Size Difference x Touch him and die x Metamorphosis x It's only us (siblings and romantic)
Featuring artwork by @maxspite through whole story
A witch once told me, when I was very little, that I was born in the Violet Cove, and I would swallow me as well. My sister dragged me right out of her tent, scolding me for wandering off like that in such a crowded place. But it was too late. I had heard my fate, and I was young enough to latch onto it and believe it. Even now that I have grown.
Back then I thought it was something magical, but now as I harvest my millionth violet star, I now realize the bog witch meant I would live and die in this place. Working and harvesting, living in the same old cabin my grandfather died in, my mother died in. On and on and on and on it goes!
I tossed a handful of the stars into the basket and stood up from the edge, taking my feet out of the water. “Sure.”
Tara’s dark eyes gave me the once-over. “Where were you just now?”
My eyes were back out along the swamp, watching fireflies glow over the lily pads and weave through the low-hanging branches. “Here,” I sighed heavily. “Always here.” I picked up my haul of violet stars, bringing them over to the cart.
“Sure you are,” she scoffed in a teasing tone. “I think this batch will give us just enough so we can begin processing these beauties.” She smiled into my nearly full basket.
For generations, our family has harvested the Violet Stars that gave the cove its name. From the small, somewhat fuzzy berries, we made inks and dyes which, when done just right, will shine like stars. But recently, people have been coming and harvesting the berries to make their own, and thus, our family business was struggling.
“I thought I was cooking tonight.” I joined her on the seat, watching her take the reins of our mule.
“I’m in a good mood today. I don’t mind cooking.” She snapped the reins, and the mule began trotting forward.
How she can be in a good mood, I don’t know. We’re having to set traps around the cabin to catch food, and half of what we catch we have to set free because either it’s an inedible species, is too young, or is valuable to the swamp. So then that leaves us with greens and, as of late, violet stars as our only food source. My piss was coming out purple!
Tara gave me a smile. “Cheer up! We’ve finally gotten a great haul, and we’ll make our money back tenfold with this one. I promise. We’ll be seeing golden days yet.”
I returned her smile, though unsure. “Yeah. I know.” I braced myself back up in the seat and sighed. “It’s just been so long. And with no help-”
“I know,” Tara murmured. “It’s been rough just the two of us. But we’ve made it this far, and we’ll continue to make it. We learned that, and we know the swamp will protect us.”
Once home, we unloaded the violet stars into the shed and put the mule away. Tara was gazing around the property, seeming to see something she wasn’t telling me.
“Luca, can you go check the traps?” She sounded distracted.
“Sure.” I came up behind her, trying to follow her gaze. Her brow furrowed as she focused on something in the dirt. “Is something wrong?”
She let out a long, exasperated sigh. “It’s probably nothing. Probably critters or something wandering around the house. Just thought I saw boot prints over here.” Tara had an air of unease about her. Of course she did. Thieves had been an issue for years, but now with the popularity of the violet stars, things around here were…bleak.
“Could be mine,” I offered to set her at ease.
Tara laughed. “Yeah! Probably is. Just with this new haul, I’m mighty protective.” She returned to unlock the front door. “I’ll get the stove ready.”
“I’ll be quick with it.” I walked around the back of the house, heading towards the river that ran alongside our backyard. Over the years, the riverbed rocks had become stained purple from the processing of the violet stars, and the earth had a faint shimmer to it.
I went further down the river to some of the bigger traps, hoping we would catch something that was big enough for a meal for once. I was picturing something grilling and sizzling on the stove as I walked around the massive trees. It took a moment to get out of my hungry thoughts to realize something wasn’t right.
The traps we tossed upon the shore shattered and broke. There was a part of the net that was ripped on shore with something still attached. Hesitantly, I went and started pulling on the net, wondering where it came from. Whatever was inside was heavy! It took all my strength to pull it. Then, I saw it. A long, winding tail. It twitched, showing the dark scales shift from black to blue.
I dropped the net, stepping back in fear until I tripped over a trap. I fell on my backside hard, howling in pain.
“You,” a deep, rumbling voice echoed through the trees. “You there, man-thing.” The tail whipped back underwater, and the water went unnaturally still, as if the river stopped flowing.
I froze stiff from fear. The pain in my tailbone didn’t exist. What was in that net? Was this what the witch had told me about?
“Did you set this trap?” Glowing lights appeared under the water, radiant blue, unlike anything I had seen before. “Man-thing-” it sang in a taunting tone. The blue eyes came to the surface. “Come to me, man-thing.”
I crawled on all fours to the edge of the river. My body moved willingly, even if my mind was confused and hazy.
The net, which was wrapped around it, hindered the creature from rising further from the water. “Free me, man-thing, and I will consider forgiving you.”
“I didn’t set the net,” I answered. “We only set the traps.”
The creature sighed. “I know you didn’t.” It slithered up onto the shore beside me, arms bent back in the net, contorted on the dark moss. I took out my knife, stained with the juice of a million violet stars. I began cutting the creature free, slowly realizing its body was not of this world. His long, dark tail spilled into the water with no end in sight. The torso was human, but covered in shining scales, with fins along the arms and back, and hands webbed with spongy pads covering the elongated palm.
The eyes. My goddess, the eyes. Large, deep things that went on forever like a mirror facing itself. Dark, and yet beaming with radiant blue light. Stripes colored his flat face, and they faded back into long, flowing fins. The gills under his jaw flared out, turning powdery blue at the ends.
“I see.” He tilted my head this way and that. “Yes. I know you.” His voice came out as a sensual purr. His hand pressed into my throat ever so slightly, his slender fingers kneaded until they reached my jaw, and he seemed to study the bone.
A shiver coursed through my body. Not completely out of fear, although it was there. It was a different sort of feeling, one that I found enjoyable. The creature’s hand tightened around my throat more, making me gasp. My cock was throbbing rock hard within an instant.
The creature smirked, long, inky tongue darting out along its jowls. “I owe you a favor, man-thing.” He pulled me in closer, lapping his tongue along my jaw and into my ear. I shivered more, letting out a choked moan.
His other hand pressed against my groin, feeling my cock. This caused his grin to grow, revealing how his mouth opened all the way to his neck. His tongue traced along my mouth, which I opened. His kiss was cold, even as his tongue slithered down my throat. I moaned again, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
He rubbed his palm into me, kneading my cock through my trousers. Then, he pulled my trousers down around my knees, and tentacles from his waist wrapped around me, holding me against him while searching along my skin. I choked on his tongue, grasping hard against his chest. His eyes flooded my vision, purer blue than the sky. My mind was already spinning with ecstasy. My core was pulsing, throbbing through my whole body. There was nothing on Earth like this.
I tasted the river, the salt of the earth. The low moans that came from the creature rattled my mind further. Low growls rumbled through my skin, pouring into my veins until all I could do was tremble in response to his deep noises.
I came and came, spilling against him. I writhed in pleasure all the while he grinned, chuckling as his tongue slipped away, lapping at his chips before disappearing back behind sharp teeth.
“That’s good, man-thing.” He set me back down on the bank. “I like you.” He looked at his palm, dripping with my seed. He lapped his palm and fingers clean with that long, black tongue.
Never, ever, had my body reacted like that to anyone. I was still pulsing, and yet I ached for him more. Pushing my hair back from my sweaty brow, all I could do was gaze at his beautiful, strange face. “Who are you?”
“Akurra.” His name sent bolts through my body, jolting me awake like a thunderstorm. He grinned at my recognition. “And yours, man-thing?”
There were stars in my eyes, and I’m pretty sure there was drool dripping from my lip. I was searching for the answer to give him. I almost forgot myself. “Luca.” I finally breathed.
Akurra touched my cheek again. “Come to me again, Luca,” he whispered. “Your reward for saving me has only just begun.” He vanished into the river, and it flowed again, rippling and bubbling.
Still in shock, I knelt there, cock out, seed dripping from the tip. A trap flew up onto the shore, filled almost to bursting with giant red craw. Akurra’s hand rose to the surface and waved before disappearing again.
“By the goddess.” I was gulping down air. Laying back on the mossy bank, placing my forearm over my eyes. I had to laugh. “Whoa!” I closed my eyes until my breath returned to normal.
“Luca!” Tara’s voice carried through the swamp. “Luca? Where are you?”
“Oh, shit!” I gathered myself, pulling up my trousers. “Coming!” I picked up the trap filled with red craw and raced back towards the house.
Tara was standing outside the house, wringing her hands. Her worried expression turned to an angry pout once she saw me. “What took you so long?”
“Sorry, I uhm-” What was I to say? Should I confess what I saw? What I did. No. Not all of what I did, I might die of embarrassment telling my sister I had the best orgasm of my life.
“You’re flushed.” Tara put her hand on my cheek and then smoothed it up to my forehead. “You’re warm too.”
“I am!” I blurted, holding out the trap filled with struggling red craw. “Had to fight something for this trap!”
Tara’s mouth flopped open and closed in awe. We had never seen so many giant red craw at once! People considered them a delicacy, one of the tastiest meals from the rivers, but catching them wasn’t easy.
“Luca! This is a treat!” The joy that shone in her eyes added to my contentment. I handed the basket over to her, and she danced with it. “This is like a miracle! What did you put in the traps?”
I couldn’t keep secrets from Tara. I never could. She was the only person in this world I could tell everything. “I saved Akurra!” I blurted it out a little too loudly, far too eager.
Tara stared at me, eyes wide, happiness over giant red craw gone. “What?” She almost laughed at me.
My mouth was going dry. “He was in a net! I mean, did you set a net?”
Tara went white, and her mouth opened slightly as she turned to me. “No.” Her eyes were darting back and forth, unsure of what she should focus on first. Net or Akurra? “So there was a net, and Akurra had gotten stuck in it?” She drawled.
”Of course not. They’re dangerous here.” Tara set the trap of craw down on the table. “What worries me more is that Akurra, of all things, got trapped in it. But you got him out?”
I fidgeted in my seat, stiffening my back as I tried not to appear so nervous. “Yes.”
Tara was still staring at me; not once had she blinked. “The king of the swamp? The unending river itself?” She set the trap down on the table. “THAT Akurra?”
I nodded.
She was flabbergasted, couldn’t blame her, so was I. “What…what did he do? What did he say?”
I swallowed, nodding again. “He said he would reward me.”
“Reward-” Tara sat herself down and took a few deep breaths. “You’re not pulling my leg, are you? Akurra? Of all things in this swamp? Akurra!”
“I can’t explain it, but I know that is the only thing he could be. It’s like knowing how to breathe or blink. It’s natural to know who he is.” I could still taste him in my mouth, earthy, dark, flowing.
“A reward from Akurra is mythic,” Tara breathed. “You know that, right?”
“I do.” I fidgeted in place. “Gramps used to tell us stories about Akurra. I know what’s going on.”
“What did he do?” Tara sounded breathless.
My face flushed in that instant, and I kept darting my eyes away from her. How do I explain what happened out there? I can’t exactly blurt out to my sister that Akurra gave me the greatest orgasm known to man.
“He kissed me.” It wasn’t exactly a fib, but I still felt nervous Tara would see through me. Like she always did.
Tara sighed, walking back over to the full trap. “A kiss, eh? I bet you enjoyed that.” She said with a laugh.
I giggled along nervously.
Tara picked a few strands of the ripped net from the side of the trap. “This still unnerves me. We’ve never used nets here. So who the hell was in our swamp?”
I shook my head. “That’s what I would like to know.”
Tara sighed heavily, opening the trap to toss craw into the stove pot. “We’ve been having so many issues with thieves lately. It makes me worried.” She looked back at me with a sort of glint in her eyes. “Guess it’s lucky you have Akurra on our side. Maybe he’ll look out for us now.”
I smiled back at her. “You act like I need him! I can take care of us. Mom and Grandpa taught me everything they taught you.”
Smirking back at me, Tara began working on making us a filling supper. “You know I trust you with my life, Luca. But we both know to trust me with the muscle and you with the words.”
I scoffed. “Don’t forget it! Because you’re going to have to rely on me if you ever want to get married.”
Tara scoffed right back at me. “Not all of us are lucky enough to stumble upon Akurra!”
The swift flush of my cheeks brought me right back to Akurra’s embrace, his tongue down my throat, his hands all over me. I drifted off for a moment, thinking about him. He was all I ever wanted; any other fleeting desire or lingering gaze upon men didn’t matter.
That evening, I woke with a horribly dry throat. I coughed and coughed, getting up out of bed and stumbling to the kitchen where I gulped from the water bucket. I stuck my head down inside it, unable to quench my thirst enough.
I sighed under the water, almost breathing it in.
I pulled my head out of the water at the very thought. Breathing? I touched my neck and found the strangest scratches. No, these were not scratches. I fetched the lamp from the table, shakily lighting it before heading to the bathroom.
In the mirror, I inspected myself. The so-called scratches looked faintly purple, like a bruise. But the small, fine slits lay parallel along my jaw on each side.
“What-” my breath caught in my chest. They looked like gills.
“Luca!” Tara shouted from the kitchen. “Breakfast!”
I thought as quickly as I could. “Just a moment!” I searched my room, digging through drawers until I found a scarf. I wrapped it around my neck, double-checking myself in the mirror before Tara saw me.
I went into the kitchen, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Because I focused on Tara too much, I almost fell off the seat when I sat at the table, sitting on the very corner of the chair.
“I found some eggs this morning, so I did a little-” She stopped when she turned from the stove. “Are you cold or something?” Tara motioned to the scarf around my neck.
I clutched at it, laughing a bit. “Just a little.”
Tara shrugged. “If you’re cold, then stay home. I can make it to town on my own.” She placed our plates on the table.
I pouted slightly. “You sure?”
She nodded quickly, adjusting her boots. “Of course. I’d feel better having someone at home, anyway.” She took a bite of food and then smirked at me. “We need to hold the thieves at bay. Think you can do that?”
I scoffed at her. “As best I can.”
We enjoyed breakfast, but I kept checking my scarf in case. I wasn’t yet ready to reveal the changes I was going through. Tara eventually finished her meal, and I went with her out to the cart.
“I’ll be back this evening. If you get lonely, find Akurra,” she teased.
My face went bright red, and I tried to brush it off. “Just be safe.”
Tara left, heading to fetch the cart. I darted away, going back to the bathroom and taking off the scarf. The gills had grown overnight. The slight bruising now looked like the color of the violet stars, and there was a blue hue going around my throat.
Akurra was changing me. Was this going to be his gift? I was more hoping we could; I don’t know, be boyfriends? Was I being turned into a fish? No, not a fish. Akurra wasn’t a fish. Maybe some sort of amphibian? Last night I could breathe underwater. Maybe that was his plan all along, we would be together in every sense of the word. I could be in the river with him! But…that was scary too. I had Tara to think about.
As soon as I knew Tara was gone, I went outside. I went back to the same place I found Akurra yesterday. The water was flowing; birds were singing. It was as it always had been.
After undressing, I hung my clothes away from the water. I stepped in slowly. The water was ice-cold. I shivered, slowly inching in more and more. Then I plunged.
I saw under the water, following the gentle flow of the river. I was trying my hardest not to breathe, and then, I was. The water rippled along my gills like a cool breeze. I opened my eyes, and to my shock, I could see!
Something came up behind me, grabbing me around my waist and then wrapped around me in a corkscrew motion. Akurra grinned, eyes sparkling like a million stars.
I gasped, trying to speak. But even underwater, that was still impossible.
I was eager to continue from yesterday, but Akurra removed himself from me and took my hand. We swam together along the river, following the current. He led me deep, deep down into the swamp, towards corners I never would have dared venture alone. The thick trees soon blotted out the sun, and a glow came deep from within the heart of the swamp.
Akurra and I rose from the water, and he placed me on a large smooth stone that was naturally radiating heat from within.
“I’ve never been this far into the swamp,” I murmured, unsure of what else I could say.
“Only idiots and lost souls venture this far,” Akurra purred.
I swallowed. “Am I either one of those?”
“No.” Akurra’s palms pet up my bare legs. Ever so slowly, he spread them open upon the warm stone. “What you are, man-thing, is mine.”
I shuddered, losing my breath for a moment. “Is that why …why I’m changing?”
Akurra chuckled, taking hold of my cock in his hand. “If you are going to be mine, how else would I have you? I cannot take a man-thing into the waters. You would die, and then I would mourn.” His tongue lapped up the length of my cock, and I let out a rather pitiful moan of pleasure and excitement.
“You will change, and then you will join me in my river,” he growled in response. “You will become a king with me, a ruler of the swamp. All you desire will be yours.” His mouth sunk over me, taking my cock into his throat.
I reached out, smoothing my palm over the top of his head. “Oh…Akurra-” His lashes fluttered and my jaw went slack. “Yes! Oh, yes,” I breathed. “That’s amazing!”
A low rumble vibrated along my shaft, deep into my loins and through my brain. I arched my hips, sinking deeper into his throat.
Akurra gripped my ass, sinking his fingers into me. He lifted his head, smirking while his tongue lapped into the crevice of his mouth. “Is that what you want? To shed your man-thing skin and join me?”
I shouldn’t have been thinking about anything else except him, but Tara came into my mind. I couldn’t just leave her.
Akurra laid me down on the stone, slithering up onto me. The tentacles on his hips grasped at me, wrapping around my rear and legs. “Anything you desire, I will grant.” His thumb rested on my lips. “And when the time comes, you too will have my power.” I opened my mouth to allow his thumb to press against my tongue. He pressed against me, something cool and slick rubbed against my thigh.
With a gasp, I let him take me. A pinch, some pressure, and then I was his. Taken by the king of the swamp. I had become part of the unending river.
The smile on his face wavered ever so slightly in his pleasure. His endless eyes never closed; they stared into me, going forever and ever until time was meaningless. I lost myself in him, absorbed by what he gave me.
I was a shivering, shaking pile for him to use. I was greedy to be given all he had; it didn’t matter to me.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
The canopy of the trees hid the sun, so I did not know how long I had been his. All I knew was that I had never, ever, been so drunk on anything before.
“Why me?” I whispered to him as I cuddled against his chest.
He chuckled. “The stars decided.”
The genuine stars or the violet stars? It didn’t matter; I liked his answer regardless. I stayed with him there on that warm rock until my senses returned to me. I didn’t know how late it was, but I needed to return home before Tara realized I was missing.
“Akurra,” I whispered, giving him a gentle shake.
His head rose from under his arm, and he gazed at me, eyes dark for a moment before shining in the dark. “What is it?”
“I need to go home.”
He scoffed, pushing himself up. “Your home should be here. But I understand.” He took me back into the river, swimming until we reached the place we first met. Once again, he handed me a trap full of food, and with a kiss he silently left. I found my clothes where I left them, dressed quickly and found my pants fit strangely.
I raced back home, finding Tara was just putting the cart and the mule away. I came up along the walkway to greet her, waving.
“Glad you’re back!”
“Yeah,” she huffed. “Me too!” She looked disgruntled, flushed around the cheeks, her eyes a little red.
“What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, barely looking at me. “Nothing.” She wiped her nose with her sleeve and walked ahead of me. “I’d rather hear about your day.”
“Well,” I murmured. “I was with Akurra.”
She bristled a bit. “Really?” As she opened the door, she turned to look at me, and her brow pinched. She grabbed my face, turning my head this way and that.
“Tara?” I said with squished cheeks.
She scoffed. “Did he hit you?”
“No!” I exclaimed. “No! We, um…we did nice things!”
She continued to furrow her brow. “You’re like…turning purple.” Her hands smoothed down my cheeks, along my hairline. “Are these scales?”
I yanked away from her, heading to the washroom where I could look in the mirror. I didn’t see them right at first, which made Tara’s sharp eye even more spectacular. Hidden in my hairline were these purple and brown scales, growing towards my cheekbone and around my new gills.
“What sort of nice things are causing my brother to turn into a fish?” Tara huffed, her hands on her hips.
“I’m not turning into a fish!” I snapped.
I saw tears well up in her eyes again, and she raced away from me.
“Tara!” I chased after her to her room. “Tara, something is wrong!”
She slammed her door in my face, and I heard a deep sob from within.
“Hey!” I banged on her door. “Answer me I-” My fist went through her door. There was a moment of stillness, like when the glow of the river stopped. I pulled my fist back through the thick wood, seeing Tara’s shocked face inside.
“Luca?” her voice warbled. “It’s unlocked.”
I opened the door, stepping over the debris from my punch.
Hear tear-filled eyes stared at me in disbelief. I saw a fear ripple through her gaze that she tried to hide. “What was that?”
I shook my head, silent, grasping my hands together. “I don’t…I uhm-”
“It’s Akurra, isn’t it?” She wiped the tears away from her eyes. “Is this his doing?”
I nodded.
She sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “This is the last thing I needed, Luca.” She hiccuped.
“What? Tara, what’s going on?” I knelt down before her, taking hold of her hand. “What happened in town?”
“I learned in town today that taxes are going up,” she whimpered. “If you live within the limits of town, it’s not that much. But the further out you live-” She whimpered.
A chill gripped my heart.
“Luca, what do we do?” Tara cried, wrapping her arms around me. I held her tight, burying my face in her shoulder.
There had to be something Akurra could do to help us. Stop the thieves so we could have enough to sell? Find us pearls in the river? I don’t know!
Tara had been going into town more regularly, selling raw violet stars in order to start off our savings. Everything helped, and we needed everything. While she was gone, I worked sorting what violet stars we had, picking out ones she could sell the next day, maybe even digging into our storage to find reserved jams, preserves, and even some of grandpa’s supposed violet star wine. Anything we could sell.
I was sitting on the bank one day, washing and scrubbing some of Mom’s knitted projects made with violet star dye to make them look new and wearable, also to sell.
“Luca! Buddy!”
I looked up from my scrubbing stone, quickly pulling my scarf up around my neck to hide my growing gills. “Mason?”
Mason was the mayor’s son, and someone I went to school with. Someone I had once harbored potent feelings for. He came skipping across the way, bigger and more built than I remembered.
“What are you doing out here?” I grumbled.
“Not excited to see an old friend?” He laughed. “I was just getting out of town. No one is thrilled with my family right now.”
“The taxes,” I replied and continued scrubbing the sweater. “Yeah. If Tara caught you around here, I think she would have a few choice words for you.”
“I saw her heading into town. The only reason I felt safe coming here.” He laughed. “Dad thinks it’ll be good to help the town grow.” He sat down on the bank beside me, taking off his boots to dip into the water. “But people like you,” he scoffed. “I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
His hand was close to me, as if he wanted to reach out and put it on my arm. I could still remember how those big, burly hands touched me before. In secret, he would kiss me, fuck me. He was my first love, my first heartbreak.
“You okay?” Mason brushed back my scarf a bit. “You’re bruised!”
Thank goodness the shade of the trees made my scales look like bruises, or else who knows what he’d say. I inched away and laughed. “Yeah, Tara and I were working during that last storm a few days ago, and I got rocked!”
Mason’s eyes worked their way down me. “You’re not suited for this kind of life, Luca. Why do you stay here? Tara I get, but you?”
I looked over at him, feeling like he was trying to get at something.
“It is beautiful out here, though. I could understand staying for that.” He murmured, eyes cast out over the swamp. “I’ve always wanted to live here.”
Missed the boat on that one, I thought to myself. “Well, I’m sure you’ve got the money for it.”
Mason laughed, turning his smile and sharp blue eyes to me. “One day, maybe.” He reached out to me, touching my cheek. “Seeing you reminds me of the old days.”
I wanted to pull away, but his hand was so warm.
“Back in my dad’s office?” His voice became a purr. “Under his desk?” he chuckled. “I’ve been thinking about that a lot, especially since Dad has me working there more often.”
I found a chance to pull away. “He always wanted you to follow in his footsteps.”
His nose curled in offense, and he gazed back out into the swamp. “I don’t think he realizes he raised an idiot.”
I stood up and went to hang the sweater to dry. “I wouldn’t say that. You’re not stupid, just controlled by a different head. Ow!” He wrenched his foot out of the water and looked through the ripples.
He threw his head back with a loud laugh. “Yeah, that’s true.” He grabbed his crotch. “Making laws based on who sucks it best!” He chortled. “Fuck ow!” he yanked his foot from the water again.
I rolled my eyes behind the veil of the sweater.
“Been hearing about your thief issue.” Mason also stood and began drying his feet off to put his boots back on. “If you ever need anything, you just let me know.”
“Thanks, but we can handle ourselves.” I forced a chipper tone.
“Rough out here. You should move into town. I’d be happy to hire you on. I’ve been needing an assistant.” Mason came up behind me to whisper in my ear. “And, uh, let’s just say, my wife does nothing for me like you used to do, Luca.”
I turned around, giving him a glare. “Yeah, well, you chose her, didn’t you?”
Mason’s smile was sad, but he turned into a massive grin and laughed. “Think about my offer, Luca! You’ll get a lot more out of it than from trying to palm off family relics.” He waved to me, going back down the path he had appeared on.
I scoffed, trying to shake off the icky feeling he gave me.
Water burbled and sloshed. “Want me to eat him?”
Akurra jutted out his tongue. “Was just about to bite off his toe.” He moved between my legs, plucking the ties of my pants. “I could tell he was bothering you.” His eyes narrowed. “And yet, you like him. Your heart was pounding. Blood rushing.” He lifted my hips and pulled off my pants.
I bit my lip, eyeing my cock as it sprang out. “It was a long time ago. I don’t know why I still think anything of him.” I reached to stroke myself.
Akurra slapped my hand away. “Old lover?” His fingers curled around my shaft.
My face was growing red. “Kind of.” I was throbbing in Akurra’s palm. He squeezed gently and then bent his neck down. His mouth opened, taking my length in one gulp.
I threw my neck back, moaning. “Akurra!” I ripped the scarf off my neck.
He moved his head up and down in my lap, growing as he took my cock deeper into his throat.
I grasped the back of his head with one hand, bracing myself with the other. “That’s…that’s fantastic-but…” My eyes rolled back; he was too good.
His tongue encircled me, squeezing my shaft while his mouth surrounded me. His throat pulsed with each sound he made, and I would not last much longer.
“Yes…like that.” I panted. “Akurra, you’re the best!” My breath was hitching with each passing second. I was growing lightheaded, delirious. My hips arched a bit, and Akurra took me deeper.
When I came, no drop spilled. Akurra drank all of me and sucked until none remained. I was shaking, warm all over.
“Your past doesn’t matter. All that matters now is what we will make.” He touched my cheek, his palm cool against my roiling hot skin. “And I plan to make you forget everyone before me.”
“Easy,” I chuckled, meeting his kiss. “I already have.”
Akurra had a purr in his voice then. “Good. I’ll take care of you always, man-thing. You will see after you fully transform.” He held my face between his palms. “Already so beautiful, but soon you will be glorious.”
I couldn’t wait. I wanted to complete his gift then and there. But I thought about Tara. “What about my sister?” I asked. “I don’t want to leave her all alone.”
Akurra knelt to kiss me again. “Don’t worry. I think of everything.”
A few days went by. I kept visiting Akurra while I did chores, and Tara went to town to sell what she could. I noticed one day, as I moved about, an itch came to my bottom. One that, no matter how hard I scratched it, never went away. My pants kept riding up strangely as well. Eventually, I heard Tara returning and putting the mule back into the stable.
“Smells good!” Tara announced as she came inside. “Did your new boyfriend give us something AAAAAHHH!” Her scream almost made me cut myself. I turned around to see what was wrong.
“Was it a snake again?” I gasped.
Her glare was ferocious. “Take me to Akurra.”
“What?” I jumped.
“I just need a few words with him.” There was a strange sadness on her face; tears began forming in her eyes.
“I will not leave you! I promise!” I gasped quickly. “Tara, I swear! I’ll stay in this swamp forever! Akurra promised!”
Tara cupped her hand over her mouth and let out a laugh. “Give me a second, Luca. This is…I half believed it was a joke but…” She moved towards the table like she was going to sit down.
I rushed to her side, tugging my pants back up over my butt. “It’s okay, really. I think this will solve a lot of our problems!” I tried to sound excited, but it was hard seeing that look on her face.
“I was fine with our problems!” She snapped at me. “I had you; that was all I gave a shit about! Everything I did here I was doing to make sure you were safe and happy.”
“I am!” I stomped my foot down hard. “You’re my best friend, so of course I was happy. But I want to take care of you now!”
She breathed in, trying to take in some calm. “So you’re going to turn into a fish?”
I swallowed and fidgeted with my hands. “I think I’m more amphibious, actually.”
Throwing her head back, Tara ran her fingers through her thick hair and paced in a circle around the table. “Grandpa filled your head with too many fairy tales!”
I rolled my eyes. “It isn’t a fairytale if it’s real! Look at me” I turned back and forth, back and forth. I slapped my ass. “Obviously this is real!”
Rage coursed through her veins, and she pushed the chair away. “I need to have a word with him!” She stormed back towards the door.
“Tara! Hold on!” I chased after her.
“I’m going to find this Akurra! And he better be ready to talk to me!” Tara slammed the door as she left.
“Tara! Wait a second!” I struggled with the sticky latch. “You’re not supposed to slam the door!” She did it for that reason. I kept fussing with it. I could never get it opened, but somehow, after a moment, I could force down the handle.
“Tara! Hold on!” I ran outside trying to find her. It was dark out, yet I could see clear as day.“ Tara, come on! I’ll introduce you two, just don’t be mad right now! I rounded the corner of the house, and someone struck me upside the head. I hit the ground with a rather hard thud, and some moss got into my mouth.
“Luca!” Tara screamed before someone muffled her mouth.
“Don’t worry about that one,” a gruff voice scoffed. “He can’t do shit.”
My vision was blurry, with bright white dots. I saw someone holding Tara, while another was searching her pockets. Another figure was at the shed, trying to bash the lock. But the guy who hit me, the one standing over me, even through the pain I knew who it was.
“Mah-mason?”
His sharp blue eyes cut down at me. “Stay down,” he snarled.
Tara screamed again as the guy holding her was getting rougher. “Pretty for a swamp bitch! Let’s take her home with us.”
“Shut the fuck up, Perry,” a woman’s voice boomed. “We’re here for stars, keep it in your pants.” The woman again tried bashing the lock. “Did you find the key or not?”
“Hank’s in the house looking.” Mason replied. “And Perry, you don’t want any of her.” He knelt down, putting his hand on the back of my neck. He picked me up, glaring into my face. “Tell me where the key is and we’ll leave.”
The key was on a hook behind the kitchen wardrobe. But I would never tell them. I lashed out, grabbing hold of Mason’s arm.
“What the-” Mason’s voice sounded frightened. “Your hand! What is that?”
Webbed hands, purple and brown scales. Even in this light, I’m sure he could see that. I grabbed hold of his wrist tighter, but with his other hand he threw a punch into my jaw.
“Stay down if you know what’s good for you!” Mason snapped.
“No!” I snarled. “You…you were casing us out, weren’t you?” I began trying to pick myself up. “You want this property…the taxes…” I panted. I was so angry I could barely see, barely breathe. He could kick me and beat me and I wouldn’t feel a thing from how my blood was boiling.
“You had a chance to get out,” Mason growled at me.
I stood up, wiping dirt and grass from my face. I first saw the look in Tara’s eyes, then I saw the man holding her. He stepped back, eyes wide, but arms still firmly around Tara.
“What the fuck?” He shouted.
“Luca-” Mason was staring at me, trying not to show any emotion. “You look different, buddy.” He forced a chuckle.
I lunged at him, baring my teeth before sinking them into his neck. Mason screamed, beating his fists against me. My teeth sank in far too easily, I thought. The rush of blood was too much. I released him as she screamed, letting Tara break his jaw with her bare fists. I licked my lips, finding the edge of my teeth were…sharp?
Perry tossed Tara onto the ground as he rushed forward to help. But I turned on him, biting down on his arm. Tara tackled Mason at the knees, bringing him down into the mud. Once he was down, she was throwing punch after punch.
”Let go of me!” Perry screamed, trying to yank his arm away.
I bore my teeth deeper into his arm. His blood rushed into my mouth, metallic, bright. I shook my head, tossing him into the river. “Get out of here,” I snarled. “Or I’ll really rip you to shreds.”
“Luca! The house!” Tara screamed, still keeping Mason pinned.
In the doorway I saw a man tearing through our mother’s chest of drawers, having smashed a few of the doors to get inside. He turned and instantly fear came over him. What he saw I didn’t know, but I lunged once again, pouncing on him and knocking him into the wall. I hit his head against the wall, the floor, bashing it down until he went still. Never in my life had I been able to take anyone in a fight. Tara was always my guardian angel. But now, adrenaline rushed through my veins. I had never felt so powerful!
A woman screamed at the scene; it was Mason’s wife. I chased after her, and she ran, getting caught in the washroom where I tackled her to the ground. She beat me with the keyring, hitting my eye, which made my anger boil over. I screamed in her face and was aware it wasn’t a human sound.
“Let me go! Let me go!” She cried out, panicked. Her eyes were overflowing with fear, almost crying. “I don’t wanna do this! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt me! Mason! It was Mason!”
I took the keys from her. “What does he want here?” I growled at her.
“The property!” she scream-cried. “He wanted it! His dad-” She got to a point where her words didn’t sound like anything. Occasionally I could make out an ‘I don’t want to die’, but it was all blubbering and screaming.
“Then get the fuck out of my house,” I snarled at her. I let her go, turning to get back outside, finding Tara dragging herself up from the ground.
“Tara!” I raced towards her.
Mason lunged from behind the door. He struck me in the face and knocked me off balance. His boot stomped down on my chest.
“You think you can take this place away from us?” I snarled at him, pushing him back, raising up. “You do not know what I’ve become!”
“A monster,” Mason stomped down on me again and I lost my breath. Choking, clawing at his leg, heard Tara scream. It distracted me enough that Mason got the upper-hand. I watched from the ground as the woman hit Tara with a shovel, and a scream left my throat as if to pierce the air.
Another scream cut through the air like a serrated blade, and the world went still. The river stopped flowing, and everyone turned to acknowledge it.
Something blasting out of the river struck and blew the woman back, dragging her into the waters.
Mason’s wife screamed in coherently again.
“What the fuck is that?” Mason snarled.
Akurra’s tail rose from the water, striking him and knocking him down into the water and then dragging him under. I heard more screams behind me, but all I could see was Tara lying there before the shed.
I raced to her, picking her up off the ground and swiping away the blood on her forehead. “Tara! Tara! Please wake up!” I cried. Her head lolled limp in my arms. I shook her, trying to stir her. “Tara-” my voice squeezed painfully from my throat.
I couldn’t breathe. If anything happened to her, I don’t know what I would do. I’ve never known a day without Tara. After dad left, after grandpa died, after mom…the thought of losing her too made tears well up in my eyes. I sobbed, shaking from fear and desperation.
“Tara, please,” I whispered pathetically.
“Give her here.” I looked up as Akurra’s eyes glowed above me. Akurra’s mouth had blood on it as he hovered over us. He breathed in, eyes focusing upon Tara. His head tilted as he studied her, hand coming down to touch the blood on her brow.
I was crying too hard to say anything to him.
He sighed, reaching down and taking Tara into his arms. Cradling her in his arms, he smoothed back her hair from her face. He sniffed her forehead, eyes closed, and then he let out a long breath. He took her to the river, setting her limp body in the water.
“Wait-” I tried to get past him, but he held me back. I watched helplessly as her body sank into the water.
“I know what I am doing, Luca,” Akurra said with a cool tone. “Your sister will return.” He sank into the water beside her, taking a chunk of the earth from the riverbed and pressing it to her forehead.
I started crying, unable to stop. What point would it be in being with Akurra, in shifting into a king, if I could not have my sister with me?
Akurra laid her on the shore before me, the purple clay of the riverbed still packed to her forehead. “I’ve done what I can. Take her home, then come back to me in the morning.”
I sniffled, looking down at my sister. I picked her up in my arms and then looked back into Akurra’s eyes.
His arm reached out of the water and brushed away my tears. “I made a promise, my love.” He crawled towards me, kissing the top of my head.
I kissed his palm and nodded in silence. I would trust him, but my heart was still breaking.
I had never held my sister like this before. I was never strong enough; Tara was always the strong one.
“Take her inside,” Akurra whispered. “She will wake in the morning, I promise.”
Sniffling, I nodded. I took Tara to her bedroom and got her undressed and wrapped in her robe before tucking her into bed. They ransacked and destroyed the house. But that didn’t matter. Until I knew Tara was okay, nothing else mattered.
I lay down beside her, holding her hand in hopes she would wake. I fell asleep there, dreaming of the river and swimming alongside Akurra, delivering Tara massive baskets of violet stars.
A scream woke me from my sleep. I sat up like a shot and ran to the bathroom, where Tara was standing before the mirror. My eyes filled with tears in an instant.
“Tara! You’re okay!” I rushed to her, grabbing her and spinning her around.
Once I took a moment, I saw what made her scream. Her once dark brown eyes were now the exact color of the violet stars. They held the same mirrored reflection and starriness that Akurra’s eyes did. Not only that, her hair hung in lustrous curls that shimmered like fresh juice from the violet stars.
“What happened to me?” Tara gasped. “I remember feeling so cold and…and seeping out of my body-” She touched her face, tugging down her lips to see her gums were purple, tongue black, teeth sharper.
“Akurra saved you.” I took her hand. “Come on!” I led her to the river, where Akurra was waiting. He smiled with excitement, taking me into a tight embrace and then also taking Tara into his other arm.
I soon took to the river to stay with Akurra. Though I was never too far from Tara. The riverbed had treasures I would take to her, helping her to rebuild the family home and bring her wealth none of our family ever knew in life. I didn’t need them; my life now was the river, which was Akurra.
“You grow more and more beautiful by the day.” Akurra purred to me on the warm rock. I lay back in his arms, wrapped up comfortably in his tail.
“You think so?”
Akurra kissed the top of my head, gently caressing my cheek. “I could not have asked for a better king to swim beside me. Your beauty will outshine even me as you grow.”
I opened my eyes, gazing into his. “Impossible, my love.”
He kissed me, his tongue gently tickling my lip before moving to my cheek, then my neck. I moaned softly in response, shivering at his affection.
You’re in luck! Your Christmas present this year is a new Krampus! This one is the start of a new universe too, so hopefully we’ll be able to get more holiday tales next year.
Nonbinary Reader x Male Monster
Your father is not perfect, no matter how the world sees him. Yes, he is the Santa, and there are countless legends about him. His work every year is sung about, and everywhere he is the beloved favorite of children. To you, though, he is simply your father - the workaholic, the secret Casanova, the sugar addict, and quite simply a man.
You take on more responsibility in his workshop, managing production as well as negotiating with the reindeer every year. It’s hard work, and while the reward of making endless children happy is great, sometimes it feels like it is not enough to get through the days. From Halloween until New Year’s Day, you don’t really have a life. Life is just toys, bargaining, dealing with workplace accidents, arguing with reindeer over cost per mile, and weather updates.
Your father, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to have any trouble finding time to relax. Along with an addiction to work and sugar cookies, he has an addiction to women. While people claim that Santa was a jovial and robust type, it’s really just his oversized suit. In reality, all the hard work your father does makes him strong and fit. Your mother said he was quite hard to turn down.
My parents have been gone for a while on vacation and business trips. My mom got a new job at some fancy new research facility, so before she started, she was giving a lecture tour and well, second honeymoon or something. So, I’ve been alone at the house.
I will be honest, it’s not much different. Usually, I go to school, come home to change, go to work, come home sleep. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat. All day, every day. Usually, Sunday is my only day off, and that’s usually when mom and dad go to church, visit family, and come home late. So, I barely see them these days anyway.
Ever since I started university, it’s been a slow, painful, and dull slip into the void. I used to be a bright, academically gifted kid. I had won awards, grants, all sorts of stuff. But school is much different than a university. I had a hard time keeping up. My grades slipped, I lost my grants. I had to move in back home. I had to get a job. Then it was even harder keeping up. My grades are barely clinging on.
Then Jack died. He was a good friend, an older kid I grew up next door to and who was my tutor. He worked for my uncle when he got older, and he always kept in touch with me. I thought that would be the worse of it. But then my uncle went missing. He was my hero, the reason I wanted to get into science and biology. I wanted to be just like my Uncle Harlan and one day even work with him. It was honestly one of the things that kept me going. But the news that he had gone missing really shook me. I sort of gave up.
One Sunday afternoon, I woke up and went downstairs to find something to eat. I was rummaging through the fridge when I heard the front door open. I looked up over the door of the refrigerator and saw someone coming in and closing the door.
“I know, I know. But this is my sister’s place,” a hear a low, hushed voice says.
I then hear a high pitched chittering sound, and the man shakes his head.
“I told you, there’s nothing we need to-” he turns around and sees me staring. “Max,” he gasps.
I close the fridge and stare at him. He looks different, somehow younger and taller, but it’s him. “Uncle Harlan?” I choke up in disbelief.
Harlan takes his glasses from his pocket and puts them on. “Max,” he repeats, swallowing. “I didn’t expect to anyone to be here. I thought you were at university?”
I shake my head slowly. “I am but…” I step out. “I thought you were missing!”
Harlan pats himself down. “Am I?” He laughs. He then looks at me with a nervous smile. “Good lord you’ve gotten-” he brushes something from my shoulder, “tall.”
I hear the high pitched chittering and whining again, and Harlan twitches his head to the side. “It’s good to see you,” he says. “I uhm...I just need a place to stay for a couple of days. I didn’t think anyone was here.”
I eye him closely, a tad suspicious but I am so happy to see him. “I thought...after Jack-” my voice chokes off.
“Oh, my poor Max.” Harlan wraps me up in his arms and hugs me. “I’m so very sorry if I made you worried.” He then claps his hands on my shoulders. “I’m fine. I promise,” he says. “After what happened to Jack-” he shakes his head.
“No, I get it,” I wiped at my eyes and sniffle. “Government intrigue or something?” I laugh through the tears.
“Or something,” Harlan says with a nod. He looks around anxiously then turns and shuts the curtains. “Is it ok, if I stay for a couple of days?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “Do you want me to call mom?”
Harlan looks at me, his dark eyes wide and he opens his mouth. He then quickly shuts it, tapping his finger to his lips. “Best not,” he says. “Did you just wake up?” He asks. “Good lord, you used to be so particular. Go get a shower. I’ll order us something to eat. Ok?”
I notice a couple of bags by the door, one of them is open, and I see a pill like canister. Something inside it moves.
Harlan steps in front of me again. “Go on. We’ll play catch up. You can tell me all about school if you feel like it.”
I nod. “Ok,” I say and go back to my room.
After a quick shower, I realize I have no clean clothes. Without my folks around I haven’t exactly been keeping a clean ship. I sigh, putting on the cleanest stuff I’ve got and going back out to meet my uncle. He’s set up in one of the guest rooms, and before I knock on the door, I hear voices. Not just Harlan, but someone else.
“He’s here,” a small voice says.
“He’s a good kid,” Harlan says with a hushed voice. “We don’t need to worry about Max. he’s smart he’s-”
“He could get in trouble because of us,” the other hisses. “I know how much he means to you.”
Harlan sighs.
“Harlan,” the small voice murmurs. “It’s ok. I can protect him too.”
I take a step back and stumble into the hall table, knocking over the wooden duck sitting on it. I gasp and scramble, trying to pick it up without getting too much attention.
“That you, Max?” Harlan walks out of the room, buttoning his shirt back up. He looks down at me on the ground wrestling the wooden duck like a greased pig. He shakes his head. “You never learned grace did you?”
I finally just let the duck hit the ground. “Wasn’t born with it.”
Harlan grins. “Well, did you think of something you’d like to eat?” He asks. “Oh hey, is that curry place still down the street?”
I nod, still, a bit freaked out. “Yeah.”
Harlan looks around then back at me. “They still don’t deliver do they?”
“No. They’re very loud about that,” I flop my arms.
Harlan takes his sweater and pulls out a strangely absurd wad of money. “Why don’t you go and get us a feast?” He takes some bills from the wad and hands them over to me. “My treat.”
“Does going missing pay that well these days?” I chuckle anxiously as I take the money.
Harlan shoves the wad into his pocket. “I had to uhm...close out some accounts.” He chuckles.
I shake my head. “I don’t wanna know.” I go to the front door and grab my hoodie. “I’ll be right back.”
That’s kind of how it was. While Harlan was in the house, he seemed distant and different. He was anxious and secretive, and I still heard that voice. When Harlan thought he was alone, I heard that voice talking to him. It didn’t seem scary or wrong, the voice was concerned and trying to make Harlan feel better.
And those words it said: “it’s ok. I can protect him too.”
I was coming home one day from work, able to leave early for once. When I got home, Harlan was coming down the stairs.
“Oh hey,” he waves. “I was going to go get something to eat. Do you want anything?” He asks.
“Curry again?” I scoff.
He nods. “Oh yeah, Tim-” he stops and laughs. “Is that Tim?” he points behind me.
I look back and then back at Harlan who seems to be shoving something into his sleeve. “Who's Tim?” I ask.
“Ah,” he claps his hands together. “Never mind,” he laughs. “I was just saying that I really enjoy the curry. I haven’t had it in forever. So do you want anything?”
I shake my head. “Just kind of want to get some homework done and go to bed. Thanks though.”
Harlan nods, descending the rest of the stairs. He then stops at the foot and looks back up at me, he seems to want to say something but then shakes his head and keeps walking.
I go inside, and the house feels oddly empty. Not like before, but there was a strange sensation that I wasn’t alone. I shake this feeling off and go into my room. As I get ready to sit down to work, I can’t concentrate. I look around my room, seeing the dirty clothes everywhere. I huff, deciding to procrastinate and do my laundry. I gather up everything then head downstairs. I look at Harlan’s room and decide to see if he has any laundry or clean sheets.
I go inside, picking up the clothes on the ground and adding them to my basket. I see his watch lying on the bedside table as well as a small bag when more money in it. I shake my head, wondering what he’s hiding.
I reach down, grabbing a towel and it’s stuck. I yank, pulling it hard and out from under the bed rolls the pill-shaped canister I had seen when Harlan first showed up.
“Oh shit,” I huff and pick it up, intending to set it back.
Whatever was inside swirled red and white like a possessed peppermint candy. The canister shivered and shook. I quickly set it back down on the ground and wipe my hands down the front of my shirt.
“Pick me back up, Max!” Someone shouts.
I drop the laundry basket and turn, looking around.
“Max!” The canister lurches, and I scream. I fall backward, hitting the door as it slams shut.
“Shh!” The canister snarls. “Be quiet. It’s ok.”
“What the fuck?” I scramble, trying to get up, but I only end up making things worse for myself. I have no grace, no elegant way of moving my body. As I’m trying to get up, I slip on the dirty laundry and fall again. Only this time, it twists my ankle.
I cry out in pain and grasp my leg. “Shit!”
“Hey, calm down,” the canister growls. “I don’t mean to sound like a cliche beaten to death with a dead horse, but I mean you no harm.”
“You’re a talking...thing!” I snap.
“Fair,” the canister scoffs. “You don’t know me. But I know you.”
The pain in my ankle is almost overwhelming. “What sort of creepy bullshit-”
“Shh,” it whispers. “I know how much you hurt,” it says. “How lonesome you are. Ever since Jack vanished since your uncle lied to you.”
I cut my eyes are the swirling red and white, almost seeing a face. “What are you talking about?” I growl.
“The people you loved most, the people you trusted, they all left you when you needed them most,” the canister continues to whisper. “I can feel it. From the moment I came into this house, I could feel how sad and alone you were. I want to help you.”
I shake my head. “Why should I trust you?”
“Why should you trust your uncle?” It asks. “He’s been hiding from you, all this time. The person you think you can trust most. Yet he’s not told you anything at all. You don’t even know who he is now.”
I furrow my brow. “What?”
“I can help you,” it says. “I can make it, so you’re not so alone so that it doesn’t feel like you’ve been left in open water.”
I frown and remain silent.
“Your ankle, I can make it better.” It whispers. “Just let me try.”
I still remain quiet.
“Max,” it whispers, “please. I’m in pain too.”
The way their voice sounded just then, it was as if I could feel it. I understood their voice, the shake and tremble of it. I reached out, taking hold of the canister.
“How do I open it?” I mumble in defeat.
“Top and bottom, press your fingers into the holes and then twist.”
I do so, nearly breaking my fingers as I do. The top of the canister opens, and I drop it in my lap. The red and white swirls and spirals out, rising from the canister and moving towards my face. I scream, flinching backward.
“Don’t be scared Max,” the peppermint nightmare whispers. “Accept me.”
I tremble as I hold my hand up. It swirls around my fingers and up my arm. This slick, silky sensation caresses over my entire body. I feel like I’m being submerged in. My ankle soon stops hurting, and my body doesn’t feel so heavy. I feel like I can breathe deeply.
“What is this?” I whisper.
“We’re one, Max,” the voice is directly in my mind. “Can you feel it?”
I look down my arm, seeing everything is pure white, my fingers are sharp and bright red. I gasp, lifting up my hands and staring at my palms. I stand up, going to the mirror. My body is like slick white vinyl with slashes of bright red running along my body. My mouth opens, and it is all sharp, horrible teeth.
“What the fuck am I?” I nearly scream.
“Hush,” the voice coaxes. I feel warm all over and a gentle squeeze as if I am being hugged.
“We are beautiful, aren’t we?” It whispers. “Strong, lithe, alive,” it purrs. “We’re stunning.”
“We?” I shudder.
It nods in the mirror. “Spite,” it growls. “That is who we are.”
I run my hand down my body. “Spite,” I murmur.
“Nice to meet you,” Spite says. “I have so been aching for this moment, Max. I have been waiting for someone just like you.”
“You-you have?” I shocked.
“Of course,” Spite murmurs. “I’ll keep you forever.” He then gasps. “I can smell him. Quick, throw the canister under the bed and cover it.”
“What?” Why?” I gasp.
“Just do it!” Spite makes me stuff a towel into the canister and then throw it under the bed. I feel him slip away from my head and hands, tucking himself away under my hoodie.
“I’m going to hide,” he says.
“Why?” I gasp.
“I’ll tell you later,” Spite hisses.
The door opens as I walk out with the laundry basket. Harlan is holding a bag of takeout, and he’s tucking his glasses into his pocket.
“Are those mine?” he points to the basket.
“Uh, yeah,” I twitch. I can see Spite moving around under my clothes. “I thought I would do a load and I-” I stop suddenly as I feel Spite squeezing around my ass. “OH!”
Harlan furrows his brow. “Max, are you ok?”
“Ha!” I start to laugh. “I uhm-” I swallow and ram my back into the wall as a warning to Spite. “I...am...just fine.” I smile up at Harlan. “Just doing laundry.”
Harlan eyes me. “You sure?”
I then feel Spite’s tendrils wrap around my cock. My eyes grow wide, and my jaw drops. “Yes!” I nearly scream then clear my throat. “Yes. I is.” I grimace.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Spite whispers in my head. “You’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
I place the laundry basket in front of me. “Excuse me!” I race down into the basement where the laundry room is. I toss the basket aside as the clothes scatter on the floor and I brace against the washing machine.
“Stop,” I moan. “Please!”
Spite rises up and slips from my clothes. He bobs in front of me, just ahead. He grins and licks my cheek and neck. He moans in my ear and chuckles.
“I can tell how desperately you need touch, Max,” he moans. “And I can tell you, I want to be the one who gives it.” He starts to slice through my clothes, shreds of jeans hit the floor, and he rips open my hoodie.
“Spite,” I snarl. “I liked that hoodie,” I say through my moans.
“I’m your hoodie,” Spite bites my neck. “You don’t need anything else.” He breathes into my ear. “You can fight it,” Spite says. “Deny your needs. I won’t do anything until you tell me to.” He looks me in the eye. “Just tell me to.”
I look at Spite, breathing hard as I try to sort out my thoughts. Somehow, I understand him, I feel him. If I think hard enough, I know him as much as I know myself.
“How is this possible?” I ask.
“We’re one, Max,” Spite whispers. “We are the same, and we need one another.” He kisses me, his long tongue slipping down my throat. His face then becomes my own, and his hands grab at my ass, kneading and digging into the cheeks.
“Your desire is mine,” we say with the same voice. “Your love is our love.”
I whine, clinging to the washing machine as Spite wraps around my cock. He strokes slowly, feeling me as I grow hard and hot. I pant, doubling over the washing machine as he pokes and prods at my ass. It feels cool and slick, and I am growing more and more excited.
It is like I am feeling the sensations twice as if I am both receiving and giving. Spite and I are sharing everything.
Spite slips inside me, and I bite my cheek to keep my voice down.
“Oh Max,” Spite moans. “This is all I want,” he whines. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” I sigh in pleasure. I reach down, my hand becoming Spite’s hand as I stroke my cock.
Spite moves inside me, he goes deep them pulls out and rubs himself between my cheeks. I look up, seeing the mirror behind the washing machine. Our tongue is hanging out, long and blood red. I can see the pleasure on our face, our own need for one another.
“Oh Max,” Spite moans again. “It’s coming.” He ruts into my palm as he moves inside me. I cry out, bracing myself against the washing machine. I feel the surge, the crashing, and I can feel the heat in my palm and inside me.
Spite is moaning and panting in my head.
“Let's do it again,” he snarls hungrily.
I fall to my knees, and the long tongue coming from our mouth cleans our palm, lapping away our mess.
“Already?” I moan, my body like liquid.
Spite squeezes my ass again. “I could fuck you all night.”
I slap our cheek and Spite whines. “You have a lot to explain to me,” I moan. “I’m not some new fuck toy for you.”
Spite chuckles. “You’ve always secretly wanted that though.”
“Hey,” I growl. “What I think when I masturbate is my own business!”
Spite scoffs. “No secrets now, love,” he laughs.
I grumble and lean my back against the washing machine. “I need to know what you are,” I say. “What this is, why you were with my uncle.”
Spite grumbles and mutters under his breath. “Remember your uncle talking about some meteors that fell to earth?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “It was what made his career.”
“Those meteors contained us,” Spite said. “The soldier, the general, and the diplomat,” he says with a chuckle. “The soldier is gone, long story,” he murmurs. “The general is out there in the world, something dangerous too,” he grumbles.
“So, you’re the diplomat?” I ask unsurely.
“Yes!” Spite hisses. “Why is that so shocking?” He scoffs.
“You’ve not-” I shake my head “So, you’re from another planet?” I ask.
“Kind of, not that easy to explain,” Spite murmurs. “We are sent to conquer, assimilate, and command,” he replies. “This was our next stop.”
“Oh,” I murmur.
“The hiccup was that the soldier and I were sealed up after the general went rogue. He took over your uncle’s friend,” Spite replies.
“Wait,” I murmur. “You mean Dr. Solomon?”
“Yup,” Spite says. “You’d know him also as Rabid.”
I gasp and stand up, my legs much more solid than I remember them being. “The supervillain?”
“Bingo,” Spite chuckles. “He had hired your uncle to find me or recreate me.”
“What?” I shake my head.
Spite shrugs. “I dunno. Something to do with romance or something. The point is, your uncle was smart enough to know that wasn’t a good idea.”
“Max!” I hear Harlan call for me.
“Shut up,” I hiss to spite. “Coming!” I yell up the stairs.
Spite giggles. “Yeah, you did.”
I growl and slap our cheek. “Hide already so I can go upstairs!”
Spite slips away and forms to my body, turning into a hoodie. I grab a dirty pair of pants from the tousled laundry basket and step into them as I go back up the stairs. I go to the kitchen where I see Harlan washing dishes. His sleeves are rolled up, but it looks like he’s wearing latex gloves or something.
“He’s probably noticed you’re missing,” I grumble.
Spite chuckles. “I highly doubt it. He doesn’t sound upset at all.”
I slap my chest where Spite has formed as a hoodie. “You better keep yourself quiet. And don’t play with me while I’m talking to him.”
“No promises, babe,” Spite giggles insidiously.
“Is something wrong?” I ask. I still feel breathless and hot from what Spite and I did in the laundry room.
“No,” he says. “I was just going to tell you if you want our leftovers, they’re in the fridge.”
I furrow my brow. “Our?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles. “Like, yours and mine?” He fidgets. “Did you finish your homework?” I notice the shiny, latex texture that was on his hands seems to be under his sleeves now.
I shake my head. “No. I uhm, I really couldn’t focus,” I laugh, trying to sound innocent and not like I had just had crazy sex downstairs.
“Then you best go and do it,” Harlan chuckles before walking back to his room.
The hood of Spite’s hoodie rises up around my head. “He has no idea,” Spite whispers with a smug air of satisfaction.
I quickly head upstairs, going to my room and closing the door. “He’ll find that you’re missing soon,” I tell him as I strip off my hoodie and pants, watching as Spite takes over, covering every last inch of me except my head.
“Nothing he can do now,” Spite murmurs. “He got what he wanted, someone to hide me.”
“Was he trying to keep you away from Rabid?” I ask.
“Yes, me and the other,” he murmurs.
I run our hand down our chest. “The other?” I ask. “You mean the soldier?”
Spite sighs. “No. It’s just another,” he murmurs. He then slips over, covering my head. Spite takes over, walking me to the door. He crouches down on all fours, nearly crab-walking to the top of the stairs.
Harlan is at the bottom holding the canister. I see the fear in his eyes as he remains quiet and fully aware.
Spite sits like a cat at the top of the stairs then places our hands on the first step.
“Max?” Harlan’s voice whispers. “Is that you?”
“Good evening, Doc,” Spite replies cooly as he comes down their stairs.
“Why are you doing this? Why are you walking so weird?” I ask Spite so only he can hear me.
“The drama love, now be quiet,” Spite hisses.
“Max,” Harlan shakes his head slowly. “Are you in there?”
Spite tilts our head to an odd angle. “Don’t worry about him too much. I just want to take him on a date.”
“A date?” Both Harlan and I gasp.
Spite slips to the bottom stair and stands up before Harlan, standing much taller than him, much taller than I am. “Yes,” he says. “Your Max is in good hands, my hands. We are going out, and we are going to enjoy ourselves. You and your pet should do that same. Enjoy yourselves before Rabid finds us. Vital would want that from us.”
Something purple and pink rises along my uncle’s neck, taking over like Spite does to me. “We need each other, stay close!”
“Timid, quiet,” I hear my uncle.
Spite reaches out and rubs the top of Timid’s head. “I’m here for Max,” he says. “And Max loves his uncle,” he growls. He then shoves Timid down to the ground. “But you’re in the way of our date.” Spite jumps over Timid and out the door. He then climbs up the side of the building and onto the roof.
“Where do you want to go on our date?” Spite asks.
I chuckle, and I can’t help but laugh. I feel like I should be afraid of even uncertain, but I feel none of that. For the first time since I was little, I felt excited and free about where life was going to go.
I grin, and I feel the warmth of Spite wrapped around me. “Is it corny if I say I just want to be with you?”
Spite smirks. “Yes, it’s very corny,” I feel him squeeze me like a hug. “Hungry? You want to go eat?” He asks.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I say.
Spite then lunges from the roof and lands on the rooftop across the street. “I have an idea, but it’s a long trip.”
I grin. “You mean Jack?” I ask.
“I know how much he means to you. And since he’s alive, I know you’d like to tell him hello.” Spite says a gentle squeeze wraps around me like a hug again.
I smile, and Spite smiles with me. “Thank you,” I murmur.
“Don’t go crying on me now,” Spite snarls as he charge across another rooftop.
I can feel the wind on our body, our skin. I breathe in the cold air and feel the vibrations run through our bones as we land on the next roof.
“I won’t,” we laugh. “Let us enjoy this.”
Part Two:
“You’re nervous,” Spite whispers to me.
I place our hand over our chest. “Yeah,” I reply as steam floats up from our mouth.
Spite squeezes around me reassuringly. “It’ll be ok, Jack will know who you are.” He slips away from my head like a hood. I can see down on the street from our post. Below us, I see the house where Jack and his girlfriend Diane lived. I can see Diane in the window as she puts dishes into the sink.
“Hey,” Spite whispers, snapping me to my senses. “I saw the guy, he’s in there. He’s changed, but he’s in there.”
I take a deep breath and steady myself. “Sorry I just-”
“Hey, no apologies with me. I know what Jack meant to you.” Spite murmurs.
Back when I was little, Jack was the neighbor kids who always stuck up for me. He was big and good looking while I was this skinny, awkward little slip of a kid. I was teased for my mannerisms and how different I was compared to everyone else. It was Jack who took up for me and kept me safe. He held my hand to and from school when I was little. Then as I got older, he helped me with school work. Jack was also the first person I went to when I understood that I was gay.
Even then, Jack supported me. When he died, the world felt so dark.
“Come on,” Spite says. “Let’s go.”
I nod. “Ok, I’m ready.”
Spite slips back over my face, and we sling down from our post. We come up to the front door and Spite slips back from my face. I reach out, knocking on the door.
Diane answers, peering out cautiously. “Can I help you?” It’s easy to see that she’s nervous about something.
“Hi,” I wave sheepishly. “I don’t know if you remember me but uhm…” my hands are shaking, but Spite squeezes gently around me.
“Go on, babe,” he whispers.
Diane steps out, opening the door more as she stands before me. “Max?” She asks as her eyes go wide. “Oh wow, I haven’t seen you in so long.” A quiet smile spreads across her face. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“We’re looking for-” I stop and clear my throat. “I’m looking for-” I stare up at her and realize she’s nervous. “Are you ok?”
“He knows we’re here,” Spite says to me with a hushed voice. I turn my head slightly, hearing a low, rumbling breathing close by.
“Max?” Diane says again.
I snap back to my own senses, still hearing the quiet breathing echo in my ear. I turn back to Diane and clear my throat. “I’m looking for Jack.”
Diane expression is strained and conflicted. “Oh, Max…I can’t-”
“My uncle,” I interrupt her. “Sorry,” I quickly tack on an apology. “But my uncle, Dr. Harlan, you worked with him too, with Jack I mean. He tried to give you a canister, right?”
Diane furrows her brow. “He did,” she whispers.
“Jack made you turn it away, so he had to go and hide again.” I stretch out my arm as Spite crawls up and floats into my palm. “He told me.”
“You, missed out, toots,” Spite hisses at Diane.
Diane’s eyes grow wide, and she adjusts her glasses as she looks at Spite. “It’s you,” she whispers. Her hazel eyes then fall on me. “Oh, Max,” she murmurs sympathetically.
“What’re you doing here?” I hear a low rumbling voice.
I look up and see something moving in the shadows. Stepping back, it drops down in front of Diane and rises up, standing well over seven feet tall. He looks like he’s made from an oil slick and two eyes peer at me, glowing in the darkness.
“We have first contact,” Spite says.
My breath is knocked from me for a moment. I don’t recognize the creature before me, but I feel a comforting presence despite it. “Jack?” My throat feels tight as I speak.
He growls low. “How could you?” He whispers to Spite. “He’s just a kid.”
“He’s an adult!” Spite hisses, curling up over the top of my head. “Just because you see him as some helpless kid doesn’t mean the rest of the world does. He’s my partner now. I see what his true potential really is, Jack.”
Jack snarls and reveals rows of jagged teeth. “He doesn’t know what’s at stake. He doesn’t know how powerful Rabid is. And you of all things should know better than this!” He lashes out, grabbing Spite over my head.
“Jack don’t!” I push my palms against his wall of a chest.
Spite cackles as Jack’s fist wraps around the tendrils floating above my head. “He knows, don’t assume things,” Spite snarls back at Jack, his tongue trailing up Jack’s arm. “Also, Max has grieved you! So settle the fuck down and hug him!” He slips out of Jack’s fist and urges me forward.
I look up at Jack as an awkward silence fills the air. Spite curls around my fingers and gently presses to my palm.
Jack looks down at me. “It’s…it’s good to see you, Max.” His voice is small and apologetic. “I mean that.”
I sniffle and wipe at my eyes. I hang my head. “Sorry-” I whimper.
“No,” Jack reaches out and runs his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’ve thought about you a lot lately.”
“Why don’t you all come inside,” Diane says with a gentle smile. “I’ll put on some coffee for you, and you can catch up.”
“Thanks,” you murmur.
As I walk through the door, Jack pulls us into a hug. His body is so different, it’s massive, and lumbering and his arms are big enough to snap me like a twig. But the embrace is all too familiar. It’s Jack, and that hasn’t changed.
I hug him tightly. “I missed you so much.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack says as he pulls back. He stands tall and sighs as he looks into his palms. “I’m not who I once was. The creature I was looking after, it fused with me to save my life.”
“Is he still there?” Spite asks.
Jack sighs. “Sometimes I think I can hear him,” he replies. “But other times it feels like I’m alone.” He then glares. “And you?”
“Whoa,” Spite laughs, ducking down behind my head. “What do you mean?”
“Max is important to me. He’s a good kid with a bright future,” he jabs a finger towards him. “He doesn’t need you coming in and screwing up his life.”
“Hey,” I say quietly. “I chose this. I chose Spite,” I snap at him. “After you died I was in a bad place! Spite has helped me.”
Jack growls low in his chest. “Has he?”
I nod. “He’s not exactly the best person in the world,” I admit.
“Babe,” Spite whimpers.
“But he’s the best for me,” I finish. “I love him.”
Spite snuggles to my cheek and purrs sweetly.
Jack sighs, his massive shoulders slouching.
“So, will it be a spring wedding or a shotgun wedding?” Diane asks as she comes into the room with cups of coffee. She smiles, brightening up the serious and somber mood. “Two sugars, right?” She asks me.
“Yeah, thank you,” I smile.
“I’d prefer a winter wedding,” Spite says. He then shoves his entire head into the cup of coffee without warning. “Oh, fuck yes,” he hisses while submerged.
Jack takes a cup from Diane and kisses the top of her head. “So, Harlan came to you?”
“Not exactly, he thought the house would be empty. I think he was wanting to hide,” I reply.
“Does he…know?” Diane asks, looking at Spite still in the coffee cup.
I nod. “He and his…partner confronted us,” I answer. “I’m afraid we didn’t really part on anything solid.”
“Timid,” Jack says. “He’s protecting Timid from Solomon.”
I furrow my brow. “Spite said something about that.”
“Solomon and Rabid wanted their mate to have a partner as well, so they could work together. Since they thought one was destroyed and Spite was locked away, they asked Harlan to create one.” Jack murmurs. “It worked, but the creation was docile and sweet. Harlan knew Timid wouldn’t suit their plans, so he took Timid and ran to protect him.”
“He came to us asking to hide Spite,” Diane replies. “He has stolen him to protect him from Solomon and Rabid as well. He asked me if I could play host.”
“I wouldn’t stand for that,” Jack growls.
“Well,” Spite says as he removes himself from the coffee cup and returns to me. “You missed out.” He waves our hand over our body. “You see all this? Yeah. That could have been your lady.”
“I’m ok with that,” Diane says, taking hold of Jack’s hand.
“What’s going to happen then?” I ask. “I mean, with Rabid and Solomon?”
Jack sighs and shakes his head. “Harlan is probably in a great deal of danger,” he replies. “He’s probably hunting him.”
“I’d say Harlan is running to keep people safe,” Diane adds. “He’s probably upset that he got you mixed up in all of it.”
I close my eyes and sigh.
“I know what you’re thinking, babe. It’s ok.” Spite squeezes my shoulders. “I’m with you. Whatever you want.”
“I need to go back,” I say. “My uncle needs me.”
Jack furrows his brow. “Max, you could get yourself hurt, or worse.”
I place our hand over our chest. “I’m not alone, and I’m not the same weak kid you used to have to protect. Spite and I are one, we’re different. We’re stronger together.”
“That’s my boy,” Spite giggles.
“I’m going home. It’s what’s right.” I smile at Jack. “I’m happy to know you’re ok. If it’s possible, I’ll make sure you and Diane won’t get bothered. Solomon won’t find out about you.” I turn to go to the door.
“Wait!” Diane gasps. She grabs our hand and squeezes. “It’s cold out.” She goes over to the coat rack and takes Jack’s old college hoodie down. “Take this.”
“Oh uh,” I look at it then back at Diane. “Are you sure?”
Diane nods back to Jack. “He can’t fit in it anymore.” She then grins. “It’s fitting you two should have it.”
“I wouldn’t have minded you much, lady,” Spite says.
“Make sure he behaves,” Diane whispers to me as she opens the door.
We step outside and slip the hoodie on. It’s still a little big, but it’s the gesture that counts. Spite and I leap away, launching ourselves into the air. We travel back home, catching a train and riding on top of it to make the journey faster.
When we arrive back home, I’m relieved to see someone is inside. Spite slips away, hiding under the hoodie. I knock on the door when I find it’s locked.
“Uncle Harlan?” I call. “It’s me! I think we need to-”
The door swings open and standing there is a man I don’t know. He’s tall with long white hair, and his eyes are red.
“Fuck,” Spite growls.
The man smiles. “You must be Max,” he says. “Your uncle has told me so much about you.”
“It’s Solomon,” Spite whispers.
I’m frozen in place, and I don’t know what to do. “Is…is my uncle here?” I ask.
“He’s inside,” Solomon steps out of the way. “Please, come in.”
I look inside, seeing claw marks running down the wall of the foyer. I take a step back and freeze up again.
“Max, come in,” Solomon grabs my shoulder and squeezes down really hard. “It’s cold out.”
“No need to pose so hard,” Spite rises up from under the hoodie and wrenches Solomon’s hand away. “You might hurt something.”
Solomon gnashes his teeth as Rabid starts to rise up over him. “Spite.”
“Ragged,” Spite snarls and lunges us into the house. He wraps around me again, taking over my entire body. “Where is he?” Spite snarls.
Rabid stomps towards us, his arm stretching out and trying to grab us, but Spite dodges. He rips a door off the hinges and chucks it at Rabid’s head.
“We gotta find him,” Spite hisses to me. He dodges another strike from Rabid, and the windows shatter.
We climb up the walls and shoot up through the stairwell.
“Come back!” Rabid roars.
“If you were any good at fucking I would!” Spite tosses back at him before throwing us out the window. He grabs onto the wall, clawing down the siding then sprints us up towards the roof.
“What do we do?” I’m panicking. “What do we do?”
“Shh,” Spite coaxes. “It’s ok. He’s just a little mad now, but when he calms down-” we’re thrown backward as Rabid grabs us around the throat and pulls us back into the house.
“He’s still a dick,” Spite snarls. He kicks Rabid in the face and bounces off him, skidding along the debris-covered hallway. We stand up, staring down Rabid as he stands before us.
“You’ve always been a fucking bastard,” he laughs.
“If I had the choice to do my job and fuck, yes,” Spite laughs. “Unlike some people who think their dicks too big for their pants.”
“It’s your ideology that’s small, Spite. That was always what I hated about you,” Rabid growls.
“I know you hate so much more about me,” Spite splays out his fingers as they turn into knives. “But trading pleasantries aside, where is Harlan?”
“It won’t matter,” Rabid growls he then stops cold and his eyes rise up beyond us. “What is that?”
Two big hands clamp down on our shoulders, and I turn to look up at Jack.
“This is no fight for a diplomat,” Jack and Diane’s voices snarl in unison. “Go find Harlan, I’ll take care of him.”
“Three against two?” Rabid laughs. “I’ll take it.”
“Hurry,” Jack and Diane whisper to us before they charge at rabid and knock him through a wall.
“Kid, worry about the house and the shit attack your parents will have later.” Spite throws us through the house until we get to the laundry room.
Harlan is tied up on the ground. We race towards me and untie him. “Are you ok?” I ask. “Harlan!”
He groans and looks up at me. “Max,” he winces in pain. “You need to get out of here!” Above us, the sounds of chaos and rampage are growing as Jack, Diane, and Rabid fight.
“Where’s Timid?” Spite snarls.
“Here,” a woman says.
I turn and see a woman sitting in the corner, holding a canister. She stands up and approaches us.
“I didn’t want this,” she whispers. She looks up as the rafters shake. She looks at Timid in the canister. “I would do anything for them,” she says. “And they would do anything for me but-” she sighs. “This little guy isn’t worth it.”
“Oh, so you’re the hot piece Rabid is gushing over,” Spite hisses.
She glares at Spite and thrusts the canister out. “Take him back.”
“Why?” I ask her. “Rabid wanted him made for you.”
She scoffs. “All I want is them,” she says. “He didn’t have to go this far.” She then smiles. “Then again, it is part of what I love about them.”
“Solidarity,” Spite says as he cracks open the canister.
Timid cries, rushing out and going to Harlan. “Harlan!” He cries.
“Ah-” Harlan grunt as Timid hugs him and wraps around him. “Easy,” he chuckles.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
The ceiling caves in and Rabid lies there with Jack and Diane sitting on his chest.
“Alexis, dear,” Rabid groans.
Alexis sighs, swatting plaster and debris away from her face. “You always go too big, my love.” She shakes her head. “We’re outnumbered this time.”
Rabid groans and laughs. “But what about your present.”
Alexis looks at us, and a dark smile spreads across her lips. “Worry about it later.” She stretches out her hand, taking Rabid onto herself.
“Wait-” spite tries to stop them, but she punches Jack square in the chest, blowing him into the brick wall. She then picks up Solomon and vanishes through the hole in the ceiling.
“Not good,” Timid whispers
Jack falls from the wall, and his back opens up, bone popping open like a cage and Diane slips out. She rushes over to Harlan and Timid on the ground and sits beside them.
“Everything ok?” She asks.
Spite and I go over to Jack who is coughing and holding his chest. He looks up at us and sighs.
“You always gotta be the hero don’t you?” Spite asks. He holds his hand out.
Jack laughs and takes his hand. “Did I steal your thunder?”
“No thunder to steal,” Spite laughs as we help Jack up. “So, you and Diane huh? Like a mech suit or something?”
“We found out we could do that ages ago,” Jack chuckles. “Something, the soldier, told me one time.”
Harlan stands up, and I rush over to him, I hug him and Timid. “I’m so sorry!”
“Hey, hey,” Harlan laughs. “It’s ok. This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have come here. I should have left as soon as I knew you were still here.” He hugs me tight. “I didn’t want you getting caught up in this, Max.”
“I’m glad I did,” I say and look up at him. “From now on, you and me…ok?” I nod my head. “We’re going to watch out for one another, all three of us.”
Behind us, the ceiling entirely collapses and slides down the stairs.
“I don’t think we’ve got a choice in that,” Harlan laughs.
Outside we can hear sirens.
“We need to go,” Diane whispers.
Jack pulls Diane close, pulling her Jack into his chest. Timid wraps around Harlan and lunges up through the hole in the ceiling. Jack slips back around my head and chuckles.
“What?” I ask.
“Looks like we got us a dumb little family,” he snickers as we run after Jack and Timid. “You think we can look after them?”
We follow Jack and Timid as they leap across the rooftops, coming to a stop when we reach the train station.
“You’d rather we got at this alone?” I ask.
“Eh,” Spite shrugs as we turn to look at everyone. “I would’ve liked a honeymoon.”
Part Three:
Ever since coming to the Hephaestus Academy, I’ve been sleeping so much better. It’s been nice not having to hide or be on the run. I’m able to relax a bit, take some classes at the academy, and try and work things out. I’ve made a lot of friends and the last few nights we‘ve hung out, eaten, and drank way too much.
I was waking from a dream, dreading that dull ache a hangover would bring on. Instead there was another slow, throbbing ache below, and something trying to soothe it. I moan softly, feeling my cock getting stroked.
“Spite, not now,” I huff.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” Spite taunts me.
“I have a headache,” I whine and cover my head with a pillow.
Spite hisses something under his breath and keeps stroking me. “You were hanging out with people all the last two nights. We haven’t had any of our alone time.”
“Spite,” I moan into the pillow. “You really need to stop.”
Spite starts to slip between my thighs, he squeezes them and wraps himself around my ass and lower back. “Flip over!”
“Spite,” I growl. “Knock it off!”
Spite spins me, flopping me over onto my belly. His hand presses down on my back and holds me there.
“Hey!” I snap.
“Hay is for horses.” Spite moans into my ear. I shudder and raise my ass in the air as Spite starts to mold himself around me.
“Make it quick,” I sigh, giving in to him as well as my own needs.
“That’s my love,” Spite giggles and licks my cheek. “I’m going to go big today.” His slimy tongue pushes inside and squirms.
“Oh fuck!” I moan in pleasure. I then flinch and hug my pillow. “You’re going to what?”
“Big,” Spite snarls. He slips between my cheeks and I gasp when he grows both thick and long all at once. “What’s the saying? Ribbed for your pleasure?” He starts to ease his way inside, slipping in easily. I cry out at the size of him and curl my back even more.
“I like hearing your voice Max,” Spite snarls directly in my ear. “Cry out more for me.”
“It’s in the morning! We have a roommate!” I fuss at him.
There’s a banging at the door. “That’s right you do! It’s bad enough that thing runs around wild at night, but do you both have to do it in the morning!?”
I gasp and sit up, smacking Spite away from me. “Oh shit, I’m sorry Eli!”
“Hey, get back in bed!” Spite fusses at me as I slip my pajama pants back on. I walk out into the hallway as Eli goes into the kitchen
“Is he really that bad at night?” I ask as Spite’s little head hovers beside mine.
Eli glares up at me, he’s a student at the academy and has become a good friend as well. He had volunteered the extra room in his dorm to us when things were getting cramped in Jack’s place. He also got me into the art classes he took off campus, and I’ve really been enjoying my time. He’s some sort of lab experiment that was rescued by Hepheastus. He’s tall and thin with this glowing orange skin and fluorescent green eyes. His hair is always moving about as if suspended in water and is an illuminated rose gold color. His limbs are extra long and his hands and feet are more claws than anything. He also has a prehensile tail covered in golden scales.
“That thing was in my room last night!” Eli points to Spite who ducks down behind my shoulder. “I caught him on my laptop. Again!”
“He knows where to get the good porn,” Spite squeaks.
I smash his head down between my palm and shoulder. “Shit, I’m sorry Eli. He knows better,” I snarl down at him.
“I really don’t,” Spite giggles and slips between my fingers to rise up like a hoodie onto my head.
Eli sighs. “Not mad at you, Max. I know better than that.” He then strikes Spite with a wooden spoon. “He’s just lucky I couldn’t catch him!”
“Then clear your history so I won’t have a reason to sneak around.” Spite sticks his tongue out and Eli sticks his out in return.
Eli turns back to the counter where he’s mixing a thin batter. “Hey, can I ask you to do a favor, and maybe I’ll be nice?”
I smile. “Sure, what?”
“Can you go down the cafeteria and pick me up a couple of bananas? I’m making crepes and I think I might be short.” Eli says.
“Yeah, no problem.” I fetch my phone and keys then slip on some shoes. “Just the bananas?” I ask.
Eli shakes his head. “That’s it! If I think of anything else I’ll message you.”
“You really had to go and ruin our morning didn’t you?” Spite grumbles as we make our way to the elevator.
“You need to learn some self control,” I huff. “You’re so used to getting your way whenever you want.”
“Oh come on, you want it as much as I do. You can’t lie to me.” Spite squeezes my ass inside my pajamas and I grunt, thankfully no one else is on the elevator.
“Yeah but-” I try to keep my cool. “Will you stop?” I turn on my phone to check the new messages I received. “Eli texted me,” I murmur.
Spite’s giggle is sinister as I open up the messages. I am then assaulted by a video of Eli sucking the biggest dick I have ever seen. Dark moans and loud slurping fill the elevator.
“Oh god yes, you’re such a good little slut. Deeper. Take me deeper.” The owner of the massive dick moans.
Eli slurps and gulps and his eyes flick up to look into the phone. He smiles and waves at it and continues to gulp him down.
“Oh yes! Oh god I need to fuck you. Be good for me baby and show me that ass.”
The elevator door opens and I about throw my phone. I turn it off and quickly stuff it back into my pocket as a couple of girls from the dorm walk in. My face is beet red and I know exactly what that message was. Once the girls get off on the ground floor I go into the bathroom where Spite starts laughing maniacally.
“How could you?” I snap at him. “How could you do that?”
“You have no idea how much stuff like that is on Eli’s laptop. Let alone his phone!” Spite cackles. “Dude is a bigger slut than you are!”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “You can’t just invade his privacy like that! I don’t care what he’s doing. He’s been good to us and he’s been letting us stay in his dorm! You are pushing it Spite!” I push him off my head. “I am so mad at you right now!”
“For what?” He coils around my cock and starts pumping it. “You got hard watching it,” he whispers into my ear. “You liked seeing your friend suck that big dick didn’t you?” He ripples along my spine and I start to lose my self control.
“Stop it!” I moan as I grip the counter. “You really need to stop.” I take in deep breaths as I try to stay calm. It feels so good, and yes, I do want it, but I have to keep my control.
Spite continues to stroke me. “You should watch the rest of the video.”
“No!” I hiss at him. “That’s not right.”
Spite chuckles. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
I look in the mirror and see Spite’s smirking face over mine. “Not here,” I moan. “This is a public bathroom.”
Spite scoffs. “You’ve forgotten how to have fun! Ever since we joined this school of fuddy duddies they’ve been rubbing off on you too much.” He moans. “At least your cock still remembers.” His tendrils squeeze my ass again. He’s spreading me open and getting ready to take his prize. I watch us in the mirror, our peppermint features contorting into a lustful look of pleasure. Our long tongue hangs from our mouth as Spite eases himself inside me. Something feels different, he feels thicker and it starts to hurt.
I cry out and bend over the sink counter. “What is that?”
“I felt how much you liked that big schlong in the video. Thought I’d try it out.” Spite squeezes around me like a full body hug. “You don’t like it?” His voice is gentle and sweet for a moment.
“I like the usual you,” I moan.
“That’s so romantic, babe.” Spite lifts our head so we can see ourselves in the mirror. “We’re beautiful right now. Why would you ever want to stop.”
I cry out as he wriggles inside, shaping himself into something a little less girthy. I moan in pleasure, enjoying his usual size so much better.
Spite pulls my pajamas down and lays my cock on the counter top. Red and white tendrils coil around it, pumping me as he moves inside. My phone rings and I see a message from Eli pop up.
“He knows you sent that video!” I whine and huff as we press our hands against the mirror.
“Hey, that’s an idea, we should have been filming this,” Spite giggles.
“No!” I snap. “Oh fuck-” I look into the mirror, looking into our eyes and watching our body writhing. I shiver and choke on my voice as I cum. It splashes on the counter top and gushes on the mirror. Spite sighs in relief and starts melting off my body.
“So much better,” he purrs.
I look at my cum on the mirror and quickly wipe everything down, using several paper towels and a lot of the hand soap.
I then check the message from Eli. “Where are those bananas?” He asks. Another text pops up. “Oh my god. That video wasn’t meant for you! Please don’t look oh my god!”
“Wait,” I gasp. “YOU didn’t send that?”
Spite giggles as he starts to wrap around me like a hoodie again. “He accidentally sent it while sexting last night. That’s what made me check his computer.”
I scowl in the mirror at him. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”
Spite lets out a gleeful giggle. “I told you, you’re sexy when you’re mad.”
My phone rings and it’s Eli. “Hello?” I answer.
“Oh my god! Please tell me you didn’t watch it! I’m mortified! Oh my god! Max I’m so sorry!” Eli blurts out all at once in a long stream.
“Eli, calm down, it’s ok,” I coax him.
Eli sighs deeply in relief. “Oh thank god, you didn’t watch it?”
Spite cackles while I grow silent.
“Oh dear god! You watched it! You watched it!” Eli starts to panic all over again. “I’m disgusting! I know! Oh my god! Please! I’m so sorry Max!”
“We can talk about this when I get back with the bananas,” I tell him. “It’s ok really, Eli. You don’t need to explain anything to me.”
I hear Eli sniffling. “You’re one of my only friends here,” he whimpers. “Everyone else-it doesn’t matter. Ok? It doesn’t-”
“Eli are you crying?” I gasp. “I’m coming back right now.”
“Aww, he’s your friend.” Spite giggles as I race back to the elevator. When I get back to the dorm I find Eli sitting at the table and sobbing. His tears come out as big globs of opal-like liquid. I sit down beside him and put my hand on his back.
“I don’t want you to think I’m some disgusting-” he snorts and looks at me with big puppy dog eyes. “I always lose my friends when I open up to them.”
I wrap Eli up in a hug. “Hey, I’m not going to find you disgusting. Look what I bang on a regular basis.” I point at Spite who is snickering. “If I judged you for…a talent I could only dream of, I’d be a hypocrite.”
Eli sniffles and rubs his cheeks. “It’s just…” he whimpers.
“You’re a slutbunny,” Spite says.
Eli glares at him.
“Dude, I get it. Me too.” Spite slips off of my head and goes near Eli. “It’s more than just sexual, isn’t it?” He asks. “I know I’m a lot to take, the least I can do is make Max happy, sometimes I don’t have the capability to do it like a normal asshole. So, I do it in a way that’s natural to me.”
Eli hiccups. “It’s like I can’t keep my legs closed sometime,” he forces a laugh. “I’ve been working on it. My therapist has been with me since I was released from that lab,” he grumbles. “But it seems no matter what my libido won’t quiet down.”
“And I respect that.” Spite kisses Eli’s cheek.
Eli looks back at me as he pets Spite’s head. “I have to confess, I’ve been jealous of you two for some time now. You’re so close and so intimate, I just want someone like that too.”
“Big dick was in a lot of your videos, why not him?” I yank Spite back and clasp him between my palms.
“You’re done talking now,” I hiss at him.
“Oh, that’s Urata.” Eli wipes his face with his shirt.
“Urata?” The name sounds familiar and then it hits me. “Urata?” I blurt. “As in Mr. Masutaro our art teacher?”
“The oni guy?” Spite asks.
Eli nods. “He’s always been super helpful to me and out of everyone I’ve-” he grimaces. “Well, let’s just say he’s the booty call I would prefer to have. But…he’s so nice and he’s all like upstanding and cool. I’m not someone who is…”
“If you say you’re not worthy I will punch you!” Spite huffs at him.
“What?” Eli laughs.
“Look at me? Am I good person? Hardly. Am I with someone too good for me? Obviously. Do I still deserve it? It’s up for debate. But do I deserve that love and to feel like I am worth while? Of course! I’m amazing! But you? You’re actually a good person, just because you’re horny all the time doesn’t mean you’re undeserving, you fuckwad.”
Eli swallows and gives me a perplexed look. “I’m confused. Is he actually being helpful?”
I chuckle and Spite nuzzles to my cheek. “He has his moments.”
Eli laughs and breaks into a genuine smile. “Thanks Spite, that really made me feel better.”
“Look, I don’t like a lot of people. But I love Max and Max likes you, so I kind of like you too,” Spite grumbles. “But don’t you tell anyone!”
Eli laughs. “As long as you don’t tell anyone about-”
“I’m a monster but I’m not that evil,” Spite scoffs.
Spite and I hug Eli and we end up having a nice breakfast. We help him ask Urata out on a date and then sit with him while he anxiously awaits a reply.
“If he says no, I’ll key his car,” Spite says.
“No,” Eli chuckles and then his phone pings. He nervously looks at it and gasps. “It’s from him!” He lurches up from the sofa. “Oh god, what if he says no?”
Spite rises up from my shoulder. “Then I will key his car, why does no one listen to me?” I push him down again.
“If he says no, then we’ll find another art class.” I smile at him. “But we’ll get through it.”
Eli nods then opens his phone. His expression goes from pure terror to a sweet and melting face of awe. “He said he’s been waiting on me to ask.” He turns and grins at us. “He wants to take me out tonight! He said he’ll cook for me!”
Spite rises up and shakes my keys in the air. “Let’s celebrate by keying someone’s car!”
I shove him down and take my keys back. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I then grin up to Eli. “I’m happy for you, Eli.”
“He said he’s not wanted to push me knowing what I had been going through, but he said he’s always liked me ever since I started taking the class.” Eli hugs his phone. “He likes me!”
When Eli leaves that evening, Spite and I order takeout and lounge in my room eating and watching crappy television.
“Hey,” Spite then says.
“Hm?” I glance as him as he pokes his head out of the take out box.
Spite stays kind of hidden in the box. “If you had the chance to find someone to love who was much better suited towards you, would you?”
I sit up and furrow my brow. “What are you talking about?”
“I know what I am,” Spite grumbles. “I’m not easy. So if someone better came along would you-”
“I love you,” I say to Spite. “No one else, not even close. I would never choose someone better because that person doesn’t exist.”
Spite rises up out of the takeout box and kisses me. His tongue coils around mine and I feel him squeeze all around me. “I love you too,” Spite whispers and it hums along my skin.
Part Four:
“Max?” Someone gently nudges my cheek. “Max? You awake? Hey.” A tongue touches my face, gliding along my ear and down my jaw. “Max, please,” the voice whimpers. “Please wake up.”
I push against the face. “I’m awake, I’m awake.” I rub my eyes before I slowly open them. Faint light filters through the curtains as I peer around my room. “What’s so urgent?” I sit up slowly, yawning as I become more alert.
“You okay?” Spite asks as he slithers up my back. “You slept through your first alarm.” He curls up on my shoulder, the one that Beast hit.
“Did I?” I grumble as I pick up my phone. It blares with my alarm again, and I drop it on the bed in shock. “Ugh.” I turn it off, then flop back down on the bed. Ever since Beast attacked, Spite has been acting strange. He’s not himself and it worries me.
“Are you okay?” Spite rises up and looks down at me. “Do you hurt?”
I grab the back of his head and bring him down, touching his forehead to mine. “What’s the matter with you? Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” His tendrils start wrapping around me. They curl along my chest, trailing down my ribs. They crawl over my arms, slowly coating my fingertips. “I am always fine.”
“Obviously you’re not. You act like you’re scared shitless.” I sit back up. “I’m fine, Spite. You don’t need to baby me.”
“I’m baby,” Spite purrs as he snuggles into the crook of my neck.
I push his head down, squishing him on my shoulder. “I know,” I sigh softly. I slip my feet over the edge of the bed and stand up. “We need to get going.”
“Going?” Spite wraps around me like a hoodie. “Going where?”
“I told you,” I sigh as I find my pants under the bed. “I promised Eli I would help him and Urata today. We also have our meeting with Oona.”
Spite squeezes tightly around me, becoming a form fitting bodysuit. “You sure you wanna go out there today?”
“Spite,” I chide softly. “We can’t stay locked up forever, and I can’t keep avoiding Oona.” I bite down on my cheek. Ever since the attack from Beast and after I was released from the infirmary, I’ve only seen Oona in passing. I feel guilty, crushingly so, about what happened to her. She took on Beast to save me and Spite, and now I’m not sure how to approach her.
“We should leave here, Max,” Spite says. “Just go and do our own thing! We can pack up and hit the road, just us as one.”
I furrow my brow as I fill my backpack up. I place my art supplies back in their container and slip my sketchbook inside. “I can’t do that.” I shake my head and stiffen my shoulders. “Uncle Harlan is here, Jack is here. I can’t leave them. Besides, we’re safer here than anywhere else! And if we can do some good, then why shouldn’t we?”
Spite exhales but doesn’t say anything.
“Seriously,” I snap at him, “what is wrong with you?”
“Aside from everything?” he snickers.
My shoulders slouch again. “You know what I mean, Spite. You’re worrying me, and not in the usual way.”
Spite relaxes, loosening his grip on me. “I don’t like this hero business,” he growls. “I’m supposed to be a diplomat, not a cape-wearing derring-do-gooder.”
I smile. “I still can’t believe you’re supposed to be a diplomat.” I put my backpack over my shoulder, open the bedroom door and go into the kitchen. “Besides, I think I kind of like being a do-gooder.”
Spite’s tongue drops down over my forehead and between my eyes. “Then ‘do good’ by picking up trash and recycling. You don’t need to don some fancy skintight suit to prove a point.”
I open the fridge. “You do realize that you’re my skintight suit right?”
Spite’s tongue waggles in my face like a windshield wiper. “You know what I fucking mean!”
I grab his tongue and push it away. “The point stands. I like it here. I like this school. I like the people.”
“That’s rich,” he sneers.
“I mean it.” I put a bottle of water and a few snack packs into my bag before closing the fridge again. “I think this place is good for us, Spite. Besides, if we went on the run that would literally be our lives. We would always be running. Rabid would be happy to have us away from this school.”
“We could do just fine,” Spite insists.
“I’d rather not.” I double-check to make sure I have my keys before leaving the dorm room. We set out across campus, heading towards the art building, where I’ll meet Eli and Urata. Spite and I are going to be posing for the class that day - something I would never usually do, but I owe Eli the favor.
“Good morning, handsome,” Eli chirps as we come into the art room. “You ready for the day?”
“No,” I grumble. “But we’re here, aren’t we?”
Eli looks to Spite. “And how about you? Ready to show off the goods?”
Spite’s head forms and comes to rest on top of my hair. “You’ve been trying to get into my pants since I walked into your life.”
Eli smirks at him and arches a brow. “You don’t have pants.”
Spite hisses, then turns back into a hood.
Eli takes the small victory. “Urata and I are almost done setting up.” He points to the door near the back of the classroom. “If you want, you can go into his office and get ready. I’ll come in and fetch you when the class arrives.”
“Thanks. I haven’t eaten yet, so I’ll do that.” I go back into the office, sit down and take one of the snack packs from my bag.
“Nice and quiet,” Spite whispers to me. “Why don’t we relax a little bit before we show off to the world?”
I sigh as I try to enjoy my fruit. “I should have known.”
Spite twists around me, squeezing tightly against me. Some of his tendrils slither into my mouth and squeeze around my tongue. He slips into my pants, grabbing hold of me and squeezing around my shaft.
“Just a little release, so we don’t get too excited out there,” he purrs.
I moan, leaning back in the chair.
“Cat got your tongue?” Spite teases.
I grunt, glaring back at him. Spite releases my tongue with a smarmy giggle. “Hold on,” I huff. I undo the zipper of my pants, then arch my hips to tug them and my boxers down. “Go ahead.”
Spite cackles. “You’re eager today.”
“No, I just know I shouldn’t argue by now.” I bite my lip as I watch his white and red tendrils stroke over my cock. “It does feel good though.”
“In the teacher’s office, no less,” Spite purrs. “I wonder how many times Mr. Masutaro has bent Eli over this desk and fucked him senseless.”
“Spite, please,” I grunt.
Spite covers my head and face. Our eyes gaze down at our body, looking over the red and white. Our hand is wrapped around our cock, stroking it as we breathe in.
“Just us,” Spite moans. “Think about it, Max.”
He starts to go inside me, pressing into my ass. I cry out, both our voices echoing from the same throat. “Spite,” I gasp.
He growls low, thrusting inside me, going deep before withdrawing. We stand up, and I bend over the desk. Spite squeezes around me, continuing to stroke our cock while he moves inside me.
“Only us, Max. That’s all that has ever mattered,” he breathes. “The two of us, as one, so perfect and whole.” His movements echo through the room, a wet slapping sound that grows louder and harder.
“Spite,” I rasp. “You’re going so hard.”
“I want you to know. I want you to feel only me.” Spite’s voice is low and rumbling. “Max, I-”
I cry out. Spite cries out. The rush of heat that overwhelms us splashes to the floor and inside me. I tremble, unable to keep my feet, so Spite eases us back into the chair. He brings up our hand, and our tongue licks away the molten cream on our fingers.
“Feel better?” Spite moans.
There’s a knock on the door. “Max, you ready?” Eli calls.
“Yeah. Just a second.” I gulp down heavy breaths. I attempt to stand, but Spite holds me down. “We need to go out there.”
“Wait,” he whispers. “Before we go…” His voice cracks. “Can’t we just enjoy this?”
“What are you talking about?” I manage to stand again and use my underwear to mop up the mess on the floor. “When we get home, we can enjoy it better. Okay?”
Spite wiggles excitedly. “Okay.”
As we step outside, Eli gives me a knowing smile. “Have fun, you two.” He leads us to the center of the classroom, where a circle of students are sitting with easels and art pads. As we move into position, Spite fully takes hold. We stand as one there in the class and take a pose.
Then I notice a girl sitting alone, towards the back of the classroom. She has an easel up, but she doesn’t seem to be drawing anything.
“What is it?” Spite asks. “You like girls now?”
“Hey,” I snap at him. “It’s just that - well, she seems uncomfortable.” I glance back at her. “I’m not sure what it is, but I feel like I know her.”
Spite sniffs. “She smells weird.”
During the break, Eli offers us a cup of coffee, which Spite takes to swimming in. I have on a robe and am eating lunch when the girl approaches me. She has wide, dark brown eyes and sleek hair in a bob. She looks exhausted, like she hasn’t slept in weeks, but that isn’t too surprising for a college girl. What is surprising is that she only has a right arm. Her left arm is missing completely.
“Hi.” I try not to stare. “Can I help you?”
She looks me over for a moment, then glances at Spite in the coffee cup. “Curious,” she says softly. “Just curious.” She smiles at me and sits down beside me. “I’m Siti. I studied under your uncle, back when he was a professor.”
“Oh!” I exclaim, turning my full attention to her. “And now you’re here! He’s actually teaching again.”
She nods shyly. “I know, but I haven’t gathered up the courage to speak to him again. I used to have a pretty big crush on him.”
I rub the back of my neck. “A lot of people did,” I chuckle.
“This one is taken!” Spite says from the cup of coffee. “So don’t get any ideas, Missy.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “I won’t.” Then she looks to me and laughs. “I, um… I knew Jack, too.”
I’m not sure how to respond. Most people think he’s dead. “Yeah, he was… he was like a big brother to me. He was amazing.”
Siti touches her left shoulder. “If it wasn’t for him I might have lost more than an arm. I wanted to apologize to you.”
“I…” I really don’t know how to respond. “You don’t… Siti, there’s nothing to apologize for.”
Siti’s hand slips down her side. “Maybe if he hadn’t tried to save my life, he’d still be around.” She looks into my eyes. “If he hadn’t helped me, he would have gotten out.”
“You can’t think like that,” I try to assure her. “Jack knew what he was doing. Don’t blame yourself for what happened.”
Siti sniffles, rubbing her eyes she lowers her head. “Can we talk after class?” she asks.
“Yeah, of course. I’d love that. Maybe we can go meet with Harlan, too.”
Siti presses her lips together. “Maybe.” She looks back towards the class as they start to file in, then gets up. “I’d best go get my seat again.”
“That girl is weird,” Spite whispers.
“Hush,” I hiss at him.
Once class is over and I get dressed, I go to find Siti, but she’s not waiting in the classroom.
“Hey, Eli.” I walk up to him as he’s cleaning. “Do you know where Siti went?”
He furrows his brow. “Who?”
“The girl with…” I clear my throat. “She has only one arm.”
Eli slowly shakes his head. “There’s no one like that in this class. Must have been a walk-in.”
I leave, wondering if Siti lost her nerve. As Spite and I go across campus, we head towards the dorm so we can change before meeting Oona. As I head into the dorm room, Spite suddenly tenses.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Be quiet! There’s someone here.” Spite starts to wrap around me, pressing close to my body so we become one again. He rises onto his toes and slips into the dorm, sniffing around and twisting his head from side to side. As we return to the hallway, something skitters along the ceiling, flashing briefly in front of our eyes.
“The fuck was that?” I yelp.
“I said quiet!” Spites snarls at me. He rushes to the end of the hall and looks around, stepping into the common room. A floorboard creaks, and we hold our breath. Suddenly we’re knocked aside. A figure grabs us, knocking us to the ground. Then they drag us up the wall, holding our throat as they pin us there.
Looking down, I see the creature that attacked us before. Beast.
“Keep your mouth shut,” she snarls. Her long tail whips back and forth behind her. It curls up over her shoulder, looking very much like a scorpion’s. Her neon blue and yellow skin seems to have a glow to it now, making her look toxic.
Spite hisses and screams, kicking out our legs and hitting her in her face. Her tail lashes out, and the tip opens and suctions around our face.
“Hold still, you little maggot! We’d like to have a word.” Her tail swallows us up, gulping us down like a giant throat.
“Spite!” I scream, but he won’t answer me. “Spite! Where are you? Spite!”
“Better save your voice.” Beast’s voice sounds muffled from the inside. “Spite and I are talking.”
“Spite,” I whimper as my vision starts to fade to a pinprick. “Spite… I…”
I wake up. My head is pounding and my mouth feels tacky. As I rise from the floor, it feels as though something is missing. I touch my chest and feel around. I can’t find Spite.
“Looking for this?” Beast’s voice cuts through the shadows. I look up to see her crouched down before me. In her hands she’s holding a small lump, and I realize it’s Spite.
“Give him back!” I scream and lunge at her. I fall flat on my face as she moves away.
Beast yanks her hand away, squishing Spite between her long, sharp fingers. “Nuh-uh.” She wags her finger at me. “Not until you help me get Rabid.”
I pick myself up off the floor, glaring at her. She seems smaller than before, much more petite. Her figure is slim, but her limbs are long. There are spikes running down the back of her head and spine, all the way to the base of her tail. Her face is flat and shiny, her mouth jagged with teeth. Her grin is wide, reaching back towards the sides of her head.
“I don’t know where he is,” I growl. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking! He tried to kill me! I don’t exactly care where he is!”
Beast sneers, her eyes becoming narrow slits. She holds up Spite again and squeezes her fingers tighter around him. I hear a terrified squeak, and the more her fingers tighten the more frantic the cry becomes.
“Stop!” I scream. “Don’t hurt him!”
Beast unclenches her fingers around Spite. “Then help me. It’s either Rabid, or him.”
My breath shudders in my chest. Hot tears sting my eyes. “Please. I’ll help you. I’ll try.” I hold my hands out. “Just give him back to me!”
“Just give him back,” Spite whispers.
“Be quiet,” Beast snarls. “You’ll ruin it!”
Tears drip down my face. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
Beast drops Spite, almost carelessly. He splats on the floor and I quickly scoop him up in my hands, holding him close. “It’s okay! I’ve got you!”
“Take us to Dr. Harlan,” Beast growls.
I glare at her as Spite starts to wrap around my neck. “What are you trying to do? Who the hell are you?”
“Max,” Spite squeaks weakly. “Max, hold me.”
“You really want to know?” The flesh of Beast’s mouth recedes from the contours of the head beneath, opening wide to show the girl inside.
Siti looks out at me.
“We’re the bad guy,” she growls. Her lips curl into a smirk. “Duh.”
Part Five:
I try to steady my breathing. Siti is standing next to me, wearing Beast like a jacket, much the same way I do with Spite. The only difference is that Beast also provides Siti with a left arm, to replace her amputated one. She stands there, arms crossed, her big eyes staring at the elevator door. There is a whispering between the two of them, hissing softly through the air, but I can’t understand the words.
Spite is curled up into the crook of my neck like a helpless kitten, too weak to do anything else. He’s shivering and terrified, but I can feel his anger radiating through me. I am beyond rage. If I could, I would split Beast’s head open for what she did to him.
Siti turns her head and sweeps her dark eyes over me. “There’s no reason to be afraid.”
“The fuck there isn’t! You call yourself the bad guy, torture my partner, and then blackmail us into helping you!”
Siti tilts her head to the side. I took her eyes as sad before, but now I see them as sadistic. She seems to be looking for something she can rub salt into.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” she says. “Right now, we need you. We need Harlan.” She glances to the door again. “Did the other survive?”
I swallow the bile rising in my throat. “The other?”
“The other Heltith, the one Harlan was studying.” Siti chuckles. “Well, really, it was Jack and I who were studying it for Harlan. Until Rabid showed up.”
I furrow my brow at her, protectively placing my hand around Spite as he shivers. “What about Rabid?”
Beast recedes from Siti’s side, revealing her bare left flank. It’s covered in scars, both burns and surgical. Beast’s hand runs down them. “He’s the one who attacked the lab. Did this to me, killed Jack. Possibly the Aegis still made it out alive?”
I shake my head slowly. “Aegis?”
“The one fused with Jack.” Spite’s voice whispers in my mind. “They’re an Aegis class, a warrior. My bodyguard.” His voice is weak and raspy.
Siti frowns at me. “What is he saying to you?”
I scowl back at her. “What is Beast saying to you?”
The elevator door opens, and we walk into the labs of Hephaestus Academy. Harlan is working there with Timid. Part of me hopes Jack is there for backup. As things are now, I don’t want Spite to think he has to protect me. I need to protect him.
When we step into the white, sterile hallway, I hear Beast cackle to herself. She rises up around Siti’s head, and her tail coils tight around her waist. Their whispering resumes, and a smile blooms on Siti’s face.
“I thought Rabid and Solomon sucked,” Spite wheezes.
I pet him. “They can suck, too.”
I step into Harlan’s office. He sits at his computer desk, with Timid curled up in his lap. “I’ll be with you in just a second,” he says.
“Can’t wait that long,” I grumble.
Siti comes up to his desk, and Beast’s hand slams down on it. Harlan looks up in alarm, and Timid takes a defensive stance. They place themselves on top of the desk, hunched and snarling at Siti and Beast.
“What’s going on?” Harlan whispers. He adjusts his glasses and stands up. Once his eyes fall on Siti, he loses his breath. “Siti! Oh, my god, I thought…” He shakes his head. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re looking for your old friend,” she says, with her voice and Beast’s combine. “But this…” they laugh as they look at Timid, “is a fascinating surprise. You created an artificial Heltith.”
I move around the desk, standing beside Harlan. “This is the same one who attacked Oona and I on our mission.”
“I figured as much,” Harlan growls. “Timid, come here.”
Timid doesn’t budge. They remain frozen on the desk, locked in a glaring contest with Beast and Siti.
Beast rises over Siti, sliding into place so they merge. She reaches out towards Timid, who screams at her. With a loud laugh, Beast drops her hand. “This is incredible! The silly thing smells like Rabid, and yet it couldn’t be more unlike him.” She grins wickedly. “Can you make more of these?”
Harlan doesn’t answer. “Siti,” he says sternly, “why are you here?”
“Beast!” she snaps. “And don’t you forget it.” Her lips curl, and a long yellow tongue lashes out between them.
“Timid, seriously. Come back.” Harlan’s tone is low and serious.
Timid slowly slips off the desk, and Harlan moves them to stand beside me. Timid takes hold of my hand.
“I take it you want to know where to find Rabid.” Harlan steps closer to the desk. “I’m afraid none of us know his location, not since the last time he attacked. From what I understand, he’s looking for you too.”
“Good,” Beast laughs. “I want him to find me. Let him! When he does we are going to pay him back for everything.”
Harlan takes in a steadying breath. “I see. So you’re going to use us to lure him out?”
“You understand, don’t you?” Beast’s tongue darts over her eye. “You’re the same as me. You’ve been treated even worse by him.”
Harlan looks at me. “Yes, but I certainly wouldn’t hurt anyone to reach my goals.”
Beast smacks her lips. “Find Rabid, and I won’t kill anyone.”
Harlan scowls. “I wouldn’t put it past you to lie.”
“Then make your choice, because what I do next depends on your decision.” She sits in the chair before his desk. “I won’t wait long.”
Spite sniffs. “I smell something.”
Beast seems to smell something as well. She lifts her head and goes stiff in the chair. It’s too late - she’s grabbed from behind and tossed into the wall. Winston appears, shifting from invisibility into sight for a brief second before disappearing again. He grabs Beast, forcing her to the ground before slamming her against the ceiling.
Harlan rushes to his desk, pressing a button on his computer which triggers an alarm. “Run!” Sirens blare loudly, and doors throughout the lab begin to automatically shut. We run, but Beast gives chase, only halting when Winston catches up with her.
“Stop!” Beast roars.
“Here!” I pass Spite off to Harlan. “Take care of him.” Timid takes my hand. “Make sure you get him out of here and safe! I’ll help Winston.”
“Max, let me do this,” Harlan tries to argue.
I shake my head as Timid starts to wrap around me. “I’ve been trained to do this. I’m stronger. Please, keep him safe!”
Timid engulfs me and I am surprised at how different he feels than Spite. Where Spite feels like comfort and home, like the perfect outfit, Timid feels like wearing rain boots with no socks. Strange, liveable, but not for me.
Beast throws Winston across the hallway, slamming him into the wall before she comes charging at us. Timid lashes out, extending a blade from our forearm. Beast blocks it, and her tail whips towards our face. I block it in turn, grabbing the tip and holding it away from us. As we struggle with her, Winston drops on her from the ceiling.
As the building seals and the alarms blare, the lights shut off. It starts to get horribly cold.
“You ok?” Timid squeaks at me.
“You’re the one who hates the cold. I’ll be fine,” I pant.
Beast screams, charging at us again. We manage to keep her at bay, but our body starts to weaken. Timid begins to slide away from me. My face is exposed, and soon,Timid has receded into nothing more than the blade on my arm. My breath puffs out in white clouds. Beast is merely an arm and tail on Siti. Winston hits the back of her head, and she crumples to the floor.
I fall back and Timid curls up under my shirt, shivering.
“All we can do now is wait.” Winston breathes. “They’ll come and put her where she belongs.”
“I’m glad you were here,” I wheeze. I feel exhausted and bruised all over. Timid quivers under my shirt as they try to stay warm.
“I was about to say the same thing about you.” Winston grins at me. “What you did was very brave. Both of you.”
Soon, the guards come in and take both Beast and Siti away. She’ll be locked up, no doubt, but I don’t think they will be able to hold her for long. They couldn’t before. Winston takes me to get checked up, and Timid is placed in an incubator to recover.
As I sit in my hospital room, the door opens and Oona enters. She wraps me up in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispers. “But I am so very proud of you.”
“It’s the second time I’ve gone up against Beast,” I chuckle. “I just had to do what you taught me.”
Oona grins as she sits down. “They have her locked up - both of them. But I know Beast. I remember what it was like being attached to her, having her inside my…” Her hand hovers around her head before she drops it. “I know she won’t stay long. Not willingly.”
I settle down in the hospital bed. “I know.”
The door opens again, and Harlan comes in. “Someone wants to see you.”
I sit up, heart hammering, and reach out my arms to embrace Spite. He leaps from Harlan’s grasp, clinging to me and wrapping himself around me. “You stupid, skinny, moron!” He pushes his forehead against mine. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I just wanted to protect you!” I laugh, but I am near tears. I haven’t been apart from Spite for so long, and I was terrified I was close to losing him.
Spite kisses me, grabbing hold of me as we become one. Our arms wrap around our body as tears stream down from our eyes. “I love you,” we say in unison.
“Aww,” Oona coos.
“Fuck! Where the hell did you come from?” Spite hisses, jabbing a finger at her as she smiles.
“Be nice,” I scold. “She was here before you.”
“Looks like you’re both in good spirits, at least,” Harlan chuckles. “Winston told me you were quite the hero down there, Max.”
Spite gives an extra squeeze. “Of course he is. Who do you think makes me a good person? Myself?” He sticks out his tongue and blows a raspberry. “You can’t fucking trust me. I’m a politician.”
“Oh, I know,” Harlan smirks. “Well, now that you two are reunited I don’t doubt you want to catch up.”
Oona stands up. “Yes, we should leave you lovebirds alone.” She winks at us and waves. “Don’t have too much fun, though. This is a hospital, after all.”
“Hey!” I whine as they leave.
The door closes, and we fall back in bed. Our arms continue to squeeze around our body, and I finally feel at home again.
“I missed you,” Spite whispers.
“Me too.” Our hands rub down our sides. “I was so scared, Spite. I thought I would never see you again.”
“How do you think I felt?” he mourns. “Sending me away with Harlan! I just about pissed myself!” He squeezes around me. “I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, but I keep failing at it.”
“Stop,” I warn him. “Just stop. What I did today was not your fault. You did protect me. You gave me strength. If it wasn’t for you I would never have gone up against Beast like that. We’re one, Spite. We work together.”
“I love you,” he breathes again. “Never let me go again! Got that?”
I chuckle softly. “I won’t. I promise.”
We end up falling asleep, exhausted and comforted by one another. When I wake up, I’m able to go back home. Once there, I’m greeted by Eli, who has a small surprise for us. He’s made coffee for Spite, and has a big home-cooked meal waiting for us. “For the big heroes!” he cheers.
“Really, we’re not,” I say shyly.
Spite blows bubbles in his coffee, happily lounging in the black brew.
“I got so scared when I came home. I thought you were dead.” Eli sits down beside me and wraps his arms around me.
“Was it bad?” I look at him. “The place wasn’t too trashed.”
Eli frowns, still hugging me. “The contents of the living room pretty much had to be thrown out. But the campus security took care of them, and the insurance will replace the furniture.” He kisses my cheek. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Even you, peppermint nightmare.”
Spite sticks his tongue out at him from under the coffee.
I rub my cheek where Eli kissed me. “I was worried too. I wasn’t sure if you were home or not, or if she’d be waiting here. I’m just glad everyone is okay.”
Eli stays snuggled up beside me. “You can relax now. Both of you.”
That evening, I’m completely stuffed. I’ve eaten too much, and Spite seems intoxicated by all the coffee. As I lay in bed, I play on my phone. Spite slips over my hand. He takes control, taking me to his favorite porn site.
“Oh, come on,” I groan.
“Nah, nah, hear me out,” he snickers. He goes to a video and plays it. “It’s our favorite,” he singsongs at me.
I whine and roll onto my side. “I’m too full!”
“Not full enough,” Spite snickers and licks my lips.
I melt a little bit. “Ugh. You’re gross.”
Spite places my phone on the side table. He rolls me onto my stomach as his tendrils rub up my back and along my thighs. He lifts my hips up and spreads my thighs open. Slowly, he strokes along my belly.
I watch the porn, breathing in deeply as Spite coils around the base of my cock. He squeezes there, waiting for me to grow hard. I close my eyes, burying my face in the pillow as his tongue circles around my anus.
“Eli’s home,” I whimper into the pillow. “We need to be quiet.”
“He likes it,” Spite titters. His tongue slips inside me, pushing in deep and wriggling around. Meanwhile, he starts to stroke my cock.
I bite the pillow, grunting as he moves inside me and over me.
Spite grows around me, becoming one with me. Our hand moves over our cock while he grows big inside me.
“You feel different,” I pant.
“Good. I’m giving you my best tonight,” Spite moans into my ear.
We look down, watching our hand working over our cock. Our hips thrust, bucking as Spite moves faster inside me.
“Here,” Spite growls. “Let’s try this.” He bends us forward, nearly double. Our tongue coils around our cock, and we bring it into our mouth. Spite chuckles in my ear, then moans out loud. We suck our cock, feeling it pulse as our tongue wraps around it.
“This is weird,” I think to myself.
“You’d rather have Eli do this, right?” Spite chides gleefully.
I imagine Eli between our legs, his green eyes peering up as our cock vanishes in his mouth. “No! He’s my friend! I…”
“You can’t lie to me,” Spite moans. “I wouldn’t mind him joining.”
Our tongue squeezes around the base. I can feel the heat inside me growing. Spite is quivering around me, and I too am nearing my limits.
“Max,” Spite rasps.
“I know,” I moan.
We flop onto the bed, our back arching off the sheets. I come, and Spite comes. I can barely breathe, but I feel so perfect in that moment.
Spite cuddles up to me, snuggled into the nook between my neck at the pillow. He wiggles happily, laughing to himself as my breathing slows. He turns off my phone and plugs in the charger.
“Can we do it again?” He kisses my cheek.
I smile, kissing him back. “In the morning, okay?”
Spite licks my cheek. “Five minutes, come on. I know you’ll be up for it.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You perverted thing,” I coo.
“You can call me your peppermint dildo if you like,” he snickers. “I don’t mind.” He snuggles in again, and a gentle purr comes from his throat.
“Spite?” I whisper. “If Beast chose Siti for revenge…” I hesitate to ask the question. In fact, I sort of hate that I brought it up.
Spite sniffs. “Then why did I choose you?”
I nod silently.
“I chose you because we were both horny,” Spite laughs. “But I stayed because, well… I stayed, Max, because I wanted to. When I was with you I felt important, I felt special. I never felt that way back home. But with you?” He goes quiet for a moment and hugs me. “I feel most myself when I’m with you.”
I sniffle and bury my face against him. “I do too.”
“Don’t cry on me, now. Peppermint melts.” He licks up my tears, then kisses me on the lips. “There is no one else, Max. Remember that.”
I smile at him, a few more tears flowing down my cheeks. “Okay. One more time, and then I really need to sleep.”
“I knew it,” Spite chuckles as he writhes over my body. “I know you better than anything.” He kisses me again.
“I know.” I grunt as he moves into place.
Spite licks my neck. “I love you,” he breathes.
I close my eyes and let out a moan. “I know that, too.”
Part Six:
For the last couple of weeks, Eli has been away on a mission for the school. The apartment is pretty bare and lonely, even with Spite around, and I’ve missed having Eli to talk to. I didn’t realize how much I would miss him - I mean, I knew I would, but this feels different from what I expected.
Eli and I have become close, even if we had a rocky start when I moved in. Back then I was still getting used to Spite, and Eli was quite new to the world. He had been rescued from the lab of Project Chimera, owned by Dr. Hargreaves and his associates. Eli was their most successful subject, intended to become a specialized weapon against Hephaestus and the entire academy, but in fact he was quite docile but highly intelligent. Eli played the vicious hunter just to survive in the lab.
Eli also has a heightened libido, something he struggles with regularly. Thanks to Spite I have a rather strong one myself, so Eli and I were able to bond a little over that. We got closer as time went on, and now I would consider him my best friend.
“Is someone feeling sentimental this morning?” Spite whispers.
I sigh and roll over in bed as Spite spreads out across my back and shoulders. I’ve been taking some training courses at the school. The weightlifting I did yesterday has made me sore all over, so Spite has been massaging me.
“Maybe a little,” I sigh.
Spite chuckles, expanding to take hold of my hand and pressing our palm against my chest. “You’ve been awfully pitiful since the pretty boy left.” His tongue flicks the back of my ear. “It’s almost cute.”
I turn, looking at Spite as his head hovers over me. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“I know all your secrets, Maxy.” Spite lowers, licking his long tongue across my lips while he continues to spread himself like melting butter over my whole body. “But you can still share.”
“Eli is my first, like, real friend outside of Jack,” I confess. Spite is taking his time as he merges with my skin. “I mean, I’ve had friends but this is… different. You know?”
“You know I don’t have any friends,” Spite cackles.
I smile and relax, feeling Spite come up to my neck. “He’s my best friend, and it feels empty without him here.” We take in a breath as Spite fits over me. Our hands stroke down our body, and Spite gives me an extra squeeze around the chest.
Spite moans as our fingers coil around the base of our cock. “I’ll admit, I have a fondness for the pretty boy too. And I don’t like seeing you so mopey.”
I grunt as Spite’s tendrils swirl around our cock. We pump it slowly, taking our luxurious time for once. “I’ve been trying to learn to cook, but his cooking is still the best.”
“I like his coffee,” Spite giggles. “He knows just how to make it for me.”
The door slams, and we sit up in a hurry. “Eli?” I call out. There’s no answer. I quickly throw on a pair of shorts as Spite turns into a hoodie. I go out into the living area, where I see Eli slouched on the sofa. His bag is tossed to the side and his shoes have been kicked off.
“Hey! I didn’t know you’d be home today!” I say excitedly. “How was the mission? Are you…”
I stop in my tracks when I see Eli is bent over and crying. He’s sobbing into his hands, balled up in such a way that he seems so small. I slowly sit down beside him and place my hand on his back. “Are you okay?” I ask gently.
Eli blubbers for a minute. He shakes his head, then quickly turns and wraps his arms around me, burying his face in my shoulder. I hold him, rubbing my arms up and down his back. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “Take your time.”
“What’s the matter, pretty boy?” Spite licks Eli’s tear-soaked cheek. “Did you lose your eyelash curler?”
Eli swats Spite’s cheek against my shoulder. “Idiot,” he huffs. Sitting erect, he wipes his face and rubs his eyes. “Tough mission, is all,” he sniffles.
I furrow my brow. “What happened?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be anything.” Eli leans back against the sofa. “Just recon to make sure some intel was correct. We got ambushed when we got there, and we were captured.” He takes a shuddering breath and his expression shifts, darker than any I’ve seen on him before. “Dr. Hargreaves was there,” he says faintly.
“Oh,” I say. I take Eli’s hand in mine. I don’t know what I can say at this moment to comfort him. I just hold his hand, gently squeezing while I watch my friend wrestling with the thought of the man who has hurt and controlled him for so long.
Eli looks up at me pitifully. I wrap him in my arms again, embracing him tightly while he melts. Spite coils himself around Eli, pressing against his back and resting his head in his hair.
“I’m so happy to see you,” Eli whimpers. He clings to the back of my shirt. “I didn’t think I’d feel safe again, but when I saw you… ” He chuckles softly. “When we were held captive, I kept thinking about being at home, what I‘d make you for dinner when I got back. What shit Spite had gotten into while I was away.” He sniffles and buries his face in my shoulder. “Some days that was all that kept me from losing my mind.”
“I’m so sorry.” I hug him tightly. “You should rest, I can make dinner tonight if you feel like eating. Or I can order takeout if you don’t want to take the risk.”
Eli laughs, sitting up and beaming at me. “Have you been practicing still?”
I nod shyly. “Some nights I was so bored, I would watch YouTube tutorials and try to cook from them.”
Eli rests his forehead on my shoulder again. “Thanks for this. Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop being a baby.” His hands rub up my back, and then he clutches my arms. “Max,” he murmurs.
“What?” I look down at him.
His eyes meet mine incredulously. “You’ve really been working out, haven’t you?”
“Wanna see?” Spite teases, peeling away from me so my chest and arms are exposed to Eli.
Eli smirks, his tongue caught between his teeth. “You were such a scrawny little stick when you first came here!” He runs his hands down my arms. “Now look at you!”
“You should see his ass!” Spite says in elation.
“Really?” Eli grins.
“No!” I scoff. “Spite, stop trying to tease me!”
Spite puts a tendril over my mouth. “It was always cute, but with all the training and the workouts he does, it’s a pretty juicy peach.”
Eli looks at me with a massive grin. “I’ve noticed his jeans fit much better.”
I pull Spite’s tendril away from my mouth. “Okay, you two! That’s enough.”
“I got him laughing, be grateful,” Spite hisses. He makes himself into a hoodie again, but this time it’s cropped.
Eli smiles apologetically at me. “It did help. Thanks, asshole.”
Spite salutes. “Any time, pretty boy.”
I scoff again and lay my hand over my now-exposed stomach. “Well, at least you’re smiling. Can’t get mad at the results.”
Eli sighs, relaxing a bit. “I’m glad to be home.”
“So what happened?” I ask. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Eli rests his head on my shoulder. “We got out, of course,” he sighs. “But I don’t want to talk about it now. I just want to be at home for a bit.” He curls into my side and his tail wraps around my waist. “I need my friend.”
I put my arm around his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s fine, Eli. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Eli smiles softly. “You’re warm. It feels nice.”
“You’re quite cuddly yourself,” I chuckle.
“Oh my god, just kiss and get it over with,” Spite scoffs.
We both turn and give Spite a harsh glare as he hovers over my shoulder. He returns a haughty look. “What?”.
Eli rolls his eyes, then rests his head on my chest again. “I should probably call Urata,” he murmurs. “It’s been a while, so…” He scowls.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“It’s silly.” He lays his palm on my bare stomach. “I just… I don’t know. I know what my body needs, but I don’t want to leave home tonight. I don’t want to leave you again.”
“I see.” My face feels hot, and the heat is starting to pool in my chest. “Well, then what should we…”
Eli sits up and away from me, although his tail stays curled around my waist. “I’m sorry. I worded that weird. I should just call Urata.”
As he tries to get up, Spite wraps himself around Eli’s wrist and keeps him on the sofa. “Stay, pretty boy,” he giggles. “Max isn’t against it, he’s just shy.”
Eli looks into my eyes, and a wave of embarrassment and joy washes over me. We both look aside at the same time, then back at one another with the same goofy smiles. “You’re my best friend,” Eli whispers. “I don’t want to ruin that.”
“You’re mine too.” I take his hand in mine again. “I want to take care of you too, and make you smile.”
Eli moves in close. “Maybe we could just fool around a little? And if anything feels weird, we can just stop.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, we can just go slow. You know?” I laugh nervously. I place one hand on Eli’s waist, and the other on his cheek as he grows even closer.
“I’m going to kiss you,” Eli says suddenly. “Is that okay?”
I nod and close my eyes. Eli’s lips press against mine, and lightning shoots down my spine. His clawed hands paw up my chest and his lips part, letting my tongue inside his mouth.
Spite giggles into my ear as he tightens around my arms. “Where the fuck is our phone?” he hisses.
Eli breaks away first, his lips glossy from the kiss and his eyes dilated like a cat’s. I nod silently as I sit up. “That was my first kiss,” I confess.
Eli furrows his brow. “What?”
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my head sheepishly. “I mean… it’s hard to explain. Everything with Spite - it’s us as one. It’s not like I’m with someone else. It’s not like a separate entity is there. It’s… I’m still kind of a virgin,” I grumble.
Eli kisses me again, this time tenderly. I touch his cheek as he places himself in my lap. He straddles my thighs as the kiss grows. He kisses my cheek, then my ear. He combs his sharp fingers through my hair and down the back of my neck.
“I need that phone!” Spite demands.
I catch my breath as our lips part. Eli smiles warmly at me and cups my cheeks between his palms. “Is it okay if I try something?”
I gulp and nod. “I trust you.” My voice quivers with nerves.
Eli lays me back on the sofa. “Okay, but I have a favor I want in return.”
“Sure. What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Make me dinner.”
Eli, with some help from Spite, takes off my shorts. He tosses them aside, then kneels between my thighs. Spite curls around my legs and lower back, squeezing and lifting my legs into the air for me. Eli kisses my chest, his black tongue flicking over my nipples before he descends. His soft lips graze my belly while his fingers stroke down my inner thigh. I whimper in pleasure, squeezing my eyes shut.
“My, my,” Eli purrs. “You’re certainly a grower.” His fingers curl around my shaft. “Your cock is very nice, Max.”
I whimper, cracking open an eye to look down at him. His black tongue swirls around the tip of my cock before he laps down the side.
Spite titters excitedly. “Be careful, he has a rather powerful shot.”
Eli smirks, sucking the tip. He moans as he moves down further. My cock vanishes between his lips, and I lose my breath. His mouth is soft, slick and warm and the vibrations of his moans trail up my spine.
I run my fingers through his hair as I cup the back of his head. He looks up at me, eyes filled with pleasure and warmth. I move my hips, thrusting down his throat. He nods, pressing his palms against my thighs as I keep moving. Spite wheezes with excitement, tightening more around my ass.
The sudden spike of heat causes my back to arch off the sofa. Eli moans happily, taking every drop I spill down his throat and onto his tongue. I flop back, gasping for breath as I watch Eli continue to bob his head between my thighs. Then he lifts his head, tongue curled around the tip, looking smug and satisfied. He licks his lips and lays himself on my chest, snuggling up against my naked body. “How was it?” he giggles.
I nod, completely breathless and wordless.
Eli kisses me. “I don’t get to do that with Urata, you know,” he giggles. “It felt so good when you started moving.” He rolls his cock against my thigh. “So warm and hard.”
“You’re really good,” I pant. I reach down, taking his cock into my palm. “Eli… Let me touch you, too.”
“I’ll come!” Eli whines. “Max…”
“Kiss me,” I moan. He lifts his head, and I part my lips for him. His tongue presses against mine, and he moans back. He continues to grind against my thigh, pressing into my palm. His rakes at my chest, whining until he orgasms, and his come smears my palm and spurts along my leg and groin. He lies limp on top of me and starts to giggle.
“He tickles.” Eli rolls onto his side so we can see Spite lapping up his semen. Eli smiles up shyly at me. “Is it still okay?”
I nod. “I’ve not felt this good in a long time. I mean, I love everything Spite and I share, but this was… It’s hard to compare. They’re not the same.”
Eli kisses my cheek. “I’m glad he shared you with me. Maybe we can do it again after dinner. You know? Fool around a little?”
Spite snakes his way up my body. “I’ll have the phone ready so I can relive it whenever I want.” He kisses Eli’s cheek. “Anyone who makes Max even sexier is good in my book.”
Eli rests his head on my chest. “Will you join us?”
Spite giggles. “Maybe, but only once Max pops his cherry.”
I mash Spite against the back of the couch. “Anyway, what did you want for dinner?”
“What have you been practicing?” Eli asks.
I sit up, and Spite becomes a hoodie again. “How about I make it a surprise?”
Eli rises and helps me to stand up, although my legs are still like jelly. “That’s fine with me.” He kisses me again, soft and loving. “Let’s take a shower before you start to cook.”
He leads me to the bathroom, and both of us step into the shower. “Spite was right.” Eli gropes my ass playfully. “Look at this peach.” He uses both hands to play with me.
“Hey!” I pout. “I’m a human being.”
Eli kisses my shoulder. “A very cute one.” His hands continue to squeeze my ass. “Sorry! It feels nice.”
I turn around and push him against the wall. His eyes light up, and his smile becomes excited. “I like that!”
I smirk and kiss him, pressing close to his bare chest. How long have I wanted to do this? How long have I needed it? As much as I love Spite and being with him, this feeling of being touched and held by someone who is seperate from me is so fulfilling, especially since it’s Eli.
“Silly virgin,” Eli teases.
I bite his ear, and he moans. “If we keep this up I’m not going to be able to stand up to make dinner.”
“He has a lot of porn videos that take place in the kitchen. It’s a trap, I say!” Spite cackles.
Eli sticks his tongue out at him.
“Stepbrothers fooling around while their parents’ backs are turned, that sort of thing,” Spite continues.
I kiss Eli again. “Should we fool around in the kitchen, too?”
Eli presses his finger between our lips. “Once you make me dinner. You promised.”
“I know,” I chuckle. “This just feels so good. I can’t stop myself.”
“Me too,” Eli says. He brushes his fingers over my cheek and sighs. “I feel safe with you. I don’t have to put on any sort of show.”
“What about Urata?” I ask out of concern.
“Him too, but he’s not my best friend.” Eli smiles at me. “It’s different. You know? Like with you and Spite.”
“I get it.” I kiss his cheek. “Let’s shower and I’ll start dinner once I dry off.”
“Skip food,” Spite teases. “Didn’t Max already give you a meal?” He tongue darts over Eli’s cheek.
“I mean…” Eli starts to laugh.
“I have plans, Spite,” I scold.
“Just trying to have fun, is all.” Spite stretches down my back. “I’m excited, the same as you.”
After we shower, we get dressed and I go to the kitchen to start dinner. To maintain the surprise, Eli goes to his room to unpack and do a few chores.
“Is this weird?” I ask Spite as I chop up some veggies. “I mean, are you really okay with me and Eli like this?”
Spite nuzzles my cheek. “I like whatever you like,” he replies. “Feeling you come in his mouth was electric. The way your hips moved was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue down my throat.
“Are you sure?” I moan.
“Yes,” he huffs. “I think this will be good for you. For us even.”
“I just want to make sure,” I whisper to him. “I love you and I wouldn’t want to do anything that could hurt us.”
“That’s sweet.” Spite squeezes around me. “We are perfect unity, perfectly in sync. We have both wanted this, and it’s about time we had it.”
“I need you,” I agree. “But I think I also need Eli.”
“We do,” Spite whispers. “He’s our family.”
After I’ve made dinner I call Eli to the dining room. He struts out in a tight t-shirt and sweatpants. I don’t know if it’s me or the hormones flying between us, but the casual attire is surprisingly sexy on him.
“Ramen?” Eli says with a smirk. “This is a surprise. I was expecting grilled cheese.” He sits down at the table and admires the bowl. I’ve plated it very nicely, for me at least - a hard-boiled egg with a soft yolk in the middle with green onions, chunks of pork, peppers, and mushrooms arranged around it. I watch excitedly as Eli takes the first bite.
“I made the broth myself,” I say nervously. “And I really love eggs, so I make them ahead of time.”
“It’s good!” Eli exclaims. He eats the egg whole. “Really good!”
I smile brightly. “Really?”
Eli’s expression makes my heart throb. “How long have you been trying to perfect this?”
“A while,” I admit. “I’ve been wanting to learn to cook so you didn’t always have to.”
“I like cooking for you. That’s why I do it.” His foot brushes up my leg under the table. “But it’ll be fun to take turns.”
I haven’t yet taken a bite from nervousness. I start to eat, and eventually the table goes silent. Spite steals bites from both our bowls and happily wiggles across the table.
“I was thinking,” Eli murmurs. “After dinner, why don’t we go into my room and watch a movie or something?”
“That sounds nice.” My face grows warm again.
Eli swallows a large bite and smiles at me. “I changed my sheets, so my bed is clean and cozy.”
“He wants to fuck,” Spite laughs in my ear. I sputter and nearly choke on my food.
Eli shrugs. “He’s not wrong. I’ll wash the dishes, since you cooked. You can go get comfortable.”
Eli clears the table and takes the empty bowls to the sink. Spite and I go into his bedroom, which looks perfectly clean and immaculate. His bed is made and the pillows are fluffed. His comforter is soft gray with mint-green stripes. I sit down on the edge of the bed to wait for him.
“That’s how you’re going to entice him?” Spite asks. “Sitting like a lump?” He moves me, making me lie back on the bed, pushes down my pants a little and then opens up along my chest.
“This is ridiculous,” I huff in embarrassment.
Spite kisses my cheek. “You look hot. Shush.”
Eli comes into his room and leans in the doorway. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture. I sit up in a hurry. “Hey!”
Eli winks and smirks down at his phone. “That’s going in the spank bank.” He comes close and kisses me, laying me back down on his bed. “Thank you for dinner. I loved it.”
I return his kisses, rolling him over so I’m on top.
“What movie are we watching?” Spite teases.
Eli and I both laugh, and I move to allow Eli up. He turns on the TV, then selects an app. “I’m trying to catch up on The Ruby Empire, and I know you’re up to date.”
“Amit is hot!” Spite snickers.
Eli curls up in the nook of my arms, resting his head on my chest. “He is.” He strokes up and down my chest. “So who’s the fan, then? You or Max?”
“Both of us,” I agree. “But I got Spite to read the books when I wanted to sleep. When the show started we were both excited about it.”
Eli sighs, and his entire body relaxes. “This is nice,” he murmurs.
I kiss the top of his head. “It is.”
We watch a couple of episodes, but before I know it I’m starting to nod off. Eli’s warm body pressed against mine eases me to sleep so readily. Eli is asleep before I am. I know he’s exhausted from the mission and probably needed to sleep, so I’m happy to be there with him.
I wake up to Eli shifting. He turns off the TV, then lays a blanket over us. I hear Spite purring as Eli returns to bed. I lay on my side, pulling Eli’s back to my chest. His tail curls around my leg, and he sighs happily. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmurs.
“It’s okay, I did too. Go back to sleep.”
Eli presses closer to me. “This feels wonderful, doesn’t it?”
I nod and nuzzle the nape of his neck. “You smell really good.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Eli asks.
“Of course.”
Eli takes in a deep breath and clutches my hands to his chest. “Sometimes I have nightmares, and when I can’t sleep, I always want to come into your room. But I couldn’t…”
“You could have.”
He shakes his head. “No, I know. But I couldn’t make myself, because I didn’t know what that meant. I knew I needed you, and that scared me. I’ve never had that with someone before. Not even Urata.” He brings up my hand and kisses my palm. “You’re my best friend, but it’s more than that, Max. I have nothing in the world. No family, no connections. You’re like my family, and I don’t want to scare you away.”
I hold him tighter and even Spite wraps around him. “I feel the same way, Eli.”
“So mushy,” Spite chuckles.
“Even you, you asshole.” Eli laughs. “Come here.” He pulls Spite around and places a kiss on him.
Spite’s tongue laps over his lips, and he sighs. “Yeah, I like you too, pretty boy.”
Eli rolls over. His eyes glow in the dark, as well as parts of his skin, like there’s lava flowing through him. I gently touch his face and smooth my thumb over his lips, then place my hand over his heart.
“Let’s be partners,” Eli suggests. “Like… at the academy. You know? A duo?”
“Be heroes together?” I ask.
Eli nods. “If you want. I know you want to focus on your art, but until the threat of Rabid is gone, I can protect you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’ll protect you too.”
Eli kisses me, pulling me on top of him. Spite spreads over my body, dripping down to melt over Eli’s skin.
“Is now okay?” Eli pants.
I nod, kissing him again as Spite removes my pants. “I want you.”
Eli presses close. Spite has taken his pants off as well, and his tendrils wrap around our cocks as they grow hard. His shaft has ridges and bumps all over it, and the tip is forked. It feels strange but nice as it grinds up against mine. Spite keeps us bound together, his tendrils coiling as we move.
“Max,” Eli whimpers. “What’s he doing?”
I look down, seeing Spite wrapping around Eli like a corset. “Making you look hot.”
Eli licks his lips. “He feels weird.” His eyes open wide. “Oh, my…”
“What?” I ask. I look down, seeing Spite’s tongue swirling around Eli’s ass. Eli’s eyes flutter and he throws himself back against the bed.
“Is this what you have to deal with all the time?” Eli asks hoarsely.
“You get used to it.” I take my phone and snap a picture. “For my spank bank.”
Eli pouts and stretches out his arms. “Come back here.”
I lie back on top of him, kissing his neck and biting his ears. He cries out, thrusting his hips as Spite teases him.
“You ready?” Spite whispers. “Because he is.”
I look down at Eli and suddenly grow very nervous. “Is it okay?”
Eli nods. “It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” He sits up and makes me lie down, then straddles my hips and rubs his rear against me. Spite has coiled himself around both our thighs, looking like ripped tights on Eli.
“I’m a little nervous too,” Eli confesses. He presses his palms against my body. “So let’s take this nice and slow.” He guides me into place, slowly easing himself over me. He’s tight and warm. I’ve never felt this sensation before - Spite is cool and more wet. I grab hold of his hips, and Spite slips over my hands. Our fingers dig into Eli’s thighs as he takes me.
“You’re not a virgin anymore,” Eli teases as he trembles. He rolls his hips, grinding me in place. I watch him ride me with grace, his beautiful slender body moving as if dancing. I touch him as much as possible. Spite and I cover every inch of his body with kisses, pets, and affection.
He squeezes around me, making me lose my breath. Spite gropes my rear, moving himself inside me. I cry out, arching my hips and thrusting deep inside Eli. He cries out loudly, coming at the sensation. His semen splashes over my stomach and chest, and he starts shivering like a leaf. “Don’t stop,” he moans. “Please!”
I feel Spite crawling up my neck, then covering my face. “You heard him,” he growls. “It’s our turn.”
Spite and I move Eli down onto the bed. We grasp his hips and slip back inside him. We take hold of his tail, grabbing it as the base as we thrust slowly inside him.
“Max… Spite!” Eli gasps. “Harder!”
“Easy, now,” we whisper. “Let us have our fun.”
Eli cries into the pillow. “You feel so good!”
“We’re both a virgin when it comes to this,” Spite teases. “You feel so good, Eli.”
We stroke our hands down his back and up his sides. We gently slap his rear, and Eli laughs excitedly. When we pull his tail, Eli wails in excitement. We thrust harder into him, pushing deeper, rattling the bed. Eli begs for more, harder, faster, and thanks to Spite, we’re able to give him just that. Our moans soon become one. We cry out, all of us, elated and entransed. The release is indescribable, and it consumes not just all of me, but all of Spite as well. He loosens around me as if his strength is receding. I am knocked breathless, and then I see Eli sprawled out beneath me, beautiful, glowing, and radiant.
I fall beside him, breathing hard while Spite becomes a puddle on my back. Eli’s soft laugh fills my senses, and I am soon pulled under into an inky dark sleep.
I hear laughter again as I start to wake. The room is bright and slightly blinding, so when I see Eli sitting above me I don’t fully take in what’s happening. I look up and see Spite above me. No, not Spite. Someone else.
“How do we look?” Eli asks, posing with Spite covering him. The two have become one. Spite and Eli together look sleek and polished, like a cat with much more severe angles. His mouth is sharper, more dangerous, but there is a sweetness to his eyes that draws me in.
“I like the tail,” Spite giggles.
I nod. “It’s… it’s hot.”
They kiss me, pushing me down onto the bed. “Spite thought you might like it.” Eli says as Spite moves away from his face. Spite forms a cropped hoodie on Eli as he comes to cuddle beside me.
“I do,” I chuckle. I touch my chest. “It feels… strange, without him.” It’s been so long since I’ve not had Spite with me. The last time was when Beast attacked, and I had to work with Timid. Back then I was fighting to save Spite, and I never wanted to be without him. Now, I know Spite is somewhere safe, with someone comfortable. It still makes me uneasy.
“Eli has agreed to babysit me,” Spite chuckles. “on days where you might need a break.” He wraps around my head like a cap.
I rub Eli and Spite’s back. “You sure? Your libido is worse than mine, and you see what he does with that.”
“I can cope. We’ll see about him,” Eli teases. “We just got to talking, and we agreed it might be a good thing for you to sometimes have a moment alone.”
“You two were talking?” I ask in surprise.
“It was nice,” Eli replies. “Spite was telling me about how lonely you were without me.”
“You’re my best friend. Of course I was lonely.” I rub his arm and sigh. “I’ve never really had that before. I was always kind of the lonely weird kid.”
Eli goes quiet and nods his head. “After I was rescued from the lab, I thought the only way I could keep people around me was if I kept doing things for them. But when you came along, you stayed, even after you found out what I was. I kept doing things for you, but you always returned them in one way or another. You and Urata are different from the others.”
Spite rises off of us. “Listen, you two keep talking gooey and stuff. I’m going to play my games.” He slithers to the end of the bed and picks up the Switch from the floor, then starts playing it as Eli and I nestle back down on the bed.
“I think he’s letting us be alone, in his own way,” Eli chuckles.
“I gave you my money, you stupid raccoon. What more do you want from me?” Spite hisses at the game and shakes it before returning to playing.
I smile at Eli and kiss his forehead. “So, after last night, are we still friends? Or do we need to talk?”
“We’re more than friends, remember? We’re partners.” Eli runs his hand up and down my chest.
“That’s right.” I sigh and yawn, stretching out my legs. “Partners.”
Eli nods. “You’re still my best friend. You always will be.” He nuzzles my chest. “At the lab… When we were captured and I had to see Dr. Hargreaves again…”
I hold him close, cupping the back of his head. “It’s okay.”
“I almost killed him, Max,” he whimpers. “I almost… but Spinel, Winston, he stopped me. He told me it would be a mistake.” Eli starts to cry. “I’m so scared of myself, Max. Of that anger… What I could do… What if I really am the killer he tried to make me?”
“If that were true,” I start off slowly, “I don’t think we’d be here right now. I think if that monster truly existed, you wouldn’t be you.”
Eli lifts his head to look at me. Tears run down his cheeks, and his lip quivers. “But what if…”
I place my finger over his lips. “That anger came out because of him, not because of anything hidden inside you. He hurt you for so long, I would be surprised if you didn’t react that way.” I smooth my fingers under his eyes to dry away the tears. “You’re sweet and kind. That’s you.”
Eli settles back down on me, holding me close. “Thank you, Max.”
“I’m so sorry for what happened, but Winston is right,” I whisper.
“I know.” Eli kisses my chest and neck. His soft lips move deftly across my skin, making my heart flutter and nerves awaken. “What would you like for breakfast?”
I shake my head. “I’m not hungry. I just wanna lay here.”
“Sounds good.” Eli curls up beside me. His tail wraps around my leg and he gently rubs his hand up and down. We spent the day being lazy, cuddling and enjoying one another’s company. We fool around a bit - okay, we fool around a lot - but we decide to keep it slow.
At the end of the weekend, when I’m heading out to train, Spite has a surprise in store for me. “We have a tail now?” I ask him. I pose in the mirror, seeing the long, elegant tail that grows from the end of our spine.
“I liked it so much with Eli I decided to keep it,” he replies. “Sexy, right?”
I pose. “Yeah, it actually looks pretty cool.”
“I figured it would help us, too. We can use it as a weapon and when we’re on the move.” Spite gives me a squeeze. “Something extra for the next time we come across Rabid or Beast.”
I let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t want to think about that.”
“We have Eli now,” Spite says. “He’ll stand beside us, and we’ll stand beside him.”
“I’m surprised,” I murmur. “You let him in so easily.”
Spite chuckles. “I let pretty boy in because you wanted him. You will always be mine, so I have to take care of you. If making a pretty boy ours will do that, then I have no complaints.”
“Thank you, Spite.” I touch our face gently. “I love you.”
“I know. I love you too Max.”
After training I head home to go to the shower, but Eli is already in there. I knock on the door. “Don’t use all the hot water, okay?”
“Why not join me?” Eli asks. “I don’t mind.”
“You sure?”
“Just two bros in a shower,” Eli laughs.
I strip down and join him, and he slips behind me so I can get under the showerhead. He gropes my ass, squeezing it greedily.
“Hey! What happened to bros just being in the shower?” I smirk over my shoulder at him.
“My bad, bro,” he winks.
I turn around as I wash up. “You went to see Urata today, right? How was he?”
“Handsome as ever. I helped him pack today.” Eli says.
“Pack?”
“He’s getting a new place, since his business keeps growing.” He smirks. “He offered us the studio if we wanted to move in.”
“What?” I gasp. “That huge place? We could never afford it!”
“He owns the place, and as long as we pay all the usual bills he said he’d let us move in. He’s not interested in being a landlord. He just wants to make sure the place doesn’t fall to pieces.”
I’m a bit shocked. I’ve never lived anywhere on my own before. I’ve always relied on family and now the academy. “That’s awfully kind of him. Is he sure?”
“Urata is wrapped around my finger,” Eli smirks. “But he does want to have a talk with you. Since you and I are partners now.”
I laugh and place my hands around his waist. “So, he knows about us, huh?”
“He wasn’t surprised. He knew it was bound to happen.” He loops his arms around my neck. “He said he’d like to see us work together sometime.” We kiss, and I press his back against the wall.
We move into the studio during summer break. The place is huge, and we don’t have any furniture of our own. Eli gets a job working at the academy as a teacher’s assistant. I get one with Urata, working at his art school. Spite sometimes poses for drawings, and he loves being the center of attention.
Over the summer we slowly fill the apartment, getting the furniture we like as well as replacing some old appliances. By the time the new semester at the academy is starting, we have it almost just right.
“Senior year, and already we’re an old married couple,” Eli teases.
“I’m nervous. This will be our first year working together towards the partnership.” I put on my uniform, which is worn only during special occasions at the academy. Since we’re the graduating class, there’s a special seminar being held by Hephaestus that afternoon. Afterwards we would be signing up for our classes and special programs, which include working alongside professional heroes rather than teachers and senior students at the academy.
Eli kisses me, and Spite licks my cheek. “Don’t worry, we’re right beside you.”
I squeeze Eli’s hand as Spite slips down my arm and wraps over my fingers. “Spite and Sunstone,” I say with a smile. “What a team.”
Tulìpey was born to a vagabond father who returned to his roots for the sake of his infant child as a reef tribe na'vi, after Tulìpey's mother died bearing them.
Growing up Tulìpey's hybrid appearance and hard time adapting to the way of water was a big target for prejudice and bullying, but Tulìpey didn't let that influence them from becoming a respectable warrior and hunter.
Tulìpey's way of fighting and hunting strives away from the classic reef na'vi way, making it hard for many clan members to work together with them. There is a learning curve when you want to work with Tulìpey but if that is overcome, then teamwork with Tulìpey seems essential because of the new possibilities.
Tulìpey understands that not everyone is open to learning for the sake of them to join on team tasks, so Tulìpey mostly works alone.
Tulìpey's strong suit lies in their legs and their amazing endurance while running. Funny enough that endurance disappears when Tulìpey is underwater. It seems that being underwater too long makes them over stimulated and doesn't make them think straight, causing them to mess up their breathing
Because of their androgynous appearance/voice, their gender is considered a mystery to many of the tribe members, it doesn't bother Tulìpey what the other na'vi refer to them as, as long as they dont bother them and let them do their work lol
Unknown to the tribe and Tulipey themselves , they are actually intersex, which result in them having both male and female characteristics as well as in their case they are sadly sterile because of that.
Tulìpey can seem very distant and cold, mostly focused on their tasks. They have a natural distrust for others because of their childhood, but if you somehow manage them to warm up to you, then they are actually a very mellow and kind na'vi that would love to dance with you.
Let's go back to Hearthway Hollow. The ranger's station there is an interesting place, and we've been there before briefly. But now, we get to see some of the inner workings, especially when there is some construction outside.
Trans Male Reader x Male Monster x Male Monster
The sound of rain filtered in through your sleep addled brain. You faded back into reality as rain hissed on the tin roof of your cabin. Sitting up in bed, you rubbed your eyes, squinting to see the steel gray that colored the world outside. You sighed, reaching for your glasses and then stretching. Joints popped, back snapped and you sighed in rumination on all those sounds coming from your body alone.
You then looked to the other side of the bed, seeing the obvious signs someone had slept there, but were no longer present. But the light to the bathroom was on, so that meant he was still here.
You got up from bed, tugging on a pair of old basketball shorts as you made your way into the kitchen. The rental cabin was small, barely three rooms if you included the bathroom. But for work, it was fine. You turned on the coffee pot to get started, yawning as you poured water into the back.
Strong, hairy arms slipped around you from the back, hugging your belly as the rest of the body came to rest upon your back. “You’re up early.”
You relaxed as his embrace melted you together. “I figured even with all the rain we’d still have some sort of work meeting.”
Ozzie’s warm hands rubbed up your stomach to your chest. You turned your head back, kissing him while you turned completely around.
“I’m glad for the rain, it’s keeping you around a lot longer,” Ozzie murmured.
“The crew gets paid one way or another,” you sighed. “This is a government job after all. We won’t leave until the facilities are built.”
Ozzie kissed you again, nuzzling your neck. “Never thought I’d meet a cute guy at work.”
You were trying to keep your head above the warm waters Ozzie was pulling you under. “That’s because you work with your family.”
Ozzie laughed, kissing your cheek again. “Only most of them are family.” He let you escape, stepping aside to look into the tiny fridge. “Maybe I should order something for breakfast.”
“I’m sure there’s donuts or something at work I can get,” you said.
Ozzie smirked, his dark five-o’clock shadow was particularly sexy that morning. He brushed back his hair from his face. “Now, I don’t know about you city types, but I like to buy breakfast for my partner when I cum in them.”
Your face turned bright red and you cleared your throat, adjusting your glasses as you thought they would steam up. “Ozzie, c’mon now.”
He chuckled and pulled out the two mugs from the sink. “Last night was good. Better than it has been.”
A rush swept through your chest as you recalled the night before. “You're my first since-” You touched the scars on your chest, running under each pec. “Well, I told you that whole story. But, yeah, last night was…whew.” You breathed out heavily and both of you laughed.
Ozzie kissed your shoulder before pouring coffee into the cups. “I wonder what your other admirer would have thought.”
“The fishing warden?” You asked. “No. Tryfon’s annoyed I fell into his precious river. He’s more likely to kill me than kiss me.”
Ozzie grinned into his coffee as he stirred in the copious amounts of sugar. “Knowing Try-Hard I don’t think he’s quite that annoyed.”
“Don’t call him that, he just really likes his job,” you scoffed.
“Most of us at the Ranger’s station enjoy our jobs. He’s something else.” Ozzie watched as you added creamer, his eyes grazing down your body. He reached out and you looked back at him warningly.
“I still have to sign into work. You keep this up, you’ll make me late,” you scolded.
“I can’t help it. After last night I just want to be all over you.” He kissed your shoulder again and forced himself back. “But I am a gentleman. I’ll behave myself. I’ll ignore my animal instincts.”
“Animal,” you scoffed.
Ozzie winked. “You were enjoying it last night.”
You frowned a bit, but the memory of seeing Ozzie standing outside, bathed in radiant moonlight, his fur as dark as the shadows themselves, you were deeply impressed.
“I’m trying to get into work mode.”
Ozzie chuckled as he sat down at the tiny table by the window. “Another rainy day. I’m getting so sick of the office work.”
You sat down across from him. “You said you were behind on paperwork.”
Ozzie grimaced. “Yeah, but it’s paperwork. I should be out on the trails in my little cart. Doing my actual job.”
“Paperwork is part of the actual job.”
Ozzie squinted at you. “You’re a carpenter, what do you know about being a game warden?”
You smirked, ready to strike. “Not much, but I do know government positions like that all have paperwork.”
“You’re talking yourself out of breakfast,” Ozzie said teasingly.
You looked down into your coffee, feigning a pout. “If it gets you to do your paperwork faster I don’t mind.”
Ozzie threw his head back laughing, to which you couldn’t hold back yours anymore either. Your relationship with Ozzie was new, but you’d not felt so comfortable with someone in so long, it was nice.
After getting a quick drive through breakfast, Ozzie dropped you off at the construction trailer. A few people were already inside, waiting around for the boss to show up. You went ahead and clocked in, putting on your work helmet which your boss expected to be on at all times.
“You left your car here last night,” another coworker said to you.
“Uh, yeah, I went and hung out with Ozzie for a bit.” You tried to play it cool, but you could already clock their teasing gaze.
“Your windows were rolled down, that’s the only reason I said anything.”
“Oh shit!” You rushed outside. The parking lot was up a steep hill, just beside the actual construction zone. There was lots of upturned earth everywhere, and the whole area had been stained red from the clay. The hems of your jeans would never be the same again. You made it to your car, a bit breathless from the soggy hike. Sure enough, your windows were down.
You muttered in disappointment under your breath. “I knew I forgot something.” You checked how much water had gotten in then rolled up the windows. “It’s going to smell like hot ass now.” You took out your phone to message Ozzie about the predicament when a sound perked your ears.
It was faint, distant from the sounds of it, but it sent tingles down your spine, turning your skin to goosebumps. You turned towards the edge of the parking lot, over towards the stacks of covered timber. It sounded like singing, or maybe even windchimes, you weren’t sure. You walked towards the stacks of timber, hearing the melodic sound grow the closer you got. Stepping out the timber, the sound of rushing water mingled with the sound. You looked down towards the river, realizing it was someone singing below. You came as close to the edge of the hill as you could, trying to see down below. The water was extremely high in the river, unsurprising considering the amount of rain. You saw something standing in the waves, maybe sitting on a rock, and they were singing over the rushing water.
You were trying to get a better look when your foot slipped. You tried grabbing onto a tree but everything was slick from the rain. You went careening down the hill like a slip and slide. The mud made it impossible to grab hold of anything, the rain had everything so wet and so loose you were basically greased.
You hit the water, feeling the current grabbing you. It felt like fingers pulling on your arms and legs, forcing you down the river, pulling you deeper. Then, you did feel hands, real hands that clasped around your shoulders, pulling you up and out of the river. Your vision was blurry, glasses just gone, and your mind was going at a manic pace.
“Hold on to me! Put your arms around me!” A voice commanded you.
You did as told, holding on tight as they swam from rock to rock in the river, going down stream, but also able to move through the strong current like it was nothing. Eventually they came upon an embankment, laying you up on shore.
“Hold still,” they commanded again. Gentle hands touched your face, inspecting your jaw and turning your head side to side. They leaned over you, blocking your vision and becoming a dark blob before you.
“Take a deep breath for me,” they said.
You did so.
“How you keep falling into my rivers I’ll never know. Most people have more common sense than that.”
“Tryfon?” You wheezed.
“Shh,” he hissed at you. “Lie still now.” He laid his palm in the center of your chest. His touch felt cool like the river itself. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He breathed into you, but it was like something flowing throughout your body. A cool, sparkling river breathed into your lungs then traveled through tiny streams to the rest of your body.
Tryfon raised back up, smoothing your wet hair from your face. “I’ll fuss at you later,” he said as you sank, going deeper and deeper into your own waters.
You woke with a nagging pain in your rear. Above you was a ceiling fan that looked like it could come down at any moment the way it was wobbling. You reached for your glasses, but there was nothing but air on either side of you.
The room around you looked like a storage closet for an office. Large white boxes with various labels, reams of paper, toilet paper, manila folders, and highlighters. As you were sitting up off the cot you realized you were naked as the blanket fell away.
The door before you opened and Tryfon stepped in.
You scrambled, trying to get the blanket back over you, but the pain in your butt turned from nagging to full on stabbing.
“Easy there, river tripper.” Tryfon came in and grabbed the blanket for you. “You’ve got a bruised tailbone to contend with.”
“What happened?”
“You tripped into a river again,” Tryfon snipped at you. He then handed you your clothes which were clean and freshly warm from a dryer. Laying on top were your glasses.
“Where’d you get this.”
“It’s bad enough all this rain is messing up my research, but then you come traipsing along like some cartoon behemoth and throw your gruby germs into my waters.” Tryfon sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Behemoth?” You slipped on your shirt, finding that sitting was becoming unbearable.
Tryfon rolled his eyes. “Calling me short?”
“No, you said-” You stopped. “Thank you for saving me, Tryfon.”
He shrugged. “No problem. Just don’t make it a habit.” He left the room to let you finish getting dressed. When you stepped out of the closet, you saw tryfon taking food out of a bag.
“How long was I out?” You asked.
“A couple of hours.” Tryfon handed you a wrapped sandwich. “I don’t know what you like. But your generation likes avocados on everything, right?”
You had to smirk. “I guess, but you didn’t have to.”
Tryfon sat at his desk, surrounded by all his medals, accreditations, recommendations, on and on with honors upon honors spread out on the wall behind him. The front of his desk was plastered with children’s artwork, given to him over the years by kids who had come to Tryfon for their first fishing license.
“I gave that Oswald a call,” he huffed. “Let him know what had happened. He was all the way in Asheville though.”
You weren’t used to hearing Ozzie being called by his real name. “Was I dying?”
“Thanks to me, no.” Tryfon watched as you took your first bite of the sandwich. His golden eyes lingered upon you before turning his head away.
“I owe you,” you said between bites.
“Just stop falling into my rivers.'' Tryfon had a slight blush to his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he turned to look at you. “That’s all I suggest. Once you’re done eating I’ll drive you to your place. You need to lie down for a while and take some ibuprofen for that bruised tailbone.”
“Should I go to the doctor?” You asked.
“Just some rest should get it covered.” Tryfon said, pulling out a drawer to fetch his keys. “You might just be uncomfy for a few days, that’s all.”
“Do you deal with a lot of broken butts?”
He just stared at you, dead panned and blank. You just smiled awkwardly back. “Don’t ever say that sentence to me again. Finish eating so I can get you out of my office.”
You continued eating, not thinking much about your little accident. It wasn’t until you were in Tryfon’s truck you recalled why you were so close to the hill over the river in the first place. That sound of someone singing, their voice was clear and beautiful, it sounded like wind chimes on a gentle breeze. There had been someone in the water, that’s how you fell, you were trying to over extend to see who it was. And then when you did fall Tryfon was there immediately to save you. In the river.
You glanced at Tryfon, then back out the window. “Were you already there in the river when I fell?”
“Hm?” Tryfon murmured, acting as if he couldn’t hear you.
“How else could you have gotten to me so fast?” You turned, looking directly at him.
His cheeks took on a deeper shade of red, and his lips pressed into a firm line. “It’s my job.”
“But…” You stopped and leaned back in your seat, trying to find a way to sit more comfortably. “I could have sworn I heard singing before I fell.”
Tryfon seemed to bristle at this. “Singing? What?”
“Yeah. Singing. I had gone to my car to roll up the windows, and I heard it. I wasn’t sure what it was, I just remember it being really pretty,” you said thoughtfully.
He swallowed and clutched the steering wheel tighter. “You think so? I mean, uhm, maybe you hit your head.”
“Do you sing, Tryfon?”
His cheeks darkened in color and when he glanced at you it seemed his usually bright green eyes had darkened, turning almost black around the edges. “You know, it sounds like you’d never make it as a sailor. Hearing beautiful singing and then falling to your death, you’d never survive a siren.”
You just smiled at him. “Probably not.”
Tryfon sniffed. “It makes sense you’d fall for Oswald’s charms then.”
You furrowed your brow. “What does that mean? Is Ozzie a siren?”
“No, he wishes he was-” Tryfon cleared his throat. “No. Just saying, he may appear to be this good looking good guy-bad boy combo, but he’s been known to share tents with more than just campers if you know what I am saying.”
“I know.” You said this and it appeared Tryfon’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “He told me he’s something of a hussy, especially when he was younger. I’m okay with that, stuff like that doesn’t bother me. And I mean, he’s good at it so-” You stopped yourself. “He said when he first became a ranger you two hooked up too.”
Tryfon glared out the window. “He was… I would...you know, it’s none of your business what my business is!”
“Hey I’m not judging. I obviously fell for Ozzie’s siren call.”
Tryfon growled under his breath, his face redder than before. “Obviously! Like I said. You wouldn’t make it a day with sirens or venus flytraps around! You’d fall right in.”
You rubbed the back of your neck. “Probably. But I don’t think Ozzie is either one of those things. I think he’s just horny.”
Tryfon scoffed and muttered something under his breath.
You directed him to the line of tiny cabins where you were staying, helping him find yours which was practically in the back where the road went from paved to dirt. To your surprise, Tryfon helped you out of his truck and into the cabin. His eyes darted around your place, looking for something.
“Do you have a way to make an ice pack?” He asked.
Your mouth hung open as you thought. “Maybe in the first aid kit. There might be those cooler packs in the freezer too.”
Tryfon shooed you away. “Why don’t you go lay down. I’ll get something figured out.”
There was a leap in your chest. “Oh? I thought I just needed rest. When did you turn into a little nurse?” You teased.
He pouted, giving you a harsh look. “Just trying to help.”
You smiled. “Okay, I’ll go lay down.” You went into the bedroom, taking off your pants and laying on your stomach. Your bed still smelled like Ozzie, and when you buried your face into the pillow, all you smelled was him.
A few moments later, something frigid landed on your ass and you yowled. Turning, you saw Tryfon sitting beside you. He had his ranger hat off and you could see his long, blonde hair was down, taken from the clip and hanging in a ponytail over his shoulder.
“It’s only ice, calm down you baby.” Tryon scoffed.
“You scared me, I wasn’t expecting it.” You nestled back down. “I didn’t realize your hair was so long.”
His pout returned. “Well, it is.”
“It’s nice.”
He fought back a smile. “Thanks.”
“I’ll be okay if you want to get back to work. I’ll keep the ice pack on as long as I can stand,” you try to sound reassuring.
“I said I’d take care of you.”
“You did?”
A glare was shot your way. “Least I can do.”
You smiled, hugging onto that pillow. “Are you a werewolf too?” You decided to ask, shoot your shot, or at least let Tryfon know you were cool with whatever paranormal creatures existed in Hearthway Hollow.
“Ew! No! I mean-” Tryfon cut himself off and cupped his hand over his mouth. “I mean, werewolf? What werewolves-” he stopped and sighed. “Ozzie never could stand not showing off.”
“I’m fine with it. I have an uncle with this antique store that…it’s a lot to explain. But I worked there before I wanted to do construction. I’ve seen some things.”
“You wanted to work construction?” Tryfon asked.
“Yeah. Why? Not a manual labor type?” you chuckled.
Tryfon shrugged. “Guess not.” he was quiet for a spell, shifting the ice pack on your bum around. “How are you feeling?”
“Cold.”
Tryfon’s hand slipped down to your thigh but he quickly recoiled. “Sorry. Not much I can do for the cold now.”
“It’s alright.”
Tryfon sighed. “So, you and Ozzie.”
“Yeah. Me and him.”
Tryfon cleared his throat. “How is that going?”
“It’s pretty great. I’ve not dated much in the last few years, but Ozzie has made it feel easy. I really like him.”
“Is it…serious?”
“I’d like to think so.” You glanced back at Tryfon and propped yourself up on your elbows. “You don’t have feelings for him do you? I’m sorry I-”
“No,” Tryfon scoffed. “Not him! He was a good lay but-” He huffed and swallowed. “It’s not him I technically like like that.” He looked away, pushing his hair back and to the other shoulder.
“Wait a second-” you muttered under your breath. “Is it me?”
Tryon looked at you then away. “You’re with Ozzie, it doesn’t matter.”
“But it does!” You went to turn around but it hurt so you flopped back down onto the bed. “Ozzie and I agreed to have fun and not make this serious or anything until I know what I’m doing when the job is done. I mean-” Your cheeks felt on fire. “Ozzie said you had a crush on me, I just didn’t believe him.”
“Twerp,” Tryfon grumbled under his breath.
You rolled onto your side. “Ozzie said he wouldn’t do this courting ritual until I decide if I am staying. Even then I don’t think he minds the poly thing.”
Tryfon arched a brow. “Polly? Whose she?”
You laughed. “No! Poly, as in polyamorous.”
His eyes widened and mouth fell open. “Oh!” He then looked away. “Still. I’m embarrassed now.”
You laid back down and smiled. “Okay, that’s fine. Was just thinking I’d offer something in return of you saving my life.”
There was a long moment of silence before Tryfon spoke again. “Like what?”
“Maybe a kiss,” you murmured.
“Y-you don’t have to.”
You sat up, butt cold and sore, but better than before. You leaned towards Tryfon, placing your hand on his cheek then pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. He turned away then back, meeting your lips for another kiss.
“Well, well, well, what’s this?”
Tryfon snapped around as Ozzie leaned on the doorframe. “How long have you been there?” He snapped.
“Only just now,” Ozzie chuckled. “I thought you said he was hurt.”
“He is!” Tryfon jumped up and shoved the ice pack into Ozzie’s hands. “He fell into the river. You need to make sure he’s not so clumsy!”
Ozzie smirked, blocking tryfon from leaving. “Come on, stay a bit, Try Hard. I brought some good food back from Asheville, and some good wine.”
Tryfon glared up at him. “Don’t call me that.”
Ozzie licked his lips. “I’m afraid we only have those little red cups, no wine glasses. I know you’re a stickler.”
Tryfon’s frown turned into a pout. “If the wine is good, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
Ozzie chuckled as he walked into the room, sitting down beside you and handing you a massive bottle of ibuprofen. “Having a busy day I see.”
“You could call it that.” You were surprised when Ozzie kissed you. It wasn’t that he was rubbing it in to Tryfon, it was more like he was wanting in.
Ozzie found a way to set up dinner in the bedroom. You made a throne out of pillows in order to eat. Tryfon stayed, eating and drinking in silence for a bit. Once he had some wine in him, he loosened up a bit. He and Ozzie had a charged conversation that verged between flirting and antagonistic.
You fell asleep sometime during the night, waking up with the desperate need to pee. You didn’t realize someone was in the bathroom until you stepped in and saw Tryfon was in the shower. He was singing, and you were sure it was the same song you heard at the river.
Tryfon stopped, and his silhouette in the shower curtain turned. “It’s polite to knock.”
“Sorry,” you gasped. “I didn’t know you were in here.”
Tryfon scoffed. “Doesn’t matter, do your business.”
You felt embarrassed to use the bathroom then, but you were desperate. You sat down on the toilet, peeing in awkward intervals. Tryfon started singing again, his voice was melodic and bright, but you couldn’t understand the language he was singing it. It sounded old, older than language should be.
Once you were done, you were washing your hands when Tryfon opened the curtain. His long hair hung around his body, which was pale blue in color, darkening to almost black on his hands and feet. His features were sharper, eyes wider and large, going from green to black and surruned by small, dark scales. He held his hand out to you, fingers ending in sharp, long nails, and webbed inbetween.
“Wow,” you whispered.
“Come join me. Small shower, but we can make it work.” He smoothed his hair back, watching as you undressed. A smile appeared on his face as you stepped in near him and he closed the curtain around you.
“How are you feeling?” His hand grazed down your side.
Your skin tingled where he touched. “Much better.”
Tryfon’s hand grabbed your rear gently. “How does this feel?”
You bit your lip and nodded.
His hand smoothed down your thigh and then up, aiming towards the inside. “How about this?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” you breathed.
Tryfon came in closer, pressing his front against your back. His fingers brushed against you below, touching your mound then rubbing softly. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
Your lashes fluttered closed then, moaning softly as Tryfon’s touch warmed you along with the water flowing down you.
“Sorry if I seem different. The wine got to me.” Tryfon’s fingers opened you slightly, easing between where his fingertips rubbed against the bud inside. “I needed some water, but I also planned on taking care of myself.”
“I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Spikes of pleasure began shooting through you.
“It’s alright. You can help me.” Tryfon bit your shoulder. “Maybe with this.” He pushed his hips forward and something hard rubbed against your leg.
You were stunned. Ozzie had a good size, but Tryfon had one up on him. “Is that-”
Tryfon chuckled. “What?”
You turned around, glancing down at Tryfon’s cock. It was blue-black at the tip, fading down into a sort of pale lavender. The gland at the tip was flared out with little knobs around the side. The shaft itself bulged at the bottom, with ridges all the way down. The back had small bumps that had veins on either side.
“You’re huge.” You took him into your hand, barely able to grasp your fingers around him. You stroked slowly at first, taking in the weight and feel of him.
Tryfon’s moan was sweet and his eyes lowered as you touched. “Do you like it?”
The tip opened and closed as you touched, letting out a slick, viscous fluid that had a pearl like sheen to it.
“Yeah,” you whispered.
Tryfon leaned in, kissing you and moaning against your lips. He then eased back, an apologetic gaze on his face. “Is this too fast?”
“Maybe. But I’m having fun.” You kissed Tryfon again, slowly pulling him away from the shower. You stood in the bathroom, kissing, touching, embracing. His cock rubbed against your thigh, glazing it in that pearly liquid.
“Maybe we should stop here.” Tryfon tried to collect himself. “Unless we want to wake Ozzie.”
“We could. He wouldn’t mind,” you giggled.
Tryfon looked you up and down. “I didn’t think you’d be so much trouble from the looks of you.”
You shrugged. “I think it’s this town that’s brought something out in me.” You opened up the door, walking into the bedroom to see Ozzie has shifted and is laying posed like naked Burt Reynolds upon the bed.
“What a whore thing to do,” Tryfon scoffed.
Ozzie waggled his finger. “I don’t see anyone complaining.
You knelt down onto the bed, kissing Ozzie as Tryfon watched. You took Ozzie’s cock into your hand, stroking it and feeling his pulse against your palm. Tryfon came up behind you, stroking your rear then slowly moving his cock between your thighs.
“Easy now, Try Hard, not many can take your triton.”
“Triton? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Tryfon huffed.
Ozzie chuckled. “He can take a lot, but do take care. If we’re both going to share him, we need to pamper him.” He reached between your legs, touching you and guiding Tryfon in. You braced yourself, taking in a deep breath as Tryfon began to slip inside.
“Since when do you pamper, Oswald?” Tryfon grunted as he pushed deep inside. The shimmering fluid from his tip came out in a burst and dribble out onto the floor.
“Fuck,” Ozzie growled. He sat so you could brace against him, but also watch as Tryfon began to move inside you. He rubbed his hands down your back and up again, moaning and grunted as Tryfon moved. His hand slipped underneath, rubbing that sensitive bud at the top of your folds. You shivered, crying out as the sensation became too much. Tryfon was so big and textured, it was all you could do to remain upright.
Tryfon pulled out and Ozzie laid you upon the bed, taking his turn inside. Tryfon knelt down upon the bed, watching Ozzie’s cock slip inside until the knot hit against you. More of the pearly fluid squished around the knot, and Ozzie moaned in pleasure.
“Taste yourself.” Tryfon moaned, laying the tip of his cock upon your lips.
You did so, feeling greedy as Ozzie began to move. His thrusts made your head bob, so your tongue lapped up and down Tryfon’s cock. He pressed against your lips and you took him inside, suckling him while Ozzie went deeper inside.
“Fuck, he’s never felt like this before,” Ozzie growled.
Tryfon chuckled. “Aroused?”
Ozzie snapped his teeth at Tryfon. “More than that, Try Hard.” He licked his chops. “It’s more than being turned on. It’s like his body is demanding it.”
Tryfon slipped over to Ozzie, kissing him in a teasing way. “Then we should give him all he wants.”
“Of course we are.” Ozzie licked Tryfon’s lips. “I like sharing.”
Tryfon leaned down, licking you and Ozzie while he was inside. Your head was swimming, it was all so much. Ozzie had been your first since your top surgery, you didn’t think this would happen so soon, let alone at all in your life.
They both took their time with you, playing and enjoying themselves, watching as you became unraveled and desperate for them. They kissed and kicked, nibbling upon you like candy until you could take no more. They would leave you to cool for a moment, only to plunge back in at the right moment to send shockwaves through your body.
At one point you were held between them, both of them inside you somehow. You would figure out the logistics later, but at the moment you were too high in heaven to worry about it. They felt warm and thick, filling you to the brim. Their heat radiated through you, boiling your brain so you could only think about how good it all felt.
You came with the morning, all of you breathing hard and exhausted. You woke to your phone going off, not realizing the time at all until then.
“Oh shit, it's work!” You tried to get out of bed, but you were tangled between Tryfon and Ozzie. Your legs felt weak once you touched the floor and you went into the kitchen to talk to your boss. Luckily it was raining, but your boss was concerned when you didn’t at least clock in.
“I heard you got hurt yesterday, I got scared for a second,” he said.
“No, I’m fine. I just over slept because of the pain meds I took,” you lied, hoping you did it well. You glanced back into the bedroom, seeing Tryfon and Ozzie begin to stir. You got the coffee maker ready then leaned up against the counter.
“This rain is doing a number on us. I’ve offered to let some of the guys go home for a bit or even take indoor jobs while we’re here. I figured I’d let you know if you have any plans.”
You saw Tryfon’s eyes open and look towards yours. He smiled then closed his eyes again.
“I was thinking about signing up to the school here,” you said. “Maybe even stay in Hearthway Hollow for a bit.”
“Not a bad plan,” your boss said. “Couple of the guys have said that.”
“Not surprised.” You smiled to yourself. “It’s a cool place.”
You talked a bit more then filled three coffee mugs. As you were getting the sugar ozzie came up behind you, kissing the back of your neck.
“Going to school, huh? You could be here a while.”
“I like that thought.” You watched as Tryfon took one of the mugs from you.
“What about your dream of working construction?” Tryfon drank his coffee black. He looked at Ozzie who was putting spoonful after spoonful into his mug.
“I’m sure there’s somewhere where I could work. Like that huge lumber yard with that old mill. Places like that always have listings posted. Could find a crew or do repairs while I take classes.”
Tryfon nodded. “There’s good doctors around here too. My friend Ivan and his wife take part in a trans support group. I could find out about it for you.”
Your eyes widened. “That would be awesome.”
Ozzie smirked, leaning back against the counter once he had his sugar. “I have a spare room, by the way.”
“So do I,” Tryfon tossed in.
“Boys, boys, no need to fight over me,” you laughed. “I think we proved last night we don’t need to.” You smirked over your coffee mug. “I’ve got time to figure all this stuff out anyways.”
Tryfon blushed. “Well, I guess you know Ozzie better.”
“Yeah, and your place is bigger,” Ozzie pouted.
“Options, that’s good,” you chuckled. You raised your coffee mug. “To something new.” You clanked your mug with Ozzie and Tryfon’s, toasting to what Hearthway Hollow had in store.
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