>>22 With things as they are you know it won't be smooth sailing, but at least they know each others feelings are genuine, that's a great start. >>24 Reading frenzy! Yea it IS a slow start but I like details, dual sword. Glad to have you on board! Comments/suggestions always welcome. >>25 I did indeed actually! You can tell by the dark circles under the eyes and the webbed hands with the fade/frills. I even had a flask: http://images.cosplay.com/big/31/3107070.jpg New chapter - Beta by Kuhzka..I really had fun with this part. [ Part 27 ] Two tentacles were entwined in the mesh lid, inspecting to make sure it really was safe, when the top popped open. They hung on, but let go as it fully extended - coiling back down and seeking purchase on the edges of the tank opening. It was unbelievably relieving to be face to face – Lance still looked so cautious. He couldn’t blame him though, not one bit. Lance eyed those special limbs with trepidation. “Do I frighten you?†The spy had to ask, much as it pained him. His voice was calm though. “I’d be lyin’ if I said I was fully at ease...but...no, I don’t believe you frighten me.†The Texan said truthfully, “It’s jes...so far out from anythin’ I know how to deal with.†“I am still a man, despite appearances,†the tentaspy said, “But...I indeed was worried you – anyone...would find me utterly repulsive. That even eef I could get close to someone, they couldn’t stand to ‘ave me touch them.†He sighed, looking over a curling tentacle there on the tank rim. The urge to touch the engineer was so strong, but he firmly anchored the appendages to the tank as a distraction. “Spah, if I found you repulsive, I’d not be here like this.†Lance was looking more and more relaxed, seeing it was safe having the lid open and them face to face. “Mon cheri, let me ease your nerves,†The spy crooned, leaning out beyond the confines of the tank slowly, carefully. The engineer didn’t recoil; he stood still, stiff as the tentaspy nuzzled into his rounded jaw. The other felt cool and damp on the surface, but surprisingly warm at the same time. The Texan groaned in a sigh, ohhh he felt nice. He reciprocated by leaning into the touch, and put up a strong hand to the other’s shoulder. Lance rested against the side of the tank, body shifting closer. His touch moved carefully up to Domi’s neck, and then to his wet hair. A vibration hummed through his ears – that deep purring sound was back. “Iz this alright?†The spy talked into the other’s skin, feeling over the texture of the Texan’s stubble with his smoother, angular face. “Yer jes fine,†the engineer whispered, relaxing more and more. Everything felt so good. It was quiet for a moment, but then a tingle shot through him as he felt wet, slow kisses to his collarbone. He bit his lip and strengthened his grip on the other’s hair. As receptive as the engineer was being, he could tell he was hesitant. ‘Just be patient Dominique,’ he told himself, ‘And if he doesn’t want to be closer to you than this, you’ll just have to accept that...it might be asking too much for him to accept the touch of your tentacles.’ But the engineer seemed to be quite amiable, groaning and leaning into the spy’s exploring mouth. Domi chuckled in his throat, easing the tension with some humor. “I wish that E-type ‘ad a backseat...then I could imagine you laid down across eet.†The reply was a surprisingly erotic moan, like that was actually rather sexy. ‘Humm...’ Domi smirked, kissing higher on Lance’s neck, ‘He sees machines as art, you know that...’. It was a little corny, but maybe all that mechanics talk really got to him. Creative thoughts quickly came to him - He whispered right into Lance’s ear, low and husky, talking about how he’d hug him closer than wind did on the aerodynamics profile of a Ferrari 250 GTO, or how they’d mesh better then the reciprocating motion of a Corvette Sting Ray’s engine. He then started throwing in French in-between, saying far naughtier things in his native tongue. It was like pure sex nibbling at his ear, and Lance groaned to show his arousal. Mechanics AND French? Was he dreaming? Spy had such a fucking sexy voice, low and commanding. His free hand gripped the side of the tank, smoothing over to Domi’s side. His groin pressed into the side of the glass, pressure building there. The warmth radiating in him was stalled by a squishy, slimy sensation that wrapped around his free hand. He reflexively pulled away from the tank edge. The tentacle that was eagerly exploring his forearm held firm, following with. Lance was not sure what to do, his first instinct was he wanted it OFF him, but he also remembered Domi saying the tentacles would never hurt him. It didn’t make the sensation any less alien. Domi pulled back to see what was going on, “Desole` ...†He apologized, and gave a look to the tentacle like he was scolding it, but he was really concentrating enough to consciously unstick it from something he very much wanted to touch. “No harm done,†The engineer drawled, watching the tentacle release and hover by the tank side, suckers pulling it along as it explored down the rim. “Jes surprised me. Feels all...hard to describe really.†He had a dual feeling. They fascinated him, but also frightened him; however, they were a part of the spy, like his legs were to him. They weren’t some animal without sentience behind them. Would he be so scared of another man’s legs? (Well, other men didn’t have slimy grabby suckers...) Lance reached out and tentatively stroked over the top of the tentacle. It contracted and arched into the touch, skin changing texture to something slightly bumpier. The limbs were soft but muscular. The tentaspy groaned in a sigh. “How much kin you feel through them?†Lance asked, full of curiosity. The arousal was sidelined, but kept bubbling in him like a low boil. “As much as arms and ‘ands, I can even taste, as well.†Domi replied, rolling the tentacle over to expose the suckers, which reached out for Lance’s fingers. They latched on and massaged along the digits. “Taste? Like a tongue?†The engineer was surprised to hear this. The feeling of the suckers tickled and his hand twitched against their motion. He then actively gripped back, cupping his hand around the limb with his thick thumb and forefinger. The limb curled right back. “Not as much as eating, but concentrating on one, I can taste a good amount, mostly with ze suckers,†he stated, like he wasn’t too ‘proud’ of such an aspect. But then the spy spoke more favorably, “Eet does feel nice to touch you, finally.†It had taken all his self control not to before that point. “Keeping them off you has been...not easy at times.†“I just didn’t think I was so irresistible.†Lance chuckled back. “It’s a whole ‘nother kind of touching, yea? Even so far, I’ve seen you bein’ awful cuddly.†He teased him, but he did not dislike this about him one bit. The Spy’s confidence and experienced air is something he found very attractive. But then after what he said, he imagined - cuddling with Domi, if they did so... FULL bodied, what that would entail. It would involve tentacles of course – eight of them. Suckers all over him, he would he be wrapped up like a fish in the grasp of an octopus. He tried to imagine what that could possibly feel like. As he let the tentacle coil up his arm now, the feeling was becoming less strange as he got used to it. But that was just one hand. “I admit...I’m a physical person.†The spy leaned on the tank edge, so he could plant a kiss to his lover’s cheek. “But so far you seem to be as well.†As they talked, a few more tentacles snaked up over the side of the tank. Lance eyed them. “I’d hope any hot-blooded Texan would be a physical man,†The other drawled, “Forgive me for makin’ the assumption, I always pictured you intellectual European types being so too.†“Hon hon! You mean faire la bise, oui? Ze stereotype us French get from ze ‘kiss kiss’ greetings or goodbyes.†He ducked under the water for a wet breath, then came up and demonstrated, giving a brushing kiss, but mostly to the air, to each side of the Texan’s face. “Ahh yea, that! That’s part of it.†“Understandable, but such a custom is not used as intensely as outsiders think, but eet is indeed commonplace.†“Seems like such a romantic place, full of sophistication, France and all. I’ve always wanted to visit.†The Spy lit up, like he was remembering fondly. “Oh there iz nothing more I’d want to do then to give you a grand tour. I’ve been so many places... I can’t lie, Europe can be a lovely place. Though from pictures I’ve seen America can be too, I just ‘ave not seen more than New York City, and zhis middle of nowhere base.†He sighed. “Just...well now...†He gave a look to the tentacle working its way up Lance’s arm. “Going back or giving anyone a tour would be nigh impossible.†“Oh Spah.†The Texan sighed, realizing how the topic might not have been a good idea. They only had so much time before 9 am rolled around, about an hour to go now...he didn’t want to leave the man sad. “I bet there is some way you could.†Lance replied, and it was his turn to lean in, “It’s mighty terrible seeing your face fall like that, though I’ll admit I would love to hear about what you’ve seen and done.†“I’ll tell you sometime, oui. Anything you like,†the Spy said, still sounding somber. But his tone changed as his favored Engineer pet his free hand behind his neck, and gave him a slow, strong kiss. Domi groaned into his touch, squeezing the other hand where the tentacle was coiled. It was hard to describe how lovely it was to feel connected like that, touching with his hands up around the Texan’s back, and then with a tentacle to his flesh. It was kind of overwhelming, and a rattling sound came out of him as they continued kissing. Tentacles curled up against his conscious control, he was just too distracted to stop them, and his brain was singling ‘embrace’ as his arms were doing, the tentacles followed. Lance jerked for a moment when the cool, wet, heavy strength of four tentacles wrapped around his torso. As they warmed against his body, he relaxed again, not missing a beat in their lip wrestling. He groaned, half confused and half aroused. It was so strange, the sensation...he couldn’t even place or compare it to anything he knew. Suckers gently gripped at his shirt, only able to get good purchase where they met flesh around his shoulders. Thankfully he wasn’t that ticklish, even so, where they ghosted his armpit hair it made him twitch. Feedback poured into the spy’s brain; contact, so much contact. He should have removed the limbs once he realized it...but he didn’t want to, he pulled the engineer close as he could, their hips both mashed into the tank’s wall. Lance seemed alright, he could tell if he was in distress, yes? And it wasn’t long after, Dominique could smell a wafting of arousal; yes he was enjoying this, he smelled so good. “Geezus.†The Texan gasped as they came up for air. He watched Domi’s head loll back for a moment, soon after snapping forward inhaling with an animalistic growl and cuddling him closer. He allowed the other to lick down his chin, all the way around. Lance tilted his head back so the spy could suck on his neck and throat. He grinded his groin into the front of the tank, his throbbing erection making his hips twitch. He needed it now, there was no turning back. “Domi,†he gasped, shortening his name down, “Fuck...dammit...†“You smell so good.†The other growled, ghosting his sharp teeth against his shoulder. The tentaspy reeled, biting his own lip to snap some reality back into his brain. Blood dripped off the broken flesh, iron and copper hitting his tongue as he licked and mouthed against Lance again. Better his own blood then Lance’s...“T...tell me, tell me if I go too far...†He was grinding his hips against the tank side, shuddering as he was drunk with pleasure. “O...okay,†Lance said vaguely, “Jes touch me please, you’re driving me crazy.†Domi reached down an arm, but it was highly awkward to try and get to the engineer’s groin in the position they were in and angling over the tank side. He abandoned that quickly, reaching hands up under his tank top instead... ...and probing a tentacle down the waistband of his pajama pants. Lance yelped with surprise, twitching more uncontrollably. He held around the damp tentaspy’s body, like he was hanging on for dear life, feet on tip toe on the stool as he was lifted up by the other’s strength. At first his legs clamped together at the intrusion, but as that soft tentacle tip bristled through his pubic hair, and then down his shaft...he loosened a bit, and away from the tank side. The tentacle had full access, in that he had no underwear on under those red PJ’s. The appendage coiled around him like a snake, massaging in waves as it worked its way to his cock’s head, where the nimble tip burrowed into his foreskin and pulled it back the rest of the way. “Ahhh!†He gripped his hands harder around the spy. “God dammit that’s weird...†“I concur...†Domi gasped back. He knew he had delicate control of his limbs, but it was the strangest thing to be there petting his hands over the other’s nipples while he had touch feedback from the third source where he was jerking him off. He could taste his pre-cum, it made Domi pause in a crossing of nerves and smack his tongue against his teeth with mouth agape, searching for the flavor. He just was too lost in what he was doing to have asked before he did it. The aware part of his mind reasoned Lance would speak up if something was wrong. He’d told him to after all... “You want me to stop?†“Don’t stop...!†Lance pleaded, almost cutting him off. It was weird and making him twitch, but it was melting into a GOOD weird. The heat in him was helping immensely. He spread his legs a little wider and then felt the thicker, trailing part of the probing tentacle cup around his balls, giving pulsing squeezes. A second tentacle pulled down the pants, just enough to catch under his ass and expose his wanting erection. Domi wanted to SEE this...just to confirm what he was doing. This was new to him as it was to Lance (as much as he’d fantasized doing so in his mind). It also allowed extra freedom of movement. Lance leaned over, head dipped, into Domi’s embrace. This let his cock have more room away from the glass as his ass was jutted backwards. He bucked his hips, tip toes digging into the stool. The tentacle stayed with him, squeezing his length and using his precum and its own slimy like coating as a lubricant. “Dammit dammit...†Lance gasped, fingers gripping his lover tight. “Oui, oui....that’s eet...†Domi crooned, face buried in the engineer’s scalp. Lance didn’t know it, but he was nursing his own erection too at that moment, moving with him. A growl rumbled out of his throat. The pace quickened and it crashed Lance over the edge. His toes and fingers curled just like the tentacles, legs locking and hips bucking as he came. His semen dripped down the tank glass as he fell limp. It took a few extra moments for Domi to then concentrate on his own orgasm, but it wasn’t hard to convulse himself into a frenzy and cry out with pleasure. It was during the crescendo of the other’s orgasm so it blended in. Lance could feel Dominique’s hard breathing and heart beating fast – so he could imagine he hit a high as well...he was too blown to think about it until Domi slid out of his grasp to wet his lungs. “Nnnnnn,†The Texan was limp, leaning his head on his arms. He heard how the other’s breathing was smooth when he came up again. “I’m guessing you enjoyed that?†“You seemed to,†The spy replied, nuzzling in a kiss, “Oui, you make ze most lovely groans.†“You doing all th’ work again...can’t I do somethin’ for you?†“I am quite pleased right now, don’t worry...but I’ll take you up on that offer next time.†He looked very pleased to hear the other wanted to do anything to him – but then his stomach growled quite loudly. The medic had barely been feeding him, and now after all that exertion... “Geezus, the medic feedin’ you?†Lance heard that easily, “Hey, I know, want me to sneak you somethin’ to eat?†“That actually that sounds like a very good idea.†Domi agreed with a thankful grimace, “Do we ‘ave time?†The clock on the wall read 8:25, they indeed had time. “It’ll jes take a sec,†Lance jumped down and pulled his pants up. He motioned to close the tank’s lid, “Jes in case someone comes in,†He said, locking it and putting the field back on. Domi nodded, looking at him through the thick wire with affection, then through the plexiglass watching the short Texan sneak out. There were leftovers from the other night in the fridge – cooked chicken and baked potatoes. The chicken was dry but some BBQ sauce fixed that. Lance turned around from his butt sticking out of the open fridge, and his nose hit right into a RED pinstriped vest.