Alien inspector (part 10): Mutual sexual arrangement… right?

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Request: If possible could you continue with the alien inspector please!

A/N: In last week’s poll alien inspector won, plus someone requested it, so here it is. (I promise next time we’ll get some more sex, I just need to plot to move forward a little.)

Alien (Xyris) x fem!reader || sfw || tw: health talk (kinda)

You woke up when a cold breeze hit your sweaty body. You spent the night tossing and turning, but every time you tried to open your eyes, there was a calming cold hand caressing your face and asking you to go back to sleep. You obeyed, your body too tired to fight against the incredible weight pulling down at your very bones.

Whoever spent the night with you gave you little sips of water every once in a while, but your mouth still felt like a desert when you regained whatever conscious state. Your whole body felt like you got hit by a spaceship and they left you floating in space. You could barely move enough to move from your side to your back.

You slowly opened your eyes, already exhausted, just to get flashed by the neon lights above your bed. You groaned loudly, your head instantly pounding. Fuck, that hurt. Another cold breeze hit your body, and you shivered again, your whole body trembling as you let out a soft whimper.

“I turned the lights off, you can open your eyes now, xaltrix,” a known voice said someplace in your room.

You tried again, this time the lights were indeed off, and you could look around for a bit. You looked to the side, where your door used to be, but now there was a big hole covered with some kind of metal patchwork that looked rough. That was the source of the cold breeze, the broken lines between the metal. Shit, how did that happen?

It hurt too much to think so you moved your head lightly, looking for the one and only source of the voice. You found Xyris instantly, his big tall body resting against the far wall as he stared at you. What the fuck happened? Why was he there?

“What happened?” Your voice sounded more than rough, as if you had been screaming non-stop for days. The realization that you didn’t know how long you were out of it washed over you, leaving you breathless. “How much time was I out?” You tried not to sound panicked, but you had only bits and pieces of the last couple of days, just flashes of pain and vomits and feeling like you were going to die.

Xyris, as calm and collected as he always was, approached your crappy bed, sitting on the chair next to it as if he owned the place. Asshole. But you were so tired you couldn’t even frown at him as he stared down at you with the same emotionless face he always did. “You’ve been sick for four days.” You sighed deeply. Shit. But then he added: “I haven’t figured out what is wrong with you yet.” Wait, what?

“It’s probably just a virus or something,” you tried to tell him.

“On my ship? No.” His tone left no room for arguments, so you closed your mouth and stared at him as he wrote something on his tablet. It felt freeing to be able to look at him like that, just staring at his gray skin and pretty face.

And then another realization hit. “Who told you?” You could see the muscles of his whole body tensing up, but he just took a deep breath and shook his head lightly. So you asked again: “Xyris, who told you? I… I told the doctor I didn’t want you to be here,” you confessed after a short pause.

He didn’t answer your question, but he did have some of his own. “Why didn’t you want me here? I’m the best doctor on this ship and you refused my care… why?” If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he’s hurt by that. But you did know better.

You knew that he didn’t have those kinds of feelings for you. Nor did you. You didn’t have feelings either. Nope. Your arrangement was purely sexual, you had a bit of a degradation and humiliation kink and he had human kink. Mutual sexual arrangement. Even if a little voice in your head tried to argue with that statement. You did have feelings, okay, you could accept that part, but there was no way he did, too.

He always looked so… nonchalant. Like nothing bothered him, like he didn’t have any emotions. For goddess sake, he was surprised that he was jealous. You burrowed into your makeshift nest of blankets as he kept scrolling on his tablet besides your bed, completely unbothered. See? No feelings. Just a mutual sexual arrangement… right?

He said he wanted to date you, he said many things that he thought were human customs, but you still weren’t sure to what degree he meant any of them. You didn’t know what to do about anything relating Xyris, but your brain was pounding and your eyes were very heavy…

You looked back at him just to find him already staring. “Go back to sleep now, I ordered some food for you, I’ll wake you up when it’s here.” He was so sure of himself, always so confident, you didn’t know how he did it. How he was staring down at you and acting all commanding when you didn’t even ask for him to be there.

You wanted to argue with him, not really sure about what, but you just needed to antagonize him a tiny bit. “But I…”

“Sleep, xaltrix.” He said it as if it was an order, and it irked you. But good damn it, he was right, you did want to sleep.

But that word… “What does that word mean?” You asked in a low tone. He just hummed in response, and your eyes closed. Your body was still too weak to antagonize him the way you needed to.

The second you closed your eyes, the memories came crashing down onto you: his feral form, the way he destroyed the door in his hassle to get to you, the way he kicked out the doctor and the nurse… And the way he promised he wouldn’t always stay with you.

You fell asleep against your will, your eyes closing on their own when you wanted to open them the most, a thousand questions plaguing your mind and urging you to wake up and ask them all… But you didn’t, you fell asleep in a stupor.

And because of it, you didn’t hear him whispering very softly: “It means soulmate.”