual has landed. “How are we supposed to find a ship and move it with this kind of crowd?”

“My ship isn’t here,” Kai explains, and insists they continue driving past the crater.

Following instructions, Chanyeol moves on from the crowded site, and only stops once Kai taps the dash, urging him to stop. After parking by the side of a trail, they exit the truck into a scorching landscape. Chanyeol grabs the backpack, and two snapbacks, forces one over Kai’s head before allowing him to run off.

Chanyeol keeps a close eye on the alien, monitoring his condition and moving in close to offer water when needed. Kai always manages a smile for him, and no matter how stupid or irrational, it sets Chanyeol’s heart soaring every single time.

They find the ship close to noon, when the sun is beating down hard over their backs. Even with Chanyeol’s cap over his head, Kai is swaying on his feet, no doubt affected by the sun and heat. Chanyeol is about to offer him the last bottle of water, when the alien gasps and gains a burst of energy. Kai moves quickly up the trail to what appears to be another rock formation at first glance. Upon the alien’s touch, a ripple goes out and the shiny disk of a single-manned craft appears.

“It really looks like an UFO.” Chanyeol admires the thing from afar, wary of it. It’s smaller than his truck, but the roundness makes it wider.

Kai keeps his palm connected to the top, eyes closed. Chanyeol doesn’t doubt he’s somehow communicating with the ship through some alien tech mojo. Lines of light spark out from Kai’s palm and the disc rises to hover a few feet over the desert floor. It’s how they carry it back to the truck, and settle it onto the truck bed.

Chanyeol shakes his head. It looks absolutely ridiculous protruding sideways from the back. The effort of carrying it seems to have drained Kai, so he Chanyeol hates to ask. “You’re going to do that camouflage trick again, right?”

Sweat droplets dot Kai’s face, and he looks ready to keel over. Wordlessly, Chanyeol hands him the last water bottle. A smile isn’t granted this time, and Kai simply touches the ship to camouflage it. Chanyeol helps him up onto the truck and drives as fast as he can back home.

The UFO fits inside the garage. It’s a relief when Chanyeol finally closes the barn doors and rests his back against them. There’s still the risk of someone tracing Kai back here, but the alien only needed a few hours to fix his ship and be gone, right?

However, hours later—after hydrating and resting—Kai is staring at his ship with a critical eye and a displeased frown. “It sustained more damage than I thought,” he says. “Fixing it won’t be as easy, especially since I don’t have any replacement parts.”

Chanyeol scratches his head. “What does that mean? Are you stuck here?”

“Hardly. I’ll just have to make some parts by melting and mixing until I get the right elements to—”

“Yeah, okay, so you can fix it?” Chanyeol says, slightly exasperated. The crash made headline news and the story had gone viral online. Apparently, someone had captured a video where the shape of the UFO was clearly visible in the middle of the ball of light. Chanyeol didn’t know how long it would be until someone arrived at his place asking questions.

“I will require use of your tools, human,” Kai says.

Chanyeol grinds his teeth. The name human is starting to grate on his patience. “Take anything, just…fix it up and fly away before anyone comes and discovers all this.” He leaves the alien alone and goes back to the house to try and salvage his weekend. It’s too hot outside now to grill burgers, so he’ll have to settle for some pre-made oven pizzas. “Damned alien.”

The rest of the afternoon is uneventful. Chanyeol resists the urge to check on Kai, to ask if he needs more water or to remind him to rest. He’s not the alien’s caretaker. He’s not the alien’s anything, no matter how much his brain keeps giving him scenarios in which he can live happily ever after with the hottest alien ever. So, he focuses on completing his Trek marathon.

It turns out he should’ve been more specific when he told Kai to take anything he needed. He’s mid-movie when a resounding crash comes from the driveway. Chanyeol races outside to a disaster. He cries out, stumbling over his feet and almost falling. His heart drops into his stomach and nausea threatens. His beautiful red truck has been disassembled, and now lies in pieces across his backyard.

Kai stands nearby, a ball of metal floating between his hands.

Chanyeol roars. “What the hell did you do?”

“I needed material to melt for the parts and your vehicle had the required—”

“Put my baby back together!”

Kai shakes his head and raises the spinning metal ball. “Already melted the pieces, human. There’s nothing I can—”

“Would you stop calling me human?” Chanyeol yells.

Tilting his head, Kai frowns. How dare he try being cute? “But it’s what you are.”

Chanyeol wants to kick his ass so hard he’ll blast out the atmosphere and straight to Mars without needing a ship. But knowing how fast and strong Kai is, the attempt would end badly. Chanyeol snarls and swallows his anger in, and then storms inside, murmuring foul curses about annoying yet extremely sexy aliens.


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Chanyeol glances up when the back door screen squeaks open and finds it has gone full dark outside. He tries not to tense up, to disregard the sound of footsteps coming nearer, but he can’t ignore the sexy alien walking towards him.

Fucking stars.

The hottest man he’s ever met lands at his doorstep and turns out to be an alien. Not only that, but said alien manages to disrupt his entire weekend by making Chanyeol go spaceship hunting, and then dismantling his brand new truck to use as spare parts. Chanyeol doesn’t even want to think about the awkward boners he keeps popping, full of conflicting feels and ridiculous fantasies.

All this shit in less than twenty-four hours. Chanyeol has only held back the tears because they would’ve prevent him from watching the highlight of his Trek marathon—Spock and Uhura making out on screen.

The loose hardwood board behind the couch squeaks. Surprising given that Kai’s super speed would make him soundless if he wanted. Then it hits him. Kai is making all the noise on purpose. Chanyeol sighs and lifts his gaze from the movie.

Kai’s black suit is now splattered covered in some kind of fluorescent liquid, and there are stains all over his face as well. Spaceship grease and oil? “I’m sorry about your vehicle,” the alien says, all the haughtiness gone from his voice. He also didn’t tack in human at the end, and it has Chanyeol’s hackles lowering. “You’ll be happy to know my ship is almost ready. She should be fully charged in ten Earth hours or so.”

“Great,” Chanyeol says. The alien is leaving in ten hours. He should be ecstatic about the news, but for some reason he’s not.

“Chan Ion…I promise to return and fix your truck on my way back from Mars.” Kai gives a tiny, hesitant smile as if afraid of Chanyeol’s response.

Chanyeol wants to stay mad at the alien, but he can’t quite manage it when Kai sounds so sincere in his apology. The cute way Kai says Chanyeol’s name wrong might have something to do with it as well. “Yeah, okay.”

Kai walks around and sits beside Chanyeol on the couch. A full minute passes in silence as they watch the movie. “Saturn is my favorite planet,” he comments as he sees the Enterprise rise from the planet’s rings.

Chanyeol closes his eyes as his heart gives an extra out of place thump. Statements like that only serve to freak him out, and at the same time endear him to the alien. Conflicting feels. “Is that where you come from?”

Kai laughs, all soft and too beautiful. “Oh, no. I’m not from this galaxy.”

If the alien’s plan is to draw him into a conversation, it’s working. Curiosity gets the better of Chanyeol, and he sits sideways on the couch to face Kai. “Um, what galaxy do you call home? Are your species very advanced? Do you have a boyfriend?” Wait, what?

Kai laughs, a thrilling sound and sends Chanyeol’s heart racing. “It’s not that we are so very advanced, but that your species is so slow with progress.” Kai shakes his head. “For example, you idolize the moon and celebrate stepping on it, but don’t even bother to colonize and settle in. It would make an excellent space port.”

Chanyeol sighs and massages his temples. Haughty and superior again. “We’re all idiots, I get it. But it’s really rude when you keep repeating it.”

Kai smiles and touches Chanyeol’s arm. “It’s not my intention to offend. I just find you…peculiar.”

Chanyeol narrows his eyes. Kai’s star-filled eyes are literally sparkling, teasing. The look sets Chanyeol’s blood racing, making his body pleasantly warm and alive. He registers the way Kai’s thigh presses against his own, and he only wants to lean over and kiss him. Panicking, he blurts, “Y-You’re dirtying up my couch.”

Kai is suddenly standing, glaring down at his suit which is covered in desert dust and whatever weird fluid his ship uses as grease or oil. “Apologies…again.” An embarrassed pink flushes his ears. “I will wash now.”

Chanyeol hates super speed, but it’s kinda fun to see the alien flustered. Better than him being flustered and popping another awkward boner. “Are you hungry?”

Kai nods.

“Go clean up. I’ll have dinner ready.” Preparing food will calm him down, and give him time to think. Though it seems no matter how hard he convinces himself of the opposite, he’s more than a little attracted to the alien.

“Chan Ion?”

Chanyeol startles and looks back. “Y-Yeah?”

“After everything I’ve done…caused you worry, destroyed your things, put you in danger by being here,” Kai says softly, “and you will still make me a meal?”

Chanyeol shrugs. “You made me pancakes.”

Kai’s frown is full of confusion. “But it’s not an equal exchange. On my planet—”

“We’re on Earth,” Chanyeol says. “Here we feed our guests and make sure they are comfortable, no matter if they’ve broken a plate…or a truck.”

By the deeper frown on his golden forehead, the alien still doesn’t understand. Kai looks up at Chanyeol, purple eyes vivid with emotion. “I thank you.”

“Shower, then food.” Chanyeol hurries to the kitchen, away from the open and vulnerable look on the alien’s face. Has no one been kind to him? What kind of society does Kai live in? So many questions. Just thinking about an entire extraterrestrial civilization made his head spin.

Chanyeol loses himself in making dinner, allowing the motions to calm him and keep his mind relaxed, away from thoughts of invasions and Independence Day. It’s harder though, to keep away from remembering the sound of Kai’s laugh, the way his eyes literally sparkle when he teases, and the buzzing left behind whenever they touch. What would it be like to run his fingers across that golden and toned body? To hold Kai close and press his lips against the alien’s plump ones.

Chanyeol shivers.

Dinner is done by the time light footsteps sound behind him. “You took a long time,” he says. “Did you use up all my hot water?” Chanyeol takes a huge drink from his beer and turns.

Holy alien mothership.

Kai is completely naked in the middle of his kitchen. It’s everything Chanyeol had seen the day before…and more. What he’d believed was another tattoo running down Kai’s pelvis is now an open slit and a thick, ridged purple cock juts out from it (no balls). Kai’s golden fingers are wrapped tightly around it, stroking slow and hard.

“Hyung.” The Korean word comes out of Kai’s plush lips as a needy whine.

Chanyeol spits beer all over the place. The honorific, the sound. Both will fuel Chanyeol’s dirty imagines until the day he dies. “What the fuck?”

“Did I say it wrong?” Kai asks clearly confused, but doesn’t stop stroking. “It’s your native language, correct? I apologize. I should’ve researched your files further and perfected the pronunciation.”

Chanyeol wipes beer off his mouth and chin. “I meant, what the fuck are you doing naked?” And stroking the scariest, most wonderful cock I’ve ever seen. Fuck. “And what do you mean my files?”

Kai lets go of his erection. His ridged cocks bob up and down with the motion, the head bulbous and shiny with precome. Chanyeol is about to combust. “I took a moment to review your world information base more thoroughly, and it says copulation is an acceptable form of payment and apology. I didn’t know what you liked, so I searched your personal files and recent visited sites.”

It takes a moment for Chanyeol to make sense of what Kai has just said. “What? No. No no no. I told you we’re on Earth. No payment, no apology. Certainly not like this!”

Kai frowns. “Is it that I’m not appealing to you? I should’ve asked what type of partner you prefer, but your files only showed males, so I assumed—”

“It’s not that!” Chanyeol’s mind is spinning. An alien just hacked into his laptop to research his porn preferences so he could then pleasure Chanyeol correctly. He can only gasp and make odd noises.

Frustration is evident in Kai’s face. Even his erection is wilting, cock turning smoother and thinner like a tentacle. “I even selected a similar form of reproductive organ, so you’d be more comfortable.”

Chanyeol wants to open the fridge and shove his head inside. It’s the only way he’ll be able to cool off. “Listen, it’s not you. Believe me I am very tempted, but…you don’t have to do this to apologize, okay? And I don’t need any payment for helping you out. It’s a kindness.”

“A kindness? It’s not a concept my species knows.”

“Help without expectations.” Chanyeol explains, then quickly flails his hand at kai. “Now could you please put some clothes on?”

Kai stares. “You are aroused.”

“Of course I am!” Chanyeol rakes his fingers through his hair. “You are gorgeous and naked. I’m a weak, weak, human. I’m sorry.”

A flash second and Kai is unbearably close, settling his hands over Chanyeol’s chest. The buzzing touch goes all the way down to Chanyeol’s cock. “So, you want this?”

Chanyeol closes his eyes. Kai is an alien. A hot as fuck alien, but an alien nonetheless. Chanyeol’s brain needs to get itself out of that track, because no way is he doing the dirty with an extraterrestrial. No matter how much his body is craving this. “Kai, please.”

“No payment, no apology,” Kai says, repeating Chanyeol’s previous words. “But what if I want this?”

Chanyeol whimpers. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Your internet has many instructional videos about copulation,” Kai leans in closer and whispers. “I did my research and I am very curious.”

“Oh god.” Chanyeol shivers hard as Kai’s hands roam all over his front. There are so many reasons why this is the worst idea ever. He could spend all the hours until Kai’s departure listing out why they shouldn’t do this or…he can spend them letting his body feel and letting his heart race.

Kai seems to sense him giving up, because pulls back and says, “Fuck me, hyung.”

A jolt courses through Chanyeol’s body and goes straight to his cock, filling it up even more. He pulls Kai close, caressing his golden cheek with one hand and tilting his head back softly. Their lips come together naturally and unhurriedly. It’s almost timid the way their mouths move together, tongues coming out to tease only.

When they pull back, there’s undeniable wonder in Kai’s eyes. The alien licks his slick lips. “More.”

The last restraint breaks.

 
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Grabbing Kai’s waist, Chanyeol pushes him up against the nearest vertical surface, which turns out to be the fridge, and slots their bodies together from chest to groin. The alien clings to Chanyeol’s shoulder and his purple eyes go wide for a second, probably at his naked body touching the cold stainless steel. Chanyeol moves, grinding his clothed erection against Kai’s naked cock, and the alien’s eyes roll back in bliss. Kai’s moan echoes quite nicely in the kitchen, so he grinds up again wanting to hear more.

Chanyeol pulls the fully naked alien in for a rougher kiss, full of deep licks and not-so-gentle lip bites. The needy whines leaving Kai’s mouth set Chanyeol’s blood on fire. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long, maybe it’s because Kai is the most gorgeous man to ever want him, but Chanyeol could just come from this. From touching and grinding and listening to Kai’s fucking sweet noises.

The alien’s soft skin shivers in want with every brush of Chanyeol’s fingers. He lets his mouth wander across Kai’s jaw, and when Kai gasps and throws his head back, he sucks delicately at the alien’s neck.

“Is this how humans mate?” Kai says, running his fingers through Chanyeol’s hair and playfully pulling.

Chanyeol grinds up hard, making Kai gasp. “Eager much?”

“Curious,” Kai whispers against Chanyeol’s ear and nips at the cartilage.

“Fuck. Okay, hold on.” After wrapping Kai’s long legs around his waist, Chanyeol carries him upstairs. They almost fall (twice), too distracted with their kissing and touching and getting rid of Chanyeol’s clothes, but eventually fall onto bed laughing.

Chanyeol is more than curious as well as he wraps his fingers around Kai’s purple dick. The ridges down the shaft throb with each stroke, and though there’s no sack at the root, Kai seems equally sensitive when Chanyeol presses his fingers along the slit.

“Hyung,” Kai whines. “Fill me up.”

Chanyeol chokes and his dick throbs. “Fucking hell. What kind of videos did you research for this?”

Kai grins and thrusts into the tight ring of Chanyeol’s fingers. “The ones you like,” the alien says, voice breaking into a moan when Chanyeol tightens his grip.

Chanyeol lets Kai chase his own pleasure for a moment before letting go. “Turn over.” He reaches for the lube and a condom in the bedside table, but freezes up when he looks back.

Kai waits on all fours, ass on full display. He’s completely smooth, and instead of a puckered entrance, there’s a pale circle that reminds Chanyeol of the suction cups of an octopus’ tentacle. Holy shit.

Fascinated (and a bit scared), Chanyeol touches it with the pad of his index finger. It’s moist and a little sticky, and when he applies pressure it opens up easily. Chanyeol slides the first finger to the knuckle and curls it a bit, applying pressure to the walls. Kai moans at this and his ass suddenly clenches, suctioning the finger. Chanyeol gasps at the incredible pressure. He’s not going to last at all.

Opening Kai up is easy as the alien seems to have full control of his inner muscles and secretes a sticky substance, which is weird but useful. Chanyeol would comment on it, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood. Kai is flushed and eager, pushing back onto Chanyeol’s fingers. His purple cock is heavy between his legs, dripping lavender-colored precum all over the sheets.

“Please, hyung,” Kai says. “I’m ready.”

Chanyeol slides on a condom and spreads lube over it. He rubs the tip against the round suction cup of Kai’s entrance, and then pushes inside. He gasps and holds tight onto Kai’s hips. The alien’s walls mold perfectly to his cock, and when he slides out and thrusts in again, the suction makes his head spin.

Kai squirms underneath him, gasping at each thrust. Chanyeol picks up the pace, hoping to bring them both as much pleasure before the inevitably quick end. The wave keeps building and it’s about to crash over and spill out except the pressure around his cock is too much so there’s nowhere to go. Chanyeol cries out and slumps over Kai’s back twitching as he experiences his first dry orgasm.

Chanyeol groans. “Fuck!”

Kai reaches back with a hand and grips onto Chanyeol’s hand. “Did I hurt you?”

“Almost killed me.” Chanyeol chuckles at Kai’s distressed whimper. “I’m fine, just…not so tight.” He grips Kai’s ass and squeezes until the alien relaxes his hold.

A bronze blush spreads over Kai’s neck and ears. “Better? Can you…continue?”

“Give me a minute.” Or five.

Chanyeol kisses the back of Kai’s neck as he slides an arm around the alien’s chest to tease his golden brown nipples. They turn hard and nubby at his touch, and Kai lets out a pleased sigh as he arches into the touch. Chanyeol is still hard inside of him, but oversensitive, so he sticks to grinding slowly against Kai’s ass.

The alien tries moving faster, but Chanyeol holds him still. “You like that?” He whispers and drifts his hand lower to grab hold of Kai’s hard cock. He spreads the precum along the shaft. “Like me inside you?”

“Yes,” Kai hisses and keeps still as Chanyeol plays with his cock and grinds against him.

Sensations start to build up. Unable to hold back, Chanyeol starts to move once again, fucking Kai in long, deep thrusts that have the alien crying out. Chanyeol keeps stroking Kai’s ridged cock, making it pulse harder each time. Kai lowers his shoulders onto the bed, keeping his ass up and open for Chanyeol to fuck him harder. And he does.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Feel it,” Chanyeol growls. “Come for hyung.”

Kai tenses up and his eyes shoot wide open. The filthiest moan comes out of his mouth, and he grips hard onto the pillow as he comes. There’s a second of pressure around Chanyeol’s cock, but the alien seems to remember himself and doesn’t tighten too much.

Chanyeol keeps jerking him through the orgasm, fascinated at the cock ridges turning smoother with each stroke. When Kai slumps onto the bed, Chanyeol pulls out, takes the condom off, and quickly strokes himself to completion. He pumps every last drop of his come out, watching it splash over Kai’s bronzed and sculpted ass. Fuck if this isn’t the hottest thing he’s ever done. He groans and falls to the side. Breaths deliciously hard, body relaxed to the max, he pulls a grinning Kai closer and allows himself a minute to enjoy.

Clean up can wait.

Or, by the way Kai’s hand drifts down lower over Chanyeol’s abs, why clean up when round two was being requested?

 
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A loud and insistent knocking wakes Chanyeol. The warmth of Kai’s body beside his is too tempting to ignore, so he nuzzles the golden skin of the alien’s neck and shoulder. But the knocking comes again. What the fuck? Why was someone trying to break his door so early in the morning?

Chanyeol slides off the bed, smiling when Kai huddles the sheets closer around him. He slides on some boxers, a shirt, and then hurries downstairs. He yanks the door open and frowns at the men in black suits standing on his porch. “Can I help you?”

A badge is flashed too fast for him to see. “I’m special agent Joon, CIA. This is my partner Chen. We’re investigating the escape of a high level criminal that ran away through this area. Could we ask you a few questions?”

Took them long enough. Keeping calm, Chanyeol steps outside and closes the door behind him. “Sure thing. Ask away.”

The agents glance at each other, and the first one takes off his glasses. “The criminal escaped the night before last. We believe he might’ve passed through here. Have you seen or heard anything out of the ordinary?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“What did you do that night?”

Chanyeol tries not to sweat too much or hesitate with his answer. “I was out celebrating with my team. Little league. Came home close to midnight. Went straight to bed.”

“What about yesterday?” Agent Joon presses. “Anything unusual?”

Chanyeol swallows, then grins. “If you count the unbearable heat spike, then yes. But that’s not unusual in these parts.”

The agents do not seem amused. They press with a few more questions, but when it’s evident Chanyeol won’t say anything much, they say their goodbyes. “We’ll keep in touch, Mr. Park.”

Chanyeol raises a hand and watches them drive away, their black van throwing plumes of dirt into the air. It’s only after the dust has settled that he realizes he never gave the agents his name. Which means they knew him before they even came knocking on his door.

“Fuck.” Chanyeol goes back inside and races upstairs. “Kai.” He shakes the alien. “Kai!”

“Hm?” Purple eyes blink open. The lazy smile spreading across his face, turns into alarm quickly. “What is it?”

“They know you’re here.”

Kai draws a sharp inhale and disappears from the bed.

Did he super-speed leave? “Wait!” Chanyeol yells.

The alien reappears right beside Chanyeol, a thousand apologies and regrets written across the galaxies in his eyes. “I have to leave, Chan Ion.”

“I know, but…” Chanyeol swallows. What can he say that doesn’t sound completely demented and irrational? That he wants Kai to stay? That he is falling hard for the alien? They can’t just part ways now, when everything is starting.

“It’s the middle of the day and they’re no doubt watching the house.” Chanyeol grabs Kai’s hands. “Wait until night, okay?”

“Sound logic, human,” Kai says. Chanyeol doesn’t even mind, because Kai quickly steps closer and wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s middle.

“Your last hours on Earth,” Chanyeol murmurs. “What would you like to do?”

Kai tightens his embrace, his palms pressing against Chanyeol’s back, and then sliding lower. And lower. They drift over Chanyeol’s ass and grip the soft flesh there. “What we did last night…can it be my turn?”

Chanyeol’s cock twitches with rapid growing interest. “You want to top me?”

“If that means I get to touch you inside,” Kai’s fingers press right over Chanyeol’s hole, “and drill you onto the bed like you did to me, then yes.”

Chanyeol moans. “I haven’t…done that in a while. But, yes, please.”

Kai uses his super speed to get Chanyeol back on the bed, naked and spread-eagled in record time. The alien devours his mouth as he grinds against Chanyeol’s ass, making him moan each time the flared head of his ridged cock nudges at the tight entrance. Fuck. How is that going to feel inside of him?

Chanyeol moans, eager and needy when Kai’s hand drifts down his abs, pausing to tease his cock with some lazy pulls, before moving on. Kai’s fingers are soft, but insistent as they massage around Chanyeol’s rim. “Show me how to prepare you, hyung.”

Oh, fuck. “Lube,” Chanyeol gasps. “Get the lube.”

It’s a mad scramble to find the bottle which had rolled off the bed last night. Once found, Chanyeol quickly spreads the gel on his fingers before raising his legs and exposing himself to Kai. The alien licks his lips, and Chanyeol groans at the ideas his brain comes up with for that tongue. He spreads the now warm gel around his hole and gets one finger in to the knuckle.

The last time he indulged in a little ass play, he’d ended up frustrated at only having a plastic dildo to fill him up. But now he’s getting the real thing, an alien dick. It has him hurrying with prep. When he has two fingers steadily pumping in and out, Kai whimpers. The alien is flushed in tones of bronze, and his eyes sparkle steadily.

“Want to try?” Chanyeol asks, breathless.

Kai isn’t shy or hesitant about sliding in one of his fingers alongside Chanyeol’s, testing the warm walls with steady pressure. It’s a few moments until he finds Chanyeol’s prostate and presses hard.

“Oh my god!” Chanyeol’s hips fly off the bed. The alien panics and starts to pull away, but Chanyeol grabs his hand and holds it while he fucks himself on Kai’s fingers.

Kai gasps. “Can I…I want…”

Chanyeol let’s Kai’s hand go. “Yes. Please.”

Kai kisses him first, hard and fast, and then settles over him guiding his purple cock with one hand. Chanyeol’s mouth drops open at the initial push, and all air goes out of him when the flared head pops inside. But the delicious torture begging when Kai starts to slide in. Holy hung aliens.

“Hyung?” Kai asks.

“Move.” Chanyeol’s breath goes out in a rush. “Please, move.”

Kai starts out slowly, moving his hips in tiny motions and watching Chanyeol closely.

It’s a bit embarrassing being so closely observed while trying not to fall apart. Heat flashes up Chanyeol’s cheeks and down his neck. His cock jerks across his lower abs, spreading precum across them. He’s so hard. Kai’s cock feels like…well, like nothing he’s ever felt before. Chanyeol could count each ridge as it goes into him, dragging along his walls, and making him twitch in pleasure.

Then Kai speeds up. Chanyeol lets go and gives into the sensations. He is a fucking mess in no time. There’s an alien plowing him into the bed, eliciting the most sinful and erotic moans that Chanyeol didn’t even know he was capable of. There’s no doubt it’s the best fuck he’ll ever have. He doesn’t want it to end, but his orgasm keeps building and building, a coiling heat deep inside of him that’s about to burn him up.

“Will you come for me, hyung?” Kai asks, as he bites along Chanyeol’s clavicle and fucks him harder, as if he sensed the impending end. “Will you come, Chanyeol?”

It’s the first time Kai says his name right, and the thrill of it has Chanyeol shouting as comes hard. Kai fucks him hard through the orgasm, his rigged dick rubbing hard against the clenching walls and sending electric shocks of pleasure all over Chanyeol’s body. He comes for the longest minute before his vision goes white and he slumps onto the bed, into a mess of his own come, too exhausted and blissed out to care.

Kai pulls out. Hot liquid splashes across Chanyeol’s ass and inner thighs, making him groan. The alien smirks and lowers himself until his lips are right over Chanyeol’s. “I’ve marked you as well.”

Chanyeol can only chuckle as Kai kisses him and steals his breath once more.

 
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Night comes too soon. Chanyeol busies himself preparing a backpack with bottles of water and some snacks for Kai to take on his trip to Mars. The alien has already promised to stop on his way back, but even with Kai’s super spiffy alien ship it takes two weeks to the red planet and two weeks back. An entire month without Kai, which Chanyeol can totally do (maybe), and after they’ll have a few more days (hopefully a lot more days) while Kai rebuilds the truck. But after that…

This was supposed to be a fling, dammit, but now the thought of never seeing Kai again fills Chanyeol with a heavy sadness. Taking care of Kai and making sure he stayed hydrated filled Chanyeol with purpose. The alien’s curiosity, his incredible remarks about his alien society, and even the occasional haughtiness, livened Chanyeol’s entire weekend. Who would’ve guessed the cure to his terminal singleness would be an alien?

Chanyeol chuckles sadly, closes the backpack, and heads outside to the garage. Kai sits in his spaceship’s tiny cockpit and smiles when Chanyeol hands over the backpack. He settles it beside his feet and pats it. “Thank you.”

“I’ll miss you,” Chanyeol blurts out.

Kai’s eyes sparkle as he stands and pulls Chanyeol’s mouth to his. The kiss is chaste, but lingering. It leaves a pleasant buzz on Chanyeol’s lips. “I’ll be back soon,” Kai says and loosens his hold.

“You better.” Chanyeol steps back.

A teasing grin and star-filled eyes that start to twinkle light up the heaviness of the moment. “Take care, hyung.”

Chanyeol laughs and shakes his head. He raises a hand in farewell as he continues moving back. The circular hovers higher and starts moving out of the barn garage. A strong roar of engines becomes louder, and for a moment, Chanyeol is confused. Kai’s ship is pretty much soundless, so what is going on?

In storm of dust, five black cars skid into the backyard, lighting up the space in red, blue, and white. Men in heavy gear exit each vehicle and aim huge guns at Kai’s ship. Agents Joon and Chen are there too, taking cover behind one of the front cars. Chanyeol has a second to freeze in shock, before he reacts and runs in front of them.

“Don’t shoot!”

They do. A hail of bullets pings off the ship’s underside as it takes off and zooms into the atmosphere. Chanyeol hits the ground and turns in time to watch the saucer fly away with half of his heart. He doesn’t even get a full minute to mourn the loss before someone yanks him to a stand.

The guard holds him in a tight grip, while Agent Joon strides over. “Mr. Park, you are hereby arrested for harboring an unidentified life form.”

Chanyeol gapes. “Are you serious?”

Agent Chen does the honors of cuffing him, twisting Chanyeol’s arm a bit too hard. His protests fall on deaf ears, and struggling only earns him a punch to the stomach before he’s shoved in the back of one of the cars. He’s alone, without his phone, about to be carted off to who knows where. Yet all Chanyeol can think about is Kai. Did he make it to space all right? Did he find chocolate chip cookies Chanyeol sneaked in the backpack? Will he really come back?



An insistent pounding in his head wakes Chanyeol up. He presses a hand to his temple and sits up. The room is gray and bare with a clear full wall hosting a door. The tray on the floor is full of food once again. It means another day has passed. It’s been hard to keep track, but he guesses it’s been a full week already.

There’s a routine to captivity. It starts with breakfast, usually a slop that’s supposed to be oatmeal and watered down juice. Then a guard takes him to another room where Agent Chen spends an hour questioning him. Depending on how well that goes, they give him lunch. Then it’s a choice of light torture (lowering the temperature until his room is freezing cold or raising it until it’s unbearably hot) versus heavier torture (getting beat up). Agent Joon comes next with more questions. Again, dinner depends on how satisfied the agent is with Chanyeol’s answers.

After that comes the worse part as Chanyeol is left completely alone. The silence coupled with the nothingness in his room is unbearable. Chanyeol usually talks to himself, but even that’s not enough to stop his overly creative his mind from summoning horrors.

Chanyeol shakes his head, momentarily forgetting the headache, and groaning when it sets to pounding again. It’s the most awful he’s felt and that includes the second day beating that left him with a black eye and bruises all over. But he has to be strong. He has to. Someone will come for him, his friends, or his parents. He will get out and he’ll be there waiting home for Kai to return. Because he promised. Kai promised.

So, Chanyeol crawls to the food tray and eats.

The day is uneventful—questioning, torture, food, more questioning. Chanyeol sits across from Agent Joon and waits for another round of questions to start. They’re on the third round, and the agent usually does five.

“Can you describe the creature?”

“Beautiful.”

“Was it aggressive?”

“Only in bed.”

“Did it harm you in any way?”

Chanyeol smiles sadly. “Stole my heart.”

Agent Joon doesn’t react to the answers, no matter how outlandish or crude Chanyeol gets with them. It’s obvious the agent doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. Perhaps they’ll label him crazy and let him go.

“Why did you harbor an extraterrestrial?”

“Because he needed my help.”

Agent Joon sighs. “Mr. Park these creatures are capable of incredible things, one of those being mind control.”

“I helped him.” Chanyeol growls.

“No, Mr. Park.” The agent shakes his head. “This thing manipulated you, used you so it could fix its ship and leave before we could capture it. Why are you defending it? It abandoned you.”

Chanyeol’s eyes start to sting. Kai needed him, wanted him. The agent is simply twisting everything so Chanyeol breaks. But he won’t give them the satisfaction. Breathing deep, he gets his emotions under control. “You know…his ass sucked me in so good while we fucked I dry orgasmed.”

Agent Joon stands. “Crudeness will get you nowhere but right back to—”

The lights blink suddenly. An electric hum gets louder and the lights flash brighter. They go dark for two seconds and then flashing bright again.

“They’re here.” Agent Joon pulls out his gun and inches towards the door. He yanks it open and rushes outside, leaving Chanyeol chained to interrogation table.

“That’s not ominous at all,” Chanyeol murmurs.

A few minutes pass in silence, and then something falls in the hallway outside. There’s the sound of something heavy being dragged. The hairs on Chanyeol’s body stand at attention and his heart sets off racing. What the fuck is going on?

Echoing footsteps come closer and two figures appear at the door. It’s two men in white suits and reflective glasses. Chanyeol has never seen them before and instinctively pulls back from them as far as the chains allow.

“Come with us,” the two figures say and the cuffs around Chanyeol’s hand spring open.

Chanyeol is about to scream for help when all doubt and fear vanishes from his mind. He stands and follows the two men down familiar hallways. They pass other guards standing at attention beside doors, but no one stops them. In fact, no one seems to even notice the three of them. It should worry or freak out Chanyeol, but there’s a strange calmness flowing through him.

Exiting the compound into a full sunny and hot day should be more momentous. After weeks of gray concrete and glass, gazing at the desert landscape brings tears to Chanyeol’s eyes, but the emotion feels…muted.

The men in suits watch him, as when Chanyeol gives them his full attention, their suits shimmer and change into a very familiar form. When they take off their glasses, star-filled eyes the color of the sun blink back at him.

Chanyeol lets out a huge breath as his emotions crashes over him coming fully online once more. He doubles over and falls to his knees. Another expelled breath ends somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “You’re aliens.”

The cuffs springing open, the unnoticed escape, the suppressed emotions. It made sense weird alien juju was involved. But who were these two and why had they rescued him? What did they want?

“You are safe, human.” The small one’s gold eyes flash. Unlike the stars in Kai’s eyes, this one has mini suns that burn bright with alien power. “We came looking for our cousin and found him halfway to Mars. He asked for our help.”

Chanyeol gasps. Halfway to Mars? “Kai? Do you mean Kai? Did he come back? Where is he?” He couldn’t sound more desperate and needy if he tried.

The tall one with the midnight hair and the same golden eyes nods. “Our cousin had to take care of some humans that were threatening your home. We volunteered to collect you and erase your trace from the other human’s minds.”

“Erase…?”

“They will not remember you.”

Oh. So that’s what Agent Joon meant by mind control. Did Kai have this power also? Or just his cousins? Cousins. The word clicks something in Chanyeol’s mind. “Are you guys…Luhan and Yifan?”

“Yes,” they answer in unison. Creepy as fuck.

“Ok, okay.” Chanyeol stands and dusts his hands. The two aliens stare at him without saying a word. “I…I need to get home now. Thanks for, um, saving me.”

“I can see why Kai likes this human,” the small one says.

The tall one nods. “He’s very…peculiar. It’s too bad we can’t dissect him.”

“A shame,” they both say.

Chanyeol almost pees his pants when they take a flash step towards him and shove something in his face. He closes his eyes and cringes, waiting for the blow. But it never comes.

In front of him, dangling from the tall alien’s huge fingers are the keys to his truck. He reaches out with a trembling hand and takes them.

“We’ve grown a new transport for you,” the tall one says, and points downhill to the facility’s parking lot.

Chanyeol really wants to ask what they mean by grown, but the need to race home is stronger.

The small alien nods. “Kai is—”

“Waiting,” they say at the same time.

Not wanting to stick around Kai’s creepy alien cousins or the facility, Chanyeol breaks into a run.


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The new truck is weird. The extra buttons, compartments, and weird touchscreen has Chanyeol both confused and eager to discover what each does. However, none of that matters, because Kai is waiting for him. Chanyeol stops on the pedal and races home, skidding along the desert roads.

The sight of his two story ranch home at the end of the drive has Chanyeol letting out a sob of relief. On the porch, instead of a pile of boxes, there’s a figure clad in a black spacesuit.

Chanyeol screeches to a halt, uncaring the truck is half out of the driveway, and jumps out. He approaches the alien waiting for him, heart in his throat and pulse too loud in his ears. Stopping at the bottom step, he remains in the sun.

Kai stays on the porch, where there’s shade. He looks unsure, but smiles softly nonetheless. “I returned your kindness.”

Chanyeol’s heart beats faster. “Is that the only reason you came back?”

Kai shakes his head, pink bangs falling across his forehead.

A step, then another. Chanyeol steps onto the porch and pulls Kai into his arms. “You came back.”

Kai wraps his arms around Chanyeol’s neck, and tilts his head. “Your world information base explains the hero who saves the damsel in distress gets to keep her. Does it work if the one in distress is male?”

The answer startles a full laugh from Chanyeol, and he pulls Kai closer. “Yes, it works, but technically, your cousins saved me.”

Kai blinks his pretty purple eyes, while his fingers dig into Chanyeol’s hair and pull lightly. “So, I don’t get the reward kiss?”

Chanyeol grins and kisses Kai so hard, they’re both panting for breath a minute later. “Hyung will give you more than that.”

It’s still strange and uncertain this thing between them, but Chanyeol spends the night and all the following days giving Kai his body, his heart, his soul…everything.

(LJ Post)