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Title: Cat Food Just Got Better
Author: Jordan Herbert
Warning: Spoilers for the movie, which everyone needs to see
Pairings: Christopher/Wikus FTW
Fandom: District 9
Rating: HARD R
Word Count: 935
Disclaimer: Don't own and the person who does would cry a little. Maybe.
Author's Note: I HAD TO DO IT. THE PROMPTS HERE ARE TOO AWESOME NOT TO FULFILL AND I LOVE FOOD PLAY.

Wikus started shaking as his transformation continued. His hands trembled as he wrapped them around his knees and took on the fetal position and rocked back and forth to try and settle his stomach. It wasn’t working. He wasn’t sure if his insides were revolting at the idea of food or demanding substance of some sort. Wikus just continued to rock back and forth in the corner of the little shack as Christopher worked with his computers.

“Father,” CJ broke the silence as he prodded his father’s leg. “Can we help him?” The little Prawn clicked as he pointed at Wikus.

Christopher looked over his shoulder at the miserable human. “No,” Christopher shook his head. “There’s nothing we can do but let him have his peace.”

CJ took a step away from his father and looked at the whimpering other. Wikus moved his hands to wrap around his stomach as he continued his rocking motions. CJ’s antenna twitched and he quickly left the room. He had seen humans holding their stomachs when they begged for food on the outside of the gates surrounding D-9. It meant hungry in the human language, apparently. CJ knew he could help with that.

Running back from his father’s private hoard of cat food with an open can, CJ happily announced his idea. “I’ve got cat food to make you better.” He waved the can over his head as he ran.

“Don’t run,” Christopher scolded. It was too late. CJ stepped right onto one of the bottles he used as a toy and tripped right onto his front, releasing the can. The can rotated in mid-air and then fell on Wikus’ head. The chunky cat food slowly ran down his hair and onto his chest as it started to cover him and leave the can.

“Look what you did,” Christopher clicked angrily as he put the keyboard he was messing with down and stormed over to his son. CJ ducked his head ashamedly as he continued to lay sprawled out on the floor. Christopher shook his head and lifted his son as Wikus removed the can from his head and stared at the remaining half. “Are you alright?” Christopher asked. The little Prawn nodded but refused to meet his father’s eyes. “Go to your room so I can help him clean up.” CJ nodded again and scampered away.

Wikus held the half empty can of cat food to Christopher. Christopher took it with a sigh. He stared at Wikus covered with the cat food and shifted slightly. “It would be such a waste,” he clicked lowly as he bent over Wikus.

“What?” Wikus asked, barely catching the words as his stomach rolled. The smell of the cat food was driving him insane. “Could I have a towel or something before I fucking lose it all over your floor?”

“Don’t have one,” Christopher shook his head and then placed a hand on the back of Wikus’ neck, making him bend his head at Christopher.

“What are you--” Wikus’ eyes widened as he felt Christopher’s mouth tentacles run over his head and threw his hair. Christopher swallowed audibly as he quickly finished with the cat food there. He turned Wikus’ head so that he could start to lick his forehead clean as well, avoiding the wide eyed gaze that the human was giving him.

Wikus honestly had no idea what to do. Given the situation, he felt like he just needed to let Christopher do what he wanted. Prawns saw anything and everything that was meat as food and he was, technically, cat food covered meat. If Christopher just ate the cat food then he should consider himself lucky.

Christopher’s mouth tentacles rubbed over the side of his face, following the trail down to his neck. Christopher suckled on his neck as he bent Wikus’ head to allow him more room. Wikus whimpered lowly as he silently cursed himself for having a sweet spot right on his neck. His wife had loved to just suck on his neck before even touching him.

Christopher pulled away slightly but when Wikus didn’t object he continued to slurp away at the soft skin of Wikus’ neck.

He finally moved down and Wikus released a sigh of relief as Christopher went to work eating the few chunks that had collected on his shirt. Unfortunately, Christopher trailed right over a nipple, making Wikus gasp and jerk under him. Christopher moved away again and stared at Wikus questioningly. Wikus avoided the Prawn’s eyes as he felt himself blush.

Christopher then continued his quest and traveled lower and lower and Wikus felt horrified as he realized that Christopher’s mouth was heading right for the slight tent in his pants.

“Christopher,” Wikus tried to tell him to stop but Christopher had already licked over his clad erection. The single word ended as a gasp. And Christopher only seemed determined to finish his cleaning job as his tentacles continued to rub gently over the area, collecting the little chunks and liking the sauce of the cat food that had gathered.

Wikus moaned and squirmed under him. Christopher reached up and gripped his hips, stilling him, as he began to lick in earnest. “Ah, Christopher,” Wikus panted as his hand moved up to the Prawn’s head and held him there. Christopher didn’t mind. In fact, one tentacle worked its way past the waistband of Wikus’ pants and tickled the top of his stomach before touching the head of his cock. That was all it took. Wikus jerked and came with a low groan.

Christopher was quick to clean that up too.