1 . Name: Lithe-Fider @ 2011-07-08 05:15

"Fimbriae"

Not like this kind of thing won’t be in the main “Dominique” fic eventually, but I was in the mood for gill and tentacle kink - so have some out-of-timeline Engineer and Tentaspy fun before I’m gone for the weekend. (I intend to deal more with the tenaspy’s innate instincts though in my story though, hon hon)

Warning – Named OC’s, overall they are ‘Tentaspy and Engineer’ (and consensual, le gasp!), but still, you’ve been warned.

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“Mon Amor? Ez everytheeng okay?”

“Ahh yea, heh...” A husky Texan voice answered.

It was not typical for your lover to have tentacles in place of legs...not typical for them to utter sounds that might occasional sound more animal than human, or flash deadly sharp teeth at you as they gasped in pleasure.

Maybe that’s what made the sex so incredible.

“Ahhhhggn...” Lance groaned as he was de-clothed with nimble tentacle tips, unlatching his overalls and pulling them down. The man was on hands and knees over a naked, lithe Frenchman – a former BLU Spy, but now renegade respawn experiment by the name of Dominique.

This was only the third time the tentaspy and engineer had been physically intimate, each time was a little more open and less awkward. Awkward because Lance was still getting used to that alien, squirmy feeling of the suckered limbs. They were EVERYWHERE. Always everywhere. But the sensation was more amazing with each passing exposure.

With bare skin to skin contact against those smooth, muscular tentacles, it was like their whole bodies were pleasure conductors. The engineer scooted downward, enjoying the other man’s cool, erect nipples and flat chest. His larger, rougher hands still were able to glide over the pale flesh, and his tongue did an even better job. He nipped at the spotted skin down the spy’s sides, marked like a fish, with a pale, bluish hue because of his blood color.

And it wasn’t just the markings and tentacles that made him fish like, quite obtusely adorning his torso was a pair of gills. Like open gashes in his sides on the bottom edges of his ribcage, fringed with deep red-purple filaments peeking out, rich with blood flow. They gently flapped even on land where they lay by the canals, for Dominique was keeping his lungs moist with periodic gulps of water, the liquid trickling down through passageways in his lungs and dripping out his gills. Lance thought it impractical his lungs had to be kept moist to work on LAND, but he didn’t seem built for extended land stay anyway. He was obviously designed for the water.

Dominique had never drawn attention to his gills before, he didn’t want to remind the engineer, whom he was thankful wanted him at all, of any more inhuman features than he had to. But there was Lance, staring right at them with the interest an engineer looks at any structure of complexity.

“What are you looking at now?” The spy chuckled, feeling the man pause.

“Besides having an elegantly simple structure, I never thought much about fish gills before...but yours, I wonder how they fit into your anatomy.”

Dominique would rather NOT think of such things, for it made him think of ‘dissections.’ Which no doubt was what BLU would do to him if they found him alive, “Don’t worry yourself too much, Mon Ami,” He rasped simply, stroking a tentacle up the length of the other man’s erection.

“AHhhhh,” Lance buckled, face falling right to the man’s chest, and dangerously close to those slits. In the way his whole body was feeling amazing as he was pleasured by the spy, he squirmed and started nipping and licking at anything he could get to. He was dangerously close; skirting those slits on his sides, but finally elicited a gasp from the spy as he got a soft-lipped lick to their edge.

Lance darted his eyes up to make sure he wasn’t hurting anything - the spy was there, looking quite pleased with almost closed eyes. He experimentally, gingerly, nuzzled his nose across the folds, and traced his wet tongue up just under the flap so it tickled against those blood-rich filaments. It was like pleasuring along the edge of the corona of a cock, or up under the foreskin, and he tried to treat it that way.

“OOhhhh!” Dominique arched into the touch, giving a myriad of low groans and animal like ‘churring’ noises, “Ahhh...ohh mon dieu....” He didn’t know quite what to say, other than words of encouragement for him to continue. It felt so GOOD. He knew they were sensitive but...it was like a tingle running all the way up him and straight to his groin.

“That feel nice?” The Texan questioned, glancing up for a moment.

“Eet does indeed, Nnnggg,” He gasped in deep sighs, gills flapping with each breath, “Those are very sensitive. And that can...translate into good feelings, oui.” A sharp toothed smile backed up his confidence in this.

The engineer didn’t need any more encouragement than that...he liked hearing the man’s husky, French-laced moaning, so anything to get it out was good. Not to mention he just enjoyed pleasing him.

Lance went on treating those specialized structures like they were the man’s equally unusual cock (which he could now feel rubbing up against his thighs...damn thing was 4 feet long and almost as nimble as his tentacles). He carefully licked, breathing hotly against them, eventually bringing his hand into the mix to play with the gills on his opposite side. Stroking and sucking, slowly and purposefully. He had a calculated, delicate touch, that one might expect more from a doctor then by the looks of the stout Texan, but fixing the inner workings of small geared machines required just a much dexterity and patience as sewing up heart valves and resetting bones.

He made the Frenchman squirm, tentacles curling like toes as he writhed with pleasure. Those tentacles rewarded his efforts with massaging waves over his ass and up his erection.

The engineer got even more into it, switching sides and gyrating his hips with the movements of the tentacles over his body. He kissed at the man’s navel, over his subtle abdomen muscles, wetly continuing back up to the sensitive slits, which gave fluttering twitches every time Dominique gasped when he hit an especially good spot.

With all that quickened breathing, Domi fumbled for his water flask and took a deep swig from it. Water trickled through his lungs and out where Lance was pleasuring his gills, fluffing up the damp fimbriae a bit.

“Mmmm,” Lance groaned, chuckling and pleased how this made his lover squirm. He could even begin to feel him tremble. The spy groaned, arching his back, and then dissolving into French curses and claws digging into the ground.

“Geezus,” Lance laughed into his abdomen, before gripping his strong arms up under him to squeeze and snog his whole torso, avoiding the gills of course. Domi had to support himself on his elbows under the ‘assault’, his mantle webbing flares and enveloped some of the Texan’s lower half. Large base suckers attached to anything they could reach.

Lance soon released the man and went back to grinding and mouthing against him.

With that tingle running up his body, the Spy cried out more as his nipples were bitten at. He bit his lip, twitching as he rode on a pleasure high. “Mon dieu ne vous arrêtez pas!!” He attempted to keep some kind of order to his tentacles and especially to those stroking his lover’s groin. Even in his random tentacle squeezing and writhing it still felt good to Lance.

He especially took notice as thin, probing tips nudged at his asshole, teasing him. “Domi,” The engineer groaned, “Shit, stop teasin’ me....If yer gonna fuck me do it...” His face showed it, he wanted it; he wanted to be fucked senseless. He emphasized this by fumbling around his inner thighs where he’d felt the other man’s cock. When it was found, he grasped it and gave a few slick, firm pumps.

The tentaspy didn’t need more than one invitation; He gave a raspy cry that sounded almost reptilian when he was jerked off. The engineer was rewarded with a gush of pre-cum that dripped down his fingers. Lance had been very impressed with how much the man could produce.

“Give me my ‘equipment’ back so I may make love to you properly, non?” He chuckled, pulling away his long, prehensile cock from Lance’s grasp. It was a deep shade of flushed red-violet at the tip, with no foreskin and a slightly pointed tip. The blood-rich color tapered off to muted bluish along its 4-foot length.

Soon he was teasing Lance again, hot dogging him. “Domi, please, geezus,” He was practically begging, lips against the spy’s neck.

Domi guided the stout man downwards commandingly, putting his face in front his gills with a hand behind his head – the spy didn’t even need to make the order, his expression quite undeniably crooned, ‘lick’.

After a glance, the engineer complied, nuzzling then stroking with his fingers on the lower slits, tongue licking at the upper. He groaned, giving a small vibration to his lips, as he heard Domi break out in more moaning and hip grinding.

His long erection snaked down briefly; their cocks rubbing on each other, but he soon slid upwards again, nudging inside Lance in one firm, slow push. The Texan groaned loudly from the stretch, but the intrusion was soon acclimated, and Domi was fucking him with increasingly deeper strokes, lubricated by those copious gushes of pre-cum.

Lance’s calculated movements got a bit erratic as they got more heated, his tongue flicking over the soft outer rim of the gills slits. It felt for a moment like he was teasing the tip of his cock with that flicking, was Dominique’s train of thought. He twitched and convulsed, the tight waves of sensation almost too much for him.

He eventually grasped up the man’s head, shoving his tongue down his throat about as heartily as his cock was doing inside him. A tentacle squeezed around Lance’s erection as he was ramming it into the thick suckers enveloping it.

Never did the engineer swear so much, thought Domi - but in this heated lovemaking with each thrust, the Texan grunted or cursed, dammit he was close! But with so much deep sensation it was going to be an intense orgasm, it would hit him hard and destroy all coherent thought in his mind. “Ahhh ahhh...dammit fuck...!! Ahh ahh aggnnn!!”

There was a deep cry from the tentaspy as he rimmed his orgasm then finally exploded, quite literally inside of the engineer, as he felt him convulse with pleasure. His tentacles seemed to fall limp for a moment like he was shot, and his spent lover did much the same, both men slowly twitching to life amid catching their breath. Domi’s breath’s were stammered and hoarse, but another swig of water and he was again gasping in a satisfied fashion.

“God Domi...jes...dammit...” Lance attempted to move but he just flopped right back down, head to the other man’s chest.

The spy chuckled, pleased with this arrangement. “Good, oui? But I theenk eet is you who stole ze show.”

They stayed there in post-sex exhaustion and bliss until otherwise prompted to move, which was about when Domi’s tentacles could stand to be back in the water again.

Dominique would have to remember those tricks his beloved engineer did to his gill fimbriae...for next time.