Cuddlefish - 8. 08

The Sepida was frozen, staring at a tank that took up most of one wall. Two sharks circled within, cutting smoothly through the water. Their eyes were like large, shiny, black buttons. Teeth filled their mouths so much that some stuck forward. The sign below them announced they were short-finned mako sharks.

"Baby hasserack!" Pip said, his voice shaking as much as his body. His gaze darted around the room. "Where mommy? Mommy eat you! Baby mean. Bite, bite, bite anything moves. Mommy…Mommy big, big. Mommy grouchy."

Pip was terrified. He hadn't even been that scared with the Hunnars chasing him down. Juvenile hasserack were crazy. They snapped at anything and everything. They even ate their own brothers and sisters. Their massive mother stayed with a brood until they lost their instinct to stay together and swam off to begin a more solitary life. The mother spent most of her time pushing her children apart to keep them from killing each other. The young's nippy tendencies didn't stop with their siblings or prey. They chomped their mother, as well, whenever she was close enough. The juvenile hasserack would then be roughly knocked away, which would curb their enthusiasm for biting their mother for only a short time.

It left hasserack mothers more than slightly ill-tempered and more than happy to take those feelings out on anyone unlucky or foolish enough to wander near.

"We're gonna need a bigger boat," Pip whispered.

Pipolphi's eyes went to Zane, his sweet human, who was already so precious to him. The hasserack mother could come smashing through the glass at any moment. Pip couldn't let Zane get hurt. There were no Nubra here. The Sepida would have to lead the danger away.

Pip stood straight and tall, pulling his hand from Zane's. The Sepida's skin swirled in a challenge display. Red to white, then orange to white, then red again.

"Hasserack!" Pip said loudly, waving hands that were nearly lost in the long, drooping sleeves. Then the Sepida bolted from the room like his ass was on fire, arms still in the air, one of them still holding on to Zane's hand.

"Pip!" Zane called out as he kept up with the Sepida's fast pace. They stopped when they reached a dead-end, one of the last exhibits, one featuring miscellaneous sea slugs and the other featuring exclusively nudibranchs. The tall human held the Sepida in his arms as he tried to calm him down. "Hey," he said softly. "It's ok. The sharks can't get to us through the glass…"

Pipolphi nearly wept with relief when his saw the tank inhabitants. He muttered a heartfelt thanks to any god that might be listening. The Sepida tucked himself into a corner between two tanks with brightly-colored nudibranchs moving slowly inside, sliding over rocks and coral. Pip pulled Zane down to sit with him, pushing until they were safe between tanks of gayly-colored invertebrates.

The human began to carefully rub Pip's back in small circles. "Are you ok?" He asked, the worried tone in his voice further pronounced as it fell an octave.

Pip nodded so vigorously the hood spilled forward to hide his elfin face entirely, which seemed to have been cycling between gray and pink. The alien shoved the cloth back so he could see.

"I'm not gonna die here," Pipolphi told the gymnast. "Hasserack piss pants see Tilly family."

Pip pointed at a nudibranch in the tank next to him. It was black with bright reddish-orange spots. There were two black antennae… things on its head that were shaped oddly like rabbit ears. Two-thirds of the way down the little creature's body were two appendages that looked a bit like bushes or stubby trees with a wide trunk and feathery black on the tips instead of leaves. It was pretty if weird-looking.

"The nudibranch?" Zane asked. "And who's this Tilly you keep going on about?"

Pip nibbled his lip, his skin turning a pale creamy orange as he tried to find the right words in English. He finally ventured, singing softly, "Cuz you gotta have friends?"

"Oh, so she's your friend?" the human mused aloud. "And the nudibranch reminds you of her…" For a moment, he simply held the Sepida to him. "Want to go back home?"

"Go? No!" Pip clung to the gymnast's broad chest. "Stay. Safe here. Tilly family make hasserack scream like little girls and run away with their tail between their legs." He pointed to the floor in front of them. "Safe." He pointed to the exit of the room. "Chomp, chomp, chomp."

"I promise that the sharks can't get to us," Zane vowed. "We won't be chomped. If we go now, we can be far, far away from them."

"Sharks? No chomp?"

The gymnast gave the Sepida what he hoped was a reassuring grin. "Sharks won't chomp," he affirmed.

"Baby hasserack chomp. Mommy chomp." Pip frowned. "Why you have hasserack here? You people are nuts! Nuttier than a fruitcake!"

"Well, over here the sharks have a purpose," the taller man tried to explain. "They are part of a food chain of nature...they provide balance."

"Balance eat your face," Pip muttered.

"Not here, they won't," Zane replied as he stood up and held a hand out to the Sepida. "Trust me."

"No, stay here? See all pretty Tillies?" Pip looked hopeful, eyeing the tanks and wondering if they could get into any of them. Safest would be in the water with little Nubra climbing all over them. The Sepida sighed when he saw Zane's worried face, worried about Pip, not rampaging hasserack-No. Sharks. They weren't hasserack any more than the cuttlefish were Sepida or the little beings in the tanks above him were Nubra. Pip slumped, letting the hood hide his eyes. "Stupid is as stupid does," he murmured.

The human knelt down to take hold of Pip's face in his hands. "Hey, it's not your fault. You're on a strange planet with animals that look like your kind but aren't. I'm beginning to think it was a bad idea to show you the main land…"

"But, but, snow cones!" Pipolphi said indignantly, allowing himself to be drawn to his feet.

Zane tugged Pip into a tight hug. "I think today we should definitely have you try some chocolates...Godiva, even," he murmured. "Might make you feel better."

"Better than sex?" the Sepida asked, childlike wonder in his voice.

"How about both, then?" Zane suggested. "You can judge for yourself."

Pip changed his coloring to something more human and very nearly dragged his human from the aquarium. It was difficult for the alien to keep from flickering blue and yellow, but he held on. Pipolphi bounced on his bright flip-flops as Zane bought an assortment of chocolates from a sweet-smelling shop that was on the way to the dock with the jet-ski. The woman behind the counter gave a gentle, tinkling laugh at what she thought was a teenaged boy who was a bit on the small side.

"Aren't you just the cutest?" the woman said as she finished putting together their bag of goodies.

"I am cutest?" Pip asked, looking perplexed.

"Yup, a cutie-pie," the woman said with a giggle, giving him a little, wrapped bonbon because she couldn't resist. She winked at Zane. "Watch out for your little brother. Pretty soon he's going to be beating the women off with a stick." She giggled again as Zane paid and waved goodbye as the small brass bell tinkled as they left.

Pip held the chocolate in his hand but seemed to have forgotten it, for the moment. "Stick?" Pip asked, pointing to a scraggly bush nearby.

"It's a figure of speech," Zane explained. "She just said you were handsome."

Pip shook his head, grabbing Zane's hand to continue urging him to the dock. "Humans nuttier than a fruitcake," the human thought he heard Pipolphi say under his breath.

Once the two of them mounted the jet-ski, Zane once again gently tugged Pip's arms around him. "Ready?" He asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Pip said excitedly, clinging to the gymnast's back and plastering himself as close as possible to his human.

Zane couldn't help but grin like a giddy schoolgirl as they took off on the jet-ski and the Sepida clung harder to him. Pip wasn't scared this time. He was happy, exhilarated. He was clinging to his human hottie with the odd machine vibrating beneath him. Vibrating in a very distracting way. The sensation seemed to roll up from under him wherever he touched the jet-ski. It tingled against his calves, his thighs, and higher. Pip buried his face in Zane's back, moaning so softly it couldn't be heard over the roar of the motor.

But, the human certainly felt the warmth behind him. When they got back, he lifted the Sepida into his arms as soon as they were indoors and gave him a kiss. "How are you feeling, Pip? Feel better?"

"So better," the alien hummed, wrapping his arms around the big man. "Want you. Vroom thing makes me crazy."

Zane chuckled. "The vibrations of the jet-ski?" He mused aloud. "Hmm, what exactly do you want of me Pip? Try telling me with words."

"Hnnn," Pipolphi whined. "I wanna be on you," the Sepida began breathlessly, having trouble finding the phrases in English he needed. "Mmm, fuck like minks and live happily ever after?" Pip petted Zane's cheek and looked into his eyes. "You should be kissed, and often, by someone who knows how." Pip captured his human's lips and pressed his body close, frustrated by the clothes between them.

"Mmm, yes, that's quite nice," Zane responded as he wrapped his arms around Pip, unwilling to let him move back. "Why don't we take some of that chocolate with us to the bedroom? Have you taste it there."

"Yes," Pip cooed happily, then nuzzled under Zane's chin. "Love my Zay. Love, love."

The human grinned widely as he once again lifted the Sepida into his arms, bridal style that time, and then walked them over to the bedroom. When he settled Pip down on the center of the bed, he fished for a decadent dark chocolate truffle from the bag and handed it to him. "Have a little taste while I get out of these clothes…"

The treat wasn't wrapped, sitting in Pipolphi's palm. It was round and brown, smelling sweet with a tiny hint of bitterness. Pip hazarded a lick but didn't get much of a taste since it was too fast to melt any of the chocolate onto his tongue. It intrigued the Sepida, though. It didn't taste bad, so far. He didn't have any tingling or burning on his tongue, which seemed a good sign that he didn't have an allergy to chocolate. Pip hummed softly, enjoying the show of his human baring himself. All those lean, muscled lines that made Pipolphi's mouth water. The alien nipped a bit off the rounded side of the truffle, pretending he was nibbling the sweet curve of Zane's backside. Pip rolled the chocolate on his tongue, ready to spit it out if his body reacted badly. His eyes widened as the sweet began to melt, allowing the flavor to spread across his tongue.

"Mmmmm," Pipolphi moaned softly.

At the sound of Pip's melodious voice falling into sultrier tones, Zane's shaft quite literally hardened further before their very eyes, curving upwards along the way. "W-We should get you out of those clothes, as well…" he murmured aloud as he reached over to gently unzip the Sepida's hoodie.

Pipolphi took a larger bite of the truffle, making soft yummy noises as he allowed his human to draw the sleeves down his arms. Zane pressed kisses to warm skin as it was revealed. There was the curve of a shoulder that flowed into the length of upper arm that became the bend of and elbow, then the forearm, the slender wrist, a palm, and delicate fingers. All drew the attention of the taller man's lips, causing Pip's head to fall back as rich sweetness seemed to bloom across his tongue.

The Sepida hadn't realized he'd still been holding his human coloring but felt when it fell away. Pip had been holding such careful control of his chromatophores and iridophores that relaxing that control drew a gasp from his throat. His skin tingled pleasantly as it flowed with shades of blue that rippled over his flesh.

"Beautiful," the human whispered in reverence as he finally managed to toss the hoodie aside. "Do you like the taste of chocolate?" he asked as he lifted the hem of Pip's tank up and pressed a kiss to his stomach.

"I like chocolate," Pip hummed. "Love you," he added, popping the last of the chocolate in his mouth. He squirmed slightly, the pleasure in his mouth seeming to link with the touch of Zane's lips on his skin. It wasn't an unhappy movement, more like the delicious sensations bubbled out to his muscles and forced him to move.

Zane couldn't help but smile wider when his fingers trailed along the Sepida's live hair as he tugged the shirt off. For a moment, it was as if they wanted to keep his hands in place. He kept one hand threaded within them, gently stroking the follicles as his other hand undid the string on Pip's pants.

The little alien thrust his hips upward, ass lifting from the bed as the fabric pooled loosely around his body. His hardness was obvious, tenting the oversized shorts. The Sepida's hair tentacles wound around itself and Zane's fingers. It wasn't tight, not yet binding into a lascivious braid of arousal.

The human wasted no time in tugging the pants off. With both of them free from clothes, he draped himself over the Sepida and sought Pip's lips. Every time he kissed the Sepida, he realized just how addicted he was to his warmth and touch.

Pipolphi made soft, eager noises, holding as much of his lover as he could, though his arms didn't wrap far around the broad, muscled back. Their differences in height meant that while they were face to face, Pip's groin was well above Zane's. It didn't stop the Sepida from rubbing his hard length against the warm, muscled abdomen.

"Zay," Pip gasped against the human's lips.

As they pulled away, the human was left with a slight taste of the chocolate truffles that the smaller man had eaten but a moment before. "You taste far better than chocolates to me," Zane murmured as he gave a gentle nip to Pip's webbed ear.

{"Zay, please. I want you,"} Pipolphi said in his native tongue. {"Want you to touch me. Make me feel…} His words broke off in a gasp as the human nibbled Pip's throat.

For Zane, it was amazing how certain inflections in Pip's trilling came off just as wanton and sexy as any other language he'd ever heard. "No idea what you just said," He gasped as his hands slid up and down the Sepida's side, marveling at the changes in color. "But, I want to touch you all over...bury myself inside you…"

"Inside," Pipolphi said with a gasp. His slender hand slipped between them to grasp Zane's hardened length. "Please… Inside."

Zane felt his own shaft pulse against Pip's hand as if it were in complete agreement with the petite man. He nodded and quickly set about slicking the Sepida's entrance and making his way inside. Though he tried to do it slowly, the squirming of his partner did not make it an easy task. "Are you ok?" He asked worriedly when their movements caused him to slip in the rest of the way faster than he had intended.

"Ok. Very, very ok," Pip assured. It had felt amazing. There had been a stretch, a pull, and then Pipolphi was deliciously full, so full. It made the Sepida's hair tentacles twist and writhe, twining together.

Zane dove down for another kiss as relief coursed through him. Their first time had been a bit scary since Pip couldn't outright say that he wasn't injured or hurt. Things were different now that the gymnast had affirmations. The taller man gently grinded against his lover's prostate, which was larger than a human's, to see what sounds he could draw forth from the beautiful blue alien.

Pipolphi squeaked and clung to his much bigger lover. A wanton, clicking trill fell from his lips, the tone ascending as Pip writhed in bliss. If the little alien hadn't been utterly lost in desire, he would have turned a mortified mustard color knowing that a nice Sepida boy, like Pip had always tried to be, could make such a naughty call. Luckily, Pipolphi didn't notice his lustful cries. His body felt heavy with pleasure, braids tight and wrapping across one of Zane's shoulders to join the Sepida's and legs in their efforts to be as close as possible to the well-muscled human.

One of the gymnast's long arms easily reached up to cradle Pip's scalp, fingers digging and rubbing carefully into the skin. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He asked into one of the webbed ears. "Just how sensitive is your scalp?" He prompted as his fingers gently pinched the base of some of his hair strands and then stroked alongside them.

Pipolphi turned a deep, rich sapphire, his body throbbing as he tightened down on Zane's, muscle contractions rippling up and down around the human's rigid length as Pip keened his pleasure, body thrumming with it.

"Ok!" Pip shouted. "Yes, ok! More ok!"

Zane would have laughed if he wasn't preoccupied with the sensations of the Sepida clinging to him in more ways than one. "Just let me know…" He insisted as he slowly pulled out and back in. "If there's anything you don't like, Pip. Just tell me 'no.'" That being said, he began to rock into the heated depths at a measured pace that almost immediately shifted into a faster rhythm.

Pipolphi felt like he was losing his mind. His skin was so sensitive, every rub of Zane's warmth against his body sent bursts of pleasure straight to his core. Pip's length was achingly hard, slick with his own pre-come where it pressed against the gymnast's stomach.

"Zay!"

The Sepida's body flexed and rolled beneath Zane, slamming the human deeper, harder, and faster inside him as the little alien trilled and gasped beneath him.

Once again, Zane became lost in their movements. He shifted his hold on the smaller man so that he could drive himself even deeper inside. As much as he tried his best not to be too rough, the human was no longer aware of just how hard he thrusted into the Sepida. Every trill and moan caused the gymnast to lose himself further and further into the rampant lust. The human's skin tingled deliciously where the seeds of the Sepida's pre-come streaked his tan skin. It seemed to heat up the human's skin, his blood.

Pipolphi wailed, his body shuddering as, from one moment to the next, he came. It felt like his body turned molten with pleasure, and his vision went in streamers of white and gray. The little alien clung to Zane, holding tight as the orgasm seemed to go on and on.

The human had never experienced such an intense release. Considering the fact that the odd couple had been making love frequently, Zane didn't think he had much of anything left. Yet, there he was, spurting every last drop into the Sepida as if Pip's body were a magnet.

"Gods," Zane groaned as he heaved in breaths of air. He had a feeling that his next few orgasms would be dry ones. "Pip, you're amazing."

Pipolphi hummed softly, happily. His fingers traced contented patterns on Zane's skin; invisible shapes meant to ward away evil and protect the person. The Sepida's skin tingled pleasantly where his own seed was smeared across skin that was fading from blue to green.

Pip frowned, the green of his flesh still there but not as bright. If the Sepida's skin was tingling, he'd released a decent dose of aphrodisiac. Probably even in Pip's pre-come. Among the Sepida's people, the vigorous sex they'd had would satisfy the push of hormones and chemicals. Pipolphi wasn't sure about the people on this planet, though. There were some species that had a bad reaction to such amounts, even if not ingested. It had been beyond careless for Pip to lose control like that.

He couldn't stop all release of aphrodisiac, but he could certainly limit it and did. All little Sepida were taught to do so. It limited accidental orgies or even injuries. Zane had taken Pip's control and shattered it like a dandelion puff caught in a hurricane. But it had felt so good, so right. Even if Pipolphi could do it over again, and hopefully he'd get the chance, Pip wasn't sure he'd be able to control himself better a second time.

"Zay?" the little alien asked, rubbing his human's muscled shoulder. "I come all over the damn place. You… Hm. Hmm… You not gone crazy? Not going to fall upon me like a beast to steal virtue? Zay brainpan not cracked?"

Zane frowned at Pip's choice of words. "Steal virtue?" He murmured to himself for a moment before realizing what the Sepida meant. "Oh, you mean the aphrodisiac?" He looked down at the mess the two of them made. "I feel ok. I mean, I came harder than usual, and it felt fantastic. But, it doesn't feel like I'm on Viagra or anything. We could go another round if you wanted to, but we could also take a nap instead, so, I guess that's normal for me."

The Sepida blinked his liquid, turquoise eyes slowly, trying to work through Zane's words. The gymnast seemed alright. It was hard for Pip to tell since they weren't the same species. The buff human certainly didn't seem to be having a severe reaction. That made Pipolphi feel quite a bit better. However, the little alien had a responsibility. Pip had accidentally dosed Zane. The Sepida wouldn't leave the poor human wanting if the effects of Pip's pesky natural chemicals left Zane in need.

"Need more ok, Zay?" Pipolphi asked sweetly, cupping Zane, not entirely soft yet, in his small hand.

A sensual smile formed on the taller man's face. "Sure, I could go for one more round," He admitted as he gave the Sepida a rather lurid kiss. "What about you, Pip? Do you want to continue?"

"Continue," Pipolphi purred, rolling the word on his tongue, stretching it into something exotic with his unusual accent. The Sepida smiled, thinking that it was hardly a chore to bring his human lover pleasure again to relieve Zane's need. Pip had a passing thought that he should feel bad about accidentally drugging his lover. The other man didn't seem upset, though. On the contrary, the human seemed happy. It made Pip's skin swirl in shades of blue as the alien's slender fingers stroked up and down Zane's length.

Zane shook his head. "Oh, no...not just me," He urged as he shifted them so that the Sepida sat on his lap and he was able to take hold of Pip's shaft, as well. "What would you like, Pip? I could bottom for you if you'd ever wish it."

"Bottom?" the Sepida asked, patting his own deliciously curved backside as his skin swirled with shades of questioning yellow.

"Though I guess I'd have to explain to you what a condom is and how to use it first…" Zane mumbled aloud as he thought. "In any case, however you want to do it, I'm up for it. So, what do you think?"

Pip was having trouble deciphering Zane's English, so he went back to the one word he was pretty sure he understood. Especially when he could feel how hard his human was again. Pipolphi slid from Zane's lap onto his hands and knees in front of the bigger man. The Sepida curved his back, practically presenting his ass to Zane.

"Bottom?" Pip asked, gazing at the gymnast over his shoulder, hints of aroused blue edging the swirls of yellow painting the alien's skin.

The Adam's apple on Zane's neck bobbed as he swallowed hard. The mere sight of the Sepida in that position seemed to cause more blood to flow south than he could have imagined. "Right. Yes," he responded as he moved to kneel between the petite man's legs. "I'll explain reverse positions another time."

The human wasted no time in working his way back into the Sepida's heated entrance. One of his large hands slid up Pip's curved spine until his entire arm was all but engulfed in colorful, active hair strands. "So beautiful…" he muttered aloud. He couldn't help but marvel at the shifting colors that created different patterns all the time.

Beautiful. Pip knew that word. It seemed a perfect description for what they were doing, what they were together. It was in the sensation of Zane filing him, the touch of warm skin, the emotions and pleasure that played out in dancing colors on the Sepida's skin. It was beautiful.

"Yes," Pip agreed in his soft, lilting voice, then shoved his body back, taking all of Zane deep and hard.

As the two of them began yet another dance in discovering more about one another's bodies, not many other words were exchanged between them vocally. The words were, instead, communicated through their movements, their moans, and the sharing of pleasure. At some point in their activities, Zane tugged the Sepida against the front of his chest so that the two of them were in a kneeling position. He continued to piston into the Sepida's warmth as one of his hands kept Pip in place against his chest, and the other took hold of the alien's already familiar shaft to stroke it along the way.

"Zay!" Pip gasped, rolling his body sinuously, taking the thick length deeper inside him, and then thrusting into Zane's wonderful grasp. Over and over, until he lost the rhythm. Pipolphi shuddered, crying out as he spilled himself into his human's stroking hands. The Sepida controlled his body, keeping himself from giving his lover another dose of aphrodisiac.

After the initial warmth of the spray of the Sepida's seed on his hand, the tingling inner sensation that Zane had felt previously did not accompany it. Later on, he would wonder why and when Pip's body released those aphrodisiac chemicals. But, at that moment, his mind was blissfully clear of anything other than the pleasure of releasing deep inside his lover.

"Pip!" the human hissed as he came. That particular time, he didn't release as much fluid as usual. If he were to compare his current orgasm to the last one, he knew the previous one to be more intense and less controlled. But, the intensity level didn't matter to him as much as the intimacy of holding the Sepida against him. The warmth shared between them was irreplaceable to him.

Pipolphi went limp in his lover's arms, eyelids fluttering over those alien, pupil-less turquoise orbs.

"Zay," Pip said softly, beginning to fall asleep before Zane had a chance to lower the colorful alien to the blankets. "Love, Zay," the Sepida whispered, his breathing becoming slow and even as he passed out trustingly in his human's arms.

Zane felt as if a hand had gently squeezed his heart at the soft confession. He pressed a kiss to the top of the Sepida's head and rearranged them both so that they laid down more comfortably. Once there, with the warmth of the petite man against him, the gymnast couldn't deny that he felt the same.

"Love you too, Pip," he whispered before closing his eyes to also rest.