Rating:

Explicit

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Super Junior

Relationship:

Yesung/Ryeowook

Tags:

tentacles

Stats:

Posted on:

2012-10-09

Words:

2,080

Ryeowook doesn’t know where he is but suddenly he opens his eyes and he’s underwater. His first instinct is to, well, go up and get some oxygen because it’s rather difficult to breathe when you’re surrounded by water. But there is no surface, no light from above–the only light comes from somewhere to the left, and he doesn’t even know if there’s air there.

But that’s his best bet because what the fuck is he doing here and how the fuck is he going to get out of here so, without question, he starts swimming toward the lightest part of the sea? lake? that he can see.

Thankfully his instincts pay off because several seconds later he’s in a dimly lit sea cavern, gasping for breath. His hair is sticking to his face, a little bit annoying, but he’s alive and, well, breathing.

He hears a slithering suddenly–and stops moving. A snake, he thinks, immediately. An underwater sea serpent. Who lives here and is about to eat him. Swimming here was a bad idea, he reiterates in his mind, because there’s no way, no way he’s going to survive now–

“Hello?” says a voice which sounds entirely human, and Ryeowook turns around. Instead of seeing a snake–or even a snake-like animal–he sees a dark-haired man, who’s a bit taller than him. In the dim cavern Ryeowook thinks his skin might look a pale green but he can’t be sure.

“Um,” says Ryeowook. “Hi, I–I don’t know what I’m doing here,” he confesses. “I don’t even know what I’d been doing in the water–in the ocean out there–” he points to the shore and then the tunnel from which he’d just climbed “–in the first place, either, and I don’t mean to intrude but please don’t hurt me or anything–”

The man smiles. “Hurt you? I won’t,” he says. “What’s your name?” His eyes seem gentle and Ryeowook has good instincts, so he knows he can trust this man.

“Ryeowook,” he says.

“I’m Yesung,” says the man. He takes Ryeowook’s hand and kisses it, and Ryeowook nearly jumps back in surprise.

“Um,” says Ryeowook. “Do you do that to all the humans who appear in your cave, or–”

Yesung laughs and it rings in the cave, melodious. “A human has never appeared here before, Ryeowook,” he says. “And I am no human, either–”

Before Ryeowook can get a chance to ask him what he means by that, Yesung takes his hand again–but instead of kissing it, like he’d done before, he pulls Ryeowook in and instead kisses him on the lips. Ryeowook squeaks and tries to wrench himself out of Yesung’s grasp, but Yesung’s grip on his arm is strong and his other tentacle is firm at the back of his head–

Wait. Tentacle?

Ryeowook finds the strength to pull away, finally, but when he gets a good look at Yesung, all he sees are fingers and hands and arms. All normal, human body parts.

“What?” says Yesung, cocking his head to the side. “Did you not like it?”

“Not–” Ryeowook splutters. “I don’t know where you come from, but where I come from, men don’t just kiss each other out of the blue!”

“I am no man,” says Yesung. He looks amused.

“Then what are you?”

“I have no name, no label.” Yesung still has that smile on his face, coming towards Ryeowook, and Ryeowook feels trapped because it’d be impossible for him to leave this place–just the cavern, and the water. “I do what I like and take as I please. And right now, Ryeowook, I would like to take you.”

“I-I’m sorry, but that can’t–” Ryeowook bites his lip and shakes his head. “Um, that might not be a good idea–”

“Why not? You’ve already proven yourself delicious.” When did Yesung get so close? Ryeowook doesn’t recall being backed up against the wall but suddenly Yesung’s face is centimeters from his and Ryeowook has nowhere to run beyond the stone wall.

“I’m not,” Ryeowook laughs nervously. “Surely I’m not that delicious or–or whatever–”

Yesung cuts him off by kissing him, and Ryeowook tries to protest again, though muffled. Ryeowook expects Yesung to force him, to just–do whatever and get it over with, but Yesung’s tongue presses gently against Ryeowook’s lips and coaxes them apart, brings out Ryeowook’s own tongue until Ryeowook finds his eyes closing and his mouth reciprocating to Yesung’s, and then he’s exploring Yesung’s own mouth, hot and wet like this cavern–

He’s holding onto Yesung’s shoulders because well if I’m going to do this in here I might as well enjoy it, right? and Yesung’s gripping his hips, and then suddenly Ryeowook is sure, definitely sure that he feels a tentacle wander into his trousers and slaps Yesung away.

“What?” says Yesung, but he can’t hide it now–his arm has turned into a slimy light green tentacle and Ryeowook falls over, gaping.

“I–” says Ryeowook. “What the fuck are you?”

“I told you, I have no name,” says Yesung. “This is who I am.” He wiggles his tentacle.

“Did you,” says Ryeowook, his voice trembling just a little bit. “Did you do that by will?”

“No,” says Yesung. “I transform when I am high in emotion, or lustful.” He reaches out to Ryeowook with the single tentacle, and even though Ryeowook tries crawling away, Yesung manages to pull him in. “Don’t tell me that you don’t like me because of this,” he whispers against Ryeowook’s ear.

“N-No, of course not,” says Ryeowook, and he feels like he should be scared, but the tentacle is inching its way up his arm and, well, heat is pooling at his stomach and fuck this shouldn’t be turning him on. “I–It’s just bizarre, that’s all.”

“I hope it’s bizarre in a good way,” says Yesung, smiling at him, and Ryeowook tries to smile as well. Yesung goes to kiss him again and his tentacle, which is much longer than his arm had been, is slipping into his trousers and Ryeowook is gasping a little as it skims over his bare skin, cool and wet.

“Yeah,” says Ryeowook, when they break apart again, and he’s sweating and holding onto Yesung as tight as he can because Yesung is all that’s holding him up now, one hand steady under one of Ryeowook’s thighs.

Yesung quirks his eyebrows. “Yeah what?”

“In a good way, it–” Ryeowook swallows. “It is.”

Something dark overtakes Yesung’s gaze and he takes Ryeowook in with his mouth, sucking, drinking him whole. Ryeowook moans against his lips and it certainly doesn’t help when a tentacle has found his dick and is rubbing it, wet and slippery and Ryeowook can feel the suction from each of the little cups popping off and on, his heat increasing. He gasps and arches his head back and Yesung murmurs, “Not yet.”

“Not yet? Not yet–what?” says Ryeowook, because god this is pushing it and he feels so full that he’s gonna come–

“I need to take your virginity first,” Yesung murmurs.

Even in the intensity, Ryeowook feels his cheeks go aflame at Yesung’s words. “I-I’m not,” he stammers, “I’m not a virgin.”

“Really?” Yesung’s pulled back and looking at him with a grin. “Because another thing about me that doesn’t make me human is that I can detect virginity. And you, Ryeowook,” he says, and Ryeowook shivers when Yesung says his name, and especially when Yesung leans over so that their noses are touching and Ryeowook is staring deep into his eyes. “You reek of pureness,” Yesung whispers.

“I,” starts Ryeowook, but then Yesung’s tentacles–because the other arm has transformed as well–take off Ryeowook’s pants–and then suddenly Yesung’s not wearing any clothes either and then all Ryeowook can see are tentacles, tentacles instead of hands and arms and feet, and–

And then one of the long tentacles is lifting Ryeowook up so that his bare ass and dick are on display for Yesung to see, because Yesung still has his head and body. And he still has–or at least, has regrown–a new pair of arms, which look like human arms except slimier and greener with scales. Yesung calls out, “You’ve made me come out into my true form,” and Ryeowook would respond, except the tentacle that is holding him up is wrapped around his mouth and fuck this shouldn’t be happening, except it is and it feels so, god, and Ryeowook looks at the tentacles and doesn’t want to think of what they’re going to do to him to ruin the surprise.

“Oh, Ryeowook,” Yesung says again, and the tentacle around Ryeowook’s mouth brings him close to Yesung until they’re face to face with each other. “This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way,” Yesung mutters, and Ryeowook would think it embarrassing except then one tentacle enters his ass and it’s wet and shocking and big, and Ryeowook nearly gags as he falls forward, tears springing into his eyes as the tentacle moves around inside of him.

He looks at Yesung and sees that his eyes are glazed, even though he’s not moving, not doing anything as the single tentacle thrusts into him, teasing every spot. “Do you like this?” Yesung asks, and Ryeowook doesn’t know why he’s asking since Yesung’s practically forced him into everything–but Ryeowook nods, yes, because the tentacle is stretching him more and more and god, he feels so full despite the pain.

And then he feels another, the head of another tentacle teasing away at his entrance, and Yesung is watching his every move as Ryeowook tries to cry out against the tentacle that’s covering his mouth; then that tentacle unwinds itself and sticks itself into Ryeowook’s mouth and Ryeowook gags, and then sucks, like he’s sucking Yesung’s cock (he might as well be, because at least one of these tentacles is Yesung’s cock anyways), and the tentacle responds, wriggling in Ryeowook’s mouth like it’s Yesung’s tongue. And when Ryeowook looks at Yesung again, he can’t tell if Yesung is watching his face, or his ass, with the two tentacles fucking him relentlessly, and he pushes back against them, moving his hips and sweat is beading at his forehead and his lip and he tries to lick his saliva agains the tentacle in his mouth, ready to come–

He feels a wet warmth near his ass cheeks, and then it’s spreading all inside of him and he comes too, whimpers against the saltiness that’s splashing onto his tongue. Yesung groans somewhere in front of him but Ryeowook has his eyes squeezed shut, so he can only imagine–Yesung, with his tentacles all over the place, biting his bottom lip, dark eyes lowered in a regret that he’s not watching Ryeowook. Ryeowook comes longer than he usually does when he’s back at home, jerking off to magazines of girls with large breasts and teasing thongs, because this–this is so much better.

When he opens his eyes again, he feels a bit sticky and Yesung lets him go, gently places him on the cavern ground. Ryeowook expects him to at least wait until he’s calmed down a little, but even though most of Yesung’s tentacles are disappearing right now, he takes two–most likely not the ons that had entered him–and uses them to wipe along Ryeowook’s ass cheeks, of the–come?–that’s leaking out.

“Yesung,” Ryeowook mutters, because the feeling of tentacles anywhere near back there–oh god, and he’s getting hard again. Yesung takes his tentacles away and sees Ryeowook’s dick, and grins.

“You’re easy to please, aren’t you?” he says.

“‘m not,” Ryeowook mutters, feeling his cheeks warm.

“Sure you are,” says Yesung, and his tentacles turn into arms again until he looks like nothing but an ordinary human being again. Even though that’s far from the truth. Yesung brings him close and Ryeowook reluctantly gives into his hold, because he’d never been fucked by a man before.

“What do you say you stay here with me for a while?” Yesung offers. “I can cook you shrimp and fish. And we can do that again.”

“… okay,” says Ryeowook, because mention of that is just–his stomach turns into blind heat and he wants more. He shakes his head to at least distract him from the thought. “But I gotta get home sometime, you know that, right?”

“Okay,” Yesung agrees, and he smiles, and Ryeowook thinks he’s the type of guy he’d like to bring back to land with him when he leaves and he can show him his apartment and the little notches of the kitchen and then make a pool to keep in the backyard, just for Yesung.