Warnings: Mpreg, Violence, Character Death, Trans species, Angst, some hardcore action *winks*.
Beta: None so be warned.
Category: After Episode 4:06 AU Slash and Het.
Coupling: John/OMN John/Chiana John/Nerri
Archive: Do so at your own risk, if you want it, just say so.
Challenge: 9. Eavesdropping - whether accidentally or otherwise, your character overhears part of a conversation... Whatever it is that your character overhears... how will he react?
Author's Note: Spoilers for like a whole lot of the series, set directly after Promises, episode 4:05 and episode 4:06 only some biology facts about Nebari, John being able to predict wormholes, and D'Argo as captain, the rest of that frelling episode does not exist.
Summary: For a while now, Crichton has felt less like himself, since that whole twin fiasco. Now with Aeryn acting all sorts of weird and keeping things from him, he starts to question what he really wants. When he over hears something he shouldn't, things go from bad to worse and continue to plummet from there. When Chiana offers him a way out, who is he to refuse? What neither of them know is that this offer will reunite her with the Nebari and change him forever. In Commander John Crichton's mind, a storm raged that grew stronger with each step he took through the large Leviathan. Several factions waged war for his attention. This was getting to be too much for him to take, more than any one should have to. Betrayal, all around him the others were so engrossed in their own worlds they barely even registered his presence. Even after all these cycles and the continuous dren they went through together, he was still the primitive human. So low on the evolutionary ladder he didn't even have a step. Basically it all boiled down to one thing, no one cared.
He snorted, okay so they cared, just not enough to consider his feelings in this. Aeryn had made him accept his worst nightmare, again. Did she not have a sympathetic bone in her body? "If you love me you won't do this." The sentence replayed in his mind. Nope, nothing but ice, that bitch. She probably only frelled the other John because she was curious about how similar Sebaceans and Humans were.
No. That was not right either, she was lonely and everyone knew the only person Crais had eyes for, was Talon. When she came back she was still a bitch, only then she was a mentally unstable bitch, even worse. Next they lost Crais and Talon, the way Aeryn had reacted you'd thought it was her that died. Talon meant a lot to her, Crais, well he was the only remaining thing from her past to hang on to. Now, all she had was her Peace Keeper training to fall back on. So what does she do, turn to the people who were there from the beginning to help her get through it, no.
Instead, she flies off to be some little Peace Keeper assassin. Kill a couple people here, kill a couple there, what does it matter, in the end we all die. That's her problem, she doesn't care. She is a cold hearted bitch, no love for anyone but herself. So why did he still feel obligated to be with her?
Then it struck him, that was all it was, an obligation. Did he really love her? Yes, in his own way he did, at least the John before the twin situation did. But did he really love her? That was something he would have to discover on his own, and there was only one way to find out. He had to confront her once and for all.
Having made up his mind, the thought silenced the other voices in his head like a super nova taking out a solar system. He plotted the course through his mental map and acted on his plans. Soon his feet were taking him to the former cell, now Aeryn's bedroom. Just before reaching the doors, he stopped as he heard voices in the chamber beyond.
He let his curiosity get the better of him and snuck forward. Cocking his head, he positioned an ear to hear better. They were arguing, from the sounds of things. Aeryn was speaking, and then that low, cultured, and reasonable tone that haunted everyone of his nightmares, Scorpius. 'What the frell did ole snake eyes want?'
"You mustn't tell him anything about what you were really doing. If he found out, there is no telling what he would do."
"You're correct, it's just I feel so frelling tired of this continued charade. I just wish we could just get it over with. This place and these... *aliens* make me ill. Why couldn't they send someone else?"
"Because you are the one John trusts. If any one can get to him, it is you."
She gave a deep sigh. "I'm not so sure about that any more."
"Explain." His curt response elicited another sigh from her.
"My lying to him has put a rift in his trust. The love he held for me was already becoming fragile before I left. Now, I am not sure it is enough for what has to be done."
John was about to enter and demand to be told what they were talking about. When she started to laugh, he stopped "He is completely Farbhot, so why would he not do this."
"Do not underestimate him, Officer Sun. He is far more devious than you give him credit. You above all should know this by now." A pregnant pause, then he started again. "No, we will continue on the present course of action. As of yet, he is still suspicious of both of us. Allow him a monen, then attempt to, as he says, 'make nice'."
"Very well, after that I will do as you say, and make nice. I will give him three monens to start to come around, for after that it will be too late. Remember we are on a tight schedule."
"Very good, Officer Sun. If there is nothing else to report?"
"Just one thing." John watched in horror through the bars on the cell, as Aeryn reached up and kissed Scorpius. "Meet me in the Amnexus conduits along Moya's neural cluster, on the fifth tier, in one arn." She tugged his face down and licked the nose ridge of his coolant suit. "And don't be late, you know how upset we get when you aren't on time."
Bending down, he kissed her abdomen and ran a hand over it. "I shall not be late then."
"See that you don't." She gave him a smile that would freeze the hottest sun. When he growled at her in the Scarran undertones she shivered and pursed her lips. "Save it for the conduit. I'm not ready for the others to find out just yet."
"Then I suggest you take care to hide the little one, because at this rate, she will be born before you are. And where will you be when John takes one look at her and realizes that he is not the child's biological parent?"
"John can go to Hezmana for all I care."
"Ah, but not until we are through with him, my dear Officer Sun."
John couldn't handle it. Aeryn and Scorpy? On Moya? Oh this was too much. He felt the bubbles of insane laughter well up with-in him. Quickly, he placed a hand over his mouth to keep the revealing things from coming out. Run, he had to run.
As fast as his feet could carry him, he flew through the tiers of Moya's inner chambers to the heart of her Neural Nexus. Once inside he slid to the floor biting his fist as his body shook from fits of laughter. The only thing that told a different story than him being happy, was the scalding tears that ran down his face.
When the laughs stopped, the shaking began. He couldn't think, the images he saw and the words he heard continued to play in his mind. Faster and faster the scenes looped in to an endless cycle until he cried out in pain.
What was he to do? Who was he? He couldn't go home because of all he had been through. The others would ostracize him if they found out about Aeryn's betrayal. If not for his former self's love, then because he gave them his word that she could be trusted.
She had lied to him, again.
Why did he do it, why keep going back to her? He was weak, and she was the only one who was available to him that way. What way, to belittle him, make him feel worthless by her mere presence? If he wanted that, he could have hung out with Rygel. Why did he have to be so masochistic and want things that would only hurt him?
It wasn't love, was it?
No, that wasn't love, it was loneliness. All his life he was afraid of being alone. John Crichton, astronaught extraordinaire, is afraid of being alone.
"You should be used to it by now, I mean look how many times you have been abandoned. Your dad, never home because of his career and all that went with it. Mom, never paid enough attention, always had to play the good house wife. DK, the moment he saw you kiss Mark's girlfriend followed by Mark, decided may be being close was not such a good thing. Might catch something from the confused homo, couldn't decide if he wanted boys or girls. What the hell did he think collage was for, threesomes and experimentation or so you thought. When you started dating Alexandra, suddenly it was like he never left for those two years.
"Next it was the entire friggen planet Earth. No one coming to the rescue here. All the others wouldn't give you a second glance until you saved their collective sorry asses from being recaptured at least the first dozen times. Then suddenly you were more than just a piece of dren, now you were useful dren. Zhaan, who in the end, decided that your happiness meant more than her own life. She too left eventually. You were only a bargaining chip to sparky, at least he let you know where you stand. He still tries to sell you out at the drop of a ingot.
"D'Argo needs a punching bag. You are about the right size and shape. When it came to his family, the treacherous bastard he was, you were second. His people's allies, you were lying. His metal moth, you were too stupid to keep your hands off. So what does he do, beat you and leave you for dead. Only the last time, he actually succeeded. Gotta love that masochistic streak of yours.
"Jool thought you were Freddie Kruger, right up to the point you saved her from her own people. Family, can't live with'em, can't shoot'em. Nice track record Johnny boy. Who ya gonna piss off next, Pilot may be. That would be the next logical step to suicide. Let's not even talk about Aeryn, one heart ache a day is enough for me thank you.
"You know what, just forget about it. If they want someone to blame for every frelling thing that goes wrong, let them blame themselves. I've had it." He tapped his comm. as he wiped away the tears and run off. "Pilot?"
"Yes, Commander?"
"How long until the next commerce planet with a space port?"
"Two arns, is there a problem?"
He smiled at the worried voice. "Yeah, I'm leaving. Can you not tell the others until after we arrive. I don't want anybody trying to *convince* me it's a bad idea."
Pilot's voice seemed to deflate severely. "Yes Commander. If I may, what brought about this sudden change in plans?"
"Something is going on with Aeryn and me that I would rather not talk about. Suffice to say, she was not the person I thought she was. If she says anything to you, ask her how does it feel frelling a lizard?"
"I see. I will do as instructed. You can trust that I will not say a word."
"Thanks pilot. One last thing, if you don't mind?"
"Anything."
"Please be careful for yourself and Moya, because when I am gone, I have a feeling the others won't be so easy to be around."
"Will do, Commander. Both Moya and I will be saddened by your departure, and wish to convey our sincerest regrets."
"Thanks Pilot. That means allot. Crichton out." John sat back with his knees pulled to his chest as more tears came to his eyes but did not fall. Two arns and he was free once more. As he rocked gently he did not notice the five DRD's watching him, among them one with a blue taped light stalk and another with stripes painted on it's side. "...Crichton out."
In Pilot's din, he sat in silence as he placed a comforting hand on Chiana's. "So that's it? You are going to let him walk off Moya, and not look back?"
"There is nothing I can do to stop him, Chiana. Commander Crichton has made up his mind and we must honor his decision."
"That's a load of Trat and we both know it. What do you know about this, Pilot?"
He looked away from her as he continued to presses the control buttons. When she placed a hand on his, he looked in to her pleading eyes.
"Please, Pilot, if you know something, I have to know. I can't just let him go with out a reason why."
Reluctantly he sighed. "I will not betray my confidence to any one as you know. But I can tell you that it has something to do with Officer Sun and Scorpius. Now if you will excuse me, I must get back to work."
She smiled as she rubbed his cheek. "Thanks pilot. I'm off to talk some sense in to Crichton."
"Be careful Chiana. He has been through more than enough lately. You do not need to add more to his grief."
Cocking her head to the side, she gave him a sad smile. "Don't worry, I won't."
When she disappeared through the door he sealed off the den. "Not intentionally, Chiana, you never do. I hope that you can do what we can not. Yes Moya, I too care very deeply for this Human." A few mechanical clicks and Pilot smiled. "We can only hope and wait." Aeryn Sun walked through the lower tiers of Moya silently cursing inferior species. Looking for a particular specimen of said species, she started to clench her fists in anger. "Another tier down and still no sign of that son of a hazmot! Where the frell are you, John?"
About to start on the seventh tier, Hammond side, she heard footsteps. Hiding behind the bend in the corridor she waited for the person to walk by. 'What is that tralk, Chiana, doing down here?'
Staying close but quiet, she followed the frazzled looking Nebari through Moya. Stopping when Chiana suddenly turned and looked around. "Aeryn, come out. I know you are down here, I can here you breathing."
Cursing softly, she walked out from her hiding spot, to stand in front of Chiana. "What are you doing down here, Chiana?"
"I could ask you the same question." Tilting her head to the side, she stalked up to Aeryn. "I think I will, what are you doing down here?"
"Searching for something, as if it is any of your business. Now what are you doing down here," Aeryn asked her slowly, drawing out the sentence with menace.
"The same thing you are. Now quit following me!"
"As John says, 'It's a free County'."
"That's country, ya greebohl. You really don't pay all that much attention to him, do you?"
Aeryn snorted at Chiana. 'As if she would know.' "That's really none of your concern."
"Spoken like a true Peace Keeper. You haven't changed a bit in the time that I have known you. Still the same old Officer Aeryn Sun, hater of all things non Peace Keeper. I bet the only reason you like John so much is because he is the closest thing to a Peace Keeper you could get. I mean look at your past, every time we stop at a commerce planet, you are off to the nearest Sebacean. You probably spread 'em for Crais a couple times didn't you..."
Chiana was silenced as Aeryn picked her up by her throat and held her there. "Now you listen to me, you little piece of Dren. The only tralk around here is you. I will not tolerate your disrespect any more, do I make myself clear?"
She waited for Chiana to nod before continuing. "I have had it with your games, where is Crichton? Do not deny it, I know you were going to see him." Setting her down, she loosened her grip but did not let go. "Answer me!"
"Get frelled, Scarran loving..."
Aeryn smiled as she lifted Chiana once more by the throat. "I have never loved a Scarran. I am a Peace Keeper, we do not love. Now once again I ask you, where is Crichton?"
"What in Hezmana is going on here?"
Aeryn turned smiling to look at a pissed D'Argo. "D'Argo..." Silenced by a prick by his tongue, she collapsed to the deck.
Slowly he approached the now coughing Chiana and unconscious Aeryn. "What is going on here, Chiana? Did I hear correctly, did she call herself a Peace Keeper?"
"That's what I heard..." She coughed. "She is majorly tinked." Standing unsteadily, she kicked Aeryn's ribs. "You're the tralk, you piece of trat." She was about to kick her again, when D'Argo rapped her up in his arms.
"Calm Chiana," his voice low, and soothing as he stroked her hair. He rocked her gently as she cried. "Tell me what happened, please."
"It was awful, D'Argo. She followed me like I was a Kerradian and she a Treno. When I confronted her, she called me a Tralk and demanded to know where Crichton was. I tried to tell her get frelled, but she gripped me by my throat. That is when you found us. I want her gone!" Her cries, now down to mild sobs, made D'Argo harden towards the unconscious Peace Keeper.
"Fine, what ever you want. Chiana, tell me, where is Crichton? Tell me, I have to make sure that Scorpius doesn't get to him."
Chiana pulled out of his embrace and looked up in his eyes. Finding only genuine concern, she nodded. "He is in Moya's main Neural Nexus." He tried to go, but she held on to his robes. "Wait, there is something you should know first. John told Pilot he was leaving on the next Commerce planet. That's in less than an arn."
"Do you know why?"
She shook her head no. "Pilot wouldn't tell me, but he said it had something to do with Aeryn and Scorpius. I think he was afraid for his life. Judging by the way she treated me, I say he has good reason."
He sighed as he held her hands to make her let go. "Fine, I will see what I can do. Find something to tie her up with. I will go find and take care of John."
"What are we going to do with her and Scorpius? Sikozu might remain with us, but I don't trust her."
"We will set Aeryn and Scorpius adrift in the Prowler as we leave the Commerce planet. They can fend for themselves. For now, we keep an eye on Sikozu. Now I have to hurry and get to John." He called out as he stormed off down the corridor.
"Good luck!" Chiana called out as she watched him go. Turning back to Aeryn she kicked her again as she looked down her. With jerky movements she dragged the Peace Keeper to a cell. With a snarl she trussed Aeryn up in the chains and locked the cell doors. "Get out of that, Frelnac!" Then she was off to find Crichton, who knows what D'Argo would do when he found the human. He dreamed they were fighting over him. A squid and a lizard were arguing over what was best for him while a red bar fly climbed the walls. When the squid pulled a Qualta blade on the lizard, the bar fly hid in the rafters. Peaceful delusions ended when a gray and white rabbit in a fetishist wet dream came bounding in and grabbed him. "Pretty bunny leave me alone. I just want to sleep some more."
"Come on Crichton. We have to get you away from Scorpius!" The rabbit picked him up over her shoulder and ran away from the shouting. "Wake up John. Come on, you have to come out of it."
The images started to come together and he recognized a gray Nebari. "Hey Pip. What's going on?"
"Scorpius and Aeryn, that's what."
"What about old lizard lips?"
She snickered at his description. "They are working for the Peace Keepers still. He tried to get you but D'Argo has him bound and in his cell again. Aeryn tried to strangle your location from me, D'Argo laid her out too."
"You gotta stop hanging out with me, Pip. You are starting to pick up my sayings."
"You are a bad influence, old man."
Laughing he finally took notice of their surroundings. He was laying near the entrance of the transport pod on the inside. "Where are we going, Chi?"
"The Commerce planet. We will be landing in a few microts." Her sad voice made him sit up and take notice of her hunched over figure.
"What's wrong? Did something else happen I don't know about."
Quick to hide her reaction, she shook her head and continued to manipulate the controls. "No, nothing that you don't know about. I just wanted to get you away from Moya until D'Argo get's them off the ship. Wouldn't do for them to get near you after all the work we have done to get them off Moya."
"Yeah, I guess not." Slightly deflated, he stood and gently lowered himself in to the copilot's seat. "So what are we going to do down here?"
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Okay let's not even start that. What did you use to do when you wanted to forget the pain? You know, before you came to Moya." He looked away, trying to avoid the knowing look in her eyes.
"Well, when Nerri was still around, we would try to hook up with others of our kind, you know, the ones on the run. It was kinda like being back home before all this started. Not that I know what Nebari Prime was like before the Establishment. I could imagine though. The elders told stories of a time before they took over, but that was hundreds of cycles ago.
"They are no longer around, all wiped out by the new regime. That was before we knew about the virus, before we were old enough to know any better. We may have been poor, but we knew how to have a good time. Good times back then, good times." Her wistful voice made him smile.
"So what did you do for fun?"
She gave him a sly look from the corner of her eye as she tilted her head. "Do you really want to know?"
"Sure, Pip, lay it on me."
"Well since you put it that way." A slight smile tugged at the side of her lips. "Well, first you go in to a bar and order a Razslac. After your drink from it, you order a Vesuvian Star Buster. The drink signals all Nebari who might be interested. You see, Vesuvian is an aphrodisiac to my people, drives us completely farbhot."
"What, you mean more than usual?"
"You are a regular Hernandian Chanter, Crichton. If no body was around, the drink still gives ya one hezmana of a buzz." A mechanical click took hold of Chiana's attention. "We are cleared to land in sector five, grid 9. Good, that's close to the market place. I hate having to walk another metra more than necessary."
"About time, I need to get some fresh air."
She wrinckled her nose at that. "The planet has more pollution than Moya's lowest tier."
"I mean I need a change in scenery, too much of one place is not good for you, well at least not for my kind. We were originally nomads, wondering the lands for food and game."
"Sounds like my people now. A little word of advice about this place, Crichton. These people are known for their bounty hunters. I wouldn't tell any one my name if I were you."
"Fine, Pip. What do you suggest I change it too?"
"Well, I want you to remember it," her face turned mischiefous at his question, "so something simple, another form of Crichton."
He narrowed his eyes at her laugh. "How about Crion?"
"Crion, I like it, sounds like ancient Nebari."
"Julon Crion." He whispered as he looked down at the transport pod's deck plating.
She turned to him with a sympathetic look. "I wish she would have stayed. I may have teased her, but she was a good person. We've lost too many good people. I don't think I could stand to lose another one of my friends."
With a start he looked up at her. "You know." A statement. "Pilot wouldn't say anything, so you were probably in his den, weren't you."
"Yes. Don't leave, please. I need you, John. D'Argo needs you, frell even his eminence needs you."
Looking away, he focused on the far wall. "I can't stay. There has to be an end to it somewhere. Aeryn..."
"Aeryn is gone! I will space her bartanic eema myself if it means you will stay." She grabbed his hand as a tear ran down his face. "Please John, for me."
"I, uh... give me time, Pip. A few days just to think about it. No promises, just give me time."
"Thank you. I promise you won't regret it." Her figure seemed to come back to life with joy.
He hated to say it but he wanted to make it clear. "I said I will think about it."
"Of course, John. Take all the time you need. I mean Julon."
He gave her a sad smile. "Thanks. See you in a few."
Together they exited out of the Transport pod without a word. She watched him walk off and disappear in the crowd of Aliens. With what appeared to be the look of a free man, an image she had not seen in cycles, he wondered at the mixture of life on the planet. When he was gone, she let the tears come. Who knew if he would ever come back. She wiped away the clear drops and headed for the market place. Pilot watched as the DRDs rolled by emitting high frequency burst to one another. "I am well aware of your concern over Commander Crichton. I did not drive him away. Where have you learned such language?"
Tilting his head he narrowed his eyes at them. "I will not tolerate your disobedience. I don't care what Commander Crichton has told you."
The lights in the den flickered as mechanical clicks resounded. "I know Moya, they are not listening to me either." More Clicks. "I will try to appease them."
"Pilot, what the Frell is going on with your DRDs? They aren't responding to any of my commands." D'Argo's voice rang out over the comms.
"I am sorry, Ka D'Argo. They seem to have gone on what Commander Crichton calls a strike."
"Crichton, what the frell does he have to do with this?"
"The Commander has told them of his people's way of dealing with unfair treatment of their workers. They simply refuse to go back to their work until their demands are met."
"And what do they want?" His anger made Pilot cringe.
"They refuse to go back to their duties until Commander Crichton comes to a decision on whether or not he will remain aboard Moya."
"That is the most Farbhot thing I have ever heard. They are machines, get them back to work or else I will."
"I am afraid nothing you do will help. They simple refuse to function any other way."
"Then what are we supposed to do until then? Wait for the ship to fix itself?"
"I am afraid so, Captain." He sighed as D'Argo muttered a few Luxan curses then cut off his comms. A few muted clicks. "Really Moya, must you indulge them. He is our captain, it is our duty to serve. Very well, I will comply with your wishes." Another satisfied click.
John walked among the many stalls looking at the things that were for sale. His curiosity was piqued at a shiny object on one of the piles of what appeared to be jewelry. He picked it up and smiled as it sparkled in the sun light. The gems were a mixture of greens, blues, purples, dark reds, oranges and dark yellows. Smiling at the band of alien jewelry, he tried it on his wrist. It was bigger so he wrapped it round twice.
Paying the worker what he asked for in the local currency, Crichton smiled when the man bowed a little and walked back to perch on his stool. He walked on with a slight smile on his face figuring Chiana might like it. If not, she could always trade it for something else.
As he walked on, several people eyed him in his black uniform, and the band of jewelry. The only color other than his head was on his wrist looking like a trophy from a kill. Or at least that is what the microbes could pick up from the alien whispering. Reality hit home, even here he could not get away from the Peace Keepers.
With a down turned look on his face he walked in to the nearest bar and ordered a Razslac. After his first drink he set it down, and sighed. 'Drinking while you were mad or sad was very bad.' A slight smile came to his lips as he took another sip. 'Gotta get happy, gotta forget, gotta get a happy to forget.' Picking up the razslac he looked at the amber fluid. 'What the hell?'
Third drink.
He called the bartender over and ordered a Vesuvian Star Buster. A few stares but no one paid all that much attention to him. As he picked up the drink a black gloved hand grabbed it from him. Turning he watched as a black haired Nebari tossed back his drink in one swallow. "That was mine."
"And I thank you, been a while since I had a good shot of Vesuvian." He tilted his head slightly and gave John an enigmatic look. Pursing his lips slightly he set the glass down with out looking away. "You know, you have the most piercing eyes I have ever seen in a Sebacean."
"I'm not Sebeacean. I get tired of telling you people that."
"What people, I just met you."
"We haven't met, and I am talking about your people, the Nebari."
"Getting a little hostile, well I guess when dealing with the Nebari, you tend to be a little put off by them. Please don't judge me by those you have met. Whatever they may have said about us, we aren't all bad." His shy smile was betrayed by his dark eyes, and smoldering look.
John swallowed as he noted the hungry look in the Nebari's eyes. "Yeah, uh thanks, I know that already. Got a runner on my team. She's a real good kid."
"So you know about how we fled from our home because of the Establishment?" He moved closer as John nodded.
"I know about their plans to rule the Universe. Real ambitious people ya got there."
"No more than the Peace Keepers."
"Look, I told you I am not a Peace Keeper."
"So you say, yet you wear the garb."
"You know what, whatever." He turned back to the bar grabbing his razslac to take a drink. The black gloved hand grabbed his wrist and gripped it until he set down the drink. John was about to turn and punch the guy's lights out when his bracelet was pulled off his wrist. "Hey give that back!"
"Calm down, I am just putting it on you correctly."
His protests were cut off as the band came down around his neck and was fastened from the back. Forming a choker, the crystals tingled against his skin. "What is this thing?"
"It's an Interion Mood Necklace. The tint to the crystals displays your emotions, well at least on the Interions it does. It is just decoration on any other species."
The crystals darkened as John narrowed his eyes. "Take it off."
"It works, guess you were telling the truth about not being Sebacean."
"It might help having Interion Neural tissue in your brain."
The Nebari seemed to consider this for a moment. "It might. Then again I have never lobotomized an Interion to find out."
"Long story. He was dead, I was crippled, we compromised. Now get it off me."
His smirk never waved as he looked at John. "Why, it looks good on you?"
"Fine, it looks good on me, if you won't take it off, just leave me in peace. I don't want any trouble."
"Who wants trouble? I am after something. Much. Better." As he finished the sentence Crichton looked up and was gathered in the arms of the horny Nebari. As he opened his mouth to protest the Nebari smothered him in a deep, open mouthed kiss.