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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Yuri!!!_on_Ice_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Tentacle_Monster/Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy/Yuri_Plisetsky
  Character:
      Tentacle_Monster, Yuri_Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques_Leroy
  Additional Tags:
      Dead_Dove:_Do_Not_Eat, Tentacles, Drugged_Sex, Paralysis, Nipple_Torture,
      Electrocution, Forced_Orgasm, Multiple_Orgasms, Anal_Gaping, Size_Kink,
      bulging, Come_Inflation, Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Anal_Plug
  Collections:
      Rare_Ships!!!_on_Ice_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Words: 5955
****** Seaside ******
by Farasha
Summary
     Of all the clichés to happen to Yuri in Japan, he didn't expect a
     real, live tentacle monster.
     Maybe he should have.
The beach sand was warm under Yuri's back, cradling his body. It was almost
nicer than the quiet; the slow crash of waves and the calling of seagulls were
the only sounds in the air.
Hasetsu had shed even the illusion of being a sleepy town, booming in the wake
of Yuuri's gold at Worlds to round out the season. Yu-topia turned a tidy
business even without putting up half the international skating community.
He didn't know why he'd agreed to be part of Victor's ridiculous ice show,
aside from the fact that Victor would be impossible to live with if he didn't,
walking around behind him with watery blue eyes and whining Yuuuuuraaaaa like a
spoiled child. So really, he did know why he'd agreed to come, because he hated
watching Victor play the brat to get his way. He should have grown out of that
when he cut all his hair off and started working on his mature image for his
career. Yuri at least had an excuse.
It didn't mean he had to enjoy himself. He didn't drink, because he'd watched
how it turned people into complete morons and didn't think he'd be able to live
it down if he ended up being the same kind of ridiculous exhibitionist drunk as
Yuuri or Victor. He got a good laugh out of Katsudon waking up with idiot
Victor's underwear on his head, but that was ruined by idiot Victor posing
naked on top of the ice rink where Yuri had to skate later that day. And then
idiot Katsudon joining him, because apparently the sixteen-year-old was the
only person around who seemed to give a shit about his professional reputation.
The performance had gone well, even though they'd started late because they had
to retrieve the pair of idiots from the roof, since they were supposed to be
hosting it. Yuri skated his exhibition because it wasn't a competition and
nobody could tell him he couldn't, least of all his coaches. He'd ditched the
after party, preferring instead to actually enjoy his time off from Yakov's
red-faced yelling and Lilia's icy disapproval.
He was stripped down to his boxers, his toes digging into the wet sand where
the waves lapped. The tide was coming in slowly, and Yuri was content to allow
it, the warm water soothing on his sore feet and ankles. This stretch of beach
was deserted; Yuri had climbed over a stand of rocks to get to it. He hoped it
wasn't someone's private property, but figured he'd be able to apologize his
way out of it.
Under the warm sun, with the rhythm of the tides caressing his skin, Yuri dozed
off. It had been a tiring few days: an international fight, a party spent
herding the people who were supposed to be the adults, practice, the event. Now
finally he had time to himself. Yuri couldn't remember the last time he'd been
able to have quiet, with nobody looking over his shoulder and nowhere he was
expected to be.
He wasn't deep enough into sleep to have dreams, but he let his mind drift away
from his body, thinking about nothing but how warm the sand felt under his
skin. The tide had come up far enough that every wave washed over his legs up
to his waist, soaking his boxers. Yuri would just go without them when he
dressed to go back to the inn.
Something tickled against his foot, and Yuri flexed his toes, wiggling his
ankle in case it was a curious fish he could scare off by moving around. More
than likely it was seaweed. It felt a little slimy on the bottom of his foot,
but after Yuri kicked out with more force, whatever it was drifted away on the
current. Yuri hadn't even opened his eyes.
The next touch wasn't as gentle.
Yuri jerked, sitting up in the sand, his eyes flying open. Something was
wrapped around his ankle, a firm grip that didn't break when he kicked. He
reached into the water, murky with stirred-up sand, and his fingers slipped on
slimy, slick skin that felt nothing like seaweed.
"What the fuck?" Yuri's hands sank into the sand as he scooted away from the
incoming tide, but was brought up short by the grip around his ankle. It wound
up higher, snaking around his calf, the tip of whatever it was tickling the
back of his knee. Yuri grabbed for it again, trying to pry it off, and only
succeeded in having his wrist caught as well.
Panic started to beat through his blood, and Yuri struggled like a hooked fish,
rolling over in the sand until he could get up on his hands and knees,
scrabbling as he tried to crawl away from the water to the rocks where he'd
left his clothes. Another of the appendages wrapped around his waist, curling
up his chest. How many of them were there?
Yuri could finally get a look at what had him. The tentacles were blue, softly
striped with grey, like a muted tiger pattern. A very unwelcome thought crawled
through the back of Yuri's mind - it looked like camouflage, like what a
predator would use to sneak up on his prey. The underside of the tentacle was
much brighter, neon rather than soft ocean-blue, and secreted some kind of
fluid that was making Yuri's skin slimy in the wake of their movements.
There was no give to the grip, not when Yuri dug his hands and knees into the
sand and struggled with everything he had, not when he tried to twist around to
get his teeth on the tentacles on his wrists, not even when he thrashed,
tossing his head from side to side as the tentacles crept higher and wound
tighter. There were two on each of his limbs now, several more wrapped around
his torso. Two tentacles crawled up his back and draped over his shoulders like
a grotesque cape, pulling him backward in the sand, toward the water.
Animal panic clawed at Yuri's chest. He screamed, his muscles aching as he
pulled at the creature. A large tentacle wrapped around his face, nearly
smothering him until it shifted down enough to cover his mouth and nothing
else. Yuri tasted something briny against his tongue and bit down as hard as he
could.
The tentacles squeezed him until his ribs ached, all the air forced out of his
lungs. The edges of Yuri's vision were going black when he finally relaxed his
jaw, letting the tentacle in his mouth jerk free. The crushing force of them
relaxed, though they still had him immobile.
The water was up to his neck when the creature finally stopped pulling him
under. Yuri's nostrils flared, his chest heaving for air, instinctual fear
making him shake. His heart pounded in his chest. Would it drown him? Or would
it eat him while he was still alive?
The tentacles shifted. Yuri couldn't see what they were doing under the water,
but it felt like they were rolling. Even with the ocean washing over his skin,
Yuri could feel the slime they left behind. There was a sudden jolt through
him, like goosebumps from head to toe, an electric shock that made all his
muscles lock up tight, and then, just as suddenly, relax completely.
Yuri couldn't struggle anymore. He couldn't even lift his finger. Whatever the
creature had done to him, none of his muscles would respond. He could breathe,
his heart was beating, but his head lolled on his neck and his limbs floated.
He felt untethered from himself, like he was witnessing what was happening to
him from outside his body.
He could still feel, though. That much was clear when the tentacles started to
retreat, caressing his skin as they went. They stayed looped around his limbs
and his chest, keeping his head just above water, but the creature didn't need
to keep him restrained so tightly after whatever it had done to him. Yuri
wished it would just get it over with. He didn't want to be digested alive.
One of the tentacles snaked up the leg of his boxers, caressing the top of his
thigh and rubbing the slick side over his dick. Yuri made a weak, tiny noise in
his chest, the only thing he could manage to force out of himself. If he could
move, he would claw and bite and kick his way free until the thing stopped
touching him. Wasn't it enough to be eaten alive? Did it have to molest him
first?
He felt pressure around his thigh and waist, like someone was pulling his
boxers tight against his skin, and then the sensation of cloth was gone. The
creature had torn off his boxers, and now Yuri was naked and at the thing's
mercy, utterly helpless.
It carried him to shore, the tentacles around him lurching and squeezing in
arrhythmic, unsettling ripples. The thing rolled his body around like it was a
toy, something for it to amuse itself with, and laid him out on his back in the
sand. The tide was still coming in; the water lapped higher than it had when
Yuri was pulled into the water.
Yuri's tongue was heavy in his mouth, his limbs sinking into the softened sand,
his hair sticking to his face. The only part of himself he could consciously
move were his eyes. He screamed at his legs to kick out at the creature, his
arms to move so he could rip free, his mouth to open so he could yell for help.
His body betrayed him, and didn't respond, quiescent in the monster's grip.
He got a good look at the monster for the first time as more tentacles dug into
the sand all around Yuri's body. It was like an octopus with no suckers and so
many limbs Yuri couldn't track them all, knotting around themselves and
squirming in a dizzying mass. The head was rounded, with something jelly-like
and clear hanging from the back of it like a growth. The mottled patterning
would make it invisible for someone looking down at the water from above, and
the neon-blue undersides to the tentacles must have been whatever it was that
kept Yuri paralyzed and limp.
The tentacles rubbing over his skin weren't restraining him anymore. There was
no need, when Yuri couldn't even twitch. Now they moved like they were
exploring. The tip of one dragged ticklishly over his neck. His muscles
twitched, a shivery motion that was entirely automatic. The tentacle pressed
into the shell of his ear, retreated, slid over the nape of his neck, rubbed at
the underside of his jaw, and ended at his lips. Yuri couldn't clench his
teeth, and the tentacle poked curiously against his mouth, wiggling between his
lips and then against his teeth. Yuri could taste brine and rubber, something
that would have made him gag if his body would respond to any of this. It
writhed against his teeth until it slipped into the gap, prying his jaw open.
The slime on the underside of the tentacle tingled, so strong it made his teeth
buzz in his gums. The blunt tip pushed at the soft insides of his cheeks,
probed underneath his tongue. Yuri wanted to gag.
The rest of the tentacles weren't idle as his mouth was invaded. They stroked
his skin, spreading tingling slime over his chest and stomach. Several curled
around his arms and legs, pulling them up and away from his body and spreading
him out. Yuri felt like a specimen on a medical table, pinned down and
paralyzed by whatever the creature had done to him.
The thing seemed to think of him that way, too. Yuri practically crossed his
eyes trying to see what it was doing to him. Some of the big tentacles seemed
to split and divide, untwisting into smaller fronds, almost like an anemone.
They twisted around Yuri's nipples, sending little bursts of electric shock
through his pectorals. The alien sensation of his muscles contracting without
any conscious direction was unnerving, but how good it felt was worse.
Yuri drooled around the tentacle in his mouth, saliva sliding from his lax lips
and down his neck, mingling with drying seawater, sand, and salt on his skin.
His chest twitched, feeling like hot sparks were shooting from the tendrils
pinching and twisting his nipples throughout his nerves to his dick. He felt it
start to chub up against his stomach and wished he could do something - bite
the tentacle in his mouth, pull away from the ones around his legs keeping his
thighs spread wide.
Frustration clawed at Yuri's throat, and as one slimy, tingling tentacle
wrapped around his cock, he felt hot, angry tears pricking at his eyes at his
own helplessness. The tentacle stroked him until he was hard, the tip of it
playing against his slit, another pulling his foreskin back so a burst of
static ran from the bottom of the tentacle to the head of his dick. Yuri felt
like he should have choked, but his body wouldn't obey him. Fluid dripped from
the head of his cock, smearing onto the tentacle.
The touch between the cheeks of his ass forced another of those weak, pathetic
sounds from Yuri's throat. He tried to scream, blinking tears from his vision
so he could see what it was doing to him.
One of the thicker tentacles was pushing into him, meeting no resistance from
Yuri's muscles. He felt the blunt tip penetrate him, slick with its own fluid.
Just like the inside of his mouth, Yuri's ass tingled in the wake of the
penetration. Inside him, the tentacle bunched and rolled, pressing against his
prostate and making his eyes roll back in his head. His cock squirted out more
precome, dripping on his stomach and pooling in his belly button. The tendrils
on his nipples tightened, the tentacle in his mouth shoving deeper until it was
probing the back of his throat.
Yuri's stomach cramped, seizing as the tentacle in him shoved even deeper. It
was like they were trying to penetrate right through him, the one in his throat
shoving in so far that for a moment it blocked his air. Yuri's vision started
to grey at the edges.
It pulled back, letting his lungs suck in a long, relieved breath. Yuri's eyes
were watering again, this time from the way the tentacle was forcing his throat
open. As he blinked it away, another tentacle tip wiggled into his ass beside
the first, stretching him open so wide it burned even against his relaxed,
stretched-open hole. He felt pulled in half, like the thing was trying to stuff
him so full he burst. Around the tentacle in his mouth, he could see the skin
of his stomach bulging and writhing.
The second tentacle pushed deeper, the two of them twisting around each other
and pummeling his prostate. The tentacle on the head of his cock twisted open
just like the ones squeezing his nipples. The tiny tendrils wrapped around his
shaft and squeezed. Yuri sobbed, an animal noise of desperation ripping from
him. He came, feeling like it was pushed and shocked out of him by the
creature. It didn't stop, either, mercilessly sending more shocks and sensation
rolling through his body, stroking him hard again before he even had a chance
to go soft.
Yuri's body scooted against the sand, the two big tentacles prodding at his
guts drawing out to thrust back in with force. The one in his mouth started to
mimic the motion, fucking him from both ends, pushing and pulling his body like
it was just a receptacle for it to fill. The shocks making his muscles ripple
and jerk started to come faster. His lips and his asshole tingled from the
fluid coating the undersides of the tentacles. It was too much, stretching him
open and pounding into him, stimulating every part of him with caressing
tentacles and tiny electric shocks. He felt dizzy, his nostrils flaring wide as
he panted for air. The tendrils around his cock started to creep lower,
wrapping around his balls.
The first shock there made Yuri scream for real, thin and high through his
nose, coming so hard it hurt down in his thighs. He felt like he might shake
his way out of his skin, sensation rattling along his nerves and penetrating
down to his bones. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks now, pathetic little
sobs wrung out of him when the tentacles jammed back into his ass.
They fucked in deep, then withdrew just as suddenly, leaving only the slender
tips inside. Yuri couldn't put up any resistance now any more than when they'd
started, not even when they pulled his gaping asshole open, exposing his
tender, battered insides.
Something even bigger slithered along the inside of Yuri's thigh. It was blunt
and translucent, dripping warm fluid that made his skin heat in its wake. Yuri
moaned when it lined up against his stretched-out hole and shoved inside him,
huge and blunt and so deep it should be impossible. He could see the wide tip
like a fist bulging in his belly, pressing up against his skin from the inside.
It thrust, fucking him even harder than the other tentacles had, while the
creature's limbs gripped him harder and yanked him up and down the thick shaft.
Yuri's cock couldn't stay hard after his second orgasm, but the creature kept
working it anyway. His chest, especially his nipples, were sore, throbbing with
the beat of his pulse. Pain from his cramping muscles and from the huge thing
pushing in and out of his ass started to overwhelm the sick pleasure. Yuri
struggled to move, trying to close his jaw around the tentacle still stroking
at his tongue. His fingers twitched and a surge of desperate hope shot through
him, backed with a tingle of adrenaline.
It was almost like the creature could tell its toxin was wearing off. It
started fucking him harder, forcing the huge appendage deep into Yuri's body.
It rearranged him, making his body into something for it to use. Yuri's stomach
was misshapen, pushed out of shape by the massive thing up his ass.
The creature's limbs all tightened around him. The tendrils on his cock and
balls squeezed, making Yuri white out with it. The appendage inside him swelled
even bigger, then burst open like a fire hose, shooting hot fluid into him
until he started to swell up with it.
Yuri's belly was expanding, swelling even further out of shape as the monster
pumped him full of come. The tentacle in his throat shoved in deep again,
cutting off his air and shooting more down his throat. It made him tingle all
the way down to his guts, alleviating some of the knife-like cramps as he
bloated bigger and bigger.
His skin felt stretched taut, gritty with sand, his swollen belly sloshing as
the tentacles shoved him further ashore, the big one in his ass forcing the
breath out of him, it drove so deep. Yuri choked, his throat finally spasming
around the intrusion, and the tentacle withdrew, tickling at his tongue as it
went. Drool and fluid gushed from his mouth, wetting his chin and rolling
unpleasantly down his neck.
Yuri's hole felt ruined as the thing in him started to withdraw, working slowly
free of the clutch of his insides. He could feel the thing's come gurgling in
its wake, shifting around inside him to fill him to bursting.
The shocks disappeared from his sore, abused cock and nipples. Yuri gasped in
relief, the frantic twitching under his skin slowly settling. It seemed like
the creature was done with him. He could crawl back to the rocks and get this
out, get dressed and head back to Yu-topia without anyone knowing. The
paralysis was wearing off enough that he could clench his fists, curl his toes,
lift his neck just enough to see the impossible length the creature was pulling
out of him and the taut, full curve of his belly.
Just as the thing was poised to pull out of him completely, it stopped. Yuri
tried to bear down, pushing against the few inches that remained inside him,
but all it did was send pains lancing through his stomach, underneath where his
ribs ended. Yuri scratched weakly at the sand, trying to make his watery limbs
cooperate.
It pushed something into him, something hard and big, almost as big as the
shaft itself. As it pushed out of the end of the appendage, the creature
finally pulled free of him with a disgusting sucking sound that sounded too
loudly in Yuri's ears. He felt ruined, and as he tried to push whatever the
creature had filled him with out of his body, he realized it had left him
plugged full of its come, covered in slime and wrung out, his own come
spattered on his stomach, still unable to move.
He hurled the worst filth he knew in every language he knew it in at the
creature - silently, since his tongue was still numbed in his mouth - as it
unwound its tentacles from him and slithered back into the water. The bulging
sack Yuri had seen behind its head was deflated, and Yuri felt his stomach roll
in pure revulsion when he realized that was what it had filled him with. It
slipped beneath the blue-grey surface of the waves and vanished in a slash of
neon, darting toward the depths so fast Yuri's eyes couldn't track it.
His breathing eventually slowed from rage-driven panting to slow, even
breathing. His inflated belly sloshed with the rise and fall of his chest,
fullness pressing on his lungs and making it a struggle to fill them
completely. The sun was descending toward the sea, spilling gold on the water,
deceptively beautiful for what had just crawled out of its depths.
Trust fucking Japan to have actual, literal tentacle monsters in the oceans.
Yuri couldn't quite believe how cliche this was, the thought bouncing around
inside his head and drawing a hysterical laugh from his lungs. He groaned as it
jiggled the come in his stomach, his muscles responding enough for him to flop
limply onto his side. It relieved the awful pressure in his stomach, leaving it
cradled in the soft sand.
As the sun slipped lower, feeling returned to Yuri's limbs. He could crawl,
dragging himself back to the rocks where he'd left his clothes. He managed to
wrestle his pants up his thighs but couldn't get them to button around the
swell in his stomach. Teeth gritted, he yanked the laces from his shoes and
tied them up, struggling into his hoodie. It was loose enough to zip, and Yuri
could pull the hood down over his face. He stuffed his sandy feet into his
sneakers and staggered to his feet, one hand on his over-full belly and the
other thrown out for balance.
It was a far walk back. Yuri kept to the shadows of the gathering dust, angling
his body away from passing cars. He kept his hood up, hunched his shoulders as
much as he could with his stomach sticking out in front of him, and walked
until his feet ached from carrying the extra weight. A lump of frustration and
fury solidified in Yuri's chest, right between his lungs. He wanted to go out
there and kill that thing, rip all its fucking limbs off and feed them to it.
The last thing he wanted to hear was someone calling his name.
"Yuri? Is that - wait! Yuri, you've been missing for hours!"
It wasn't Otabek, thank fuck. It wasn't Katsudon or the old man either, which
would have been almost as bad. But it was the next worse thing.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Yuri spat, his voice shaking. "You weren't
invited to skate."
"Doesn't mean I can't come out and watch," JJ said. Of course it was fucking
JJ. Yuri didn't know how he expected his luck to get better after being
violated by a thing that shouldn't exist.
Yuri saw JJ pulling his phone from his pocket and dove for it, grabbing JJ's
wrist.
"Don't fucking call anyone," he hissed. "Don't tell them you found me until I
figure out - just don't."
"Until you figure out what?" JJ asked, pulling against Yuri's grip. He wasn't
recovered enough to keep JJ's arm in his grasp, and it slipped from his fingers
while they closed on empty air.
"Nothing, shut up. Are you staying at Yu-topia?"
JJ's grin was crooked and rueful. "No room at the inn. I got a hotel room."
"Good. You're taking me there, and you're not asking any questions." In the
pocket of his hoodie, Yuri's other hand pressed tighter against his swollen
stomach. He could get rid of this first, then go back.
"Yuri, everyone is worried, they don't know where you went and you didn't take
your phone. I have to at least call them."
"No! They'll just find out - no, okay? Will you help me out or not, shithead?"
Yuri balled the fist of his free hand, cheeks flushed with shame. His feet and
knees ached. He just needed to sit down and make a plan.
JJ stepped back, and his eyes widened as he finally got a good look at Yuri.
Even under the hoodie, the bulge of his stomach was obvious.
"What happened to you?" He asked, staring.
"I don't want to talk about it," Yuri snapped. "Just take me back to your
hotel, I'll get this out of me and then I'll go back. Nobody else has to know,
got it?"
JJ looked back up at Yuri's face, his mouth hanging open and a look like he
absolutely did not want to ask anymore written all over his face.
"Okay, I guess," he said. "Can you still walk like that?"
"I walked from the beach, didn't I? Stop asking stupid fucking questions."
Yuri's walk was more like a waddle now, but JJ followed him at a small
distance, hands jerking up like he was going to catch Yuri when he stumbled.
"Is your girlfriend there?" Yuri asked suddenly, his throat clenching at the
idea of anyone else seeing him like this.
"Bella? No, she went out with the girls. Katsuki's sister, Babicheva, I think
the rink owner may have come along too. That was before anyone realized you had
slipped off."
Yuri let out a slow, relieved sigh. "Nobody else knows about this, okay?
Against my better judgment, I'm trusting you because I don't really have a
better option. You better not laugh about this later with her or your dumb
hockey buddies or whatever."
JJ frowned at him, looking uncharacteristically serious. "I wouldn't. Whatever
happened, it's obviously pretty serious, and you want to work it out in
private. I get it. I'm not going to tell anyone, man."
Yuri slowed his pace to catch his breath, watching JJ's face out of the corner
of his eye. At least he looked like he meant it.
It took them almost as long to get to the little hotel and key into JJ's tiny
room as it would have taken to get to Yu-topia. Yuri stumbled into a chair and
sat, panting, clutching at his stomach. It was so full it was heavy, throwing
off his balance and putting an ache in his back.
"What the hell did this?" JJ asked, his eyes round and his face pale. "You're-
it looks like you're-"
"Jesus, JJ, do not fucking say it. Just show me where the bathroom is."
JJ kept darting his eyes down to the floor as Yuri lurched across the room to
the bathroom. There was no tub, only a standing shower, and for a moment Yuri
leaned against the wall, staring at it in despair. Then he unzipped his hoodie
and let it fall in a heap on the floor.
"What the fuck," JJ said, and Yuri had to agree.
It was the first time he'd seen himself in the light, and it didn't look good.
His stomach was distended so far his belly button was straining, a good few
inches past his normal waistline. Yuri pressed his hands against the stretched-
taut skin and hissed when it made his stomach gurgle, fluid shifting painfully
inside him.
"Can you turn the shower on?" Yuri asked, trying with everything he had to
pretend this wasn't as deeply weird as it was.
JJ fumbled with the knob, still pale and looking shaken at the sight of Yuri's
body. He turned his back when Yuri untied the shoelaces and let his pants drop,
stepping under the spray and clenching his teeth against a yelp at the cold.
He pulled the thin shower curtain closed and braced one hand against the wall,
letting his belly hang down underneath him and taking a moment to catch his
breath.
It took longer than he wanted to admit to twist around, prodding his fingers
between the cheeks of his ass to his hole. He was sore, biting his tongue at
the contact, and his ass gave under his fingertips so easily it scared him.
His fingers met something with a smooth, spongy texture just a few inches
inside him. Yuri tried bearing down, his nails scratching at the surface for
purchase, trying to pry it out of himself. It was bigger than his fist, keeping
the monster's come easily plugged inside him.
"For fuck sake," he groaned, thumping his other hand against the shower wall.
He couldn't get it. His fingers just kept rolling off of it.
"Are you okay?" JJ asked. It made him jump.
"Why the fuck are you still in here?"
JJ paused, like he was trying to find the right answer.
"In case you need help?" He sounded like he was guessing.
Yuri's first instinct was to tell him to fuck off, but desperation was the
mother of invention. He swallowed back the string of expletives he wanted to
spit and sighed.
"Okay, but you can't make it weird."
"It's not already weird?" JJ asked, a weak joke made weaker by the shaky tone
in his voice.
"Shut up and get in here, okay? Unless you're backing out of helping me."
There was another very long pause, and then the rustle of clothing, and JJ
pulled the curtain inside and stepped in. A bark of laughter erupted from
Yuri's throat when he saw JJ still had his boxers on.
"What do you need?" JJ asked.
"Don't look like I'm torturing you, you're not the one that looks like this."
Yuri waved a hand at himself. Then he took a deep breath, turned his face away
to stare at the wall, and braced himself. "It put something... in me. To keep
this from coming out. I need it out."
JJ made a noise like Yuri had stepped on his dick. "In you like - in your ass?
You want me to get something out of your ass, are you kidding me?"
"Are you going to help me or not?" Yuri asked through clenched teeth. "It's not
like I want you to touch me anyway."
"This is so messed up," JJ said, one hand coming to rest on Yuri's hip. "Okay,
hold still."
"Just get it over with."
JJ's fingers were clumsy and hesitant as they breached him, nothing like the
forceful shoves of the creature's tentacles. He made a surprised little noise
at the lack of resistance, one that made Yuri blush and hang his head, throat
working as he tried to hold back the tangle of anger that wanted to erupt out
of him.
JJ nudged whatever it was plugging him up, fingers rolling over the surface
just like Yuri's had. He had a better angle on it, though, and more force
behind his movements. It ground into Yuri's prostate and Yuri let out a grunt,
his sore cock twitching despite not having anything left to give.
"Uh, this is kind of big. I'm going to need to-"
"Fuck, don't tell me, just do it." Yuri was going to kill him. That was the
best solution anyway, no witnesses to his shame. Then he'd use JJ to lure that
thing back out of the water and kill it, too.
JJ shoved more fingers into his ass, stretching Yuri open again, his flesh
giving easily after the abuse it had taken. Yuri bit his lip, the pain keeping
his head on straight and his cock flaccid.
He felt it when JJ finally got a grip on the thing, his hand buried in Yuri
nearly to the wrist, twisting and working back and forth. Yuri was panting
again, sweat rolling down the back of his neck as JJ slowly drew it out of him.
It popped free with a wet gush of fluid, slicking Yuri's thighs and JJ's hand.
Yuri moaned in sweet relief, pressing the swell of his stomach and forcing more
of it out of him.
"Dude... that is so gross," JJ said, sticking his hand under the water. He
dropped the thing that had been plugging Yuri up, a spongy mass that looked
like congealed monster come.
"Yeah, well you weren't the one with it shoved up your ass," Yuri said. He
could finally suck in a full breath, his lungs inflating as his stomach
deflated. He felt lighter, free of the extra weight the monster had stuffed him
with.
He looked over his shoulder at JJ, who was staring at the puddle of bluish
fluid between Yuri's feet in a kind of sick fascination.
"You can get out now," Yuri said. "I'm good."
JJ jumped out of the shower like he'd been scalded, leaving Yuri free to scrub
the slime and sand from his skin, the last of the monster's come trickling out
of him and down his thighs.
When he finally came back out, his pants buttoned properly and his hoodie
zipped over his now-flat stomach, JJ was sitting on the bed, jiggling his leg,
staring at the black screen of the television.
"Remember, don't fucking tell anyone," Yuri said, his hands shoved in his
pockets.
JJ raked his hand through his hair and laughed. "What the fuck would I even
say?"
Yuri shrugged, not caring so much about that. "I'm going back now."
"Hang on," JJ said, standing. They stood staring at each other in silence for a
minute, awkward tension settling like a cloud in the hotel room.
"What, Leroy?"
JJ shrugged a shoulder and pulled a couple bottles out of the mini fridge. The
labels were in Japanese, but it was pretty plain what they were.
"Do you need a beer? Or, I don't know, five?"
Yuri felt a wave of relief. Maybe, against all odds, JJ was exactly the right
person to run into in his predicament.
"Yeah, okay. We can say we got wasted and bonded or some shit, and I dropped my
phone somewhere."
"An alibi it is," JJ said, handing him the beer and clanking the necks of the
bottles together. "To never speaking of this again."
"Cheers," Yuri said, with a grim kind of humor. He didn't drink, but if ever
there was an occasion that called for it, it was this one.
"So... does this mean you don't hate my guts anymore?" JJ asked, and Yuri
nearly sprayed beer across the room. Of all the things to be concerned about
when he'd just had his hand up Yuri's ass.
Which he wasn't thinking about.
"You're alright, Leroy. Don't let it go to your head."
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