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CYOA – Chapter 21 – Life And Death Situations
🕑 Added 2020-06-19 07:58:49 +0000 UTCLúcio plays with Gabriel... Or does Gabriel play with Lúcio?
warnings: sexual content
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Lúcio has taken a copy of Jesse’s results with him just so he could stare at them some more while doing his usual walk back home.
It would be faster to use an uber of course, and most nights he would use it just so he would get faster back home to Gabriel, but he also enjoys the quiet of the sea and the clean air as he made his way into the outskirts of the urban area.
“Your DNA… it’s not really human anymore.”
His own words kept echoing in his head. He stared at the paper in his hands, thumbs brushing softly over the few lines that showed how Jesse’s biological make up had changed significantly from that of a regular human being.
Hanzo who had accompanied him had looked mildly interested but like his thoughts were somewhere else entirely. Like he had wanted to get back out of the lab as soon as possible. Maybe he felt that his kind has not been treated very well in their walls.
Or maybe something was waiting outside. The siren call of the sea?
Jesse had been a lot more focused than his companion. Seeing them together so far from the water – Hanzo even wearing Jesse’s clothes – had been a shock of course, but one that had taken a backseat once Jesse had told him about the fascinating new developments concerning his ability to… breathe underwater.
Lúcio comes to a standstill and stares at the papers in his hands. There was so much to digest, and he has no idea what was the most pressing issue of them all.
Jesse’s face keeps swimming into the forefront of his mind. He had looked absolutely gutted when he told him the results of the tests. Scared too. As well he might be. Lúcio tries to imagine how he would feel in his shoes. Would he be just as scared? Or would he… like it?
The thought of becoming like Gabriel is… not as terrifying as it should have been. He’s thought often about grabbing an oxygen tank and diving into Gabriel’s tank for the half hour it would last. He is sure Gabriel would thoroughly enjoy the company and attention that would give him.
Maybe they could even go out into the sea and life where Gabriel would be able to properly swim once more. Lúcio would be there to watch out for him, so his missing tentacles wouldn’t be too much of an issue and-
Lúcio blinks at the papers in his hands. He very slowly folds them, ignoring how his shaking hands make them rustle. He puts them into his pocket and keeps on going, feeling weirded out by his own vivid fantasies.
Jesse needs help. This isn’t the time to… daydream about running away with Gabriel. Yet on the other hand… what could he do? It is not like he can revert whatever is happening to Jesse’s organism. He has no idea how something like it can be even possible in the first place.
By the time he fishes his keys out of his pocket and unlocks his front door, his head is aching, and the giddy anticipation that had filled him from thinking about being able to swim with Gabriel has made place for an ashen taste in his mouth.
He puts the papers down on the little table right beside the door where they will stay for the rest of the night. He listens in on whether he can hear Gabriel in the living room, but there’s no gentle water lapping of water or the rustling of someone moving against fabric.
All the little hairs along Lúcio’s arms stand on end. For a moment, his breath catches and his heartbeat spikes dramatically as he wonders what he would do if he stepped into the living room and Gabriel simply wasn’t… there.
Then the overhead speakers gently crackle to life and he almost collapses like a puppet with its strings cut.
Gabriel’s deep, silky voice curls down to him in a purr: “I want to play… I’ve been very good today.”
Lúcio closes his eyes and breathes deeply. When he opens them again he realizes he is clutching the edge of the little side table hard enough to hurt. He slowly lets go and kneads his fingers.
“Yeah? You’ve been good?” he calls out, his voice a little scratchy from the beginnings of a panic attack that is slowly dissipating. He slips out of his shoes while he listens to Gabriel’s voice from overhead.
“Very good,” he purrs. It feels like fingers gently scratching along Lúcio’s spine. He smiles a little and wipes a hand over his face, breathing deeply and shaking out his limbs to get the last of the uneasiness out of his system before he makes his way finally into the living room.
He looks around, but can’t find Gabriel anywhere. It does make his heart flutter nervously but since he’s heart Gabriel over the loudspeakers he knows he has to be somewhere around here.
“Where are you?”
“Seek me,” Gabriel croons. Who would have thought how playful he could be? Since Lúcio has started to actually work with him and keep him nice and occupied, Gabriel has shown him facets of himself that he had not thought existed.
It is… exciting. It makes him wonder just how much more is hidden inside the octopus hybrid. Just what he could tickle out of him yet.
“So you are hiding from me?” he asks as he wanders through the living room, peeking behind furniture, and even behind the curtains even though he knows for a fact that a man of Gabriel’s size couldn’t possibly manage anything like it. Still, he knows from experience just how intelligent Gabriel is… and how capable to get out of whatever place he does not want to be in.
“Maybe,” Gabriel responds. Even through the speaker system Lúcio can tell just how smug the octopus hybrid is. “I have a present for you.”
“A present?” Lúcio says immediately, feeling flustered and surprised. What kind of present could Gabriel have for him? He couldn’t go out of here. He didn’t have any money. “What kind of present?”
“Seek me,” Gabriel just says again. Lúcio’s heartbeat picks up. He feels so giddy; almost in a childlike way as he makes his way through his house to look for a six foot tall scarred man.
When he finds him, Gabriel isn’t much hidden at all. He’s right smack dab in the middle of Lúcio’s bed, his big fist around his big cock, the tapered head of it a dark shiny red. As Lúcio watches, standing in the doorframe and staring with his mouth slightly hanging open, Gabriel slowly squeezes down again, and more wetness seeps out from between his fingers, as if teased out from the suckers Lúcio knows line its underside.
“You didn’t even try to hide,” he says softly. He tries to sound strict, but Gabriel does not look chastised at all. He is staring at Lúcio with his big dark eyes, fist slowly pulling down on his cock until he can show the wet glint of it off.
Lúcio slowly licks his lips. He almost wants to close the door behind him like he does whenever he masturbates, feeling strangely shy at the thought of Gabriel overhearing the wet slide of his fist along his cock but… that’s not necessary anymore, is it?
“You want to play?” he asks softly. He hasn’t trussed Gabriel up in a couple days, waiting for him to ask for it. Gabriel blinks slowly. He takes his hand away from his cock, letting it stand there proudly jutting into the air, the silky foreskin bunched in folds around the base, suckers looking wet and like they’d feel so impossibly good popping one by one into Lúcio.
“I don’t,” comes the gentle croon from above. Lúcio bites the tip of his tongue, coming closer slowly.
“No? What then?”
His bedsheets look mussed, he realizes. Like Gabriel has been rolling over them for a few hours now. Waiting. Dragging himself over Lúcio’s bed to drown in his smell as he slowly got hard and desperate.
“No play this time,” Gabriel rasps over the speakers. His face looks naked and open as he stares at Lúcio with a desperation that startles him. He sits up slowly, his stump restlessly shifting over the bed. When he speaks next, he is using his mouth proper which never fails to pluck a secret little cord in Lúcio. “I just want you… please.”
He shouldn’t. Oh, he really shouldn’t. They shouldn’t. Gabriel has been… entrusted to him. He should not…
Gabriel is reaching for him, curling his big hands slowly around his forearms and almost lifting him onto the bed. He rolls, burying Lúcio beneath his large body, nose rubbing against Lúcio’s cheek. He cuddles like a puppy… or maybe a kitten. His erection is pressing against Lúcio’s leg, big and warm and distracting even through the fabric separating them.
Gabriel humps slowly, hips hunching as he drags his suckered cock against Lúcio’s thigh. He can practically feel all that delicious pre-cum soaking into him. The air smells thick and salty and warm; kind of like the sea but not.
He curls his arms around Gabriel’s shoulders and holds on for the ride, letting him rub up on him and nuzzle into his throat without giving him any orders for now. It feels good to just lie there and let himself be overwhelmed by a big, amorous hybrid.
“If you scratch me,” Lúcio whispers against Gabriel’s ear, his implant digging into Lúcio’s cheek, “would I become like you?”
His body is thrumming, thighs spreading to let Gabriel’s broad hips slip between them and let him hump right up against his crotch. After just a second, though, the movement stops and Gabriel lifts his head, his dark eyes staring quietly at Lúcio, mouth opening a little to show rows of sharp teeth.
“What?” he whispers softly, his sharp claws lightly brushing between the rows of tightly braided hair. It makes goosebumps break out over Lúcio’s body like snow raining down on him starting from his scalp.
“Jesse,” Lúcio says softly, body tight and hot and singing from being crushed into the bed by Gabriel. “He is becoming like Hanzo. Like… the hybrid that has injured him. He’s changing. His body is.”
Gabriel is staring at him mutely, seemingly frozen in time if it were not for his fingers keeping up their slow, hypnotizing petting. When he does not respond, Lúcio reaches up and frames his face in his palms, thumbs slowly sweeping over his cheekbones.
“Would I change? If you hurt me?” he asks softly, heart thumping fast and fierce in his chest.
Gabriel blinks slowly.
“I do not know,” he replies slowly. He is not speaking through the overhead system, the implant on his temple remaining dark. His voice so close is doing things to Lúcio that has his insides curling up into complicated patterns. He doesn’t know if what he is feeling is giddy, stupid anticipation or fear. He can feel himself getting drawn in rapidly even though Gabriel is not trying to manipulate him into anything this time.
“Would you like to change? Become like me?” Gabriel asks back. When has he learned to speak so perfectly? Why has Lúcio never been as aware of it as now, staring into his deep, dark eyes, getting crushed into the bed by his heavy body?
His fingers curl, short nails digging into Gabriel’s skin. He slowly drags down, scratching stripes over his back, and watching the hybrid just accept the pain that comes from it. Revelling in it even, if his eyes fluttering shut and his lip curling is anything to go by.
“I don’t know,” Lúcio lies.
Gabriel’s eyes open at that and he stares at him. Lúcio has a feeling that he knows he’s just been lied to, but for some reason he lets Lúcio get away with it. He does get excited, though, hips resuming their humping grind with more fervor, digging in until it aches deliciously.
Lúcio hisses through his teeth, head falling back, showing off the line of his throat as he curls his legs tighter around Gabriel’s hips and humps up against him in turn. Letting him rut him through his clothes like a teen.
“Good… good… goodgoodgood,” Lúcio gasps out, starting to slur as the deep grinds hurt his cock so perfectly. He’s never been into pain, but he’s also never gotten crushed like this. It makes it difficult to breathe. Dark spots are exploding in front of his eyes, and the tips of his fingers begin to prickle as if his arms are in danger of falling asleep.
He really wants to somewhat squeeze his hand between them and curl it around Gabriel’s slippery cock, tease the silky little suckers with his thumb, but Gabriel is crushing him so deep into the bed that he doesn’t think a sheet of paper would even fit between them at this point.
“T-Tell me-” Gabriel gasps suddenly, his silky voice so close to Lúcio’s ear making him feel like he’s under an electric current, body going taut, heart seemingly stopping for a few beats before resuming a frantic tattoo against his ribcage.
Gabriel doesn’t continue, but Lúcio knows what he wants anyway.
“Good boy,” he whispers, and Gabriel is off like a shot; the big, muscled man trembling through his orgasm and leaving Lúcio feel like a god himself.
He lets him go through it, petting down his back and cupping his head, crooning at him sweet praise until he can nudge him over. The bed bounces under the weight of this mountain of a man flopping down onto his back.
Lúcio crawls over him and straddles one of Gabriel’s thick thighs, rutting against it through his clothes and chasing his own orgasm. He’s staring at Gabriel’s mouth; the sharp teeth he can see there. His hands, curled like cute kitten paws and topped with dangerous claws.
Would Lúcio change if Gabriel slashed at him?
Would he?
Would he?
He can fumble his cock out of the confines of his clothes, somehow. It isn’t that he would particularly mind blowing his load warm and creamy into his underwear, but the thought of marking Gabriel is suddenly at the very forefront of his brain. It is impossible not to follow along.
Gabriel lies there, sweet as a kitten. A predator waiting to see what is going to happen. Glad to follow Lúcio’s lead along. Glad to do anything Lúcio asks of him.
His dark eyes flick down the second Lúcio gets his hand around his cock, nostrils flaring and mouth becoming slack as he stares at the way Lúcio’s thumb swirls over the wet tip, dragging over it again and again in quick succession as he focuses his attention on the sensitive nerve endings there, leaving the rest of his shaft alone.
He looks down, heated gaze sliding off of Gabriel’s fascinated, open face and just staring at the broad expanse of his plump chest while he drags his balls against his thigh and polishes the swollen tip of his cock against his palm.
Lúcio takes his hands away when he comes. He does not moan or shout, but he breathes in sharp little exhales as stars explode in his vision, half obscuring the sight of his cum splashing in thick streaks over Gabriel’s body.
Marking him.
Like Lúcio wants to be marked.
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Louis replays the footage again and again. Miller is somewhere at his elbow, staring at the screen as well. The robot had given them some good pictures, but what they were seeing was simply… impossible.
“Those are the… aren’t those the test subjects?!”
Miller is clawing the back of Louis’ chair hard enough to jostle him around as he leans forward, eyes glued to the screen.
“They are, aren’t they?! They got legs?!”
His voice is cracking right into Louis’ ear, making him wince and pull his head away.
“Yes…” he murmurs, staring at the back of the naked man hugging some other man. There was no mistaking it. Those were the test subjects. They’ve been right outside their gates and Louis hadn’t known a single thing about it.
His hand slowly curls into a fist.
“What’s that? Aren’t you surprised?” Miller turns to stare at him, his face pale and mouth slack from seeing the creatures out and about, walking on land.
Louis grunts and shakes his head.
“Of course I’m surprised. How the Hell did they manage to get out of the water?”
It’s only show, of course. As he stares at them he remembers his own little excursion to the pier. How it had felt as the water had pushed against the sudden webbing that had formed. He reaches over, pressing his hand against the still faintly aching wounds, then rolls his shoulders.
“We gotta start doing this in shifts. If the monsters have a means to get out of the water now they will do so again soon I assume. I want to get the drop on them. The way this one walked it looked like they’re not really used to being outside, at least. Fishes out of water. Literally.”
Miller slowly nods along, his eyes once again glued to the screen.
