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Tentacles

By: MasterNoah



Cherry’s day had been perfect. Her fiancé, a wonderful man, had taken her out to dinner at a classy restaurant, giving Cherry the perfect excuse to dress in her sexy black skirt, matching black heels and garter, and a low cut top that showed off her cleavage. She’d had a wonderful time teasing her fiancé and the male half of the restaurant.

Cherry smiled to herself. Tease? Yes, she teased, but she also enjoyed being ravished by her man as soon as they got back to his place. She could still feel him, touching her, holding her. If she had any complaint, it was that he was /too/ good: he wouldn’t know an uncomplicated fuck if it came and bit him in the ass. 

“Definitely something I’m going to need him to work on…” Cherry thought before giggling. “Hopefully he’ll take his time learning.”

Her windows were down as she made her way home. Her fiancé’s apartment had been closer to the restaurant, and Cherry had insisted she drive herself. She regretted the decision now: it was pitch black out in the forest roads. Their homes were only 6 miles apart, but 4 of those miles were through unlit back roads, poorly paved and away from civilization.

Suddenly, a light flashed in the distance, and the ground beneath the vehicle shuddered. The sound of falling wood split the air, followed by the horrible sound of concrete breaking just in front of Cherry’s car. She could see by the lights of her car chunks of concrete flying through the air, but it was too close to avoid. She hit the gap while trying to swerve aside, but ended up spilling her car off the road to careen into a ditch. “Fuck!” Cherry screamed, more aggravated than scared. Her seatbelt had kept her from harm, and when she was angry she could ignore everything else.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it.” Cherry muttered as she hopped out of the car. “What was that?” She wondered to herself. The light had looked like something straight out of a war movie, a bomb falling from the sky. Looking back, she could see a line of felled shrubs and trees, all the way to the road. It look like a bulldozer had just pushed through the line of trees until it struck the road full force, tearing up huge chunks. The only problem was, there had been no bulldozer, and she didn’t see any object at all.

Curious, and still a little angry, she followed the path of destruction back into the darkness of the woods, a flashlight from her glove compartment in her hand. To her surprise, after a minute or so of walking (And being grateful there were no shrubs or plants still up to snag her clothing), she emerged into a clearing suffused with an orange light. 

Blinking to clear her vision, Cherry surveyed her surroundings. A near perfect oval of destruction sat before her, broken only by the path Cherry had walked through. To Cherry, it was obvious as to what happen. A satellite had fallen and crashed into the Earth, and it’s momentum and forced had extended even after the object had been destroyed.

She would have blamed a meteor, but there, in the center of the oval, sat a piece of forged metal, dome shaped. “Bloody NASA…” Cherry muttered angrily. “I ought to send them the bill for my car.” Still angry, she turned to head back to her car and her waiting cell phone.

Before she could take two steps, a slight hissing sound stopped her, followed by the sensation of something strong wrapping around her leg. She shrieked and kicked out with her trapped leg, trying to push away whatever had gotten hold of it.

Something else wrapped around her free leg, something snake like and incredibly powerful. Cherry screamed and writhed, but they had her firmly caught. More tendrils found her, some with tiny barbs that caught in Cherry’s clothes and tore it away. Her hands were trapped behind her head, and one tentacle was around her waist before she even began to understand what was happening to her.

A mass of pink tentacles emerged from the earth around where the metal piece lay. Cherry couldn’t see the source of them: they seemed to come straight out of the ground. They held her, lifted her into the air, the smaller, barbed tentacles feeling her body until only her shoes remained intact.

Cherry was horrified and frightened, too frightened even to scream at first. Then, two of the slimmer tentacles found her nipples and latched on with tiny suction cups. Cherry screamed out and writhed her body, but not entirely because of disgust. Something had sunk into her skin, some liquid that caused Cherry’s body to light up with lust and was warring with her body’s fight-or-flight response. When the tentacles on her breasts pinched slightly, Cherry exclaimed in pleasure and lust.

Whatever it was that overpowered Cherry’s mind to let the things playing with her breasts pass was not strong enough to strop Cherry’s response when something brushed across her crotch. She screamed then, all pleasure forgotten. Her cries split the night, roused bird from their slumber and sent them flying.

The tentacles hesitated for a moment. “Great, it can hear. Fuck, I want down!” She thought as she paused for breath. The instant she opened her mouth to scream again, a tentacle forced its way passed Cherry’s lips, pushing part way down her throat, making Cherry gag. A strange fluid filled Cherry’s mouth, more of the aphrodisiac that had made her enjoy the breast manipulation. 

This time, when the tentacle brushed past her womanhood, Cherry arched her back, pressing tighter against it, wanting more contact. Her body thrummed mindlessly with desire. She needed pleasure, needed to be filled. By what didn’t matter at that point.

If her mouth was not still filled, she would have cried out in triumph when the first inch of the tentacle probed into her. She jerked her body, pushing it in deeper, deeper, and the tentacle responded by thrusting vicious into her, making her cry out again and again as it worked it’s way into her. 

Cherry’s fiancé's member was the largest thing she’d ever had inside of her. He was impressive, thick and long, but this… the thing was as thick as a pop can, and could probe her deeper than any normal thing. It had ridges, so with each pass her clit was hit, followed by her g-spot. 

Any reservation was lost when she came. Her body jerked in pleasure, her vision blurred until she saw stars. It was minutes before she could focus again, and even then she just rode on wave after wave of pleasure.

The tentacles shuddered then, and Cherry felt herself stretched wider than ever before as something passed from the tentacle into her. She was only barely aware of it at the time, and the tentacle’s rapid withdrawal made her come again, gasping in fatigue and loss. The tentacles set her on the ground, and Cherry fell asleep, exhausted, her body jerking with the after effects of the aphrodisiac.

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Cherry woke some time later in the hospital. She was told that she had crashed her car and had been found some time later by a passerby. Apparently part of the road had collapsed because poor construction, and had caused the accident. Cherry had a slight concussion, they had said, and she was lucky she had been wearing her seatbelt.

Bemused, Cherry sat on the bed, letting the information sink in. Had it all been a dream? Just her imagination? Why had she imagined something so bizarre, and why did the memory of it still excite her? Cherry closed her eyes. Stuff like that only happened in cheap Hentai, animated porn. A small laughed escaped Cherry’s lips. What a thought…

“Oh…” Said the nurse as she began to leave the room. “We had to check your yesterday. You’re pregnant, did you know that? Congrats.”

Cherry was silent as the door closed, leaving her alone. Or at least as alone as she could be.

Tentacles



It always amazed me how the simplest of things could change your life. Turn left instead of going right, hit the brakes instead of the gas, dress for a party instead of work, or, in my case, accidentally take the wrong pill. I had been working for a new company; I am a financial consultant and general troubleshooter for big businesses, when this occurred.

It began, truthfully, with another car running a red light. The car broadsided me and I ended up spending several months in traction. After the hospital stay came an even longer rehabilitation. Unfortunately, neither could eliminate the pain that I was forced to live with. Luckily, the man I am, and the one I was to become in the future, both learned how to deal with pain--to even make pain pleasurable and desirable.

How to start is the most difficult question. Well, for me at least it was rather easily solved. You see the car that broadsided me belonged to a company. Right on the side of the car it had the company name emblazoned in big, bold, cursive letters: H.Y.D.R.A. 

H.Y.D.R.A. stood for Helping You Deal Right Away. Just my luck I got hit, and severely hurt, by a driver from a rehabilitation center dealing with people injured in automobile accidents. I know, it couldn't have been more ironic if I'd plan the fucking accident myself!!

Needless to say the employee who hit me, a rather striking long-legged, large chested blonde, gave me her card right away and we exchanged information. When the time came for my hospital stay to end and my rehabilitation to begin I knew right where I was headed. The company had contacted the hospital, explained the situation and told them that, obviously, the rehabilitation, however long it took, would be performed by them gratis.

Now I know what you are thinking--they had other motives for taking care of my rehabilitation--like avoiding a major liability lawsuit that would probably cost them millions. I thought the same thing and was just as wrong as you are. The rehabilitation, complete with all surgical reconstruction, since my body was severely damaged in the accident and insurance doesn't cover more "cosmetic" procedures, was to be performed there and that is where my adventure at H.Y.D.R.A. begins.

They took pictures from my apartment to use as a guide, but they did not reconstruct my face and body to my previous state. Instead of doing just reconstruction they decided to improve upon it as well. When I finally was able to see my new face and body I realized I was staring at me, but it looked nothing like me previously. H.Y.D.R.A. made me better. I was now the, at least in their eyes, perfect specimen of masculinity.

My face had been altered and I had the gorgeous looks of an Olympian god. Every facial muscle was perfect, not a hair out of place. My eyes were the same basic color but now looked to be an even more striking shade if that is possible. When I stared at my naked body for the first time I realized that I now had the quintessential "six-pack" abs I'd always dreamed about. My legs were somehow thinner, toned, yet more muscular looking. All in all I was everything I'd ever dreamed of being but had yet to reach though the workouts I did daily.

I can't say that the first time I was awakened I was surprised to be strapped to a table. After all, if you saw your body had been completely rearranged by some unknown benefactor what would you do? Thankfully they had a counselor on hand to explain what had been done before they ever let me off the table. She had taken her time and went into full details as to what to expect when they did let me up. So, when I was finally able to see myself nude in the rooms full-body length mirror I did not freak out--too much anyway---though I do recall cheering just a bit.

What I did not know at the time, though found out later on, was that other modifications were made to my body as well initially and that more were indeed planned for me. The one modification that they made that was not immediately apparent upon waking, but after being visited by several gorgeous nurses soon became apparent, was the fact that they had also, for some unknown reason, increased both the length and girth of my penis. I mean, let's face it, several gorgeous nurses see you naked and you are strapped to a bed you are going to get a massive hard-on unless you are gay or dead. Well, I am not gay and after seeing them I knew for certain I was not dead!

My rehabilitation progressed rather normally, aside from the modifications that they had made to my body, and soon enough I was able to walk, run and exercise as I had before. The nurses and doctors all seemed to be flirting with me though I don't know why or whether or not it was just a figment of my overactive imagination. What I did know for certain was that I can't ever recall seeing a male nurse or doctor the whole time I was there recovering during my rehabilitation.

Eventually they pronounced me fully recovered and I was able to leave. However, for some reason I don't recall, I never made it out that door. Instead, I awoke in some strange chamber, bound naked and gagged only able to hear some strange chanting. I tried to focus on the words but focusing only seemed to make me all the more groggy and unfocused instead.

What came next was definitely a surprise. Coming into the room, shaded but only briefly by the lighting, was a large group of women naked except for the flowing robes that they wore. Each of the robes was emblazoned with a picture of the mythical beast known as a hydra.

One spoke and I assumed she was the leader of this unusual group.

"Well dear," she began, "our little company deemed you worthy of modification and has improved your body greatly over its previous state. I expect you are rather grateful for this and now is the time to repay that gratitude."

I was at a complete loss for words.

Luckily for me my naked state and current situation left me in a position to do nothing other than get a rather large hard-on.

As the leader reached for it she said, "Since you now have this gorgeous cock in the place of the somewhat smaller one you had previously I am sure you are in the mood to use it. At least it seems to be ready since it is standing up at attention looking, and feeling, like a miniature flagpole."

What other modifications had they made to my body? Did I really want to know? What did they have planned for me in the future? I am sure I did not what to know that. The future was somewhat scary and uncertain at this point and I had no intention of letting my deviant mind drive me to distraction with thoughts of it.

How many women were in the room ogling me I did not know. What I did know at the time is that the room seemed rather tightly filled.

My eyes took in all the sights around me marking each one for future usage if necessary. My ears told me what they could of what was being said in the room even though mostly it was just a general murmur. My nose, which I am told by doctors prior to my incarceration, has an abnormally good sense of smell on the level of a shark or bloodhound, told me that the women in this room all had one thing in common aside from their good looks: Everyone of them was aroused and horny!

I watched, half horrified at not knowing what was going to happen to me, half fascinated at what was already happening to me.

Hands caressed me, pulled me, teased me and tortured me. Lips worked their way everywhere on me without limit. Pussies got lowered to my face one at a time as if I was a machine to pleasure only them. My cock got harder still and something was strapped onto it but I was unable to see it through the crowd of women who were using my body only for their own sexual gratification.

Something heavy and thick was inserted into my ass from below and I immediately felt full as it pushed deeper and deeper inside me. Then, when I felt I could no longer tolerate the pain of its intrusion, it began to heat up somewhat mildly. My ass opened to accommodate it with less pain as it heated gradually up. Once my body became used to its intrusion it began to slowly expand more and more. 

As my ass opened up I could feel that this was just one of its surprises. The next surprise was that something wet and bubbly was shot deep into my bowels. The effect of whatever it was that was shot into was to get me drunk and high simultaneously. Not only that but I was beginning to see sounds and hear colors.

It was obvious that I had been drugged though to what end I would have to wait.

My wait seemed like forever and when I again came too, after passing out sometime during this process, I was inside some type of sensory deprivation tank and I could only see and hear though the video monitor glasses and earpieces that were obviously on me now. The funny thing was that the pictures flashed by so fast my conscious mind could not comprehend what they were seeing and the sound was just some soothing nature sounds. I took it in stride and figured they had not harmed me so far so there was little chance that killing me was in the future.

I got so tired I just fell asleep in the tank.

Eventually I came to.

When I was helped from the tank I was in a different mood then when I went in. I was a lot more relaxed and definitely hornier. It almost seemed as if sleeping had somehow kicked my sex drive into overdrive. Of course that is not possible, but it certainly seemed that way.

The woman who helped me from the tank was naked, except for that robe I described earlier. She was a brunette with hair that cascaded down her back in ringlets about 1/2 way between her neck and her ass. Her face was angelic and serene and she appeared as gorgeous as every other woman I had met so far. Definitely a fuckable woman. Of course what made her most fuckable to me was her excessive breast size, easily a 55DD or larger, and the fact that her black ass was a lovely pear shape that just begged to be filled with hard cock.

As intense as my desires were for this woman they seemed to be stilled when she spoke to me.

"You will now get on all fours and remain that way from now on. You are not to speak until spoken too. You will do whatever is demanded of you without hesitation or question. Is that clear slut?" she said.

"Yes Mistress," I replied not knowing why I had said those words.

"Follow me then slut and keep up. I'd hate to have to tan that ass too soon dear," she intoned.

Crawling behind her, and keeping my head down submissively, I somehow still manage to notice the walls are mirrored as we pass from one room to the next. The mirrors seem to go on forever. Abruptly though they stop right as we reach a room right out of the Spanish Inquisition. I am not sure what is coming next but I know it involves me and most likely a large amount of pain

What was I to do? I'd been transformed into the modern day equivalent of an Olympian god, but still I was on my hands and knees as some slave. So far, somehow, and I don't know why, I enjoyed this position. Was this to be my lot in life?



Tentacles



Alexis sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in a vain attempt to rub some of the tiredness out of her system. After a 16 hour shift she was ready to go home and crawl into bed for the next 10 years, but sadly that wasn't really an option since she had to be up and at work at 7'o clock the next morning

"No rest for the weary." she said quietly

After nearly 4 years with the FBI's bio containment lab without a promotion she was starting to wonder where this career was going. It wasn't that she didn't like the work each case was unique and interesting it was just that she really needed more money to pay off her student loans; med school and a Dr. in biology hadn't come cheap.

"So tell me what you think Dr. Longman." said a voice from behind her

"Ah Director Prescott I didn't hear you come in." said Alexis nervously "This is a really weird specimen." she said looking through the glass containment case

"How so?" said Director Prescott

"Well on the surface it seems to be a regular tentacle like that you would find on many invertebrates like an octopus..." Alexis started

"Except?" asked Director Prescott

"Well except for a lot of things, for one thing the muscles are extremely densely layered and one tentacle may well be able to lift over 200 lbs alone, and for another this part at the end appears to have some sort of combination between a tongue and a urethra it way well be this organism's penis." Alexis continued

"A penis that can lift over 200 lbs?" said the Director incredulously

"And another thing, this appendage was severed at the end we have no idea how long it is in reality it could have gone on for a few more inches or a few more feet for all we know. What's more is that unlike the tentacles of an octopus or a squid this tentacle doesn't have any suckers and it isn't slimy like you would expect, it actually looks like it has regular skin on it. Where did you say this was found?" Asked Alexis

"Not to far from here actually." said the Director "In a park about a mile from this building."

"Bridge view?" asked Alexis "I walk through there every night on my way home."

"Well I'm sure it was probably just some weird variety of squid crossbreed or something, nothing to worry about" said the director dismissively "I sure hope so." said Alexis to herself

"Now be sure to put this specimen back into cryo storage when your done with it, and don't forget to lock up when you go." said the director

"Yes sir." said Alexis

Alexis replaced the specimen into the cryo locker, scrubbed down the lab table she had been working on and switched off the light on her way out. Deciding that she felt sweaty after working so long in the lab Alexis headed towards the faculty showers.

"Man it's a good thing that I brought a change of clothes." she said to herself

Stepping into the women's shower room Alexis glanced around, the long rows of metal lockers and plain wood benches gleamed back at her with the high polish of a surface that had just been clean and the hint of chemicals in the air gave to room a clean and sterile feeling. During the working day the showers were usually packed as many of the staff took advantage of the faculties free water and a great deal of the work done in the labs was labor intensive and a good shower was often required if you wanted to keep up a business like appearance.

"I guess there are some pluses to working late." Alexis said to herself enjoying the solitude of the empty room "I have the showers all to myself."

Removing her lab clothing Alexis paused to examine herself in the full length mirror attached to the end of one of the banks of lockers. Long bright red hair coming down to the middle of her back helped to frame her heart shaped face and deep green eyes peeked out from between the lenses of a slim pair of rimless glasses, Alexis was lucky to have never had the curse of freckles that seemed to plague so many red heads and her skin was a soft white which was smooth and free of blemishes, years of constant exercise had hardened and toned her muscles giving her a lean appearance without robbing her of her curves, full round breasts sat high on her chest sagging only slightly under their own weight with her nipples pointing straight out, her wide hips led the eyes down invitingly to the full pouty lips of her pussy. Alexis had always kept her pussy cleanly shaven preferring the look and feel to the alternative. Turning sideways her eyes traveled over the full rounded curves of her ass and down the well toned thighs to her slim calf's.

"I look pretty good considering I haven't been to the gym in a month." she thought to herself

Alexis adjusted the water to her liking and stepped into the stall and closed the heavy frosted glass door quietly behind her. She raised her head letting the hot water run down her body in rivulets between her breasts and down her back, pulling her hair out of its pony tail she squirted some of her shampoo into her hands before kneading it gently into her scalp. Feeling the tension drain away from between her shoulders she sighed in contentment. She reached for her other bottle and squirted out some of the body wash she favored rubbing it between her hands before starting to apply it to her body. Starting at the top and working her way down she started to scrub of the sweat and grime that a days worth of hard labor caused, before too long she began to pay special attention to her breasts and clit enjoying the feeling of her hands gliding over the slick flesh of her breasts she moaned to herself pinching her left nipple gently between her thumb and fore finger before sliding her index and middle finger inside her pussy.

Alexis moaned at the sensation it had been so long since she had sex with anyone because of the long hours and erratic schedule that her job forced upon her and her forced celibacy had caused her pussy to become extremely tight so that even her slight fingers felt like a thick cock. Under her skilled hands Alexis was able to quickly bring herself to a climax. Sighing morosely and leaning against the wall of the shower stall she felt the slight twitches which always accompanied an orgasm start to dissipate under the hot water of the shower. 

"Man I really need to get laid." she thought to herself 

Quickly rinsing the soap off Alexis stepped out of the water into the cold air of the locker room she giggled to herself as she used the palm of her hand to brush her nipples made erect by her recent sexual release and the cold air. Walking over to her locker she pulled out the matching black bra and thong pulling them on before toweling off her long red hair and pulling it back into a pony tail donning the short black skirt and tight fitting black blouse which showed off her full C cup breasts to full advantage. Whistling a nameless tune to herself Alexis walked out of the room switching the light off behind her.

The park seemed especially menacing to Alexis that night in the light of what she had recently learned from the Director. 

"I wonder if the creature which has spawned that tentacle is out there in the forest somewhere." she thought to herself

Hearing foot steps behind her she glanced back and saw a giant of a man walk out from the darkness of the forest. Easily 8 feet tall the man was built like a line backer but Alexis couldn't tell much about how he looked because he was dressed in a long black trench coat which reached almost to the ground while his face was obscured by a wide brimmed hat which was pulled down.

"A beautiful night out isn't it?" Alexis asked

The man stood silently for a second before stepping into the light and meeting Alexis's eyes. She took a step backwards in horror; the man's eyes lacked any kind of pupil and instead glowed with a malevolent red light. It grinned manically exposing long sharp teeth and a long tongue snaked out of its mouth.

"What are you?!" asked Alexis

For answer the creature opened its trench coat, while shaped roughly like a man with powerful well defined muscles nearly a dozen tentacles identical to the one still in the cryo locker in the lab seemed to be attached to its chest, her eyes widened as she saw that its penis was enormous easily two feet long and as thick as her fist was wide and it was already standing at full attention as the creature lustily examined her. Alexis's first thought was to run but before she had made it more then a few steps before two of the tentacles shot out, wrapping around her thighs, she reached down to try and pull them off before two more shot out and wrapped around her wrists while another wrapped around her throat sending an unequivocal message about what would happen if she screamed. 

Lifting her helplessly into the air the creature carried her into the darkness of the forest. Alexis felt one of the tentacles slither up the bottom of her skirt before it ripped it off of her body shredding the garment in the process, two more slid up the bottom of her blouse before jerking out words ripping the buttons from the shirt and strewing the pieces around the clearing they had stopped in. Now clad in nothing but her matching bra and thong Alexis shivered in the powerful grip of the monsters tentacles. Lowering her to the ground one of the tentacles snaked inside the bottoms of her panties ripping them from her body before climbing up and doing the same to her bra leaving her completely nude and totally helpless before the monsters will. 

Alexis struggled against the tentacles trying vainly to free any of her limbs from its powerful grip. She looked down and saw the top part of one of the tentacles open and a long tongue emerged from its tip, the tentacle moved closer to her pussy and begin sliding the tongue up and down the length of her slit before thrusting deep inside her. Alexis cried out at the unexpected intrusion as the tentacle slithered deep inside her pussy. The others pulled her arms and legs apart leaving her completely spread eagle while it slid in and out of her tight hole. Two more of the tentacles circled her breasts squeezing them in its powerful grip before emitting tongues of their own which begin to flick the ends of her nipples before completely engulfing them in their miniature mouths. She continued to struggle trying to get away from the unwanted intrusion of the tentacle inside of her and opened her mouth in an attempt to scream for help, but before she could complete her scream one of the tentacles stuck out and forced its way into her mouth forcing her to silence. 

Another of the tentacles sliding up her leg, passing its fellow still thrusting in and out of her pussy like a pistoning cock the other tentacle circled up closer to her ass, emitting a tongue it's started to caress her asshole genteelly lubricating her tender hole with its vicious saliva before forcing itself deep inside her virgin ass. Alexis cried out in pain as it barrowed its way inside her but the tentacle in her mouth allowed no sound to emerge except a quiet groan. Lifted up in the air by the powerful force of the tentacles which surrounded her body Alexis's every hole was filled with the tentacles the one in her pussy thrusting in and out of her repeatedly, though she fought against it at first her hips begin responding in the primal animal way her body was programmed by a million years of evolution to respond when she was being fucked, she spread her legs further apart and started thrusting down each time the tentacle thrusted up meeting it in the middle and increasing the force of its pounding on her tight pussy, the tentacle in her ass started acting in a similar fashion slowly sliding in and out increasing its speed each time just a little. 

What started out painful started to feel good as her ass started to loosen up under the rough care of the tentacles. Alexis started to suck on the tentacle which filled her mouth and it to begin to move in and out filling her mouth each time and causing her to gag just a little as it fucked her throat. She could feel her orgasm building as she was fucked from all angles loosing herself in the stimulation of having her mouth, ass, and pussy being fucked while also having her nipples and clit sucked on, under normal circumstances she would need at least 6 men in order to get the same amount of stimulation. Alexis cried out as a powerful orgasm ripped though her body causing her muscles to contract as she shook from the force of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. The tentacles in her mouth, ass and pussy extracted themselves, the top part opening, each of the tentacles started to ejaculate on to her covering her head to toe in the thick white spurts of its cum. Alexis moaned as she felt the monster cum on her still dazed and a little confused from the force of her orgasm, she felt herself being lifted closer to the monsters body as it lifted her into a sitting position suspended in the air, pulling her legs apart the monster positioned her above the head of its monstrous rock hard cock. 

The tentacles started pulling her down and she thought she was going to be split in half as the enormous cock started to penetrate her, deep inside she felt the massive cock finely bottom out in her pussy before being dragged upwards again. Up and down the monster slid her on its massive cock increasing its speed before she was being fucked faster and harder then she had ever been before, its huge hands reached around and grasped one of her tits in its powerful grip using the other hand to pull her hair back forcing her head up it pressed its lips against her mouth its long tongue flicking around on the inside. Alexis felt the enormous cock start to twitch inside her as the monster continued to pound her.

Despite the pain of having something so large violate her tight pussy Alexis could feel another orgasm starting to build, she could feel it moving faster and could tell from the way that its gigantic cock was starting to twitch inside of her that it was probably going to cum soon. Alexis started moaning loudly as the tentacles lifted her helplessly up and down on the monsters cock, using her like a sex toy to satisfy its dark sexual urges. The monster roared out in pleasure and Alexis felt the cock start twitching a moment before a massive amount of cum flooded her inside sending her over the edge into her own orgasm mixing its cum with her own. Half way through its orgasm the monsters tentacles lifted her off and positioned her right in front of its cock coating her again in another layer of its cum. When it finely finished Alexis could feel the tentacles grip start to slacken as it dropped her to the ground where she lay helplessly before it. The monster gave her a sadistic grin before picking up its clothing and leaving.

Alexis watched it's back retreating into the darkness as she lay on the forest floor completely nude and covered in the monsters cum. The last thought that passed through her mind before the darkness of unconsciousness took her was to wonder if she could get pregnant from the massive amount of cum that was still seeping out from between her legs...



Tentacles Ch. 01



The boy was lost. He stood, naked and shivering, in the middle of a huge, white... place. He was used to white. He thought he was used to white. There was definitely something inside him that said that he knew what white was. But there was also something that said that white places were bad. 

This white place was no better than the last white place, he thought. He took a step, and then another, then found himself on his back, with a sharp pain in his bottom and his foot.

"Aw," His voice surprised him; startled him. He was surprised that he had a voice. He didn't know what he was sitting on, but it was cold; very cold. Struggling to get to his feet, he realised it was also very slippery. Slipping and skidding he hurried along. Having no idea where he was going or where he'd been, he simply walked. 

After a short time, the slippery white became a soft, powdery white that hurt his feet. No, it was something underneath the white powdery stuff that hurt his feet. Ignoring the pain, he kept walking until his legs gave out and he fell. Surprised, he knelt on the ground and reached out his hand to the beautiful, soft powder that was glittering and sparkling all around him. Suddenly, it was hard to move, hard to do anything. The sparkly stuff seemed to be getting closer and, not long after he realised it was under his cheek, everything went black.

The boy was still lost, but he was no longer cold. As his fluttering eyes cleared, he saw something golden over his head, a long way away. 'Wood,' he thought; and then, 'Ceiling'. The fact that he'd thought anything at all surprised him. And then lots of other thoughts flooded into his head, telling him that he was lying in a 'bed' with a 'pillow' under his head and he was 'warm' and 'comfortable' and... 'safe'. Really? Safe? A worm of fear crawled into his guts. Was he safe?

Thoughts about running away came hot on the heels of the others -- thoughts of danger and pursuit, and pain and... danger. Danger! Danger!

Sitting up, he got a flash of a smallish room with wooden walls and furniture, before the sharp, shocking pain in his head made him fall back again. Okay, maybe 'escape' wasn't an option, just yet.

A soft sound sparked thoughts of 'door' and 'open'; then 'pain' and 'danger'. Gritting his teeth against the feeling he'd labelled 'pain', in his head, he raised it and saw a figure manoeuvring a tray through the door. 

"Hey, you're awake. I thought you would be. I've brought you something to eat, if you're up to it."

Closing his eyes, the boy sighed and let his head fall back. He was in no shape to 'fight' or 'run', so he just had to 'accept'. Wetness ran down the side of his face and into his pale blue hair. 'Tears', he thought. 'Crying'.

"Hey, are you okay? I didn't mean to startle you." Something touched his arm and he jerked it. "It's okay. You're safe now."

"Ssssssafe?" The voice hissed sibilantly, surprising him again, and he moistened his lips with a quick, forked tongue.

"I know what you are and where you've come from," the person said, as the boy felt the weight of someone sitting on the bed. Turning his head he blinked at the figure which had resolved itself into a young man, with golden skin and fair hair twisted into long plaits either side of a pretty, oval face. Blue eyes twinkled in a friendly way, as the man smiled.

"My name is Dee. I used to... work at the lab, and I know what goes on in there."

"How...?"

"You talked a lot when you were feverish."

"Fever...ishsh?"

"Yes. You've been ill for a few days. I found you collapsed in the snow. You're lucky. If I hadn't found you when I did, you would have died from cold and exposure. How did you come to be out there in the snow, so far from the facility?"

"I... don't... know." It was difficult to talk, and the forked tongue flicked out again, trying to moisten dry lips, with no moisture.

"Oh," Dee said, anxiously, "you must be very thirsty. Here..." Reaching for something from the tray, he slid his hand and then his arm, under the boy's shoulders and lifted him so he was sitting up. The boy's head lolled, the soft blue hair tickling his back, and Dee steadied him against his shoulder, holding him up with a strong arm around his back.

"Easy," he murmured, as he held something hard and cold against the boy's lips. 

'Glass', he thought. 'Danger'. "Wh... what...?"

"Just water. I promise."

Still suspicious, the boy opened his lips and let the cold, sweet, water flow into his mouth. It felt so good. Eagerly he swallowed and raised his hand to tip the glass further. Water sloshed over them both, as he drank deeply. When the glass was empty, he frowned, disappointed.

"More?"

"I'll get you more, in a minute. Are you hungry? Could you eat something?"

"Hungry?" He paused, to ponder 'hungry'. "I... ththink..." His abdomen squirmed, as if something was moving under the skin. It didn't hurt, wasn't uncomfortable at all. It was... Unconsciously, the boy smiled. "Yess, hungry," he said.

"Do you have any idea what you like to eat?" 

The boy shook his head.

"Well," Dee said, moving the tray so it sat across his knees, "I figured, from your eyes and tongue, you have some reptilian in you somewhere, so I made up a tray with meat. If you don't like it, say so and we'll try something..." He broke off, because, as soon as he saw, and smelled, the meat, the boy's hand had shot forward, and he was throwing impossibly large chunks of raw meat into his mouth, swallowing them without chewing.

"Oookay. Mental note. He likes raw meat."

The boy stopped, licked his lips, and smiled. He wondered why Dee recoiled a little.

"Are you poisonous?" Dee asked, and the boy wondered what 'poisonous' meant.

"I... don't know. What doess it mean?"

"Never mind. Just, never bite me, okay?"

The boy frowned, puzzled. "Why would I -- bite¬ -- you?"

"Never mind. Don't worry. Do you feel better now?"

"I... yess. Feel... ssleepy."

"Then, you should sleep. That's what you need more than anything right now. Let me help you."

Laying aside the tray, Dee held the boy close to him as he fluffed the pillows. The boy thought that he 'liked' the warmth and 'smell' of him, and then he was laid back onto bliss. With a sigh, he closed his eyes. Startled, he opened them again, when something soft brushed against the side of his face. It was Dee's hand.

"What's your name?" he asked, and the boy frowned. 

A moment ago he would have said that he didn't know, but it came floating to him, from the darkness in his mind. "Ssyththssuththssyss," he murmured. To Dee it sounded like a long hiss interspersed with flicks of the long, forked tongue.

"Riiight. Do you mind if I call you Sys?"

"No," Sys whispered, as the world around him faded into softness, and a gentle hand stroking his cheek.

While he slept he dreamed. He dreamed of a white room. He dreamed of a silver room. He dreamed of metal and leather, and of acid, and of pain. He woke screaming.

"Easy. Easy, Sys. It's alright. It's okay. It's me, Dee. You're safe. Everything's alright. You're safe."

Sys stared at Dee. The huge golden eyes, with their slitted pupils, darted about, looking for a way to escape.

"Sys, it's okay. You're safe. I promise."

The cool hand against the side of his face, brushing away the tears, calmed him, as did the scent of the man to whom it belonged. It was spicy and sweet and delicate and strong. Danger; danger, something was screaming at him. Safe, safe, something else whispered, deep in his heart. A strange sense of calm washed over him, as he realised that whatever else might happen in his future, Dee would never hurt him.

Allowing himself to relax, he released Dee's arms, which he had been grabbing so hard, his long nails had punctured the skin.

"Thank you," Dee said, rubbing the sore places. "I guess you remember now."

"Yess. Ththey were bad people."

"Oh yeah, they were bad; very bad. How long were you there?"

"I don't know. Long time."

"Where did you come from?"

Sys raised his eyes to the ceiling, taking on a misty expression. "Up there."

"I figured. Do you know the name of your planet?"

Sys shook his head. "We don't have a name. It iss jusst home."

"I understand. Do you know how you can get back?"

Sadly, Sys shook his head. "Wass bad, very bad. Ssent away. Can't go back."

"You were exiled? Banished from the whole planet?"

Sys blinked. "Yess. They gave me ship and ssent me away. Can never go back."

"What the hell did you do?" Dee sounded uneasy. Only very bad people were banished like that, right? 

Sys sighed deeply, sad when Dee took his hand away. "I loved."

"You were banished because you loved?"

Sys met Dee's eyes and sighed again. "Wrong persson. King'ss sson. When we were found, I wass charged with treasson and ssent away."

"Hell. That was... it must have been..."

"It wass. I wanted to die but... but I had to live. I had to."

"Yes, of course you did. And now you will. I'll make sure you're taken care of, Sys. When you're well enough, we can talk about what you want to do next. You can go anywhere you want, do anything, be anyone."

"I... can?"

"Yes, you can."

Sys looked upwards and sighed. "Not, anywhere."

"No, not there. I'm sorry."

"No ssorry. You ssaved me. Noththing to be ssorry for. You weren't the fool who fell for a pretty face and falsse tongue."

"Didn't he stand by you?"

Sys shook his head sadly. "He wass the firsst to assk for exssile."

"Why?"

"Becausse... becausse - he didn't want me anymore. It wass a way out for him."

"He must be crazy."

"He doess?"

Blushing, Dee looked away and swallowed. "Well, you're very beautiful, Sys and you seem sweet and gentle and..." Dee stuttered to a stop, biting his tongue. "If you're okay now, I think it would be a good idea for me to get back to bed."

"You think I'm beautiful?" Sys' eyes were wide and shocked. Dee's hair was loose tonight, rippling in the breeze from the open window, almost as if it had a life of its own.

"I... I think I'd better go to bed. You need to rest. I... I'll bring you something to eat in the morning."

"I ate today."

Dee was on his feet and turned, surprised. Sys was watching him, his golden eyes soft in the light of the moon that shone onto his face. The turquoise hair that stood out like a hood around his head, running in a crest down the centre of his back, looked metallic and was ruffled by the same breeze. 

"You don't eat every day?"

"No." He frowned and absently patted his stomach, "Not ussually. Maybe being here hass changed me."

"Are you hungry now?"

"Yess."

"Do you want me to get you some food?"

"Yess... but I can get it."

"You're still weak. You need to rest."

"I'm okay. I want to get up. I feel... resstlesss."

"Okay, if you're sure."

"Yess."

Throwing back the bedclothes, Sys slipped out of bed. He was very slender, but with a ripple of muscle under the skin that suggested he was stronger than he looked. Dee was very conscious of the fact that he was naked. Sys didn't seem self conscious about it at all.

After two steps, Sys swayed and Dee reflexively threw his arm around his waist and steadied him against his side. Only a couple of inches shorter, Sys tilted his head up and smiled. The flash of the long, sharp, fangs made Dee shiver, Although, suddenly it wasn't with fear but because he could imagine what it would feel like for them to scrape his skin and... he shivered again.

"Are you cold, Dee?"

"No, not cold. Do you think you can walk by yourself?"

"Yess, but I like it here. You make me feel ssafe."

"I'm not so sure you are," Dee muttered and Sys frowned. "Sorry, it's okay. I didn't mean that. It's just... just..."

At that moment, Dee made the mistake of looking down into the luminous, golden pools of moonlight and he was caught, breathless. Sys smiled gently and his eyes drifted closed as he stretched upwards to meet Dee's lips with his own. For a moment, Dee was fluid in his arms, melting into his body and parting his lips for the nimble tongue to take possession of his mouth. He sighed and shuddered... but then gently pushed Sys away from him.

"I can't do this."

"Why not? You want to. I want to."

"It's not right, Sys; you're too vulnerable. You're sick and alone and you've been badly let down by your people, and the man you loved. It would be wrong of me to take advantage of that. You're confused and don't know how you feel right now and..."

"I know how I feel, Dee. I feel ssafe and I feel sstronger than I wass before. I'm not in love withth you but I like ththe way you look and I like ththe way you ssmell and I very much like ththe way you feel. You're ssoft and ssmooth and you ssmell sso good." Sys' tongue flicked out and he hissed softly. Dee shuddered again. Hell, this boy was hot. Even the way he spoke -- the way he hissed softly though his teeth on the 's' sounds and the way his tongue vibrated the 'th' sounds. It made him wonder what the vibration of that nimble tongue might feel like against...

"It just wouldn't be right, Sys. Please..."

Tilting his head to one side, Sys drew back and smiled. "You are good, Dee. You are sstrong and you are honesst and I like ththat. Not now, but ssoon, I will sshow you."

"Maybe," Dee said, steadying Sys as they walked from the room, out into the cabin. One wall, of the wooden house was made up almost entirely of glass windows and, while Dee went into the kitchen in search of meat, Sys wandered towards them. Outside, the world was silent and glittering white. In the distance, he could see the dark smudge of the tree-line, and dark patches in the snow, which he now realised must be the ice of a lake, or body of water.

The snow was deep and seemed to blanket sounds as well as the earth. Above the whiteness, the night sky was inky black, scattered with the bright points of light; each a planet, or a moon, or a star. He pondered how many, if any, of the lights he saw were inhabited planets. He sighed, wondering if any of them were his. Thinking back, he could remember piloting the ship on an erratic course, narrowly missing space debris, planetary orbits and other dangers, until he finally realised he had nowhere to go and allowed the nearest planet to pull him down, with no idea if it was habited or even capable of sustaining his life. In some ways, he'd been lucky, but he'd absolutely no way of knowing where he'd come from, up there in the crowded night sky.

"Are you okay?" Dee asked softly, coming up behind. Sys jumped and shivered.

"Yess. Looking at ththe sstarss."

"Missing home?"

"Missing ssomething."

Dee slid his arms around Sys and rested his chin on his shoulder. "We're all missing something, Sys. The pain gets less with time."

Sys turned his head to look at Dee. "What are you misssing?"

"Pretty much the same as you. My home; my first love. I left my home through choice, not because I was exiled but, other than that I guess my story is pretty much the same as yours. A love that let me down. A family who didn't approve; didn't understand. A young, headstrong fool who thought he could take on the world and win."

"I never th...thought I'd win. I th...thought I'd die. I wanted to. That'ss why they ssent me away. It wass worsse."

"Yeah, I guess so. You're okay now, though. You're here and things are going to be good for you now."

"Are they?" he asked sadly, and sighed.

Dee turned Sys around and took his face between his hands. "You're beautiful, Sys. I've never seen anyone like you before. You're so alien and strange, but so beautiful. You've no idea how much I want to kiss you, how much I've wanted it since the first moment I saw you, such a brilliant, bright, blue, flower trying to bloom through the snow.

"Dee, I..."

"No, Sys, please don't. I know you want to kiss me too, that you want to cling to me, and feel safe with me. Maybe one day we will. Maybe one day we'll be together, and maybe we won't. I can't do it now. If we do this now then I won't know if it's because you truly have feelings for me or if it's because you're desperate just to have someone... anyone. I won't know if you want me for me."

Sys frowned and then, slowly, nodded. "I undersstand. I undersstand that you don't know me enough to be ssure. I know. I always know. But I resspect you and I will wait. There iss more that you musst know about me and it'ss hard to sspeak of, sso better to wait and tell sslowly."

"I can't say I completely understand what you're saying, but I think we understand each other. Let's just take it slowly, okay?"

"Sslowly. Yess. You have meat?"

Dee smiled. "Yes, I have meat."



Tentacles Ch. 02



Over the days that followed, as Sys grew stronger and they got to know each other, they danced around each other, not making eye contact, jumping whenever they inadvertently touched.

"You can't be hungry again. You say you don't eat every day, and then you start scoffing down everything in sight that can't run away, and some things that can."

Sys grinned. "I'm hungry," he said simply.

"Well, we're out of meat."

"Thatss okay. I'll hunt."

"I'm not keen on you doing that."

"Why?"

"I know we're pretty remote and there're no people around for miles but, if you were seen... And there's always the risk that the leak at the laboratory'll be found. If they track you here, you'd be helpless."

"I am never helplesss, Dee. Never."

"You were in there."

"No. Not even in there. When I really had to, I got free."

"Why did you wait?"

"My mind wassn't right."

"What do you mean?"

"When I came I wass hurt and frightened. I sslept and when I woke I wass ththere. At firsst it wassn't sso bad. Ththen they hurt me, but I wass... clouded and not th...thinking. When I realissed what wass happening, I knew I had to get out and I did."

"Simple as that."

"Not ssimple, Dee. I had to fight. I had to run with no clothess on. And then... ththen I wass ssomewhere elsss."

"My friends at the laboratory are not exactly what they seem. They have ways of transporting people large distances very quickly. I guess you ran into one of them, without realising. It must have been accidental, though, because they usually send people much closer to the house, and they didn't contact me to let me know you were coming. It was pure chance I found you."

"Ththere iss no chanss. It wass meant."

"So you say."

"I do. But I musst hunt. I am very hungry. My sstomach hurtss."

"Your stomach hurts? Are you okay?"

"Oh yess. Jusst hungry... I think." He frowned, then smiled brightly. "Yess, jusst hungry."

"Where will you hunt? What will you hunt?"

"Everywhere. Whatever I can. I will not be long. I will be back, very ssoon."

"Wait..." But it was too late, he'd gone, slipping out of the door, so fast Dee had no chance of stopping him, if he'd wanted to. Dee watched him go.

Sys had gained condition since coming to the cabin. In fact, although Dee would never have said so, his constant hunger had led to him putting on quite a bit of weight. The clothes Dee had given him, when he'd first got out of bed, were tight now. Dee smiled. That wasn't a bad thing. Sys had really been too slender. Now, he was the picture of health. He was sleek and sharp and strong; his eyes bright and his movements quick and smooth. Dee couldn't take his eyes off him.

And it wasn't just the way he looked. He was sweet and gentle, but rose to flaming passion at the slightest provocation. His anger was fast and furious, but short lived; his enthusiasm addictive and his sorrow deep and heartbreaking. He felt everything, so strongly and so deeply, that Dee couldn't help but get caught up in it...every time. Just thinking about it, he smiled and his heart fluttered. Hurrying to the door, his eyes scanned the snow. Nothing moved; there was no blue stain on the whiteness that surrounded him.

Back and forth he paced, from the kitchen to the doors, growing more and more stressed. He was making his third coffee, when he turned to find a grinning Sys in the kitchen doorway, three dead rabbits hanging from one fist and a handful of snakes from the other. From the blood at the corner of his lips, it looked as if he'd eaten the rest.

"Ssee? Told you I would be okay. It wass eassy."

"Are you sure you've got enough?"

"I ate ass much ass I could. That sshould ssee me ththrough for a few dayss."

"The way you eat, I doubt it."

Sys smiled, dropped the dead animals into the sink, and walked up to Dee, his hips swaying. Suddenly, Dee's heart started to pound in his chest. Licking his lips, he opened them to protest, but the look in Sys' eyes stopped him dead. He stood, his mouth opening and closing as Sys reached up to put his arms around his neck. Pressing his body against Dee's, Sys trapped him against the kitchen counter, as he kissed him deeply.

"Sys, no..."

"Ssh." Not giving Dee a chance to say another word, he pressed his lips again his, and his tongue forced its way between Dee's lips. With a sigh, Dee relaxed and let him in. 

It was a kiss like nothing Dee had ever experienced before. Sys' body, pressed against his, was hard and strong and lithe. His tongue was... doing things that no human tongue has ever been capable of. His hands, buried in Dee's hair, were strong fingered and demanding, pulling his head in towards his lips. The sharp fangs grazed his lip. Hell. Even his smell, of sandalwood and musk, drove him crazy.

Dee whimpered, and let his hands rove over Sys' body. It was beautiful in every way. No, no he mustn't do this. His body was beginning to react in a predictable way, and it would soon be very clear to Sys just exactly how he was feeling, and how out of control he was. He mustn't; not without telling...

"Sys... Sys wait. There's something I have to..."

Before he could say another word, Sys pulled away and, with a gasp, bent double, with his arm across his stomach.

"Sys? Are you okay?"

Sys didn't answer, only groaned and hugged himself harder.

"Sys, I knew all this eating wasn't good for you. You're getting fat. No wonder you've upset your stomach."

"No," Sys gasped. "No, I... I'm okay. I'm okay jusst..."

Still gasping, Sys fended Dee off with his hand and tried to straighten, only to bend double again, with a moan.

"Sys, what can I do for you? What can I do to help?"

"Noththing. Jusst... jusst give me air. Give me room."

Reluctantly, Dee stepped back and watched Sys, like a hawk, as he slowly straightened and took some deep breaths. Eventually, pushing away from the counter, he stood erect and smiled at Dee.

"I have crampss ssometimess. It'ss not a big thing."

"It looked like a big thing."

"No. I'm okay."

"Look, I think it would be a good time for us to start looking at where you want to go from here."

"G...go? You want me to go? Why? What have I done? If... if you don't want to kisss me, Dee, I won't..."

"It's not that, Sys, but you can't stay here forever."

"Why not?"

"There's nothing here, Sys, nothing at all. I have a house in the middle of nowhere. In this weather, I can't even drive to town for provisions. We'll be eating out of tins soon."

"I don't care. What elsss would I want?"

"There're a lot of options."

"Living in a town or sssity? With other humans? Who iss going to accept me, Dee? Who would not ssend me back to ththe laboratory, or anothther like it? Where out ththere is ssafe for me?"

"There are places, Sys; places where there are others, not quite like you but... alien to earth. And there is access, trade with other planets. There are more than a dozen planets you could relocate to and live openly."

"I... don't... want..."

"Think about it, Sys. At the moment you feel safe here and that's the dominant emotion. Trust me, it'll wear off you and you'll feel..."

"Ssstop telling me how I feel. You have no idea how I feel. I feel what I feel; and you do not. I... feel ssafe, yess. I have alwayss felt ssafe with you. But it doessn't mean ththat I wouldn't feel ssafe anywhere elsss and I know ththat. I want to sstay here, becuasss I want to sstay here, not because I don't ththink there isss anywhere elsss."

"Sys, you don't know what you're saying. This is all you know and..."

"Thiss iss NOT all I know. I have lived free for ththirty years. I have sseen enough of life to know when it iss good and when it iss bad. Thiss iss good, Dee. You are good. Pleasss ssee that I..." 

"You're thirty years old? You look good for your age." Dee was trying to lighten the mood but Sys glared at him.

"That iss not... it'sss not..."

Suddenly, his eyes widened and, with an arm across his stomach, he ran towards the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him. Dee dared not follow, but he could hear him throwing up. He felt guilty. Was Sys really that upset because of him? He realised he didn't know very much about Sys at all. Not only did he not know him as a person, but he knew very little about how his species, how his body worked. Was he ill, or stressed? Had he eaten too much meat, or was something terribly wrong with him?

Shaking his head, he turned away and started making dinner.

Sys stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour. When he came out, he headed for his room, his head down, not looking at Dee. Dee wanted to say so many things, but there was a shell of silence around Sys that he didn't feel he could break.

Instead, he let him go to bed and, when he'd eaten his dinner, he went to bed himself.

Dee woke in the middle of the night with a start. He heard someone move in the doorway of his room and a soft voice whispered. "Dee. Dee, are you awake?"

"I am now," Dee moaned, sitting up. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sscared, Dee. I don't want to be... I won't try to kisss you but pleassse, pleassse can I jusst hold you? Will you hold me?"

"What's wrong? What are you scared of?"

"Pleassse, Dee." He could hear tears in Sys' voice, and was alarmed.

"Of course."

Throwing aside the bedclothes, he held out his arms. Sys, pushed himself away from the door frame but, before he reached the bed, fell to his knees, with a cry.

"Oh my God, Sys, you are ill. What can I do?"

He threw himself onto his knees and Sys leaned against his side. "I'm ssscared, Dee. It'ss all wrong... all wrong."

"What's all wrong?"

"I..." He was stopped by another spasm of pain and doubled over, whimpering. "Dee... Dee help me, help me pleassse."

"I can't help you, Sys, if you won't tell me what's wrong. Fuck, you're burning up. Are you sick again? Let me help you into bed."

"Dee, pleassse, pleassse..."

"Can you stand?" Sys rocked back and forth, sobbing and holding himself, gripping Dee's hand as if his life depended on it. "Please, Sys, tell me what's wrong."

Sys raised huge, bright eyes to Dee. His lips quivered and he suddenly looked very young. "I...I'm pregnant, Dee and I ththink the young isss coming and it'ss all wrong. It'ss all wrong."

"What?!" Dee stared at Sys, who was still rocking, his face raised to Dee's. "You're what?"

"I'm bearing young, Dee. But... but it'sss too early, and... and I'm not... not ready. My body isssn't... I can't... I'm ssso ssscared, Dee. Help me pleassse."

"Why didn't you... Oh fuck, who cares? We can talk about that later. Come on. Let's get you up on the bed."

Dee hauled Sys to his feet and helped him over to the bed. As soon as he lay down, he curled on his side and stared to whimper. It made sense now - the overeating; the swollen belly. He should have seen it. Sys was so slender, apart from that. But he'd never thought... not for a minute. Why would he? Sys was a man. He was a man... wasn't he?

"Sys," he said, pulling the heavy hair away from his face. "I need to know what's supposed to happen. I need to know what's going wrong. Tell me what normally happens. You're a man... I don't have any experience of... this. I don't know how it... works."

"I don't... Don't you have young? Don't you know?"

"In this place, Sys, and many others, it's the female who bears the young. Their anatomy is different. They have a womb, a place inside where the baby grows, and a vagina, a... a stretchy tube that the baby comes out of. What... where... um... where does the baby come from?"

"It...it...it'ss an... an egg. We have... eggss and... and they... Oh hell, Dee, the ssshell. The ssshell will be... will be too sssoft. It won't... won't get...get hard and..."

"Ssh." Tenderly, Dee, stroked the hair off his hot face. He eased Sys onto his back and Sys writhed, his limbs sprawled across the bed. Dee saw, with horrified fascination that Sys' belly was even more swollen, and it looked as if something was moving inside. He shivered. What the hell?

"Where does it come out, Sys? I can't see where it's supposed to come out."

"It... it'ss ssuppossed to open... ssuppossed to get bigger and... and open. It'ss not getting bigger, Dee."

"What's supposed to get bigger?" Dee scanned Sys' writhing body, looking for anywhere there could be an opening big enough to eject a child. There seemed to be only one answer.

Spreading Sys' legs wide, he examined his ass and balls. His anus looked normal, tight. His balls were swollen but what did that mean? Carefully, Dee ran his hands over Sys' genitals and he moaned with pain.

"It's not opening, Dee," he moaned, and then screamed as agonizing pain ripped through his abdomen. "Oh God, Oh God, it'ss going to rip me open. It'ss going to burssst me."

"Shit, Sys. Are you trying to tell me that your cock opens up to let a baby out?"

"Yesss, Yesss. Dee, Dee help me. I'm going to die, Dee. Don't let me die. Pleasse, pleasse don't let me die."

"You're not going to die, Sys. I won't let you. Have you seen anyone give birth before?"

"Yess."

"What happens?" 

The pain appeared to have passed and Sys was a little calmer. "The egg iss ssoft. The sshell hardenss when it iss out. Oh, no, Dee. It'ss too ssoon. The sshell..."

"Let's worry about that when it's out, Sys. How, exactly, does it happen?" Sys took a breath.

"The... the ballss move... move asside and the egg... the egg falls into the ssac. Then... then the... the tube opens and... and the egg comess... out."

Carefully, Dee ran his hands over the swollen ball sac and realised, with surprise that it was empty. Pressing upwards with his fingers he felt something large and rounded. Shit.

"Sys... Sys I think I can feel the egg. It's coming down and it feels quite hard. I think it's going to be alright."

"No... no... no... Too... too ssooon. I can't... I can't..." Sys convulsed and screamed, the sound torn from his throat, as the muscles in his abdomen contracted strongly. He screamed and screamed and screamed and Dee, scared out of his wits, did his best to sooth him. Over and over again, Sys screamed and then relaxed, sobbing and begging Dee to save his live. And then the contractions came and he screamed again.

Dee was horrified and terrified but, at the same time, totally fascinated as he felt the egg gradually squeeze itself into the sac. Wow. This was happening. This was really happening. This beautiful, strange, miraculous boy was going to give birth. If it didn't kill him first.

Sys shuddered and gasped, panting. Dee put his hand on his abdomen, which was now flat and felt... empty.

"Sys, so far it seems to be doing what it's supposed to be doing. The egg is down where it's supposed to be. What happens next?"

Sys didn't answer. He was limp, gasping for breath, exhausted. Dee crawled up the bed and stroked his face.

"I think it's almost over, Sys. It seems like it is. It'll be over soon. I'm here."

Sys grabbed his hand and squeezed, his eyes glazed as he stared up. "It'ss not opening, Dee. I can tell. I can feel it. It'ss not opening."

"What's stopping it? Do you know?"

"It'sss not time."

"Your egg seems to think differently. Doesn't the fact that the egg is there cause it to open?"

Sys shook his head. "There are chemicalss releassed when... when... before. When there iss enough, it makess...makess it open. There'ss nothing... nothing... It'ss not going to... not going to."

"What will happen if it doesn't?"

"I don't know. I'm sso sscared, Dee. I don't know what'ss going to happen."

Dee knelt on the bed and stroked Sys' hair as he dozed. What else could he do? He'd felt around down there and he couldn't see what he could do to get the egg out of Sys' body.

And then, suddenly, Sys' body convulsed and he came awake, screaming. This time, the pain was so bad there were no words in the screaming, just terrible, agonising sounds. Quickly, Dee slid back between his legs and saw with horror that the skin across, what was now the egg sac was stretched tight and the root of Sys' cock was bulging. Ah hell... hell... the egg was going to spilt him open. It was going rip his cock off and it would kill him. 

"No, no, no..." Dee moaned and Sys, writhed, shuddered and screamed. The writhing, however, was getting weaker. Sys was exhausted and, soon, he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. He was going to pass out and then the egg would... what?

Okay, only one thing he could do. Tearing off his pyjamas, Dee knelt over Sys, his abdomen pressed against Sys'. "Sssh," he whispered, kissing Sys gently. It's alright, it's going to be alright."

Dee's hair, unbound, wrapped around Sys' shoulders and neck. Sys, in his delirium, was sure that it had a life of its own, that it was gripping him hard and holding him still. And then he felt... he felt... he was sure he felt something touching the tip of his cock, sliding inside him. Something soft and yielding that seemed to grow. And then there was another one, and another. The tips of whatever they were probed deep inside him and began to... Ah God they were forcing him open; they were stretching the channel, wrapping around the egg and. Ah God.

The last thing that Sys remembered was a horrifying, unbearable pain, ripping though his body from the root of his cock to his throat. It flew out of his mouth in the most heartbreaking screams he'd ever heard. And then, thankfully, blissfully, his world went black.



Tentacles Ch. 03



The world was soft and blurred. There was pain, but it wasn't screaming pain. It was, somehow, a comfortable pain, as if it was supposed to be there and it was good and right that it was. It was pain, though and it tugged at his consciousness, dragging him slowly back from the warmth and fuzziness into which he had sunk, towards the much brighter and clearer world, outside. Not that he didn't want to, because there was something good out there; something that he wanted, that he...

The next thing that happened was that he heard the voice. It was close and it was swearing.

"Fucking alien piece of shit. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Why'd you have to pass out, you son of a bitch? Why'd you have to leave me when I needed you? Why won't you wake up for fuck's sake? Why won't you just... just wake up? I need you, Sys. I'm scared. Please. Please wake up." The voice faded from angry to scared and it felt important that he stopped it, because he didn't want him to be scared anymore.

"Dee?"

"Fuck. Shit. Are you awake, Sys? Are you okay?"

"Mmm. What... what happened?"

With some difficult, Sys forced his eyes open and Dee's tear streaked face swam into view.

"What happened? You... laid an egg, that's what happened. You fucking gave birth, that's all. Nothing important, you know. I thought you were going to die; shit, I thought you had died... but it wasn't anything much; nothing to worry about."

Sys smiled. Dee was angry again but it was a caring kind of anger and...

"Fuck." He sat up so fast he almost knocked Dee off the bed. "Ow." Clasping his abdomen, he fell back again. "Ssshit, ssshit. Ow. It hurtss, Dee."

"Of course it hurts. You squeezed an egg the size of my head out of... well, I don't even want to think about that. Of course it hurts. I'm just surprised that you're not screaming your head off, because if it were me, trust me, I would be."

Sys smiled and relaxed against the pillows. "It'ss not that bad. If I don't try to ssit up it'ss jusst kind of an ache. It'ss not pleasant, but it'ss bearable." Then the smile disappeared and he looked anxious. "What happened? Where'ss the egg? Wass it hard, Dee? Pleasse, pleasse tell me, wass it hard?"

"Yes, Sys, it's hard. It was soft when it came out, kind of rubbery and long. Then it sort of got shorter and fatter and harder. It's not as hard as a chicken egg, but it is hard, and... and I can feel... something moving inside."

Sys closed his eyes and almost passed out again, relief washing through him. Then something like wonder and something like terror. "I'm a father," he said, opening his eyes to stare at Dee. "Oh sshit, I'm a father."

"Yeah," Dee said with a soft smile. "Yeah, you are."

"Where... where iss it?"

"I wrapped it in a blanket and put it in a basket on the hearth, next to the fire. I figured it should be warm."

"Yess. Can I...? Will you help me get up?"

"Not a chance. You're going to rest right there in bed, for a while, until I'm sure your insides aren't going to fall out when you stand up."

Sys smiled widely. "Don't be ssilly. That'ss not going to happen."

"I'll bring it to you."

When Dee came back, carrying, very carefully, a small wicker basket, Sys was sitting up, watching the door expectantly. As soon as Sys laid eyes on the basket, a look came over his face that made Dee forget all about the horror of the last few hours, and smile. He felt warm inside. Sitting down on the bed, he set the basket between them.

With trembling fingers, Sys lifted aside the blanket and brushed the surface of the egg that lay, snug, in the basket.

"It'ss warm," he said eventually.

"Yes," Dee said, not being able to think of a single other thing to say.

Laying his hand flat on the surface of the egg, Sys laughed shortly and looked up, his eyes luminous. "It'ss moving. My young iss moving."

Dee smiled and nodded. Then Sys frowned. "Dee... at the end, when... when th...the egg wass coming out. I'm not sshure but... but ssomething... ssomething happened. I ththink I wass dying. I ththink the egg wass sstuck and it wass killing me. Ssomething...opened me. It wass..."

"It was me," Dee said, lowering his head.

"You?"

Dee nodded, biting his lip.

"But, how?"

Still biting his lip, Dee slowly stood up and pulled up his shirt, slipping the waistband of his trousers down, exposing his abdomen. As Sys watched, fascinated, it seemed as if his belly split and, for a horrifying moment, Sys thought his guts were falling out. But they weren't guts, they were tentacles, that all seemed to move independently, with lives of their own.

For a moment, Sys couldn't take his eyes off the seething mass of pale green and yellow tentacles, then he raised his eyes to Dee's face, to find that his hair, loose around his head and shoulders was writhing with the same kind of independent life. He was glorious.

"I thought... I thought you were... I thought..."

"I never said I was human, Sys," Dee said softly. "You assumed and I didn't..."

"You're beautiful, Dee."

"What? You... you think I'm beautiful? You don't care about... about...?"

Sys reached out his hand and hesitantly touched the nearest tentacle, it squirmed under his touch and gently wrapped around his wrist. He stroked it and it quivered. Others joined it, snaking up his arm. Sys laughed, delightedly.

"They like me."

"They don't have a life of their own, Sys. They're part of me, like my hair or my eyes or my hands. They like you because I like you."

"Are you... are you doing this?" he asked stroking the warm, questing tube, whose sensitive, tip was exploring his arm.

"Of course I am," he said, grinning at the wonder in Sys' voice. Sys lowered his head and the tentacles stroked his face.

Sys turned his head, to kiss the tip of one tentacle. It stroked his lips and he let them part for it to slip inside. Closing his eyes, he sighed and opened his mouth, allowing the tentacle to explore.

Suddenly, the tentacles withdrew and, when Sys opened his eyes, Dee was tucking his shirt back into his trousers.

"What? Why? Where did they go?"

"Where they belong."

"No, no. They belong here... I want to feel them... I want..." Sys closed his eyes, his voice becoming dreamy.

"The only thing you want is sleep. You look exhausted."

Sys opened his eyes and smiled. "Yess, yess, I am. But... You ssaved me, didn't you? I wassn't opening and you... you opened me. Your tentacless... they went in and... and rescued the egg and..." His voice faded out, not only because he didn't have any more words, but because he was fading fast, his eyes getting heavy and his words slurred.

"Yes, yes I did. But we can talk about that later. Right now, you need to sleep. Lie down and get comfortable. Do you want me to put the egg back by the fire?"

"No. No... ssstay. Sstay with me."

"The egg? You want the egg to stay with you?"

"Yesss. With me... me..." Almost asleep, he slid down while Dee rearranged the pillows and pulled the covers up over him, as he curled around the egg and drifted off to sleep.

Dee stood, for a while, looking down at him as he slept, feeling... strange.

***

Over the next few days, Sys slept much of the time, curled around the egg, keeping it warm with his body. When he was awake, he and Dee talked about many, many things. They spoke of their homes and their families, their experiences in the laboratory, and their hopes and dreams. Neither mentioned what had happened, or the way they felt about it.

Things fell into a comfortable routine and both of them sank into it with a feeling of 'rightness' and comfort with each other, as if things had been that way forever.

On the third day, Sys was asleep when, even deep in dreams, he felt something was wrong and he needed to wake up. When he opened his eyes, Dee was standing over him, calling his name softly.

"Sys, Sys wake up, something's happening."

"What? What'ss happening?"

"I don't know, but your egg... it... it's glowing."

Blinking sleep from his eyes, Sys uncurled from around the egg and sat up. Dee was right. The egg was, indeed glowing from within, with a soft blue light.

"It'ss beautiful," Sys breathed, stroking the rubbery surface with trembling fingers. He lifted his face to Dee, eyes wide. "It'ss vibrating. Do you... do you ththink... do you ththink it'ss hatching?"

"I don't know." Dee sat down on the bed and laid his hand next to Sys'. The egg was throbbing, vibrating with a deep pulse, like a heartbeat. Their eyes met and there was a distinct tinge of fear in Sys' now.

"What if... what if ssomething goess wrong? What if...?"

"Nothing is going to go wrong. We've come too far for something to go wrong now."

"We?" Sys asked, half joking.

"I kind of feel... close to this little guy."

"Yeah," Sys said, covering Dee's hand with his own. "You feel closse to bothth of uss."

Their eyes met and Dee felt a shock, like electricity, shoot through him. Tearing his eyes away, he blushed.

Sys would have said more, except that strange things were happened to the egg. It... heaved, at least what was inside it did. It was as if something was throwing itself around, hitting against the sides and, within the brightness of the strange blue light, they could see the shadow of a... something.

Sys wrapped his arms protectively around the egg and it vibrated madly. The heaving got so bad that Sys could barely hold it and then, with a sound like tearing cloth, the shell split and something, someone, started to hiss.

Dropping the egg into his lap, a startled Sys reached into the shell and lifted out a tiny, perfect version of himself. The turquoise blue hair was wet and clung to the tiny head, and shoulders, ending between his shoulder blades, with nothing but a shadow to show where it would later extend, like a mane, to the bottom of his back.

The little mouth was open, showing the sharp fangs and forked tongue, and tiny hands and feet waved in the air. He was perfect in every way.

Lost in wonder, Sys touched one of the tiny hands with one finger and gasped with pleasure when the fingers curled around it. He raised his eyes to Dee's and saw wonder reflected there, too.

"He's beautiful, Sys," he breathed. "Really beautiful. He looks just like you."

"I'm glad," Sys said dryly. "I wouldn't want him to look like hiss father."

Dee's smile slipped for a moment. "I can't imagine anyone doing something like that to you. You don't deserve it. If you were mine I'd never let you go. I'd take care of you and always be there for you. I'd..." He stopped, blushing at the way Sys was looking at him.

For a long, long moment they stared at each other. Time stilled, hearts fluttered, and Dee's face burned. Then a strange sound permeated their consciousness, at roughly the same time. It was a mewling hiss. They both looked down, as the sweet little face looking back at them twisted, and tears began to fall, as the little creature gained momentum and bawled.

"What's wrong? What does he want?" Dee asked, desperately.

"I think he'ss hungry." Sys said, much more calmly.

"What are we going to give him? I have milk, but I don't have a bottle. Do you...? Can you...?"

Sys was watching him, with his head slightly tilted to one side and a frown on his face. "Milk? Why would I want to give him milk?"

"Well... Well... he's a baby, and... and... Oh shit, you're not a mammal are you?"

"I'm not a what?"

"You don't feed your... And you don't have... And I'm making a complete fool of myself aren't I?"

"I... maybe."

"So, what can we give the baby to eat?"

"Meat, of course. Bring some small pieces of the rabbit."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Why would you ask that? Do you still think we should give him milk? It would make him very sick."

"I...er... right... right. I'll get the rabbit then shall I?"

Both of them watched in total fascination as the baby snapped chunks of meat from their fingers, not caring if he took a chunk of flesh out of them too.

After a few mouthfuls, the baby yawned and, smacked his lips. Licking away globules of flesh and blood, he nestled into Sys' arms, and fell asleep.

"Wow," Dee breathed, watching the baby sleep. "This is just... I mean, I have NO idea what to think; what to say."

"Don't ssay anyththing." Sys smiled and leaned forwards to place a soft kiss on Dee's lips. The smile that Dee gave him was just as soft.

"What are you going to call him?" Dee asked, leaning his head against Sys' shoulder and gently ruffling the baby's hair which, now dry, had fluffed up around his head. It was softer than Sys' - baby hair.

"Oh. I don't know. I haven't ththought."

Idly, Sys stroked the baby's round tummy which, Dee realised with a shock had, like his father, no belly button. They had no nipples either. Why would they? He shouldn't have assumed they would. Dee mentally shook his head. He was more human than he'd thought, after all.

Sys said something that sounded like a long hiss, mixing 'ss' and 'th' sounds randomly. Dee blinked. "I'm never going to call him that," he said.

Sys smiled. "That wassn't hiss name. I wass jusst ssaying ssomething to him in our language." Sys looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Iss there any point? I mean, teaching him. There'ss no one elsse he will ever be able to sspeak to."

"Of course there's a point. It's something you and he share; something that's special, just for you." Sys smiled.

"Yess, I ssuposse." He looked at the baby for a few moments, and then up at Dee. "Iss your name really Dee?"

"No. Dee is the easy version."

"Of...?"

"Duachcallia Veshboharadochen."

"Okay. Dee, it iss then. And ththe baby will be... different. I don't want anyththing that linkss him to hiss fathther, or the people who ssent uss here. I want ssomething different. I want a new sstart for him, for uss."

"Did he know?" Dee asked suddenly. "Did he know you were pregnant?"

Sys didn't need to ask 'who'? "Yess. That'ss why. He didn't want to be... He ssaid he wassn't ready and I would have let him go but he... he wass afraid. He didn't want there to be any chansse that I would come to him ssome day and make him be a father to... to our child. Sso he... Sso he..." Sys had to stop, tears pouring down his face. Instinctively, Dee reached out to put his arm around him and pull him close, but Sys shrugged him off and drew himself up, fighting back the tears.

"There wass a man -- at ththe... ththe plasse."

"At the laboratory?"

"Yess. He wass kind to me. He... When he knew I wass pregnant -- what ththey were going to do with the baby, he helped me. He... sshowed me how to get out. He ssaved me. Hiss name wass Luke. I think... I ththink Luke would be a good name."

Dee was staring at him, a look of horror on his face and he drew back a little. "What? Don't you ththink..."

"What were they going to do, Sys? What were they going to do to the baby?"

Sys dropped his head and stroked Luke's soft hair. The baby gurgled, snuggling closer into his father's arms.

"Ththey were going to take him from me."

"After he was born?"

Sys looked up and, after a moment, shook his head. "No."

Dee felt weak and sick. He ground his teeth, as he looked down at the tiny person who'd already affected him so greatly. Not for the first time, he wanted to torch the research centre with all who worked there. Unfortunately, some of them were good people, like Luke.

"It'ss alright Dee. It didn't happen. We're okay. We're all okay."

Dee smiled, gently, and put his arm around Sys. This time Sys laid his head on Dee's shoulder and they both watched the sleeping baby.



Tentacles Ch. 04



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.



Tentacles Ch. 05



The cabin by the lake was a perfect place to raise a child. Luke grew fast, much faster than a human child and, by the time he was seven years old, Sys was taking him hunting in the woods and plains around the cabin, bringing back all kinds of animals, which he and Luke ate raw and Dee turned into pies and stews.

Sys turned out to be extremely creative and made all kinds of items, which they sold in the nearby town, to supplement the small income Dee received from investing the money he'd received over the years from people he'd helped. Luke, too, liked to make things, although he preferred to use the skin, fur, bones and teeth of the animals they hunted, to make bags, belts and items of jewellery. In this way they lived very well.

Over those seven years, three other escapees from the research centre turned up on their doorstep and they helped them to recover, grow strong and move on. Sys was particularly affected by the stories of the renegades and he was often sad, even depressed while they were at the cabin and for some time after they'd left.

He was sitting on a rock, staring out over the lake, his chin on his knees. He jumped a little when Dee put his arms around him, from behind. Dee rested his cheek on Sys' hair and they just sat there, together, for a while.

"Where'ss Luke?" Sys asked softly.

"Hunting." At nearly eight years old, Luke was almost as tall as his father and just as quick and agile. He was a precocious child, and liked nothing more than to roam the woods, collecting interesting stones and pieces of wood for his crafts. He also liked to hunt, and brought home animals that made Sys freak, like wolves as big as he was and bears he had to drag, because they were too big to carry. He refused to take a gun and hunted with homemade bow and arrows.

Sys sighed. "He sspendss more time in the woodss, than he doess with uss, here."

"He's a wild one, Sys; that's where he belongs."

"Not with uss?"

"Of course with us. He loves us, but he's getting older and, one day, he is going to strike out on his own and he'll make his own way in the world. If we give him space to grow into the man he could be, he'll make us proud Sys."

"I know," Sys sighed again. "It'ss jusst that I misss him when he'ss not with uss. I misss him sso much... sso much..." He sniffed, licking tears from his lips.

Dee sat down next to him and drew up his knees. "You're not talking about Luke, are you?" Biting his lip, Sys shook his head. "I hope you're not thinking about his father."

That got a tiny smile and another shake of his head. "No," he said, with a huge sigh, "I'm ththinking about my home."

"You could go back, you know. Maybe we could persuade them to forgive. If Luke's father can see how happy we are together, that you are not going to..."

"That would never happen, Dee. It would make it even worsse if he ssaw how happy we are."

"I don't understand."

"He'ss a jealouss man. He did not want me, but he would not want anyone elsss to have me eithther. And ass for Luke..." Sys shuddered. "He iss beautiful, Dee. Hiss father would want him. He would take him away from me."

"He couldn't do that."

"I am an exssile, he iss a prinsss. He would take him from me, Dee. No, I cannot go home. I can never go home."

"Is that why you have been so sad lately?"

"Have I?"

"Yes, dear one, you have."

"I'm ssorry, Dee." Sys sighed, and looked out over the lake, with a shiver. "It'ss jusst... People come and we help them; and I WANT to help them but... I ssee ththem go home. I ssee Jo'el find the way and I ssee how happy they are and I..."

"You are stuck here with me."

"Oh no," Sys cried out, twisting to look at Dee with contrite eyes. "No, Dee. I am not sstuck withth you. I love you. I love being withth you here... and Luke too." He sighed. "It'sss jusst..."

"Come here," Dee said softly, and manoeuvred Sys, until he was sitting between his knees. Wrapping his arms around him, Dee laid his cheek on the strange blue hair that never grew. The sun was beginning to set, dying the water deep orange and pink, and the silence was intense.

"We're your family now," Dee whispered into Sys' ear, making him shiver. "I swear to you that wherever we are I'll make it our home. I'll protect you and Luke with my life; nothing and no one will hurt you while I live."

"I know," Sys murmured, rubbing his cheek on Dee's shoulder. "I really do. And I am happy, Dee. Here withth you, I am happy."

"I know, dear one; I know."

They watched the sun set in silence. Sys was lost in his thoughts, and Dee was lost in him.

The light had taken on that unreal quality that comes just before the sun sets. The moon was already peeping over the mountain and a chill was creeping into the air. Sys shivered and Dee tightened his arms around him.

"I love you, Sys," he whispered and Sys hissed softly, a sound that Dee had come to realise was the equivalent of the purr of a cat. Dee shivered for a different reason.

Dragging away Sys' hair, Dee buried his face and kissed his neck and shoulder. Sys continued to hiss and rolled his head to the side, giving him better access. 

When Sys tried to turn in his arms, Dee stopped him and wrapped his arms tightly around him, holding him firmly against his chest. Slightly surprised, Sys didn't fight him, just leaned back against him and relaxed. When he felt a familiar, writhing sensation from under Dee's t-shirt, he sighed and began to hiss again.

Tentacles spilled out and, instead of wrapping around his waist, as they usually did, some of them wrapped around his thighs, pulling them apart while others probed the waistband of his shorts and slid down, under the elastic. 

Sys whimpered, as the sensitive tentacle tips roved across his belly and nudged at the base of his hardening shaft. He whimpered louder when they encircled it and tugged gently. When one probed further, touching his entrance, he moaned aloud.

Moving his hips forward to make access easier, Sys shuddered as the weeping head of his cock rubbed against the cotton of his shorts. He was so glad he wasn't wearing underpants.

Arching his back, Sys threw his head back so Dee could bend and kiss his lips. He squeaked as the tentacle entered him, losing focus. There was no more room in his mind for thought. All his awareness was fixed on the amazing things Dee was doing to his body.

It was as though Dee had dozens of arms. Some were wrapped around his thighs on the outside of his shorts and some had slipped under the material, to caress the sensitive skin on his inner thighs. Like fingers, they massaged his hot flesh and made him moan. And then there was the one that was wrapped around his shaft, squeezing and stroking up and down, and the one that was squirming over his balls, and the one that was penetrating him and the one... oh God that one was...

Making keening noises he shuddered, not knowing if he should thrust up or back, twisting his head from side to side and clamping his hands convulsively on Dee's arms.

"Ssh, my darling. Relax. Let me take care of you."

"Relax? How...how... Mmmm." Sys' eyes rolled as the firm, flexible tentacles massaged, tweaked, stroked and penetrated. He was so frenzied he couldn't keep still. Writhing, flailing, and bucking, he trembled all over. Panting hard, his hands gripped Dee, with a vice-like grip as, for the first time in over seven years he opened to Dee that one place that was usually closed.

Dee cried out as the muscle ring opened and drew him inside. The tips of his tentacles were highly sensitive, especially when engorged with blood, as they were during sex, and the contractions of the muscles were a pleasure that bordered on pain.

Clasping Dee tightly, and gritting his teeth, Sys' body went rigid in Dee's arms. He sucked Dee's tentacle inside, causing Dee to shudder and moan, his eyes clamped shut and his mouth hanging open.

And then Sys convulsed powerfully, knocking Dee over backwards and expelled him forcefully from his body. Rolling away from Dee, Sys curled on his side, writhing and shuddering in the grass.

"Fuck, Sys... Sys are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

Sys uncurled and lay on his back, starting up at Dee, with eyes brighter than the stars that were beginning to appear on the velvety night sky "No, Dee. No, you could never hurt me. That wass beautiful."

"Sometimes, you scare the fuck out of me when you cum."

"Ssorry," Sys said unrepentantly, grinning.

"Liar," Dee said, mirroring the grin. "Come on, let's go inside. It's getting cold out here."

After taking a shower together, Sys and Dee were sitting in the armchair in front of a roaring fire. Sys was curled up on Dee's lap, with his head on Dee's shoulder, half asleep. Both of them jumped out of their skins when the door crashed open. Luke blew in with the blast of cold air. 

"Fathther... Dee... Hurry, ththey are coming."

"Who'ss coming? What'ss wrong."

"The hunterss fathther. The people from the bad plasse. They know we are here. They are coming for uss. I have led them away but it won't be long before ththey realisse ththey have been fooled. We musst leave... right NOW."

Sys was stunned. "Leave? But... but what about our ththingss? Where would we go? What...?"

Dee was far more directive. Gently, setting Sys on his feet, he took command. "Sys, go and get dressed. Throw some clothes in a bag, something we can carry easily. Dress warmly in as many layers of clothes as you can. Luke, gather together anything we can't live without... lighters, matches, some food that will keep. Put them in the big rucksack. I'll go call Jo'el."

"Already done," Luke gasped. "He's meeting us at the transfer site."

Dee looked at Luke in surprise, then laughed. "You never cease to surprise me, little person. You're growing up so fast." Father and son shared a moment of deep connection, as they grinned at each other. "Go help your father. I'll fill the rucksack. Dress warmly. The transfer will be cold.

Nodding, Luke grabbed Sys' hand and dragged him into the bedroom.

Within ten minutes, they were gathered at the doorway. Sys scanned the cabin with tears in his eyes. "I wass happy here," he said softly.

"And you'll be happy somewhere else. I'll make you happy, I swear. Now go." He pushed Sys and Luke gently, towards the track, and turned one last time. Flicking a lighter, he touched it to a rag he had soaked in petrol. With a sigh, he threw it into the room where it flared briefly, then caught the mound of cloth in the middle of the floor, and exploded into flames. There was too much at stake, too many secrets in the very wood of the walls for it to be left standing. Not only that, but it would draw the hunters, hopefully giving them time to slip away.

Scanning the darkness with straining eyes, the little family ran across the open space between the lake and the place where the track plunged into the woods. From the direction the hunters would be coming they would be behind the house and hopefully, wouldn't be seen before they melted into the darkness of the trees.

All three were adept at hunting and tracking. They knew well enough how to cover their tracks, and they did the absolute best they could. It was a little over two miles to the place where they would be meeting Jo'el. He was the co-ordinator of the strictly secret, undercover group; dedicated to helping the aliens, who, more and more frequently, ended up in the hands of the government research facilities or military bases, after having the misfortune to set foot on Earth, either accidentally or in hope of making diplomatic contact.

Recently, far too late for many, word had come, through Jo'el, that Earth had been declared a 'hostile' and 'dangerous' planet. There would be less deliberate attempts at contact, although the accidental visitors would, no doubt, continue to be pulled into the gravitational orbit and end up on a dissecting table. For many, there was no chance of reprieve or escape, but Jo'el and his little group would continue to fight for those who could be helped.

Even though it was now the darkest part of the night, there was still plenty of moonlight to see by. This was a blessing and a curse. It meant that they could see well enough to move faster, but it also meant that their pursuers could see more clearly to follow.

Luke had told them that he'd seen a group of half a dozen men, dressed in black and carrying guns slung over their shoulders. They seemed to be well trained, and they were talking about finding the cabin and 'disposing of' whatever and whoever they found. It didn't sound as if they knew any more about the group's activities.

When they got to the end of the track, it turned sharply onto a country road. Crouching in the shadows, they anxiously looked up and down, but saw nothing move. On the other side, a little to their left, was a gate into a field. It was in this field that Jo'el would be waiting.

"What now?" Sys asked in a whisper.

"We can't sit here all night, wondering if it's safe," Dee said firmly. "The road is never going to be less exposed and the gate is never going to be nearer. I don't think we have anything at all to gain by waiting. Once we're in the field we can keep under the hedge until Jo'el arrives."

"So, we go?" Luke asked and, as soon as Dee nodded he was off, bolting across the tarmac for the gate. Sys was a moment behind and Dee moments after. Luke vaulted the gate and disappeared. Sys was right behind, being rather more refined about climbing. It was then that it happened.

Sys had one foot on the gate and had hitched himself up ready to swing his leg over, when there was a loud crack from behind them and Sys fell backwards, knocking Dee over. 

"Sys? Sys, what the fuck?" Sys was lying sprawled, unmoving in the shadow of the hedge. Frantically Dee turned him over and brushed the hair out of his face. There was something warm and sticky on his face. His eyes fluttered and his lips twitched. Dee leaned forward to hear, as Sys whispered.

"Luke. Ssave... ssave... Luke. Take... take care..." Sys' eyes rolled closed and Dee snarled. Grief swelled in his chest, only to be thrust aside by anger like he had never felt before in his life.

Sys was his life, his love. No one, no one, could take that away from him. He'd promised to keep him safe and – thanks to someone; someone out there, he'd failed. Whoever they were; they were not going to get away with it.

Crouching in the shadows, over the body of his fallen lover, Dee froze and waited. Eyes scanning the darkness of the woods, he saw it. It was the tiniest flash, the moonlight glancing off something metallic. With a roar, he launched himself to his feet and across the road. The startled hunter had no chance to do anything as Dee grabbed him by the throat and yanked him out of the trees.

The terrified hunter struggled in his grip and was terrified even further when something burst out of Dee, tearing away the layers of t-shirts he was wearing and punching the hunter like a fist in the stomach. Aided by his lashing hair, Dee's tentacles wrapped themselves around the man's neck, tightened, crushing his windpipe, and then twisted with mad strength and broke his neck.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Dee turned, to see another hunter standing in the road, his gun raised.

Using the first as a shield, Dee roared and ran at the man, throwing his dead colleague at him, and knocking the gun out of his hand. His tentacles writhed before him and grabbed the man around the waist. He jerked the man towards him and squeezed the breath out of him, pinning his arms to his sides. Before he could do anything further, the man suddenly stiffened and his eyes met Dee's for a moment, as he opened his mouth as if to speak. Instead of words, frothy blood burst from the lips and Dee hastily let go of him. As the hunter fell, Dee saw one of Luke's arrows sticking out of his back, and he paused long enough to smile. 

He didn't have much time to think, though, because three hunters burst from the wood, and suddenly he was fighting desperately for his life. 

Arrows flew over his shoulder as he ran at the nearest man. He heard one of the other two curse and fall. The first one already had his gun raised and he heard the crack of its discharge. And then, without pain or any other sensation at all, he was falling forwards into darkness. As he fell he saw a huge flash of light, and heard screams and shouts, but he might have imagined that because in the click of the fingers it all winked out and there was nothing.



Tentacles Ch. 06



"Dee. Dee?" 

Someone was shaking him, and he didn't want to wake up. At first he couldn't remember why he didn't want to wake up, but the feeling was really, really strong and he held on to unconsciousness as hard and as long as he could.

"Dee, wake up. I know you can hear me. Wake up... pleasse."

It was the hiss that did it. The hiss made him think of Sys, and, although his lips began to curve into a smile, the memory of what had happened in the last minutes before he passed out slammed into him. 

"Sys," he cried, as if the word hurt him, and sat bolt upright, very nearly smacking heads with the startled boy who leaned over him.

"Dee... oh Dee, you're alright. I've been sso sscared." Luke threw himself into his arms and he tightened them around him.

"It's alright, Luke. I'm alright. Everything's going to be alright."

While he hugged the trembling boy, he looked around and was very surprised to find that he was indoors. The room was large and bright, but bare, with just a bed, a chest and a rail for hanging clothes on. There were no clothes on the rail. Neither were there any clothes on Dee.

"Where are we?" he asked Luke. Luke sat up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. He sniffed.

"I don't know," he said, his lip trembling. Dee's heart contracted. He looked just like his father and he was, after all, still only a child. Automatically he reached for him and pulled him back into his arms, hugging him tightly. Luke took a deep breath. He was shaking but, when he spoke, it was calmly.

"It wass all crazzy. When I heard the bang I jumped back over the gate and... and fathther wasss... I... I had my arrowss and I sshot ththe man you were fighting, and another one, but there were sso many. And then one shshot you, but I got him for you," he said proudly, then sniffed again. 

"And ththen Jo'el came. I heard him calling me, and ththere was a bright light and lotss of people. Ssomeone came and made me go with ththem. I didn't want to. I wanted to sstay with you and fathther but... Ththere wass... they came ththrough a portal and the man pulled me ththrough it. The next ththing I knew, I wass here. It'ss a big housse, with lotss of roomss. I haven't explored. I've tried but... It'ss not that they won't let me but... I didn't want to leave you, or fathther, jusst in casse ssomething happened. I've been sso sscared."

Throwing his arms around Dee's neck, Luke buried his head in his shoulder and started to cry. Gently Dee rocked him, his mind numb, unable to process and make sense of everything that had happened. There was something nagging in the back of his mind, but most of him was ignoring it, telling him that being numb was good. Being numb stopped him feeling the pain.

The problem was, that he couldn't ignore it. He couldn't hold on to the numbness, because all he could hear was the crack of the gun and all he could see were those beautiful golden eyes closing - over and over and...

"Luke?" Dee pushed Luke away, probably a little too hard, but he wasn't thinking clearly. "You said you didn't want to leave me – or Sys – Is he here? Is he...? Is he...?"

"Yess. He'ss not awake yet. They ssaid he was hurt worsse than you. But he'ss going to be okay."

"He's not dead?"

Luke shook his head. "No. They weren't real gunss. I mean... ththey were real but... they didn't shoot bulletss. It was ssome kind of... Oh, I don't undersstand. But ththey don't kill you, anyway; they jusst knock you out. Fathther was hurt more becausse he banged hiss head when he fell. But ththe doctor ssaid he'ss going to be fine. I'm not ssuppossed to bother him... or you... but what did they expect? I'm only a kid."

Dee grinned and pulled Luke into another, quick, bright, hug. "You may be a kid, but you're a wonderful one. I'm so proud of you Luke. Your father's going to be, too."

"He iss going to be okay issn't he Dee? Only... well ... I knew you would be alright becausse you're - well, you. But... but fathther... I'm sscared."

"Your father is tougher than he looks, Luke, a lot tougher. If the doctor said he's going to be okay then you can be absolutely sure that he will be. I've never met anyone as strong as he is."

"But..."

"Shall we go see him?"

"You too?"

"Both of us. You can show me the way."

Eagerly, Luke jumped up and grabbed Dee by the hand, pulling him off the bed. Dee was expecting to feel faint or sore, but he actually felt surprisingly good, as he stood up and dug his heels in, to stop Luke dragging him from the room naked.

"Woah, there fella. I've no idea where we are and I'm damned sure that I'm not going to be wandering around stark ass naked. I'm not stepping through that door until I have something covering my bits."

"How about a pillow casse? Oopss no, I meant a ssock."

The fact that Luke was bouncing back, and regaining his sense of humour, did more to calm and reassure Dee than anything else. He gently cuffed him across the head and strode across the room, to lift the lid of the chest. Fortunately, his clothes were there, neatly folded, along with the unopened backpack.

Quickly pulling on jeans, shirt and shoes, Dee hurried out of the room, following Luke.

Outside the door was a hall. It was high ceilinged and painted pale green. It could have been a hall in any public building, anywhere. Along the hall, were doors, and Luke led him to the last one, before a set of plain steps led downward.

The room was very much like the one Dee had woken up in, except that this one was so much better and so much brighter... because it had Sys in it.

Instantly, the world faded; nothing else existed except Dee and the beautiful man he'd thought he'd lost. Sys seemed to be sleeping peacefully, his eyes gently closed, a slight smile on his lips and his breathing deep and even. He was so beautiful; more beautiful than ever.

"He'ss been assleep for agess," Luke whispered. "Sso were you. We've been here two dayss. I wass afraid neither of you would wake up."

Dee gave his son a one handed hug and kissed his hair. "It's okay now, sweet boy. We're here with you now. Everything's going to be fine. Why don't you go find Jo'el, or someone who can tell me what the hell's going on? Tell him where I am and that I want to talk to someone. Maybe you can get the doctor to come up and give us both a once-over."

"Okay," Luke whispered, his eyes on his father. Then, he seemed to draw himself up and, with a grim expression on his face to cover the trembling of his lips, he nodded. "I'll get it ssorted. You can count on me."

"I know we can count on you, little person. If it hadn't been for you, we'd have been sitting ducks at the cabin when the hunters came, and who knows where we'd have been right now. You saved us, and I couldn't be prouder of you."

The grim look disappeared, and Luke grinned broadly, then slipped from the room, leaving Dee alone with his love.

"Oh, Sys," he breathed. "I thought I'd lost you. I don't want to live in a world without you. It would be no life at all for me." He stroked Sys' hair, avoiding the stiff, white, bandage around his temples, and took the limp, lifeless hand in his.

"I love you so much, Sys. Wake up now. It's time for you to come back to me. I really can't handle all of this without you. And Luke... he's been so brave, but he's only a little boy and he's frightened for you. It's time to come back to both of us, now." 

Dee bent over Sys, and tenderly kissed his lips. The lips were warm and soft under his and, after a moment, they twitched and parted for him. "Sys?"

Pulling back, he looked down into Sys' face as his eyelids fluttered, and then rose over dazed eyes.

"Sys?"

"Dee? What...? Where...?"

"Ssh, it's okay. We're safe."

"Ssafe." Suddenly the vague, dreamy expression in Sys' eyes disappeared, and he sat bolt upright. "Luke." 

With a groan, Sys's hand fluttered to his head, as he fell back. He looked rather green.

"Are you okay? Are you going to throw up?"

"No. I... I mean... I'm fine. I'm not going to ththrow up. What happened to Luke? Iss Luke alright?"

"Luke's fine. He was here a moment ago. He went to find someone who can tell us what's going on."

"Good. I guesss Jo'el came to the rescue, then."

"I guess so. After you went down, I freaked out and went a little wild."

"A little wild?"

"I think I killed one of them and I'm pretty sure I took down another one before they got me. Luke was fantastic. He shot at least two, that I saw."

"Iss he alright?"

"Relax, Sys, he's fine."

"I know, I know... I jussst..."

Dee leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Sys closed his eyes and sighed, breathing in his smell. "How long have we been here?"

"I've no idea. They got me too. I only just woke up myself."

Sys' eyes were instantly soft and concerned. He raised a hand to stroke Dee's face. "Are you alright?" he breathed.

"I'm fine. I didn't do a stupid thing, like hitting my head on the way down."

"Oh," Sis touched the bandage and winced. "Yess. Hurtss."

"Good."

"Good?"

"You deserve it for worrying me so much." Dee said, smiling tenderly into the beautifully familiar face, which was smiling back at him.

"I'm ssorry for worrying you. I didn't mean to. I wish I'd been ththere fighting right next to you. I would have torn ththeir throatsss out." His eyes glittered and Dee shivered. He was very glad that he was not on the receiving end of that cold stare.

The coldness disappeared quickly and warmth flooded back, as Sys reached for Dee. "I'm cold. Warm me."

"You're always cold."

"And you always warm me."

Smiling, Dee, lowered himself gently to lie next to Sys, on the rather narrow bed. Sys cuddled into his side and hissed softly. Dee stroked his hair and stared into his face, unable to tear his eyes away from Sys' smile.

"Mmm." Sys rubbed his face against Dee's hand. "It'ss nice here."

"What do you mean?"

"Here, in your armss. You were right. The cabin doessn't matter and my planet doessn't matter. All ththat matterss iss that you are here and I am here and Luke iss here. Ththat'ss all I need; all I will ever need."

"Dee tucked the heavy blue hair away, behind Sys' ear and left his fingers there, playing idly with the soft locks. Resting his head on one hand he looked down, no smile on his face.

"What'ss wrong?" Sys asked, uncertainly.

"Absolutely nothing," Dee said, still not smiling. "I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'll always give thanks for that day; the day I happened to take a walk in a snowstorm and found an angel."

"I'm not an angel."

"Oh yes, you are. You're my angel; my guardian angel."

Sys raised his hand and lightly brushed Dee's lips with his finger. Dee let them part and drew the finger inside. Sys shivered, as he sucked and nipped gently.

"Dee... Dee I need... It's been sso... hard..."

"It still is I think," Dee purred as his hand stroked down over his shoulder and hip to where the evidence was swelling.

"Oh pleasse, pleasse Dee."

"Is this really the time and place?"

"I neeed you Dee. Pleassse?" he begged, with his lips and his eyes and Dee was helpless.

Dee's hand squeezed and Sys jumped, but when Dee's fingers began to roam, Sys stopped him. "Not your handsss, Dee. Pleasse not your handss."

Dee smiled and raised his hand again, to brush Sys' face, while some of his tentacles crept under his shirt and began to caress his hot skin, roaming over his chest, stomach, hips, back... everywhere. Sys moaned and closed his eyes, arching against Dee. Dee lay down and put his arms around Sys, pulling him close. Sys clung to him and thrust his tongue deeply into Dee's mouth.

He whimpered, when Dee's tentacle wrapped around his balls and squeezed gently. The tentacles throbbed and pulsed against his hot skin, as they writhed and slid and squeezed. Sys' eyes rolled. 

Shifting his arm, so that Sys' head could fall back, Dee released his lips, so he could nudge aside the hair and bite into his neck. Sys bucked and thrust against the tentacles, grabbing handfuls of Dee's shirt and pulled him close. He buried his face in Dee's shoulder, whimpering and moaning. He almost screamed when one of the tentacles probed deeper and slid into his ass. Making a strangled choking sound, he arched sharply, and came hard.

Dee withdrew his tentacles and held Sys close until the trembling stopped and his breathing evened out.

"Ththank you," Sys whispered, relaxing against him. Dee raised his head on his hand again and watched him fall asleep, hissing.

He was half dozing, himself, when the door burst open and Luke's anxious voice begged, "Dee? Dee, have you gone to ssleep again? Dee, are you al-right?"

"I'm fine, Luke," he said, not turning. "Sys," he murmured brushing the tousled hair from Sys' sleeping face. "Darling, Luke's here. He's worried about you."

Sys stirred and hissed quietly. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled, reaching for Dee. "Hun, Luke is here," he repeated and, immediately, Sys came fully awake and sat up, only to fall back with a groan. 

"I'm going to have to sstop doing ththat."

"Yes, you are. At least until it stops hurting."

Carefully, Dee disentangled himself from Sys and stood up. "Luke," Sys said, with tears in his eyes. "I wass sso worried about you."

"You were worried about me? Father, you were unconssciouss and I didn't know if you were ever going to wake up."

"Sssilly boy." Sys reached out his arms and Luke threw himself onto the bed and started to cry. Hissing in what Dee called his 'fathering hiss', he stroked Luke's back and smiled at Dee over his shoulder.

Luke had not come alone and the other person in the room coughed pointedly. He had his arms crossed and was tapping his foot. "IF the touching father-son reunion is over, can we please get to business? I was, actually, doing something important when the half pint snake-ling came and dragged me away."

"Hey Jo'el," Dee said with a smile. He knew Jo'el well enough not to be fooled by the gruff exterior. Jo'el was clearly not human. Under five feet tall, he was thickset with massive, corded forearms and enormous shoulders. A wild mane of thick black hair stood out around his head and neck, tumbling, in a tangled mass, to his waist. The least human thing about him was the snout-like nose with a razor sharp tusk on either side. The effect was fearsome but the twinkle in his blue eyes was kindly and keen.

"You still like making an entrance, Dee. Nothing changes."

"Oh, things change, Jo'el." He turned his head to look at Sys and Luke. "Sometimes, things change so much you can't remember how they were before."

Jo'el snorted. "You've gone soft, Dee."

"I'm not going to argue with you there."

"There are worse things to go soft for," Jo'el said, with a smile in his voice, and a glance at Sys. "You make a nice little family, although I still don't trust snakes... they'll bite you as good as look at you."

"Only when you want them to, Jo'el; only when you want them too."

"So, what comes next?"

"What do you want to come next?"

"I don't care where we go or what we do; I just want them to be safe."

Jo'el nodded, a grim smile on his face. "I've been making discrete enquiries. There's someone I want you to meet."

Dee was startled. "There is? Who?"

"Follow me." He turned and walked out of the door.

"I'll be back soon," Dee said hurriedly to Luke and Sys, ignoring their queries as he knew Jo'el wouldn't wait.

"So, what is this place?" Dee asked as he followed Jo'el down the corridor.

"A halfway house. We're miles away from anywhere, in the middle of the country. Out front we're a half dilapidated, mouldy, rather pathetic, open to the public stately home. Up here and," he nodded with his head to a staircase, "down there... well, you'll see."

Dee followed him down the narrow, dusty staircase, wondering with only mild curiosity. He didn't really care what was going on as long as Sys and Luke were going to be safe. With Jo'el involved he knew they would be.

Downstairs, was a very different world than the one above-ground. They were in a basement of sorts but it was a LOT bigger than was actually possible for it to be. In the centre, was an enormous platform, with red rope around the edge. On the platform was a... well, the closest Dee could come to describing it was – a circle of light; purple light. While he had no idea what it was, Dee knew exactly what it did – it moved people. 

As he followed Jo'el around the edge of the platform, a little group of people came out of a door on the far side. It was difficult to tell, because they were just about the least human aliens he'd yet seen, but they seemed to be a family unit; two parents and a child, with a baby in arms. They climbed, or rather, oozed, onto the platform and into the circle. After a few moments the purple light shot up to the ceiling, obscuring the family. When it fell again, they were gone.

This was one of the 'clearing centres'; places dotted around the earth where stranded and abused aliens were taken and, either re located to safe places on earth, or returned to their own planets. As long as they appeared on Jo'el's vast database of alien species, he could return them to any planet associated with them, or any of the other species listed. 

"In here, Dee." Jo'el startled him out of his reverie and he turned to enter the room that he was being directed into. There was someone in there. They were sitting on a chair with their back to him and all he could see was a mass of purple hair.

"Sysan?" Jo'el said, "this is the man I told you about."

The figure rose and turned and Dee took a step backwards. If it hadn't been for the colour of the hair, the vivid purple of his eyes, and the fact that he was considerably less slender, and more muscular, this man could have been Sys.

"What the hell is this?" He turned to Jo'el. "If you've betrayed us..."

"Eassy," the snake-man said, holding up his hands, palm outwards. "I am not here to make trouble. I sswear."

"I know the situation snake-man. I know that Sys was exiled and I swear to God that if you're the bastard who betrayed him then, prince or not, I'm going to tear your heart out and feed it to you. And if you think you can drag him back..."

"No, no, you missundersstand. I... I have not come here to make trouble for..." his eyes flickered, as he frowned, "Ssyss. I am hiss brothther. I have come to tell him ththat the ssituassion iss changed. It iss ssafe for him to return home if he wishshess." His accent was thicker that Sys', and Dee had to concentrate to understand.

"How do I know this isn't a trick? That you're not trying to get him back to your planet to punish him more, not that you could."

Sysan winced. "I can undersstand why you would fear ththiss. Ththere iss noththing I could ssay ththat could make you trusst me and ththat iss ass it shshould be. You sseek to protect your mate and I honour ththat. If I could jusst sspeak to him. I know he will..."

"Will what?" a voice said from behind Dee. He spun to find Sys, his face white as a sheet and his eyes enormous, looking over his shoulder. "Leave my home and my family to return to ssomewhere that rejected me, punisshed me and ssent me away jusst becausse I made a misstake about who I fell in love with? Return to people who turned ththeir backsss on me when I needed ththem mosst?"

"Ssyththssuththssyss, we didn't turn our backss on you. We fought sso hard for you. We couldn't get anywhere near you. Fathther and I were ththrow into the dungeon for dayss and mothther wass sso upsset it made her ill. We did everyththing, Ssyththssuththssyss." He glanced uncomfortably at me. "Sys," he corrected himself.

Sys' face softened. "You did? You fought for me?" Sysan nodded. "I ththought you... I ththought you had turned your backss on me; ththat you hadn't come becausse you had bought into ththeir crap. I didn't know... I didn't know... All thiss time... I didn't... know."




Tentacles Ch. 06



Dee reached out to Sys, shattered by the torment in his voice, but Sysan was faster and pulled him into a rough embrace.

"We would never, ever turn our backss on you, little brothther; we love you. We have been ssearching for sso long."

For a long time, Sys and Sysan simply held each other, desperately clinging. Luke, frightened, clung to Dee and he put his arm around him, pulling him close.

Finally, Sys pulled away, dashing his arm across his eyes and sniffing. His lips trembled. "I... I was pregnant, Sssysssanththesssyusss. I was having hiss baby."

"Oh no..." Sysan stumbled backwards, hit the chair, and nearly fell. "Did he know?"

"Yess, he knew."

"What... what happened to...?"

Sys turned and beckoned to Luke. "Thiss iss Luke... my sson."

Sysan stared at Luke, his mouth hanging open. Then, suddenly he whooped and, grabbing Lukr, swung him up into the air, making him yell with fear.

"Sssysssanththesssyusss, put my sson down ththiss instant. You're sscaring him."

Sysan set Luke on his feet again, looking sheepish. "Ssorry, little man. I wass carried away. It hass been a long time. I missssed my brothther sso much and I didn't know... if I had known... Mothther and fathther will be sso exssited." Suddenly the smile faded and he raised his eyes to Sys. "You can't bring him home. Or... or you can't... you can't ever tell who he iss."

"What? Why?"

"Ththere'ss been a war... Sys. That'ss why I'm here. The royal family have been wiped out. There iss a people'ss counssil now. We have been petitioning for yearss. The exssile wass lifted but we had no idea where you were. If it hadn't been for Jo'el... But... all of the royal family were exssecuted. If ththey knew... It would not be ssafe for him if they knew Luke iss the prinsse'ss sson."

Sys swayed and this time Dee would have let no one get in his way, as he put his arm around his lover and steadied him against his side, before leading him to a chair and helping him sit down. Luke clung to both of them, looking scared.

"It'ss too much. Jusst too much. I can't... I can't think. I can't..."

"I'm ssorry, Sys. I... I ththought you would be happy. I ththought..."

"I am happy, Sysan, I am. I jusst... I don't know what to do, what to ththink. It'ss been sso long and I have... I have wanted for sso long... longed to..." He started to cry and Luke threw his arms around his neck, distressed that his father was in so much pain. Dee embraced them both.

"I think, perhaps, we should talk again later." Dee's look towards Sysan was no longer hostile but very firm. Sysan nodded. 

"I'm truly ssorry ththat I have upsset you, brothther. I didn't mean to. We have all been ssso worried. I will return to our family and give ththem ththe good newss. Let uss know when you are ready and we will come to you... or you uss. Whatever you want."

Sys didn't reply, his face buried in Luke's hair and his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Sadly Sysan turned and walked out the door. At the threshold he paused.

"We never sstopped loving you; never sstopped misssing you. But we will undersstand. Whatever you desside we will undersstand."



Tentacles Ch. 07



"I'm tired, Dee," Sys said at last, raising his head. His eyes were red and puffy and his face almost as white as the bandage around his head. "My head hurtss sso much and I can't... I can't ththink. Pleasse, I need to... jusst need to..."

"You don't need to think, Sys. You're still not well. Jo'el, is there somewhere he can rest?"

"Of course. Follow me."

Dee picked Luke up into his arms. The little boy was trembling and crying softly. He buried his face in Dee's hair and clung to him, with his arms around his neck. With one arm firmly holding him, Dee used the other to help Sys to his feet and hold him close against his side, steadying him when he would have swayed. Sys turned up to him a face that was pale and streaked with tears but with an expression in his eyes and smile on his lips that spoke only of love.

"Ththank you, Dee. I don't know what I would do without you."

"You're a strong man, Sys. You'd do fine. But I am here and as long as I'm here I will protect you and care for you in any way I possibly can."

Sys' smile turned bashful and he rested his head on Dee's shoulder for a moment, before they walked towards am impatient Jo'el. He led them to a little suite, just off the main hall. There was a tiny bathroom, with a toilet and washbasin, an only slightly larger bedroom and a third room with a sofa a chair, a screen in the wall and a chest on which were laid out basic provisions... a kettle, packets of dried tack, biscuits and various powdered food and drink.

Gratefully, Sys sank onto the sofa and Dee set Luke on his feet. The little boy ran straight to the sofa and climbed up beside his father, snuggling into his side. Sys put his arm around him, wincing.

"Give me a minute, baby. I want to speak to Jo'el. I'll be right back."

Sys looked up, wearily, and nodded with a somewhat anxious smile.

Jo'el was hovering outside, knowing that Dee would be looking for him. "Where is Sysan?" 

"Gone back to his home planet."

"How did you find him?"

"It wasn't easy. I tracked him down through a series of contacts."

"Why did you look?"

"Because, for some ridiculous reason I happen to be fond of you... and ever fonder of that absurd snake."

Dee smiled, uncertainly. "That's not exactly what I meant but... thanks... I guess."

"I thought that it couldn't hurt. I went through others, as I said and made sure there was no way I could be traced if things went wrong."

"How do you know you can trust him?"

"I don't." Jo'el turned thoughtful. "I've been in this business for a long time and I've learned to read people; their reactions, their expressions, the things they say and how they say them. There was genuine joy in the faces of the people I spoke to, Dee. I've seen, via a photo-link, Sys' mother, father, sister... and Sysan. They were so happy to know that he was safe and well. They wanted to come right then, but I made them wait. I made them convince me. They told me about the situation on their planet and that they were sure it would be safe for Sys to be in contact, or even go back. I met him before I let him anywhere near you, before I even let him know what planet you're on. I'm as sure as I can be that he's genuine; that he's telling the truth."

Dee scoured Jo'el's gruff face. He could be an ornery bugger and was as hard as they come, but he'd always played straight with Dee, and Dee had always known he had a soft spot for Sys. Who could blame him? With a smile and a sigh of relief Dee nodded and laid his hand on Jo'el's thick shoulder. A look of mutual understanding passed between them and then Jo'el strode off on some errand or another, bellowing orders at someone.

Opening the door softly, he slipped back into the room. Luke was half asleep, as Sys toyed with his hair. They had both stopped crying, although Sys still looked pale and stressed. He tried to smile at Dee, but it came out as a grimace.

Dee sat on the arm of the sofa and slid his arm around Sys' shoulders, resting his cheek on top of his head. The mane of bright blue hair was soft and, despite everything they had been though, smelled good. Dee could feel the tension thrum through Sys' body and sighed

"You should rest."

"Rest? How can I rest with all these thoughts in my head?"

"If I know you, you're thinking yourself round in circles. I've spoken to Jo'el: he was the one who got into contact with your family. He used all his contacts to find them."

Sys, jerked, his face tilting up, causing Dee to draw back sharply. "He did? Why?"

"Because he likes you; God knows why."

For a moment, Sys looked shocked, then his face softened into a smile. "He'ss a good man." Then he sighed and the smile faded again. "What shshould I do, Dee?"

"Whatever you want to. I'm behind you 100%."

"I know but I..."

"Fathther," Luke said sleepily. Sys, smiling softly, looked down into his son's tense face.

"It'ss alright, Luke, baby. It'ss going to be fine. We'll work it out."

"I like him, Fathther."

"You like who?"

"The man withth purple eyess. He'ss a bit sscary but he'ss a good man; I can feel it. But if he makess you ssad I will hunt him for you."

Sys gaped, and then pulled Luke close. Resting his head on his son's Sys sniffed as his eyes leaked again.

"It'ss okay, Luke. Ththere'ss no need to hunt anyone. That man iss your uncle and we will ssee him again ssoon. I'll make ssure he doessn't sscare you nexst time."

Satisfied, Luke tucked himself back in to his father's side and hissed softly to himself. Sys raised his eyes to Dee's again. His face was calm now, but so, so sad. Dee ruffled his hair and he sighed. 

"Right," Dee said after fifteen minutes of watching Sys fight sleep and Luke succumb to it. "You two are going to bed." Effortlessly, he scooped Luke up into his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Luke stirred and hissed, but didn't wake. After tucking him beneath the covers he went back for Sys who was still sitting on the sofa, staring into the distance with a frown on his face.

"You, too," Dee said, gently.

"There'ss too much going on insside my head. I couldn't resst."

"You're almost asleep, Sys. I don't think it's going to be a problem." Sys' eyes were dazed when he looked up, and they pulled at Dee's heart. "You really need to stop stressing. Things will happen as they are supposed to happen. What's upsetting you so much?"

"I've lived for eight yearss believing I can't go home. I've yearned for it, Dee. I've ssat and cried, remembering my family and ththe way ththey betrayed me. I never knew. I never knew what ththey'd gone ththrough, how ththey tried to get to me. I feel sso guilty. And I'm sscared."

"Scared? What are you scared of?"

"That I won't be what ththey exspect me to be. I've changed, Dee. I've changed a lot. I'm not the ssame persson I wass before and I'm sscared ththey won't like me now."

"Sys, you're the most beautiful person I know. Of course they'll like you now."

Sys tried to smile but it was a pale one. "I wissh I could believe you, but you don't know my parentss. Ththey're good people. Ththey're important people and ththey have a reputation to keep up. I'm a sstranger now, a sstranger who wass exssiled and who lived on anothther planet for eight yearss. I won't be like ththem anymore."

"No, you'll be like you and that's what they'll see, Sys; that's what they'll love."

"Are you ssure?"

"Of course I'm sure. Did you see the way Sysan was with you? He was so happy to see you."

"Yess. Oh I don't know. I don't know how to feel, what to ththink. I'm sso tired, Dee, sso..." He sighed and leaned against Dee's side, trembling slightly.

"You need to sleep, Sys. You'll feel much better after you've had a good sleep. I would say a good night's sleep but I have no idea what time of day or night it is."

Sys looked around, dully and shrugged.

"Okay... bed." 

Dee got up and held out his hand. Smiling sadly, Sys took it and allowed Dee to pull him to his feet. He swayed and Dee wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. With a tired smile, Sys tilted up his face and accepted a soft, tender, kiss. 

Resting his head on Dee's shoulder, Sys simple allowed himself to be held, listening to the steady beat of Dee's heart, feeling it vibrate through his chest. Dee was stroking his hair and it felt so good. So go...

Dee was caught by surprise when Sys' whole weight fell on him and he tightened his arms quickly, to stop him sinking onto the floor. That Sys had passed out didn't surprise him at all, though. He'd been running on empty for a while. Lifting Sys into his arms, he carried him into the bedroom and tucked him into bed, next to Luke. 

Looking down at his sleeping lover and son, Dee was swept with a feeling of such love and tenderness it almost knocked him off his feet. He wasn't quite sure what was going to happen in their future, but he knew that whatever it was they would face it together and they would be alright.

Suddenly feeling exhausted himself, he went back into the living room and fell fast asleep on the sofa.

Dee had no idea how long he'd slept. He was woken by Luke, who'd recovered his high spirits.

"Dee... Dee wake up, I'm bored."

"Go wake your father and bother him."

"Fathther issn't feeling well. He ssaid not to bothther you but I'm ssoooo bored." He looked at Dee with his wide eyes, his lips trembling until Dee laughed and ruffled his hair. "And I'm sso hungry my sstomach hurtss."

That clinched it. As soon as Luke mentioned he was hungry, Dee's stomach growled. "Alright, pain in my neck. Let my just check in on Sys and I'll take you in search of food and adventure." Luke grinned broadly.

Dee slipped into the bedroom, leaving the door open slightly, so there was some light and he didn't have to switch the main light on.

"Sys, are you awake?"

"Yess."

Dee eased himself down onto the bed and stroked Sys' hair. "Luke says you aren't feeling well."

"I'm okay."

"Liar, you sound awful."

"Hmm... my head hurtss."

"I'm not surprised, after everything that happened... yesterday?" He laughed. Who knows when it was? "You completely exhausted yourself and you weren't well to start with."

"Neithther were you," Sys murmured.

"I was, and am fine. You're the idiot who tried to bash his brains out. You should rest as much as you can."

"What about my family?"

"They've waited this long, they can wait for another day. Sleep. I'm taking Luke in search of food and adventure. Do you want me to bring some back for you?"

"Adventure?" Sys teased.

"No, food."

Sys frowned. "I'm not hungry but, maybe I will be when you come back."

"I'll bring you something, then. I had better find you asleep when I get back."

"I'll try."

Dee leaned down and kissed his forehead, lingering for a while, brushing his skin with his lips, moving down to kiss his eyelids, cheeks, nose, and finally his mouth. Sys sighed and let his lips part, accepting Dee eagerly.

Shifting, so that he was half lying on Sys, Dee made the kiss more urgent. For all that he said, he was still shaken about all that had happened and he needed the warmth of Sys' love.

"Eeew. Not again? Do you two EVER sstop kissssing? Come ON, Dee. I'm hungry."

Dee raised himself on one hand, and smiled down at Sys, who smiled back. "Go to sleep. Promise?"

"Promisse," Sys said, with a tired smile. With one final kiss, Dee rose and badgered Luke out of the room.

"Get out, evil child. Your poor father's lying on his sick bed and all you care about is feeding your stomach."

Luke froze, the laughter and excitement draining out of him. "Iss my fathther really ill, Dee?" 

Dee could have kicked himself, remembering how worried Luke had been, while he and Sys had been unconscious.

"No, Luke; he's just very tired and sore. He's going to be fine. We all are."

After giving Dee a hard stare through slitted eyes, Luke nodded and recovered his bounce, dragging Dee from the room.

They had a great time, exploring the facility and, to their immense relief, the grounds. There were enclosed gardens at the back of the house that were safe and secluded. Luke ran about, exploring every nook and cranny, while Dee sat on a stone bench and watched with a fond smile. He drew deeply on a cold can of beer and leaned back against the sun-drenched wall.

Despite everything that had been going on, he found that he was relaxed and happy. Who knew where they would be tomorrow, but right now they were warm and safe and relatively comfortable and, as long as they were together, that was enough for him, at least for now.

"Dee, Dee..." Luke ran up, breathless. "Ththere'ss a little wood ththing. It'ss not big enough to hunt in but it ssmells sso good. Come ssee."

"Ah, Luke, I'm tired. Don't you EVER stop bouncing around? I've just sat down and it's warm and..." 

"Come ON, Dee."

Smiling, Dee allowed himself to be dragged off the seat and through the gardens to what was, in fact, a little wood thing. It was little more than an acre of mainly scrub, but there were trees and it did smell good. Dee closed his eyes and breathed in. There was water somewhere close, he could smell it and, between the water and the trees, it brought tears to his eyes.

As if sensing his mood, Luke sidled up to his side and took his hand. "I misss home, too, Dee. Thiss iss exsciting, but I'm ssad I can't go home. All my ththingss are ththere."

"We'll make new things, Luke, and we'll find a new home."

"Can we live by a lake again? Withth lotss of treess?"

"Your father loves trees too, Luke, and lakes... I wouldn't dream of living anywhere else."

Luke pouted. "Why are you alwayss doing what Fathther wants?"

"Because I love him, Luke."

"You love me too." Dee smiled and bent down, giving him a one armed hug and kissing the top of his head.

"Oh yes, crazy little person, I love you, too. I love you more than I could ever express."

"But you love him more."

"In a different way. You are the most important thing in my world. Your father IS my world."

Luke frowned. "Grown upss are sso weird."

"Yes, little person, yes we are."

When they got back, Sys was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. When they opened the door he looked up, then got to his feet and held his arms out for Luke to run into.

"How are you feeling now?" Dee asked gently and Sys smiled.

"A lot better. I sstill have a headache, but it'ss not too bad now. And..." He took a deep breath and sighed. "I've decided ththat I am going to go home to ssee my family."

"Are you sure?" 

Sys nodded. "I have to know. I can't go ththrough the resst of my life withth what if'ss and might have been'ss hanging over me. I want to get it over ass ssoon ass I can. Jo'el iss organissing a transsfer ththiss afternoon."

"That soon? Are you sure?"

"Yess. I can't handle the sstress of ththinking and worrying and trying to work ththings ththrough in my head. I'm never going to work anyththing through until I've been; I've sseen." Dee nodded and gripped Sys' shoulder. Sys gave him a weak smile. "Dee. I want you to come withth me sso much."

"Of course I'll come with you."

"No. I don't ththink it would be a good idea to take Luke, not ththiss time. I want you to sstay and take care of him."

"Are you sure? You want to go alone?"

Tight lipped, Sys nodded. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course I don't mind," he said, taking Sys into his arms. "I'm just worried about you, that's all. You've not had an easy time of it these last few days."

"I'll be alright. Ththey're my family, Dee."

"I know but..."

"Pleasse, Dee. I need to do ththiss by myself."

"Sys, the only thing I worry about is you. You've been struggling so hard with this, and I know it's been on your mind for such a long time. I want to protect you and, if you go alone, I can't do that. But I know... I know how strong you are, and I know that you are more than capable of looking after yourself... and I also know where you are going and if you don't come back I will tear the planet apart piece by piece if I have to, to find you."

A look of pure gold broke over Sys' face and he hugged Dee close, rubbing his cheek against his chest. Luke burrowed between them.

"You two are ALWAYSS doing ththat." Sys batted him gently across the head and Luke looked up and grinned.



Tentacles Ch. 08



The wait was unbearable. Dee tried to keep Luke occupied, but he was so much on edge that he couldn't help but let some of it out and he found himself sniping at the little boy and becoming irritated with his constant frenetic energy. He realised that he was being unfair and, more than once he hugged Luke close and whispered apologies into his hair, realising that Luke was as worried about his father as he was.

The hours crawled past interminably and the both slowly went out of their minds.

They were down in the wood, not doing anything in particular, just being outside in the open air, breathing in the scent of the trees and, somewhere beyond, open water. Luke was crouching down, looking at a curious stone which he was poking at, with a stick, when he suddenly stiffened, his head going up to sniff the air like an animal.

"Ssomeone iss coming."

Dee snapped straight and turned in the direction he was looking, back towards the house. The path through the garden was obscured by the trees.

"Who is it?" Dee's heart was hammering, terrified that it was Jo'el come to tell him that something had gone wrong; something had happened.

"I don't..."

Before he could say another word, a voice called. "Dee? Luke? Are you there?"

"Sys..."

"Fathther..."

They were both off to a flying start, tearing through the trees until they saw him, waiting, at the edge of the trees. They skidded to a stop when they realised that he wasn't alone. Sysan was standing to one side of him and, on the other, he had his arm around the waist of a woman, who looked so much like him, she could have been no one other than his mother.

"Luke," he called, his eyes brimming with joy, "come meet your grandmothther."

Luke, suddenly shy, dropped his head and kicked at the dirt, reaching for Dee's hand. Gently, Dee took the hand and drew him slowly forward, until he was close enough for Sys to reach out and pull him into an embrace, letting go of his mother. He dropped into a crouch and spoke quickly into Luke's ear, too soft for anyone else but him to hear. Solemnly, Luke nodded and, after a short pause, looked up at the woman, holding out his hand.

"Nisse to meet you, grandmothther. I'm Luke."

The woman's smile threatened to crack her face. In a soft, musical voice, she said, solemnly, "I am sso very pleassed to meet you, Luke." But the solemnity didn't last long, and she drew Luke to her breast and hugged him, crying and speaking to him in the sibilant language that Dee was far from fluent in, although he caught a word here and there.

Dee stood a few steps back, his breath caught in his chest. No matter what happened afterwards, he knew that he would never, ever forget the look on his lover's face as he looked down at his mother and his son; at the meeting he had never thought would come. He was so beautiful; so open; so pure.

Sys raised his eyes and met Dee's. It was a moment that would live in both their hearts for the rest of their lives.

****

After the first meeting, there were many more. Sys' family visited them, and they visited the family. It was a beautiful, but stressful time.

Sys came under a lot of pressure, although none of it overt, to go back to his home. He had a life there, he was told. His father was a powerful man and Sys could make his mark, carve out a career, make a difference. He struggled, swinging back and forth, between a desire to go back and a desire to move on to a new start somewhere else.

In the end it was Luke who decided for him. The situation on Sys' home planet was such that there was still a great deal of anger towards the former royal family. All of the immediate family had been executed and the more distant relatives, retainers etc, who had noy been executed were watched very closely and their actions severely restricted. There was a lot of concern, that if it was discovered Luke was the son of the Price there could be severe reprisals, and, given Sys had been exiled, and Luke was clearly pure-bred it was quite conceivable that connections would be made. Therefore, if Luke were to live on the planet his identity would have to be, not only kept secret but actively lied about. Sys was not prepared to do this.

"Luke will never be my dirty ssecret," he said.

One day, Dee and Sys were walking in the gardens, arm in arm. Luke was with his grandparents somewhere around the complex and, for a short while, they were alone. This was to be their last day at the facility as a new home had been found for them on a planet similar to Earth, but far more accepting of alien species, who lived peacefully, side by side with the native population.

"I'm going to miss thiss plasse."

"I'm not. I'll miss Jo'el and I'll miss the fact that Luke is safe to wander and get out of our hair," Dee grinned at Sys, who was outraged at the comment, to show that he had been teasing, "but I won't miss living underground, never quite knowing if it is day or night, with very little privacy, and no direction."

"No, I won't misss ththat eithther."

"I'm ready to leave now. I can hardly wait for the transfer, to see our new home."

"Me eithther. It won't be long now, only a few more..."

"Dee, Sys." A voice hailed them from the direction of the house. The call hadn't been urgent so they were curious, rather than concerned, as they turned back.

It was Andy, a young man they'd become quite friendly with in their time at the house. He was grinning.

"We've got the co ordinates fixed early. We're ready to go, whenever you are."

Sys and Dee exchanged glances, their eyes shining. "We've been ready since the moment we got here," Dee said. "It's not as if we have baggage to pack."

Andy grinned. "No, I guess not."

"Well, there is one item of baggage we need to collect," Dee teased. "Do you have any idea where he is?"

"No worries; he's in the hall already. He was pestering the hell out of Jo'el. I think that might have something to do with the bringing forward of the transfer time."

Luke was wildly excited, literally bouncing. "Fathther," he called, as soon as he set eyes on Sys. "Fathther, we're going home now. I mean now, right now. We're going home."

"I know. Are you ready?"

"Oh yesss, yesss."

Sys glanced up at Jo'el who nodded. "Then let'ss go."

After saying goodbye to Sys's parents, who had been given careful directions to their new home, and were confident they would be able to get there for visits now and again, they climbed onto the platform. Now that it was actually happening, they were nervous and Jo'el grinned at their discomfort.

"Can't wait to get rid of you," he said, but there was a tinge of regret in his voice.

"We'll keep in touch," Dee said and Jo'el punched him in the shoulder.

"You better."

Holding tightly to each other they stepped into the circle and, moments later, their world turned purple.

When the purple mist cleared, they found themselves standing in an open meadow, which sloped gently down to the banks of a lake. The water stretched for as far as they could see and seemed to be completely enclosed in a forest of trees that were roughly familiar in shape but wildly coloured with purple, silver, orange, green and pink leaves, of vastly differing shapes and sizes.

A man came hurrying across the meadow towards them, from the direction of a little cluster of wooden houses near the banks of the lake.

"Hello, hello," he panted. "You're early. I'm so sorry I wasn't here to meet you."

"You are here to meet uss," Sys said, with a smile.

The man returned the smile and led them across the field, to the nearest house. Although it had seemed that the houses were clustered closely together, in fact they were haphazardly scattered, at a distance that made it quite possible to pretend they were totally alone.

The house was large and airy, comfortably furnished, but not cluttered. It was fairly bare but there were basic provisions, enough to keep them going until they could make other arrangements. The man, Joseph, provided them with a little money, the key and a few other necessities.

"Your neighbours are natives, but very friendly. There's a town about five miles away and you're free to fish and hunt to your hearts' desire. There's plenty of dried and preserved food in the kitchen to last for weeks, but you'll need to get fresh food from the town; or there are a few farms dotted around. 

"Most establishments will accept barter for goods and services, so you can either work for what you need, or produce items you can use for exchange. Fish is quite popular so, if you're prepared to put in the hours at the lake, you can probably get by with selling fish, and whatever you catch in the forest, which is very extensive, as you'll discover. I think you'll do well here, if you're prepared to work hard and be open and friendly, which I know you are."

As the man prepared to leave, a boy appeared, running around the trees from one of the houses, towards the lake. When he saw them, he stopped dead. He was roughly human in appearance, with very large eyes in a triangular shaped face. His hair, a bright pillar-box red, hung in myriads of tiny plaits, each ending with a colourful bead. His skin was purple and bright pink.

Shy, at first, he came to them with a little encouragement. Luke, also initially shy, was soon in animated conversation with the boy, whose name was Anitar, and who was fascinated by Luke's bright hair and strange accent.

Dee and Sys said their goodbyes to Joseph and watched him drive away.

"Fathther, Fathther," Luke cried excitedly. "Can I go exssplore with Anitar. He ssaid he will shshow me ththe besst hunting plassess in ththe wood."

"I don't know, Luke," Sys said with a frown. "We've only jusst got here and you don't really know Anitar at all."

"But he ssaid he hass a den in the wood and he'll shshow me what berriess are ssafe to eat. He'ss cool Fathther. Pleeeeesssse."

Sys smiled. He was very bad at saying no to Luke. "Alright, but be back in two hours."

"Aw, Fathther."

"Two hourss, and if everyththing is good, you can go out again."

Watching Luke run off with his new friend, Sys tightened his hold around Dee's waist. "He's growing up, Sys," Dee said. "He's got to find his own feet and he's a tough little bugger. He'll be fine."

Sys sighed. "I know. It'ss jusst..."

"We'll be okay, darling... all of us."

Sys turned to him and smiled. "How do feel about breaking in ththe bedroom?"

Dee's answer was a smile and Sys squealed as he scooped him up in his arms and ran into the house. 

In the bedroom, they couldn't wait to tear off their clothes, and had only managed their shirts before Dee slammed Sys against the wall and pinned him, kissing him hard. Sys responded by arching his back and grinding his hips into his lover. "You are beautiful, my lover," Sys hissed.

"Not as beautiful as my lover," Dee responded into Sys' mouth. Sys moaned and buried his hands in Dee's hair, yanking his head back so he could gain access to his throat. Dee didn't struggle but moaned as Sys' fangs grazed his skin. Dee had long since lost his unease about them. Sucking and nibbling Sys moved along his jawline and then down to the base of his throat.

In turn Dee's tentacles writhed over Sys' body, stroking his back and chest, snaking into his hair and wrapping around his neck. His hair, in its long plaits, took part in the patting and stroking and, eventually, Sys could stand it no longer. Twisting away from the wall he grabbed Dee around the waist and threw him onto the bed pouncing, to land on top of him, pinning him down with his body and his hands around his wrists.

"You are beautiful, my lover."

"You said that already."

"It remainss true."

Although, his hands were pinned, Dee's tentacles wrapped around Sys and pulled him down to lie against Dee's chest, finding his smiling lips. While his tongue probed Sys' mouth, Dee's tentacles slid down, beneath the waistband of his trousers and squirmed under the elastic of his underpants. Sys squeaked and jumped as the tip pressed gently against his opening.

"Eassy, tiger," he whispered and wriggled away, leaving a surprised and gasping Dee lying flat on his back, staring at him. 

With a smouldering look, Sys lifted his hair off his shoulders, and began to turn, slowly, undulating his hips, dancing and making Dee's tentacles writhe. Still gyrating his hips, Sys opened his trousers and danced them to the floor and off. Running his hands over his body, Sys slid them down into his underpants and let his eyes flutter closed as he slowly stroked within the confining cotton. Dee choked and whimpered.

Opening his eyes with a grin, Sys dropped his pants and stood, in all his glory with his erect penis standing to attention. Still locking his eyes with Dee's he lowered his chin and stalked slowly towards the bed then reached down and, with a quick motion, opened Dee's trousers and yanked off both them and his underpants.

Dee's eyes were wide, and his tentacles trembling and writhing. His mouth gaped and he panted, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful creature that was crawling up the bed, straddling him.

Lowering himself, to lie, skin to skin on Dee's chest, he pecked his lips, as he ground his hips, massaging their cocks, trapped together between their sweating bodies. Warm, trembling, pulsing tentacles wrapped around him and pulled him close. Dee groaned and lifted his hips off the bed. Sys began to move up and down, and Dee's eyes fluttered.

"Oh. God. Sys," he moaned and both his body and his tentacles vibrated. Slowly, his tentacles stroked Sys' hot skin and parted his buttocks, running up and down his crack and across his opening. Sys lifted his head, arched his back and moaned, still maintaining the slow thrusts of his hips. Dee entered him and he lost control. Arching his back until the bones creaked he threw back his head and howled.

Dee smiled and slid in and out more quickly, the questing, sensitive, tip of his tentacle seeking out and assaulting the sensitive places that drove Sys wild. Fucking with his tentacles wasn't the same as using his cock. Even though they were highly sensitive and gave him intense pleasure, it simply wasn't as good. However, it was so much better for Sys, the tips more sensitive to finding the right spots and the writhing so much more controlled. Today, Dee wanted to pleasure Sys, more than he had ever done.

Sys was trembling so hard he couldn't hold himself up, and Dee flipped them, maintaining the pressure of their grinding hips and slipping in another tentacle so that, by the time Sys' back hit the bed he was lost.

Despite being so much smaller, Sys was stronger than Dee, and, when he bucked, Dee almost flew off the bed. If it hadn't been for the fact that his tentacles were wrapped so tightly around Sys, he would have been. Bending down, he whispered softly in Sys' ear, following his words with his tongue. Sys whimpered.

"Ssh, darling. Relax and enjoy. Just relax and let me play."

Sys murmured some incoherent response and closed his eyes, letting out a long, high moan as two tentacles stretched him and probed him and seemed to find their way right into his guts. Losing all focus, he went limp, his hands clutching at the bedclothes spasmodically.

Dee resumed the slow thrusting that Sys had started and felt himself grow painfully hard, as the pressure began to build. Precum made their stomachs slick and their thrusting smooth. Dee stopped moving in and out of Sys, and merely allowed the very ends of his tentacles to massage the sensitive nubs that would make Sys open like a flower. Sys was making mewling noises and Dee could feel the nubs vibrating against his tips.

"Dee...Dee... Oh... oh, Dee... You're... you're..." Sys panted, but died into silence as he arched his back and went completely rigid, his teeth clenched and his eyes wide, as first tremors and then violent contractions convulsed his body. Dee felt as though he was riding a bucking horse as he found his tentacles being accepted into parts of Sys' body that no human possessed. Muscles clenched, almost painfully around them, sucking them in as Sys strained, making noises that, unless he'd known better, Dee would have taken for moans of pain.

The sensations and the sound drove him closer and closer to the edge and he came, hard, as Sys' body forcefully ejected his tentacles, along with jets of cum as his body convulsed even harder and then went completely limp.

"Was that good for you, baby?" Dee asked, unnecessarily, as soon as he was able to speak. Sys opened eyes that were completely dazed and blinked at him.

"Good. Yess. Sso good."

Dee smiled, stroking his mate's face. They were home. In so many ways, they were finally and forever... home.

THE END