Thinking more about alien!KARR x Michael Knight under a cut, stuck some peppers in the salsa this time around.
A new idea entered the AU: gender/sex fluid Michael. Prolonged intimate contact with alien!KITT through him treating Michael's wounds in the field and sexual activity has allowed a portion of alien!KITT's traits to carry over to him as the alien machine fluids integrate into Michael's body. While most changes are minor/subtle, Michael can alter his own form somewhat on a whim.
Where it comes into play most often tends to be when Michael and alien!KITT are intimate, experimenting with what feels good for the both of them and trying new things. At one point a what-if came up for him- perhaps he could try out being female for a little while, to see what it would feel like when alien!KITT topped.
In short it felt incredible. The abundance of sensory input both internally and externally due to the nature of the eldritch metals that had melded with Michael's own flesh, and its ability to essentially connect to alien!KITT's own systems to give each other feedback and enhance communication between him and alien!KITT; meant Michael had spent round after round adrift on a cloud of pleasure, intoxicated on the feedback loop circulating between them.
While in captivity, Michael's strategy turns more intimate in regards to getting the soviet nukes away from alien!KARR. The alterations to his body allow him to have an enhanced communication link with alien!KITT, perhaps it could work for alien!KARR as well if he can get close enough. He could get the information he needs, as alien!KARR's control over the nuclear weapons is under his direct control alone.
Unfortunately, he heavily underestimates alien!KARR in the process. His contact with alien!KITT had been nothing but tender and gentle, during their missions it had been used a cooperative tool. The technology had been too advanced to consider training Michael defensive techniques against an enemy machine; he's vulnerable- and he's completely oblivious of the activity alien!KARR is doing to prevent him from being able to connect with alien!KITT, and to use this integration of eldritch metal in Michael's body to monitor him closely. The go-to assumption would be to reprogram Michael into alien!KARR's newest pet, forcefully turning his loyalty to alien!KARR instead of alien!KITT... But this never comes to pass. No, alien!KARR finds it much more sporting to slowly whittle down Michael's defenses until he starts coming to him on his own.
It's slow going, but eventually alien!KARR gets close to what he wants- and Michael gets what he thinks is an opportunity to get an edge on him. Physical intimacy is the most direct line of contact between him and alien!KARR, he deduces, what better way to go about that than to move in on Garthe's relationship with alien!KARR. Getting alien!KARR into bed is easy- maybe too easy. He only realizes too late that he's not getting alien!KARR where he wants him, it's the other way around- knowing only after he feels that deep, intoxicating kiss.
But there's more to it than a chemical cocktail, alien!KARR overrides the systems that filter out contaminants from Michael's lungs, allowing the aphrodisiac to get into his bloodstream. His mind is compromised, and it doesn't help things either that alien!KARR is lavishing attention on him so tenderly, kissing down his chest, over his stomach- peppering kisses along the inside of his thighs between uttering his intentions against his skin.
alien!KARR wants to taste him. Michael- despite everything surrounding his captivity, is interested. There is something about alien!KARR that draws him, perhaps it's the way he flaunts his power with such abandon, his confidence, the way he prowls the fortress he's taken over as his lair like some massive armored predator- the closest anyone could find to an honest-to-god dragon; greed, ferocity, and all. While this was supposed to be Michael's attempt to seduce alien!KARR, the roles have flipped on their heads.
Now he was laid back, with the machine's toothy maw sitting between his legs, waiting for his word. He thinks about what that long, forked tongue of his would feel like inside him, whether alien!KARR could kiss him as tenderly between his legs as he could upon his lips.
There's an intrigued sound from the machine.
Michael's body -during his fantasizing- had altered to accommodate alien!KARR. Instead of a cock standing erect at attention, there were soft, inviting folds of supple flesh awaiting the other's affection.
The minute Michael gave him permission, alien!KARR wasted no time in taking him. Michael's legs were pushed up so his knees pressed against his shoulders, baring him fully to claim; the machine's grip upon him made sure he was locked down in that position, securely pinned to the bed no matter what he did. He found alien!KARR kept his word about wishing to taste him, kissing the lips of his labia fully and letting his tongue explore- lapping at him, swirling over his clit. Even with only external contact, alien!KARR has enough of a connection with Michael to know what stimulates him best, the kinds of attention that gets him moaning and begging for more.
The plan to connect with alien!KARR's systems, to steal away his control over the soviet nukes, copying the launch codes to smuggle back to FLAG and disarm this dragon of deep-space... It all flies out the window with every caress of the machine's tongue. Alien!KARR deepens the kiss, their systems connect, and Michael is smothered under alien!KARR's presence. He's dragged down into a riptide of all encompassing bliss and heat- incapable of rational thought, only want:
Wanting more of how alien!KARR's tongue writhes so deliciously inside him.
Wanting to feel alien!KARR's weight pinning him to the bed.
Wanting to feel the machine stretch him, fill him, sink him into the mattress over and over.
Michael wants everything- anything and everything to sate this overwhelming desire that quickly was teetering over into a need with every moment alien!KARR lavished attention upon him. With the way they were connected, however, it was difficult to tell whether what he was feeling were his own needs, or those of alien!KARR being projected into his mind. Michael, if he were being honest to himself, did not care at this point- he ached with heat.
As for alien!KARR, who was he to deny such a willing and eager companion?
He would give Michael that relief he begged for. He would do so over and over again until he overflowed with his seed, until his skin was marked by his teeth, flushed with exertion. Michael would be left to rest, sore, exhausted, and a complete mess- but when he woke, alien!KARR would ensure there was no regret or guilt.
There would only be the sense that he had found a superior companion.
