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Cheeseballs and Tentacle Rape	By : Gyaku_no_Sekai Category: +G through L > Halo Views: 7779 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I, in NO way, shape, or form, own Halo or anything contained therein or make any money from it / this fanfiction. I have the utmost respect for Bungie, 343, and Microsoft.

Chapter List
- 1-Cheeseballs and Tentacle Rape
- 2-The Parallel: Two Corpses Chapter 29
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NOTE: To all who are reading this on AFF, “Parallel’verse” references Kireteiru’s story “The Parallel: Two Corpses” on Fanfiction.net. If you wish to understand this story fully, READ THAT FIRST. This chapter is the lemon from the aforementioned fanfiction, which will be edited out due to FF enforcing their “no adult content” policy. I have obtained Kireteiru's permission to post this chapter along with her b-day fic. All text other than this note is the original content of The Parallel: Two Corpses Chapter 29.
A/N: Lemony... lemony-ness in this chapter; you have been warned. Also, I've written (but not necessarily posted) lemons for just about every fandom I'm in to (like Transformers, Naruto, Trinity Blood, Black Cat, Bleach, Yu-Gi-Oh!... the list goes on) but not Halo, so my apologies if it sucks.

Twenty-Nine: Moving Forward, Looking Up

She woke.
For a long moment, she simply gazed at the brilliant blue sky overhead (and she had never seen such an intense color before) and the green treetops that framed the vision of the sky (so green, so very much alive), feeling the equally green grass beneath her tickling and scratching her back and legs as she lay in the clearing, watching fluffy white cumulus clouds roll on by overhead. The gurgling of a nearby stream lulled her mind into a relaxed state, almost to the point of falling back asleep...
Whispers intruded upon her moment of utter peace, flitting around just beyond the trees, entire conversations held in soft voices by countless people just inside the forest. She furrowed her brow in confusion and asked quietly, voice slightly husky with sleep, "What is this place?"
She was not expecting a reply but received one anyway; "Earth..." She knew that voice and sat up so fast that she audibly heard her joints crack; John was stretched out on a large, flat rock in the center of the stream, water flowing around his resting place with ease. "... one hundred thousand years ago. The British Isles." He turned to look at her, narrowing his eyes, making her rub the back of her head sheepishly and look away from his furious gaze. "Cortana..." he hissed quietly.
"I didn't want you to hold off everything just to get me help," she said, getting up and padding over to him, looking down at the Spartan as she stood at the edge of the stream. He was wearing a pair of loose cargo pants and a t-shirt that read, "Property of the Spartan-II Program (Origin)." "I wasn't worth it."
"Like hell you aren't," he growled dangerously, the forest conversations going silent. A moment later, she found herself pinned beneath him, staring into the steadily reddening eyes of the universe's most dangerous Spartan. "Cortana, a hundred and one thousand years ago, when I first arrived in this world, I had already resigned myself to the fact that I might not be able to see my brothers and sisters again before they died. I had already accepted the fact that over half of them would die during the augmentation procedure, during the Fall of Reach, during the Halo Campaign, if they survived at all. But you..." His voice trailed off, and he buried his face in her neck, letting the silence speak for him.
I chose you as my anchor, my stabilizer; you, a little AI who isn't supposed to live more than seven years, a beautiful woman who technically isn't even real - but you're all I have left of home.
John shifted off of her, and their surroundings changed; they were now walking the streets of ancient Athens towards the Parthenon rising majestically in the distance over the city. They entered the temple and approached the statue of Athena in the back, looking up at the giant golden figure before it morphed into the statue of Hathor in Dendera, the ancient Egyptian city dedicated to the goddess. The town itself was small, Cortana noticed, but people's pilgrimages apparently brought in a fair amount of money, for it seemed lively enough.
They padded through the ancient streets, hand in hand, looking at the way things had been - the way the Spartan remembered them - thousands of years ago, before they reached the edge of the town.
Night was falling in ancient Egypt, the moon rising over the fields of grain in the east, and their surroundings changed again. Cortana watched silently as Earth rose over the moon's horizon, half light, half shadow, before she crouched to run a finger over a petal on the nearest flower. It rippled an iridescent silver beneath her fingers as it moved, returning to its luminescent golden shade the moment she pulled her hand back.
"Lunar Flowers," John said quietly, watching her examine the lily-like blossom and stem, "They were... mostly killed off during the Great Cataclysm. The only remaining flowers still alive are onboard the FireRain, but just about every data hub the universe over has the genetic code programmed in there somewhere. The Forerunners consider them to be the most beautiful flower in the universe."
"They are," Cortana said in the same subdued tone, touching one of the literally glowing anthers with just the tip of her finger. It glowed brighter for an instant before dimming again, and an invisible wind swept the area, causing ripples of silver and gold throughout the field, the anthers glowing even brighter until it was practically daylight, despite the fact that the sun was virtually on the opposite side of the moon from them.
John sat down in the field as he watched Cortana move around amongst the flowers, taking in all of the different types of Lunar Flower, until one of the Lunar Butterflies settled in her hair, making him chuckle. She blinked at him in confusion, the butterfly seeming like a moving barrette on the side of her head, and he gestured for her to come over, still chuckling. Very carefully, he removed the insect from her hair and held it out for her to pick up; it looked like a Monarch Butterfly, but instead of being orange, the tiny scales on its wings seemed to change color just like the flowers it pollinated, rippling from the exact same shade of human blood to the brilliant sky blue of her hologram form. She looked up at the Spartan in whose lap she was now sitting. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Aside from a few species similar to rabbits, one of weasels, and one of ants, the Lunar Butterfly and Flowers were virtually alone up here. They had no need to develop a natural camouflage like those on Earth."
"No birds?"
"Nope. The rabbits eat the flowers, the weasels the rabbits, and the ants whatever they can get their hands on."
"Water?"
"It rains - or it used to, a hundred thousand years ago. Some bodies of water, mostly lakes, a few streams, and ponds; nothing much. It's a small planet."
"What happened to it?"
"The animals went when the Halos fired." He rested his chin on the top of her head and looped his arms around her waist. "The flowers and everything else was too far gone to save by the time we got back here, so..."
"But I thought rabbits and weasels wouldn't have been hurt by the Halos because they had insufficient biomass to sustain the Flood."
"You'd be surprised; even when it did have a breathable atmosphere, it was very thin. The animals had to be larger than normal to account for an increased lung capacity to get the same amount of oxygen into their bloodstream." He gestured, and she saw one of the rabbits hop through the stalks of the flowers nearby; it was easily the size of a German shepherd and had a large barrel chest holding some pretty impressive lungs.
"And the weasels?"
"Smaller, but not by much." John glanced down for a moment. "Whoa - don't look at me like that. Your mom was looking at me like that while we were in Crow's Nest, and I swear I thought she wanted to dissect me."
"It'd be fascinating to find out if you're as human on the inside as you appear to be on the outside."
He snorted into her hair. "I doubt it."
"What, that you're interesting?"
"No, the second part."
There was a moment of almost complete silence as the butterfly finally flew away, and Cortana heard a long indrawn breath.
"...are you sniffing me?"
"I just never realized how much thought I'd put in to how you'd be if you were human," he murmured, shifting to smell her neck right over the carotid artery.
"Did you now?"
(A/N: You have arrived at your destination: Lemon City.)
She spun around and pushed him onto his back amongst the flowers, looking down at the slightly bewildered warrior, pupils dilated, breath quickening; he knew very well her intent, even though he had never actually "done it" before. His hands settled restlessly on her hips, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, patterned to look exactly like her holoform's upper body. "And what else," she purred, resting a hand on his chest and reveling in the fact that she could actually feel the chiseled muscle beneath her hand, as firm and unyielding as rock, "did you put a lot of thought into?"
His pupils contracted to slits and then dilated again, intense brown irises slowly losing pigment as his iron control slipped an notch.
Cortana noticed. "I see..." She smirked and leaned forward, resting her forehead against his own. "Well, that settles it. But there's still one question remaining..."
His inhuman eyes locked with hers, and her smirk widened.
"Can you keep it up long enough, old man?"
He growled - actually growled at her, an utterly feral sound rumbling up from deep in his chest, and their positions were reversed at the speed of his thoughts. "We'll see, now won't we?" Instead of making her afraid as it should have, his distorted voice sent shivers of arousal down her spine, and she grinned in defiance, reaching for his shirt before he slipped a hand beneath hers, running a callused finger along the underside of a breast, making her halt her attempt at removing his clothes to lose herself in the pleasurable sensation.
And okay, so maybe he was cheating a little. It was his mind, after all.
He pushed her shirt up far enough to do the job, the faintly cool air tickling her exposed nipples as he cupped the soft mounds, watching her arch and gasp at the feeling; she'd never had an actual body to provide her with the sensations of pleasure or pain, but he had only experienced sex by proxy through the memories of those he infected (he refused to actually "eavesdrop" on the act). His thumb smoothed over a nipple, the calluses creating interesting friction that made her bite her lips and toss her head, fingers fisting in his shirt. She didn't even notice when he tugged the shirt off and away but did notice that "You imagined me without a bra, you jerk."
He chuckled and lowered his head. "I'm still a guy, Cortana. There are some times even I think with my dick." And then he licked one of the nubs that he had been teasing, making her shiver at the sudden chill when he exhaled over the wet flesh to see how she'd react. He sucked the nipple that he had been teasing, gently pinching the other while his eyes watched her face; when she growled suddenly, he thought she was angry.
She was, but not at him. "Clothes. Off. Now."
He was unable to stop himself from laughing but did as she asked, all of their clothing whisked away at the speed of a thought, and she whistled appreciatively now that she actually got to see his built figure with her own eyes. "You're not too bad looking yourself," he murmured, flipping them around so that they were back how they'd been sitting earlier, but now she could feel his erection against her lower back. "Now sit back and enjoy."
Cortana arched with a cry when he rolled her clit between his forefinger and thumb, his other hand toying with her breast, but he had a hard time actually keeping her still; she was writhing in his arms, unintentionally grinding back against his penis and making him call on every ounce of self-control that he had (which was a lot). Her head had fallen back on his shoulder, leaving him free to kiss along her neck right before he slid a finger inside of her.
'So much for foreplay,' someone muttered in the background before someone else smacked the living crap out of them.
[Voyeurs,] he grunted at them before returning his attention to his AI, silently promising that there would be retribution later if his second-in-command didn't get to them first.
John had paused long enough for Cortana to regain herself, and she ground back against him, pulling a strange growling hiss from his lips before he slipped another finger inside, curling the two just so-
The AI arched with a scream of his name, as potent an aphrodisiac as her unique scent, and his pupils expanded even further, almost consuming his now-bloodred irises. He shifted them around so that he could kiss her despite the awkward angle, and she came alive beneath his hands, responding to his touch and twisting in his lap so she could grip his shoulders. The Spartan understood what she wanted and lifted her hips with his indeterminable strength, helping her line herself up with him. She bit her lip before sliding down onto his length, earning another hissing growl from her Spartan, but she could understand why if she was as tight around him as it felt. Her hymen yielded in a brief burst of pain, but she distracted herself from it by gasping, "A... Another product of your imagination?" and laying back, tugging him down on top of her.
"N-not quite." She barely heard the stutter in his voice and spotted the blackness creeping up into his sclera. It made her hide her smirk and do a slow writhe, almost a roll, arching her back, bucking her hips while tightening even further around him, and he dropped his head, breath coming in swift pants as he fought to regain control over himself; she did it again and earned a sharp thrust that made her breath catch in her throat. His wild eyes shot open at the sound and locked with hers, and he rolled his hips against her, pulling back and pushing forward to hear that hitch again. His fingers dug into the soil on either side of her head as he set a steady pace, fighting the urge to :bite:, to :claim: the beautiful woman beneath him more that he already was; she shifted so that she could wrap her legs around his waist and pull him deeper inside her, making her toss her head when his length rubbed against sensitive places inside her.
"Please..." she whispered, unable to manage more as the pleasure consumed her senses, but he understood what she wanted, picking up the pace, mental walls involuntarily tightening to seal off any connections to the outside world. The construct's cries began rising in intensity as she approached the edge, pulling him with her as her walls clenched around him, sparking delicious friction between their bodies, and she audibly heard him grinding his teeth right next to her ear. His fingers dragged through the moon's soil as she purposely clenched around him, and his lips curled as he hissed, speeding up even further to shove her off the cliff that they both were balancing on.
Her meltdown was spectacular, and he slowed down to watch as she cried his name and shuddered beautifully in the throes of her orgasm, toes curling, back arching, hips giving a few instinctive thrusts before she slackened, panting. She recovered swiftly and pulled him down for a fierce kiss, thrusting up against him and swallowing his groan as he moved for his own release, and the Spartan broke their kiss to bite down on her trapezius in a clear mark of possession as he came, all of his muscles seizing as the Flood virus froze any and all nervous signals before he slackened above her, hot breath rushing over the bloody mark he'd left on her shoulder.
He cleaned the wound with his tongue before he rolled off of her to prevent her from being crushed by his weight when his limbs gave out from under him. He closed his eyes, panting, twitching a thought out, and their surroundings changed, taking on the appearance of his bedroom on the Fleet of Shadows. Cortana shifted up next to him and laid her head on his strong shoulder, letting him loop an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him beneath the sheets.
"Maybe not so much of an old man after all," the AI murmured, absently tracing one of the scars criss-crossing his chest, and she felt the vibrations from his chuckle against her ear.
(A/N: You are now leaving Lemon City.)
'Is it safe to come in now?'
[Quiet, you. What is it?]
'The tech-heads have got all of the gear online and the reformatting stuff is good to go.'
"Good to go, lock and load, I don't know but I've been told," Cortana murmured, "and what reformatting gear?"
'For you, Lady Cortana. You can't stay inside the Commander's head forever; he kind of needs the few brain cells he has left.'
The construct blushed at being called a lady and giggled when John growled at Kenera. "What do I need to do?"

"How long is this going to take?" John asked, peering over the head engineer, Lautrec's shoulder to watch Cortana's temporarily-stable code flash by on the holoscreen.
"Not more than a few hours, sir. She should be up and running normally before the day is out," he said, swinging around to check the reactor and make sure that it was cycling normally before giving the go-ahead for the excavation teams to begin cleaning up the remains of the dummy Ark and Installation Zero-Four. The majority of the tech teams were downloading all data from the Ark's mainframe before the metal plates and framework were melted down for ease of transport across the galaxy to serve as raw materials for the actual Ark, whose Foundry was operational but offline.
"Possibilities for error?"
"Very, very slim, but I'm staying up here to keep an eye on her just in case."
The Spartan sighed and nodded, reluctant to leave but knowing that it was a waiting game and - how did the old saying go? Oh, yes; "a watched pot never boils." He paced out into the hall and strode over to one of the teleportation platforms, growling, "Surface please, Etra."
"You got it, Commander. By the way," she said as the golden rings surrounded him and spirited him down to the Ark, where his teams were disassembling the Cartographer, "the Didact called and said he received the beacon and to tell you that they're about halfway through with clean up; it should be another three to four years before they're done and can return home.
"He also said that you're getting promoted."
"GODDAMMIT!"

I am, [I am searching for you]

Waiting, [I am coming]

First Night, [I am coming for you]

Last stand.

I am, [I am searching for you]

Waiting, [I am coming]

Come and [I am coming for you]

Catch me if you can.

-"The Last Cowboy," In This Moment (A Star-Crossed Wasteland)

A/N: ...That sucked. I've written better lemons for giant robots, seriously. And it felt blasphemous to write that for some reason. Ah, well. Maybe I'll go back and rewrite it when this is all over.
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