Kraken (12 page)

Cy’s hands stroked his back, and he grasped the hem of Will’s shirt, lifting it up, and pulling it over Will’s head as the suckered arms fell away from Will’s hair. He let his head loll to one side, so warm and comfortable and happy with Cy here, touching him, caring for him.

“Come on, love, let’s get these off you.”

Something tugged at his jeans, and then they were around his ankles. Will giggled to himself as he wondered how he was supposed to lift one leg at a time to get them off. Cy solved the problem by lifting him easily with the arm around his waist, pulling the jeans away. A soft warm grip encased each ankle, pulling his legs wide, before he was placed back down on the porch.

“That’s my boy,” Cy said. Will loved to hear him say the words, to know he was completely his, that he was wanted, cherished.

Something touched Will’s anus, feeling cool and slippery. He squirmed, and felt a grip on his hair, keeping him bent over forward.

“Good boy. That’s it. So lovely for me.”

A tendril probed Will, pushing inside. Will caught his breath. Was something wrong? But Cyrus was here. Cyrus loved him. Cy’s warm embrace encompassed him, and Will let himself relax into it.

“It’s just me, love. Just you and me in the moonlight, in our home.” A soft touch skated over the back of his neck, and an arm wrapped gently, oh so tenderly, around his neck. The tip of a tentacle presented itself at his mouth, and the sweet aroma filled his mind. Will stilled, quieted, then lapped at it, working his tongue between the firmer suckers to find the soft velvet skin beneath.

There was a firm pushing sensation in his arse, and Will cried out.

“Shhh, just a little, my love. Just the tip. I’m just going to put it in a little. I won’t damage you.”

Will moved his hips restlessly, his feet and head unable to move, but the pressure in his arse was utterly unfamiliar. A frightened whimper escaped him.

“Shh, it’s all right.”

The pressure grew, and Will felt himself opened, like a husk. Cy pushed into him with the suckered arm. Now it was Cy’s turn to call out, his voice rising in a cry of delight, as Will let his head go limp in the grip of the arm on his hair. He moaned softly, as he felt the nubbly arm dragged slowly out of him, then pushed in again.

“You want to be filled, my love. That’s how we were meant to be. We just have to get you loosened up a little. There’s no hurry.”

Cy bent over him, sinking his teeth into Will’s shoulder again, in the same place as before. For a second the sudden pain distracted Will from the movement in his arse, and the arm went deeper, twisting and rotating. The movement felt strange, unnatural. Will tested the bonds around his ankles, moving his weight back and forth as he shifted uneasily.

The feeling in his anus was vast, immense, as if every nerve ending in body were somehow involved. When the arm withdrew it felt as if his soul was being drawn out, so slowly it was as if the sensation had been going on for a year and a day, then a change in direction so gentle he couldn’t identify when it moved to a relentless pushing as Cy re-inserted his arm, twisting gently. He felt something wet slide slowly down the inside of his thighs, sensitizing the skin, and stinging slightly.

Finally there was a sigh over his shoulder, and with a slither the arm in his arse withdrew. Cy kissed him over the bite mark on his shoulder. He dipped a last sweet tendril into Will’s mouth, then withdrew it, painting his sticky lips tenderly. Will turned around, watching Cy over his shoulder, his eyes hooded and sleepy.

“Such a good boy. That’s enough for tonight. That wasn’t so bad, was it? Would you like to come?”

Cy walked backwards a few steps and sat on the porch seat, his legs propped wide and shirt buttons undone.

“Come here, love.”

Will walked dreamily over to Cy, who made a little ‘turn around’ signal with his finger. As Will complied Cy pulled him back onto the seat with him, Will’s back pressed up again Cy’s chest. Cy was holding him, loving him. It was more than he’d ever dreamed of. He relaxed back into his lover’s arms.

Cy reached around, one arm holding Will tightly in place, the other hand gently taking Will’s soft cock and pumping it lazily. A suckered arm twined around Will’s arm then crawled into his lap and drizzled sticky liquid from the tip, dripping over Will’s dick. Where it touched Will felt warm and the skin was sensitive to Cy’s touch. Another arm pushed at his lips and Will opened his mouth obediently as he watched Cy’s human fingers work his cock. He closed his eyes and let the tentacle in his mouth push in and out of him. It felt so right to be part of Cy, an extension of him.

“Lick it,” said Cy.

Will lapped at the sticky tendril, his tongue running along the soft, warm skin. He sucked at the velvet softness and his cock swelled and grew under Cy’s hand.

“That’s it,” said Cy. “That’s my boy. So lovely.”

A soft gentle touch caressed his balls, as the grip on his cock grew firmer and faster. The moment he came felt more like a reflex than anything else, the cum dribbling out of him and onto Cy’s hand. Will opened his eyes when he felt Cy wiping it across his belly, wet and cool.

Cy withdrew the tentacle from his mouth, and kissed him on the cheek.

“How do you feel, my love?”

Will shivered as Cy’s arms unfurled from around his body. “Good. Tired.”

“Excellent. Come on, up with you. Let’s get to bed.”

Will stood up, and when Cy went into the house he followed quietly.

The shiver of the house woke Will. The bed beside him was warm, but Cy was gone. Will’s mouth was dry. He lay there for a minute, wondering if Cy had got up to give him a drink. He was prepared to shower gratitude on anyone who came in with a big glass of water just then.

He couldn’t hear anyone moving around, or running water. Will eased himself out of bed carefully and staggered out to the kitchen. He poured a glass from the tap, and drained it. He ached. His skin hurt. He padded back in to the bathroom and rummaged in the cupboard under the sink in a vain search for Tylenol. He was grateful for the chair beside the basin, as he cradled his aching head in his hands.

Standing, he realized Cy wasn’t anywhere in the house. He threw on a t-shirt and boxers, and walked out to the porch. After circling the cottage there was still no Cy.

Jumping down the steps, he edged carefully up to the edge of the cliff and peered over to see if Cy was swimming. The moon was high now, and the sea was brightly lit on all sides of the point, but there was no sign of anyone other than a row of seagulls, bobbing in the light swell.

“Good, you’re up.”

Will jumped at the voice right behind him. He sagged in relief when Cy took him by the upper arms and pulled him close.

“Come on. We’ve got a job to do.”

Cy kissed him, his tongue pressing in against the seam of Will’s lips. Then abruptly he turned and walked away, heading upwards, into the forest. Once they reached the ferns, Will took care to keep Cy in sight. The trees overhead blocked most of the moonlight, and without Cy to follow, Will knew he would soon be lost. Still, Will seemed to be developing a body memory for the forest, and it took much less time now. He could almost anticipate that little hillock, this dip, that fallen log. What had once seemed an unbroken line of plants and trees now showed him clear criss-crossing tracks and flattened ground cover.

Once they reached the development they circled around the cleared ground, walking quietly to the far side, where Aiden’s house marked the meeting point of forest and clear ground. The lack of trees let the light stream down on them. Cy knelt, just inside the tree line, and pulled Will down with him.

“You see?” said Cy. “There’s no way I could sneak in tonight. And he won’t bloody go to bed. I won’t wait another day. He’s been sitting there reading for hours.”

Will could indeed see Aiden seated on his very tasteful cream sofa, legs curled up, a glass of something amber-colored on the side table, and a paperback book in his hand. Occasionally he turned a page. Will caught a glimpse of the cover.

“
Childhood
’s End
,” he murmured.

“Go in there and keep him occupied.”

“Excuse me?”

“I have to get up into Aiden’s bedroom. Distract him. Get him onto the other porch.”

Will looked down at himself. His belly itched, and with one hand he tentatively felt the flaking, crusted residue of his release.

“Cy, I’m not even dressed. And I bet I stink.”

Cy turned Will to face him, and kissed him softly. His hands smoothed the messy hair back from Will’s forehead, as he gently extruded a tentacle and placed it at Will’s lips.

“You look beautiful, love. Now suck me.”

Will opened his mouth and suckled, receiving Cy’s sticky sweet gift.

“That’s it. Such a good boy.” Cy’s arm pushed in further, and Will swallowed, feeling the arm snake down the back of his throat. He gagged, and Cy pushed in deeper, holding Will tightly as he began to struggle. As Will quieted again Cy quickly withdrew, until only the tip remained inside. “Now go in there and get Aiden out onto the far porch. Or ask him to show you the development.”

Will mumbled around the tentacle playing with his lips. “Can’t you just . . . walk in?”

Cy laughed quietly and kissed Will’s forehead. “He’s not an islander. He’s linked with too many people on the mainland. There
are
other alternatives, but I think I like having him around. Just in case. A backup, as it were.”

None of that made any sense, but neither did visiting a neighbor in the middle of the night.

“He’s going to think I have no sense of acceptable social behavior,” said Will. “He’s probably right.”

“Then you’ll have to make him believe you have ulterior motives, won’t you, my love.”

He pulled Will to his feet, and gave him a little push towards Aiden’s house.

When Will stepped onto the porch Aiden started, looking up from his book. Will waved tentatively through the wide glass door panels. Aiden leapt to his feet, opening the door, and putting one hand on Will’s shoulder.

“Will, my god— are you okay?”

“Um, yes?”

“It’s two in the morning! What are you doing here? Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Yes.”

“Is
Cyrus
all right?”

“He’s fine. Sleeping. Can I come in?”

“Ah . . . sure.”

“I was hoping you could . . . show me the development.” He thought for a second. “Again.”

“Will, are you on something? I can call Lou. She won’t make trouble. She’s good people.”

“What? No! No. I don’t do drugs. I don’t do anything. I barely drink.”

Aiden laughed. Well, I know
that
’s
not true. You went through two bottles of wine all on your own last night.”

“I just . . . I thought we had a connection. I like you. I thought— “

“Woah, hold it right there. You’re with Cyrus, right?”

Will thought for a second. He
was
with Cy. Twenty-four hours ago he hadn’t been with anyone, and now somehow Cy had moved him in. And they’d had
sex
. His first time ever. And he definitely loved Cyrus, and Cyrus loved
him
, but something didn’t feel quite right . . .

Will staggered and crumpled to the porch. “I need . . . I need another drink.”

Aiden snorted. “No, I’m pretty sure you don’t.”

“Just a glass of water. Please?”

Aiden put his hands on his hips and looked down at Will. “All right. Come inside.”

Will sat for a minute, watching Aiden walk over to the kitchen. He pulled himself to his feet and followed.

“Look, Will, it’s nothing personal.” Aiden filled a tall glass with water and added two ice cubes from his glossy fridge. Glass doors displayed a cornucopia of food. He handed the glass to Will.