Tentacles - 4. Chapter 4

It was much, much later. The debris of Luke’s hatching was cleared away and he’d been bathed, fed again, and tucked into a slightly larger wicker basket that Dee had been using as a laundry basket. It was a fairly shallow oval, and a pretty good substitute for a crib – at least for now.

“Thank you,” Sys murmured, settling down on the pillows, tired but glowing.

“For what?” Dee asked, bending down to give Luke a last, gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“For everything. For ssaving uss… twisse. For being sso… sso…” The room was bright with moonlight and Dee’s breath caught at the expression in those beautiful, golden eyes. He swallowed hard. “Don’t go,” Sys whispered.

Dee glanced towards the door. Something was telling him to leave, but something stronger was telling him to stay. He realised that one was fear, and the other was a whole lot purer. Licking his lips, he moved towards the bed, as if his body had a life beyond the control of his brain.

Sys raised his hand, reaching out to him, and Dee took it.

They lay, facing each other, their eyes bright with something that came from within. Dee raised his hand to stroke the side of Sys’ face, while Sys rested his hand on the curve of Dee’s hip, the fingers moving in little circles.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Dee whispered, running his thumb over Sys’ lips. “God knows, I’ve fought this. God knows why. I felt that I’d somehow be taking advantage of you, given the way you came to me.”

“Have ththere been otherss?”

“Others?”

“From the laboratory. You ssaid ththat there were people in ththere who helped uss esscape. Did many come here?”

“Not enough. A few. Maybe nine or ten over the last five years.”

“Did you ssleep withth any of ththosse?”

“No,” Dee said, surprised by the question.

“Did you want to?”

“No.”

“Were any of ththem beautiful?”

“In their own way, yes…”

“Ththen what’ss different about me?”

“Everything. Everything’s different about you.” Dee said, his eyes intense pools of darkness, that make Sys shiver. He smiled, hesitantly.

“Everything?”

Dee stared at him for a moment, then smiled. “Well, for one thing none of them, male or female, gave birth while they were here.”

Dee’s attempt to lighten the atmosphere fell flat on its face, as a shadow passed over Sys’ face. “Iss ththat what makes me sspecial?”

“It’s one of the things. There are many more. Your eyes- they’re so bright, and they always show exactly what you’re thinking. Your smile, even though those fangs still make me uncomfortable. Your lips, that make me think of nothing but kissing them, no matter what they’re doing, no matter how much I try to convince myself otherwise. Your hair… oh God your hair – it’s wonderful.”

As if to underline his point, Dee ran his fingers through Sys’ hair, digging them into the wild mane at the back of his head, then letting them move lower to ruffle the shorter hair that ran all the way down the centre of his back to his tailbone. Sys shivered and moaned softly.

“Dee. Beautiful Dee. I love you, Dee. I love you sso much it hurtss.”

“Hurt? Where does it hurt?” Dee asked softly, with a husky undertone.

“Here,” Sys breathed, taking Dee’s hand and laying it on his belly. “And here.” He moved the hand slowly downwards, shuddering at the touch.

“Are you… are you well enough, Sys?”

“Oh, yess. I’ve never felt sso good. Pleesse don’t make me wait any longer. I hurt, Dee. I ache for you.”

Dee took Sys’ face between his hands. “Know this. I love you with all my heart, and I always will. I’ll never hurt you and I’ll never leave you. I’ll take care of you, and Luke, with the last ounce of strength in my body. I’ll protect you with my life if I have to. When I’m not with you, you’re the only thing on my mind. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to take you in my arms…” His voice cracked and Sys gripped his hand tightly.

“I know. Of coursse I know, and you know that I wanted it too.”

“Yes, but… It wasn’t time, Sys. Things were moving too fast and I… I needed time. But when… when Luke... When the egg came and then when Luke - hatched… I can’t describe the way I felt when I first looked into that little face: so sweet, so helpless, so like yours. I couldn’t have felt more if he’d been my own son.”

“He iss, Dee, if you’ll have him. If you’ll have uss, we are both yourss.”

“Oh, I want it, Sys. Believe me, I want it.”

“Then take it.” Sys let his eyes flutter closed and his head fall back, baring his throat to Dee. Shaking desperately, Dee bent to kiss it softly. His heart thudded as he felt Sys shiver under him.

“Dee?”

“Uh Huh?”

“Touch me with your tentacles.”

“Are you sure? People seem to have a… Humans; aliens… no one seems to like them.”

“I like them, Dee.”

As Dee raised himself slightly, Sys felt the unbelievably strange sensation of Dee’s abdomen beginning to writhe against him. The tentacles snaked out, wrapping around Sys’ body as Dee’s plaits unwound themselves and wrapped around Sys’ neck and shoulders. Moaning softly, Sys arched his back and let his lips fall open, as Dee’s mouth found his.

The sensations of the tentacles roving over his body, Dee’s hands in his hair, and Dee’s hair whipping lightly over his face and shoulders, were incredible, beyond anything Sys had experienced before.

“Oh Dee, Dee,” he moaned. “More, more.”

“Do you want this, Sys? Do you truly want it? All of it?”

“All. Everyththing… Everyththing,” he panted.

Dee raised himself higher, supporting himself on his arms. His hair billowed around him and flicked lightly over Sys’s face, forcing him to keep his eyes closed. Sys moaned louder, as the warm, sensitive tentacles wrapped themselves around his arms, pinning them to the bed, on either side of his head. He jumped when the tip of one pressed against his lips but he opened readily and a sigh blew across Dee’s skin.

Raised above him, Dee watched his tentacles exploring Sys’s face and body and was more aroused than he had ever been. Sys was so delicate, so beautiful and so… willing. Sys bit gently on the tentacle that was exploring his mouth and Dee closed his eyes and whimpered his need.

“Am I hurting you?” Sys whispered, the sound vibrating against the tentacle and making Dee jerk and shudder.

“Oh God no; no you’re not hurting me. Bite harder.” Sys complied and began caressing the hyper sensitive tip with his tongue. Dee moaned, deeply. Can I… are you sure that you’re okay if…?”

“Mmm… Mmm…”

The questing tentacles moved lower. Withdrawing from Sys’ mouth, Dee replaced it with his tongue and, this time, raised his hips. Sys gasped, as the writhing tentacles spilled over his thighs, drawing them apart while others…

Sys arched his back sharply, and moaned, deep in this throat. “Is that okay?”

“Mmm… Mmm…” Sys panted and bucked wildly as the tip of two tentacles gently probed, simultaneously, the tip of his penis and his anus.

“Is this what you want?” Dee raised his head and looked down into Sys’ flushed face. He was panting desperately, bucking and flinging his head from side to side.

Barely able to speak, Sys hissed, “Yessssss. Do it. Do it.”

“I won’t hurt you?”

In response, Sys thrust up his hips and stifled a scream by biting into Dee’s shoulder as he was double penetrated. Dee yipped from the sharp sting of Sys’ teeth puncturing his skin, but the crazy sensations thrumming through his tentacles was taking him to a place way beyond where it mattered, or even truly registered.

Sys’ body was twisting and thrashing, mewling sounds coming from his gaping mouth, but this time, Dee wasn’t asking if he was okay, because, truthfully, he didn’t really care. All he cared about was withdrawing some of his tentacles and replacing them with his own throbbing cock. He didn’t think about lubrication, protection, or anything else. Hell, he was one alien fucking another, and he had no idea how they were going to fit or feel or work.

A brief moment of unease flew through his mind. What if they weren’t… compatible? But it was brief because, even as it formed in his mind he was thrusting deeply into Sys and Sys was rising off the bed, his back bent in an impossible arc, his shoulders only just touching the pillows. Dee’s hair and some of his tentacles slid under him to support him as, steadying himself with his hands on Sys’ hips he thrust deeper and deeper, feeling his own orgasm beginning to build.

Something was happening inside Sys too. Something was pulsing and throbbing and… opening. Quite suddenly something, a sheath of muscle, gripped him firmly and sucked him deeper into Sys’s body. Dee’s first instinct might have been to pull away but at that moment his orgasm took control of him and he slammed into Sys, as every tentacle became instantly hyper sensitive and every inch of him flushed with blood, as he began to shake.

The strange muscles inside Sys contracted strongly, sending Dee over the edge into an orgasm more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced before. His entire body, including his tentacles, convulsed and he screamed, unable to stop the sound being torn from his lips.

However, if the experience was intense for him, it was nothing to what was happening to Sys. Thrusting upwards, so powerfully he literally lifted Dee off the bed, his body went rigid and shook with such powerful convulsions that Dee’s first thought was that he was having some kind of seizure. However, as Dee’s orgasm sent strings of pearly white cum into Sys’s belly, the same powerful muscles that had ground down on his cock, clenched so hard that Dee bit back a yell of pain and then, just as powerfully expelled him, almost throwing him off, and Sys went limp.

“Fuck, Sys, Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Are you..?”

Sys opened dazed eyes and smiled lazily at Dee. “Oh wow, wow. Ththank you Dee.”

“Thank me? Hell, Sys, it’s been way, way too long since I… Fuck, I’ve never experienced anything like that, never.”

Sys blushed delicately and Dee had to kiss him; he was just too damned beautiful.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, though, darling, but it’s not going to be like that every time is it? I don’t think my nerves could stand it.”

Sys smiled seductively. “No, it won’t be like that every time. I wass… I got carried away because it wass sso good and…” He sighed. “I think maybe that I am a bit… open. Ussually that only happenss when we are… um… making young.”

“What?” Dee sat up, startled.

“There’ss part of uss ththat openss when we want to conceive. It usualy sstayss clossed. When it openss it draws the phaluss into a spessial chamber that takesss the ssperm and ussess it to make the egg.”

“Oh my God. I haven’t…? We didn’t..?”

“No, Dee. I don’t ththink I can withth you. To make me fertile and able to make ththe egg from the ssperm I have to be injected during the act by the venom of my mate. Withthout the venom I can’t make the egg. We’re ssafe but…” Suddenly he looked so sad that Dee was pierced with a sharp needle of grief.

Tenderly, Dee brushed the bright turquoise hair away from his eyes. “It’s okay. I understand. Trust me, darling, I never thought I’d be a father. Hell, I didn’t think I’d ever find a mate, let alone have a child with them. I know that, technically Luke isn’t mine, but I was here for his birth and he looks so like the love of my life, that I’ll love him as much as I love you. I don’t care if we can’t have other children; you two are enough for me.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. And I’m so glad that you’re not going to suck the sperm right out of me every time we make love. I’m rather fond of the idea of letting it get outside my body before it’s consumed.”

Sys smiled. “I have other ththingss to try ththough, Dee. Don’t get too complassent.”

“God forbid.”

“Nexsst time, maybe we sshould try to be a bit… quieter, though. We could have woken Luke.”

“If he slept through that, he’ll sleep through anything,” Dee said, with a smile, looking over the side of the bed to where Luke was fast asleep, one little fist in his mouth, the other hand under his cheek. Dee’s smile turned soft. “He’s so beautiful, Sys; so like his father.

Turning back towards Sys, Dee lightly ran his fingers over his chest and belly, making him shiver.

“You’re beautiful too, Dee. I love… I love…” Instead of speaking, Sys illustrated his words by sliding his fingers along one of the soft, twitching tentacles and raising it to his lips. Kissing the sensitive tip, he watched Dee’s eyes flutter closed and smiled at the deep shudder that ran through him.

“Ah, Sys, it’s been such a long time since I dared even show my true self to anyone, let alone have someone love me for it.”

Sys frowned. “I can’t undersstand. You’re beautiful; all of you, every little bit.”

“And that’s another reason I love you.”

Sys sighed contentedly as Dee’s tentacles wrapped protectively around him, while his hand caressed his face and combed through his hair. His eyes locked with Dee’s until they fluttered gently closed and he fell asleep, hissing softly with pleasure.

When he woke, it was beginning to get light. The bed next to him was cold and empty. Fear stabbed through his heart and, when he leaned over the side of the bed to find the basket empty, it stabbed harder.

Throwing back the covers, he leaped out of bed and winced, still sore from the night before. If it hadn’t been for the fear, he would have paused to smile at the memory.

There was no light in the living room, other than from the fire that was lit in the fireplace. Outside, a storm raged, throwing itself against the windows as if trying to break through, and melting the last of the snow. Over the noise of lashing rain he heard a soft, crooning sound, punctuated with giggles.

Sys crept silently across the floor, until he was able to see the rug in front of the fire. Luke was lying on his back on a blanket, his legs and arms waving in the air. Dee, stretched out beside him, shielding him from the heat of the fire, was teasing him, dangling little pieces of meat over him, as he swiped vaguely and giggled, until Dee dropped them into his mouth.

Sensing his presence, Dee looked up and smiled. The smile was blurred through the tender tears that threatened to blind him.

“He woke up, hungry,” Dee said softly. “You were so tired last night that I didn’t want to wake you.”

Grinning foolishly, Sys dropped to the floor and tickled the baby’s tummy. Luke instantly turned towards Sys, recognising his father, and reached for him. Sys sat up and lifted Luke, to cradle the little one in his arms. Luke reached grabbed handfuls of Sys’ hair, tugging. Sys laughed and bent his head to kiss the little face.

“He’s perfect, Sys,” Dee breathed. “You both are.”

Looking up, Sys smiled gently, the fire reflecting in his eyes. For the first time in his life, Dee felt completely content.