An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ethan Sharp/Argus, Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Character(s)/Original Character(s)
Characters: Original Male Human Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Alien Character(s), Ethan Sharp, Argus - Character, Original Characters
Additional Tags: G/T, Macro/Micro, g/t vore, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Alien Character(s), Vore, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Hide and Seek, nonsexual vore, safe vore, Soft Vore, idk if it's technically hide and seek, rip ethan's jacket, Giants, Giant Aliens, Giant/Tiny
Series: Part 3 of Ethan and Argus
Summary:
Ethan’s heart pounds. His lungs burn, begging for a break. Underneath him his legs are jello, but he can’t stop moving.
wow not posting a chapter ONCE, but TWICE in a single day? what has happened to me (granted, this one is significantly shorter)
TW/CW: nothing that i can think of, but as always let me know if i need to add anything!
i hope you enjoy!!
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When Ethan wakes up it’s to the familiar darkness of Argus’ stomach. How darkness can be familiar Ethan isn’t sure, but he is sure that he’d recognize any part of his friend no matter what. It takes him a moment to stumble to his feet; a combination of the ground swaying with each of Argus’ “breaths” and the pins and needles filling his limbs.
Sleeping through being swallowed and staying how you landed tends to do that to you.
With his arms outstretched Ethan moves around until he finds a wall. It isn’t difficult by any means, but he’d rather not accidentally crash into one and end up back on the “floor”. When he brushes against one he pats at it. Everything stops moving. The floor. The walls. Everything.
Not for the first time Ethan is reminded that his best friend is an alien and doesn’t play by the same rules as him. The uncanny feeling of being completely focused on floods Ethan. Awkwardly raising his hand in greeting, Ethan glances around at nothing in particular.
“Morning, Argus.”
The room shakes as a rumbling purr sweeps through it. Laughter.
“Or... not morning?”
More rumbling.
“Okay, wise guy,” Ethan mumbles, then loudly. “So, how long was I out?”
Wet, squelching sounds fill the air as Argus undoubtedly changes into a form that allows for verbal communication.
“Fourteen hours, give or take,” comes Argus’ voice, sounding far, far too pleased with himself.
“FOURTEEN?” Ethan splutters.
“Yup,” Argus says. “You obviously needed them, man. So I don’t want any shit about me not waking you up.”
Ethan casts a half-hearted glare at his surroundings before letting out a soft sigh, “Okay. Then can I leave now?”
Argus goes silent and Ethan can practically see his pout. He knows Argus’ reluctance to let him out is out of concern for him. Knows that for all his pouting Argus will let him out if he asks. And that’s what lets Ethan slide down to sit against the wall with what he’s sure is an unreasonably fond look on his face.
“You’ve got to let me out sooner or later. I still need to eat,” Ethan goads.
He knows he has Argus when the stomach goes completely still again.
“I hate that humans need to eat so frequently,” he hears Argus grumble at a volume that for anyone else would’ve been quiet.
“Oh yeah, real inconvenient,” Ethan lets out an overly dramatic sigh. “Shame we can’t just have one big meal and be good to go for several years.”
“Honestly the ideal way to do it.”
Ethan laughs, bright and warm, and Argus lets out a rumbling purr. Staying in for a little while longer doesn’t sound like the worst idea in the world.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ethan Sharp/Argus, Original Male Character/Original Male Character, Original Character(s)/Original Character(s)
Characters: Original Male Human Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Alien Character(s), Ethan Sharp, Argus - Character, Original Characters
Additional Tags: G/T, Macro/Micro, g/t vore, Minor Injuries, Blood and Injury, Alien Character(s), Vore, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Hide and Seek, nonsexual vore, safe vore, Soft Vore, idk if it's technically hide and seek, rip ethan's jacket, Giants, Giant Aliens, Giant/Tiny
Series: Part 3 of Ethan and Argus
Summary:
Ethan’s heart pounds. His lungs burn, begging for a break. Underneath him his legs are jello, but he can’t stop moving.
(honestly it's probably 1/2, but in case i'm wrong i don't want it to be inaccurate lmaooo)
so! it's been a while... ooops. this has been sitting half finished for a while now, and i'm hoping posting what i have will motivate me to write the rest of it lol
TW/CW: blood, injury, and i guess general fear/terror (as always, if i need to add anything please let me know!)
i hope you enjoy!
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Ethan’s heart pounds. His lungs burn, begging for a break. Underneath him his legs are jello, but he can’t stop moving. Even now his attempts to put distance between himself and his pursuer feel futile. He ignores the sinking feeling of dread that courses through his body. God he misses his board. Even if it might not be faster than his pursuer, it’s definitely faster than he is and it has the benefit of flight.
Branches whip against his face as he barrels through the heavily treed forest. A half-snapped branch cuts into his cheek, he didn’t have time to put on his helmet before getting chased, causing blood to flow lazily from the wound. He almost wishes he had grabbed it anyways, despite knowing that the time it would have taken for him to not only grab it, but to put it on, would have gotten him caught instantly.
He can hear it behind him. The sounds of splintering wood and claws sinking into the slightly damp forest floor ring out from behind him. He doesn’t stop moving. His pursuer’s looming presence turns his blood to ice. He knows he isn’t going to get away from it, knows that it doesn’t matter how far and how long he runs. It will catch him.
In a last ditch effort to buy himself more time and distance Ethan rips off his coat, suppressing a shiver when his skin meets the cool air. Flinging it as far as he can, he feels his body flood with relief as he hears his pursuer turn to go after the piece of clothing. It won’t buy him much time, but it might be enough for him to get further than he would have had he kept it on him. It’s a shame, he really likes that coat. With a grimace he keeps running.
A gnarled, twisted root catches the tip of his boot as Ethan runs over it, causing him to fall to the ground in a tangle of limbs. His body aches, and he desperately wishes he could just lay there on the cold, damp ground until the thing catches him. With a barely suppressed whimper, Ethan gets back onto his feet. Scratches and rapidly forming bruises adorn his exposed arms.
He’s moving noticeably slower now. Exhaustion taking its toll on his overworked body. Ethan can’t remember the last time he slept. Trees seem to jump out in front of him, even though he is painfully aware that it’s actually due to his swaying. He probably doesn’t have long before he’s caught. It’s almost tempting to just sit and wait for it to all end, this messed up chase he’s been forced to participate in. He doesn’t.
Soon he slows to the point of almost limping from tree to tree. He’s so, so close. His tent and things in view from his spot near the edge of the forest. Bark digs into his back and arms as he slumps down against a tree. Ethan sits there for what could only have been a few seconds, just breathing as his vision dances with black spots in front of his eyes.
On trembling legs he stands, bracing himself against the tree as he does. His arms shake despite his effort to get them to stay still. Distantly he can hear the tell tale sounds of his pursuer approaching him, but he’s so close. He ignores it.
With a pained whimper Ethan moves forward. Every few steps the ground seems to rush towards his face, but each time he regains his balance and keeps moving. The cuts and scrapes wrapping around his body lazily bleed with each thump of his heart. His progress is so, so slow now. Is it even worth it?
And then several things happen in rapid succession.
Another root catches his foot. Ethan's body reaches the point where even adrenaline can't overpower bone deep exhaustion. He pitches forward. Ethan braces for impact.
…
It doesn't come.
Instead, dozens upon dozens of small, jet-black strands catch him mid fall. The tendrils curl around him to form a loose cocoon that pulls him back to his feet without him actually having to hold up his body. They glisten in the low light of the woods. Ethan doesn't think he's ever seen something so beautiful.
Exhaustion and pain weave themselves into a thick, woolen blanket that makes everything go slow. It would be so easy, too easy, to fall asleep now. He's been caught. He doesn't think he minds.
Distantly, Ethan hears a voice.
"-than? Ethan?" the voice sounds panicked, "Stars, Ethan, are you with me?!"
Ethan knows that voice. It's probably his favorite one to hear. He doesn't like how afraid it sounds.
"...'rgus?" Ethan slurs, his tongue is cotton in his mouth.
"Ethan! Please, please don't do that again…"
"'m fine... just tired," he mumbles as he lets his head flop forward to be cushioned by the tendrils.
The tendrils pull Ethan up into the air and deposit him into hands larger than his entire body. His head feels like it’s been scooped out and filled with steel wool. Fingers gently cup around his tired body, bracing his neck. Huge, wide red eyes stare down at him. Even in his current state Ethan can recognize the look on Argus' face. His friend can't cry, physically his species isn't capable of it, but over months of knowing him Ethan recognizes that this face is the alien's equivalent.
Ethan wants to make that look leave Argus’ face, wants to see the way those ruby eyes soften when it’s just the two of them. God it’s so hard to keep his eyes open. His body is overworked, and now everything is telling him he’s safe, that he can rest. Argus’ form blurs as Ethan’s eyes unfocus.
“Stars, when was the last time you slept?”
It takes Ethan longer to process the question than he’d like to admit.
“It’s what...Thursday?” Ethan asks as he forces his body up into a sitting position on shaking limbs, “Then...three...four days? C’mon man that’s not that bad. I haven’t even had hallucinations yet. That’s when you know it’s time to ask for a break...but they haven’t happened so I’m good. I’m fine.”
The look Argus gives him all but says he doesn’t believe that.
“All I have to say is ‘hey guys, I can’t work heavy machinery right now’ and I’m fine. It’s honestly not a big deal–don’t give me that look.”
Argus sighs, “Well...in any case, I won the chase,” he shoots Ethan a glare when the human opens his mouth to protest, “No. No, I caught you. Literally. I...you’re still okay with me doing whatever?”
“Yeah man, go for it,” Ethan says with a thumbs up as he slumps back against the curled fingers.
Argus doesn’t say anything after that. He flashes a smirk that has blood rushing to Ethan’s face. That shouldn’t be allowed. Shark-like teeth fill Ethan’s field of view as the hands cradling him raise up further into the air. Warm puffs of air fill the small space.
Ethan knows what’s going to happen, Argus has been using it against him for a while now. With the process usually involving tiring Ethan out, tucking him away, and forcing him to at least take a nap before he can be let out. If he didn't know it came from a place of love it'd probably be annoying. It is annoying sometimes, but Ethan is painfully aware that it's Argus' attempts to keep him healthy and away from places that will feed into his need to constantly be productive.
Argus' mouth looms above him, the tips still curling upwards into a smirk. When the alien opens his mouth Ethan can't help but gasp at the sight. He should be used to it by now, going into it is practically part of their routine, but even still he can't help but feel awe whenever he gets to experience it. Maybe it's just because it's a part of his friend and he loves every bit and piece of Argus. Ethan doesn't really care if that's the case, sappy as it may be.
A long, damp tongue spills out onto the hands beneath Ethan and he can't help but flop against it. He doesn't stress about doing so, after all, his relatively minuscule weight won't affect Argus or hurt him in any way. And god, he's so, so tired that he doesn't think he could peel himself off it now anyways.
It curls around him in a soft embrace. The two of them sit like that for some time, neither of them wanting to break the calm bubble. Eventually, like all good things, the odd hug comes to an end.
Dragging up Ethan's body, the tongue only pauses in its track for a moment when cool blood smears onto it. Ethan can almost hear Argus getting ready to pull him back and question him. He really doesn’t want to explain the various nicks and cuts littering his body.
With a small – Ethan refuses to call it a whine – noise of protest, he curls his arms around the tongue. The attempt to avoid talking about it will only work if Argus lets it work. A few borderline tense seconds pass, and the tongue doesn't move. Ethan is in the clear. At least for now.
With the "crisis" averted, the pair continue as usual. The tongue wraps around Ethan's exhausted body and pulls him into Argus' maw. From there he's gently moved around as he's being tasted.
Every time the tongue brushes over a cut or scrape it freezes. And every time it freezes Ethan waits for Argus to pull him out and chastise him. It never happens.
Back and forth. Back and forth. To the point where Ethan starts to drift off. His limbs feel like lead, and he's so, so exhausted. Sleep pulls at his eyes, beckoning him into its sweet embrace. Distantly he can hear Argus’ soft clicking purr. Soft and safe and so, so familiar. With a resigned sigh, Ethan lets sleep whisk him off.
please enjoy the still pretty angsty but hopefully still sweet second half of nightmares! it ended up being way, way longer than i thought it would, but that’s just how it goes sometimes lmao!!
TW/CW: same as last time, hard vore, fatal vore, but this time it’s only mentioned/talked about
Argus gets reassured that everything is okay.
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Small hands immediately start clambering up Argus' body, forcing him to stay still so as to not accidentally knock their owner off. Argus stays as still as he can as he watches Ethan's perpetually gravity defying hair peek up over his chest, his eyes following soon after. For a moment he considers morphing where Ethan's climbing into a shape that would be more easily climbed, but stops himself from doing so with the knowledge of Ethan's determination to do whatever he can independently.
Argus lies still as Ethan finishes his climb and moves to settle over where his heart would be beating frantically against his ribs if he had one. A small, shaky clicking purr escapes his mouth when Ethan starts to stroke the "ground" beneath him. With shaking hands Argus cups them around Ethan's body to try to shield the human from the cold, internally cringing when he sees Ethan sit so close to razor sharp claws.
"Are you okay?" Argus whispers into the space between them, "I'm really sorry if I scared you…"
Ethan stares at him like he's grown another head, Argus is fairly certain he hasn't.
"Let me get this straight. You, who just woke up screaming, are asking me if I'm okay?" Ethan sighs, "Man, you gotta get your priorities straight."
Argus watches as Ethan flops against his curled claws. It takes him everything to stop himself from pulling them away from his friend. Ethan nuzzles into the hands surrounding him, causing them to twitch, but the small human pays the movement no mind.
He looks ridiculously comfortable and calm, feelings that Argus has a hard time imagining being possible considering where he is. Ethan is way, way too trusting. It's going to get him hurt one day. It's going to get him killed one day. It might end up making Argus hurt him one day. It-
"Argus?" small hands guide his face to meet Ethan's wide, panicked eyes. When'd he get so close? "Dude? Are you okay? What happened? Why'd you scream? Argus?"
"I- Ethan...I," Argus chokes out between the genuine fear flooding his system, "Please stop…You… you have to go. It's not safe. I'm not safe, Ethan, please."
Argus can't cry. His species isn't capable of it. He wishes he could.
"Not safe? Argus, what are you talking about?" Ethan asks, unmoving, "I'm not going anywhere, dude, something's obviously wrong."
Argus keens, his form warping and falling apart with each stab of fear.
"Something is wrong, Ethan, and you have to go before I hurt you," Argus sobs.
"God, shut up, Argus," Ethan scoffs before his eyes soften, "I thought we were over this. You're not going to hurt me, and I'm not leaving. I trust you."
"That's the problem, Ethan" Argus grits out between pulling his form back together, "You shouldn't trust me. You-"
"Argus, I don't know what you saw while you were asleep, but I can promise you that it wasn't real. It wasn't you," Ethan interrupts, "Our dreams don't define us, man."
Argus doesn't respond to that, part of him wants to blame the difficulty of keeping a functioning mouth where one goes, but he knows that isn't the case. He knows Ethan doesn't care if he can't keep his forms looking right during intense emotions. Ethan's far, far too understanding with him. Argus doesn't deserve it.
A small, strangled whimper escapes Argus’ mouth as Ethan pets at him. For split seconds after each stroke the “skin” in the area deepens and darkens into the blue-black that makes up Argus’ body whenever he’s not in a form that requires specific coloring. It’s soothing, not as soothing as it usually is, but still soothing nonetheless.
Still petting at him Ethan asks, “Would you tell me about it? You don’t have to, but I want to help…”
“I ate you”
Ethan laughs, “You’ve eaten me before, Argus, like a lot. It’s nothing to panic about.”
“No,” Argus grimaces, “no, not how you’re thinking. Not even how I ate most of the people...back then. This was way, way worse”
“Oh...well that’s okay, dude. It was just a dream,” Ethan responds, “It’s not like you’ve actually ever hurt me.”
“Ethan, it didn’t even gross me out during it,” he shudders, “I chewed you up like you were a piece of meat. I enjoyed it, Ethan. You didn’t even put up a fight, you just let me tear into you. You kept telling me how good I was and that you were so proud of me. Even as I was killing you, you never told me to stop…” Argus trails off, his voice getting quieter and quieter.
“Oh, Argus…” Ethan whispers.
And then to Argus’ surprise, Ethan rushes to press himself against Argus’ face. Against his will several small tendrils peel away from the rest of his body to curl around his friend. With a shuddering breath Argus lets his human form drop, still opting for a more humanoid form, but one that requires less thought to keep looking right.
Small hands rub at his cheeks. They’re ridiculously calming considering how little pressure they’re actually able to exert. The same clicking purr rumbles in Argus’ chest.
“If you’re worried that I won’t ever stop you, I promise that’s not the case,” Ethan promises, “I trust you completely, so I need you to trust that I’ll let you know if something’s wrong.”
Argus lets out a low, rumbling hum in response. He's not in the mood to shift again, and he's comfortable where he is. Ethan shifts around from his place on his cheek, the small tendrils that are wrapped around him somewhat limiting his movements.
There’s a small pressure being pressed against Argus' cheekbone. And although he's practically blind on his right side by nature of not manifesting eyes on that side of his face, he’s fairly certain he can feel Ethan pressing a closed lip smile into his cheek. A soft, warm flutter fills Argus’ chest, chasing away the cold, suffocating force that had filled it only moments earlier.
"Hey, let's go back to sleep, okay?" Ethan whispers, letting himself flop even heavier against Argus.
With a purr Argus lets his eyes flutter close. Carefully shifting into a position that won’t leave his tiny companion so exposed, Argus lets himself sag heavily against the forest floor beneath him. He feels better. The remaining tight feeling in his chest unfurling as he focuses on Ethan’s small weight leaning against him.
Ethan makes him feel so, so safe. The irony of it being the person who can easily fit into the palm of his hand being such a comforting, safe presence isn’t lost on Argus. He wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s in that moment that Argus realizes, not for the first time, that he will do anything for Ethan. Will do anything and everything in his power to keep Ethan, to keep his heart, safe.
When Argus finally drifts back off to sleep he doesn’t dream.
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aaaaaaaaannnnnnddd that’s that! i hope it was an enjoyable (or at the very least, not a painful) read! i’ll try to make some fluff that doesn’t involve hurting argus and ethan in some way or another soon!
I’m gonna say this now, none of the stuff that happens in here is actually real. Like the name implies, it’s all just a bad dream, but still it’s way darker than my usual stuff so I don’t blame you if you don’t read it. I wrote this in under an hour so it’s definitely really rough, but I’m super tired and I just want to have it posted and out of the way.
TW/CW: hard vore, fatal vore (it’s all a dream, but still)
If Ethan isn’t bothered by it, why should Argus be?
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The small human trapped in his maw doesn't fight back when Argus begins to bite down over his unprotected stomach. He doesn't scream. He doesn't tell him to stop. He doesn't even whimper as razor sharp teeth easily cut through skin.
Warm, heady blood pools inside Argus mouth as he bites down. He hasn't tasted it in so, so long. Too long. The human- Ethan, Argus knows his name is Ethan- doesn't flinch as a tongue longer than his entire body pokes and prods at his mangled mess of a torso, just lightly pets it. Something screeches in his mind that this is wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this, but he ignores it to instead let Ethan fall forward out of his mouth.
When he presses his closed mouth against the bloodied torso the only response he gets is Ethan softly running his hands along Argus' face. Whispering that Argus is so good, and that he's so, so proud of him. It soothes the doubts in Argus' mind, if Ethan isn't bothered by it, why should he be?
Not in the mood to fake being human, Argus let's several more rows of sharpened teeth slide in behind his first set. He opens his mouth to let his tongue snake forward and out of his mouth, curling around Ethan. The blood lazily oozing out of the wounds on Ethan's chest has begun to slightly cool, but the taste, thankfully, hasn't been affected.
When Argus has Ethan's legs inside his mouth he bites down. Hard. Bones crunch and snap as more blood fills his mouth. Once again Ethan doesn't stop him, just continues whispering sweet nothings as he begins to press soft kisses into Argus' cheeks. Argus purrs around trapped legs.
With a tilt of his head Argus sends Ethan completely into his mouth, feeling his teeth rake across Ethan's back. A satisfied smile carves itself into Argus' face as he feels Ethan start to sag against his teeth. Gravity causing his bottom rows to start to cut into his prey's back.
Faintly, Argus hears Ethan's continuous mumblings, slightly strained from the pain he's undoubtedly feeling, but still continuing on even as Argus starts to snap his maw closed. More bones creak and start to crack as his mouth closes further and further. Argus snaps his mouth shut entirely.
Ethan goes completely limp.
When Argus let's the mangled body slide out onto his palm it's just a mess of blood and bones. There's no sign of his friend in the gore. Argus doesn't feel disgusted looking at, something tells him he's supposed to.
He pulls Ethan back into his mouth. Sucking on him for a moment before swallowing him down without further thought.
Ethan is dead.
Argus wakes with a strangled scream.
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Okay! So, that was dark. I might write a second part with Ethan comforting and reassuring Argus, but right now I just really wanna sleep.
(A/N) Okay! So last chapter’s ending, huh? Fun thing! This half actually ended up being barely shorter than the other one, to my absolute surprise. I’ve never actually written vore, just thought about it a whole, whole ton lmao! So if it’s a little rough I’m super sorry!!
(TW: none that i can think of, but if you guys notice anything that needs to be tagged let me know!)
Ethan has to deal with the consequences of admitting what he wants to Argus, but it isn’t looking like that will be a bad thing.
(lmao ethan boutta get vored)
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"Come on, man. Don't tease me like that. I know it's weird," Ethan pouts, still not removing his arm from his face.
"Who says I'm teasing?" and at that Ethan moves his arm away, staring incredulously up at Argus.
Argus is staring right back down at him. Ethan recognizes the look on his face. The soft smile that he only does when he thinks Ethan's being stupid. There's still traces of confusion lingering in his eyes, but Ethan can't find it in himself to blame him for that. He flashes his own smile up at Argus.
"I think I'd like that," he replies, grinning all the while.
He's lifted slowly, Argus meeting him halfway. Pressing a shark toothed smile into his stomach, Argus responds, "I think I'd like that, too."
Argus' mouth opens with a puff of warm air. For a while he stays still, warming and cooling Ethan's chest with each breath. And then Argus licks him.
It isn't as wet as Ethan expects. It's damp, sure, but it's not wet like Ethan's own tongue. He's barely given time to really register the sensation before it flicks back into Argus' mouth. Distantly Ethan hears some almost inhuman sounds come from the back of Argus' throat, but before he can ask about it, there's a tongue laving at his chest.
The lick comes up higher this time, reaching his chin before withdrawing. Ethan can't say he doesn't like it. Argus' tongue peaks out of his mouth for a third time, pressing slightly harder into Ethan's increasingly damp shirt. The next time Argus licks him Ethan brushes his hand along the side of the tongue.
There aren't any taste buds that Ethan can feel, but he expected as much. He's asked Argus about his internal anatomy before, about how closely it would match his own. At the time Argus had only shrugged, stating that since he's never actually seen inside a human's chest cavity for himself that he mostly guesses whenever he decides to actually form his insides. Which he also admitted wasn't all that often.
For a while Ethan just relaxes in Argus' now wet hands, enjoying the feeling of the soft, warm pressure of the repeating licks. At some point his eyes drift shut and a close lipped smile tugs at his face, he adores Argus, but he isn't big on the thought of getting someone else's saliva in his mouth. And then the licks stop coming. Ethan blearily opens his eyes, blinking away the drowsy feeling that has begun to overtake him.
"Wha-?"
A soft laugh rings out around him, "I was going to ask if it's okay for me to flip you over now"
"Uh...yeah go ahead," Ethan mumbles as he lets his eyes drift shut again.
He's gently shifted into one of Argus' hands as the other carefully pinches his sides and flips him onto his stomach. Ethan feels warm puffs of breath on his back before a tongue presses against him. His hair gets slicked up with a particularly long lick, and Ethan can't help the giggle that escapes his mouth at it. Apparently Argus hears it over the wet drag of his tongue, and instead switches to small kitten licks that make Ethan squirm.
This continues on for a while, Argus finding ways to pull giggles and squeals out of Ethan. At some point Ethan rolls back onto his back to try and stop the onslaught of teasing licks. Pushing against the offending tongue does as good as he expected and soon it's curling around his arms. The gentle suction is interesting to say the least, strong enough to keep Ethan from pulling his arms away entirely, but not strong enough to hurt.
Eventually Argus releases Ethan's arms, and moves further down his body. Ethan watches, fascinated, as his legs get a similar treatment to his arms. And then Argus slurps him up to his knees. Sharp teeth rest against his trapped legs, not in any danger of snapping down on them, but still there. Ethan is distantly thankful to Aiden for all the workouts she makes him do with her as he sits up without being able to move his legs.
He lets his head fall forward and rest against the tip of Argus' nose. It's weird, feeling Argus run his tongue along his legs without actually being able to see it happen. Ethan tries to bend his legs at the knees, and gets them sucked straight in response.
Slowly, Ethan feels himself get sucked into Argus' mouth even further as the alien tips his head back. Gravity does half the work, and Ethan ends up being up to his hips inside Argus' mouth. He stares down at Argus, enjoying the rare moment of having a higher eye level than the alien. Argus quirks an eyebrow at him, and all Ethan can do is grin in response.
The corners of Argus' lips tug themselves up as Ethan smiles down at him. It's at an awkward angle now, but Ethan still leans forward and against Argus' nose. He's only able to hold the pose for a moment before Argus' mouth goes slack, and he's sucked in up to his shoulders, leaving his arms free as they frantically try to catch him.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're enjoying this," Ethan deadpans as he begins to feel gentle suction around almost his entire body.
Two fingers wiggle under his armpits and pull him out of Argus' mouth in one fell swoop, leaving a strand of spit connecting Ethan's legs to a pair of grinning lips, "Maybe just a little bit," Argus' grin widens even further, "You tasting good definitely doesn't hurt the experience."
Ethan rolls his eyes with a fond huff. In an attempt to ignore the cool air on his wet body Ethan tries to really take in Argus’ features. His shark-like teeth, his bright red eyes that always soften when Ethan smiles at him, his slightly too long tongue, and his way too soft blue-black hair. Something in the back of his mind whispers that the feelings he has for his friend aren’t entirely platonic, Ethan ignores them. Now isn’t the time.
He's pulled from his observations by Argus starting to lower him towards his open maw. Belatedly Ethan notices the way the pinks and reds of Argus' mouth fade into midnight blue further back into his mouth. Ethan wonders why he's never noticed that before.
Argus flicks his tongue against Ethan's dangling legs, causing them to tuck up against his body for a moment before they relax again. And then he lets go. Ethan yelps as he lands in Argus' mouth. His fall is cushioned by Argus' tongue, shifted in a way that keeps him from falling directly down the alien's throat. He looks up in time to see sharp teeth snap shut behind him with a small clack!
Ethan's gently crushed against Argus' hard palate as the "ground" shifts. The alien must've tipped his head forward since Ethan's no longer in any danger of slipping down Argus' throat. The tiniest rays of light stream through the miniscule gaps between Argus' teeth and lips, allowing Ethan to get a vague sense of his surroundings.
It's shockingly close to how an actual human mouth looks. Of course, that's ignoring the sharp teeth, too long tongue, and dark blue creeping up the back of Argus' throat. But still. Ethan sits up against the backs of Argus' teeth. Idly brushing his hands around his surroundings.
For a minute Argus' mouth is still, save for Ethan's casual touches, before the too long tongue surges forward. It curls around Ethan's waist, pulling him with it as it moves around. The gentle sucking starts up again, all the more intense from actually being inside.
Ethan squirms as he's moved around Argus' mouth. The sensation of being suckled on like a piece of candy is an interesting one to say the least. He's dragged across the backs of teeth, never in any danger of being bitten or cut, just pressed against them, and gently crushed against the roof of Argus' mouth. Despite not doing anything himself, it's a little exhausting.
It continues on like this for a while, the only thing keeping Ethan from drifting off being the constant movement. Eventually the tongue settles, letting him just lounge on it. He drags his hands along its smooth surface, quietly huffing out a laugh as it shifts along with his movements.
"R'dy?" comes Argus' almost slurred voice, still loud by virtue of Ethan's position, but almost incoherent for the same reason.
Ethan gently pats at the tongue, "As soon as you are, dude," he mumbles as he cuddles further into the tongue.
A soft hum fills the small space as the "ground" shifts back. Ethan doesn't resist as he starts to slide back towards Argus' throat. Just lets it happen. He doesn't struggle as he feels it start to suck him in either. Staying slumped against the back of the tongue as he sinks down.
Argus swallows once. And Ethan can faintly feel fingers pressing against him as he slowly descends. It isn't as crushingly tight as he thought it would be. Twice, and he assumes he's slipped past Argus' collarbones since the added pressure of his fingers is gone. It isn't all that uncomfortable, definitely not as soothing as the rest of the things Ethan has experienced in the last little bit, but it isn't bad.
With a small plop Ethan falls into Argus' stomach. He knows it's not really a stomach, after all, Argus has no need for one. Ethan isn't positive, but if he has to guess he'd say it's the same pretty blue-black that makes up Argus' body by default. Absentmindedly he runs his hands along the walls, letting his fingers dip into the grooves as he trails them along. It feels the same way the tongue did, unreasonably smooth and slightly damp.
Stumbling on the uneven ground Ethan finds what he hopes is the front wall. He slides down between two folds, letting his head thump back against the smooth surface. A moment later and he feels soft, slow rubbing against his back.
Ethan curls further into the pseudo massage. He tries to reciprocate the best he can. Kneading the walls around him. A strange almost clicking purr fills the air around him as he pets at them. He's heard Argus make a similar sound before, but never this intensely. Part of him chalks it up to him being inside Argus as opposed to out, but another part of him hopes it's actually more intense, that the alien is enjoying it just as much as he is.
The world around him shifts, causing Ethan to slip down even further to the “floor”. He lets himself flop against the wall again, starting up his kneading again. Silently he hopes he’ll get rubbed at too. As if hearing his thoughts Argus starts slowly rubbing at him again. With a content sigh Ethan leans more heavily into the stomach wall.
For the first time in a while Ethan feels completely and utterly safe. Not to say that he doesn’t feel safe whenever he’s with Argus, but like this, tucked away inside his best friend, nothing can get to him. There has to be at least several feet between Ethan and the outside world, and those several feet are made of his friend who would do anything to keep him safe. It’s nice.
“Mmmm...thanks, Argus,” Ethan whispers tiredly, his gentle kneading coming to a slow, “I owe ya one…”
The only response he gets is a particularly hard rub against his back. With a sleepy grin on his face Ethan pats the wall near his back before slipping down to lay at the bottom of the stomach. He lets his eyes drift shut as the gentle undulating of his surroundings rocks him.
It doesn’t take long for Ethan to completely drift off to sleep. Months of running on the minimum of sleep taking their toll. Warm and completely content. They’ll talk more about this later. About the implications and everything else, but for now they simply enjoy each other’s company.
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And I think I’m going to end it here! It won’t be the last time I write about Ethan and Argus (hell one day I wanna write out their whole story), but that’s all I have to say about their “first time” lol! Thanks for reading this I appreciate it more than you know!! Likes are nice, but reblogs are better! (and I always read the tags! they make my day!!)
