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Akira knows he shouldn't be doing this. Instead of following the rules of diving safety and commonsense, he does the opposite.
He doesn't end up cancelling the boat rental he and Mishima had split. He easily spirits away his supplies from his room, especially since poor Mishima had fallen asleep with his head on the toilet bowl.
It'll be fine. He's done….Snorkelling. And shallow water free dives. He'll put out the line for reference, and it'll be all good.
He fusses with the wetsuit neck, making sure everything is good to go.
Akira looks down onto the wide expanse of tropical waters and his heart soars with excitement at what lies below and what new things he’ll see in this section of the ocean. He leans to wet his hair, prepping his mask and snorkel before he eased himself into his mono-fin.
With minimal preparation, he takes his breath and lets go, falling into the water.
SPLASH
Akira opens his eyes to a beautiful array of blues and teals of ocean water and kicks himself forward with practiced ease. There are a few fish here and there, and they scatter when he gets too close for their liking. He smiles. Bubbles follow his practised motions, as he follows a small school of fish to get a better look at them. Water shines with refracting light, making everything shimmer.
Man. It's a shame Mishima has to miss this. He thinks, examining some of the less frightened fish.
Something slams into him. A hurricane of bubbles surrounds him.
Pain.
He's losing air.
He can't fight–
Need to hold your breath need to stay calm you're wasting oxygen–
Blue
Grey
Blackred–The weightlessness of water is robbed from him as he's tossed onto rocks, and it makes him take in a large gulp of hair. “Hh!”
Akira’s head spinning, his chest heaving as he fights to tell his lungs he’s no longer drowning. He stares up at a stoney ceiling, trying to take his body out of panic mode.
"Augh!" He hears someone spit. "What's on your body?"
Slowly, Akira feels awareness come back to him, starting with a stinging on his neck, and raises a sluggish hand to where blood drips and his wetsuit is ripped. "'M suit…?" What happened…? He lifts his head up toward the voice.
There's a very wet, very naked boy his age in front of him. Dark and wet hair clings to his face and forehead, and his mouth is smeared with blood. He's making a disgusted face, like a dog that smells citrus. There are sharp fangs and a long tongue– He spits out pieces of black–wetsuit– and Akira realizes, "you bit me….?"
"Ugh, you taste disgusting." Ruby-red eyes glare down at him. "Are you poisonous?"
"Wh…no?" Why is his head so stuffy and floaty? Akira tries to push himself up, and that's when he sees dark navy tentacles with ruby rings wrapped around his legs and body. "What…" He reaches his hand down to push it away.
"Stop your squirming, Mer!" The boy hisses, and that's when Akira also realizes the tentacles belong to the…Really, really cute boy, now that he gets a look at him. His face flushes a rich red.
"Whas a ‘mer’?" he echoes, brows furrowing.
The very cute boy–Octopus? Mermaid?--Stares at him, eyes widening slowly. "...You're not a mermaid?"
"No? Last I checked…" He wiggles and gasps when he's squeezed. "Still got legs."
"But your…fin?"
"Forswimin." Akira slurs, his mouth sluggish and lagging behind what he wants to say. He lays his head back on the stone, and lets out a gasp when he feels slickness on his neck. Licking. Cute boy is licking?! Wait, god he's losing focus– Akira grunts, trying to keep his head above metaphorical water. Everything felt warm, and tingling, especially as his pulse thundered in his ear.
Akira sighed against the rocks, grateful for how cool they were. "What're you?"
Pretty Boy's eyes widen, and his gaze snaps to Akira's, leaning into his field of vision. Akira liked it when he looked at him. "Whas your name? I'm Akira."
His nostrils flared. "I don't make a habit of knowing my meals." He grouses and he grits his teeth. Akira takes in another sharp breath as he's squeezed by thick cords of muscle that are Pretty Boy's tentacles. They writhe and squeeze Akira like they're testing him.
"Tch. But I suppose I can answer your last request. You can call me Akechi. And I'm a cecaelia." His body looked a little flushed, water dripping along wonderful planes of muscle that Akira wanted to lick his way along. Oh, that’s a dangerous train of thought right now. But he can’t seem to filter these thoughts.
"Se…sailia?"
Akechi crinkles his nose. "Octomaid may be easier on your drug-addled tongue."
"I have a good tongue."
The octomaid's skin is definitely flushed now, and he looks away from Akira. Akira lets out a little giggle, "I'm good with my hands too 'kechi-kun!~" Akechi squeezes him until Akira feels his bones creak. “Hghk!”
The octomaid leans in to bare his fangs and growl. His nostrils flare as he looks Akira over with an intense and unblinking stare and if Akira looks close, there's almost another subtle ring of colour to them…Gold?
"Oh." He whispers, holding Akechi's gaze.
He's learning things about himself today. "I mean, you didn't like the taste of the suit," he gasps, feeling tentacles starting to explore his legs, easing between the gap of his thighs. "And, ah, well, my friends know where I am." He lies. Like a big ol' liar.
"So?"
"I mean you're the one that grabbed me. The suit will make me taste bad like you said–" Akira's legs twitch when the tentacles get too high on his thighs. "O-Oh easy there!" He laughs, but heat pools in his gut. Akira's head is foggy. He doesn't hesitate to speak his mind: "Your venom is making me feel really weird…Is that normal?"
"It's paralytic, something that makes you easy to eat.
Akira shivers. He wants to suck on tentacles, or maybe the pretty octomaid's tits. That's. Hmm. Is he into sea-dudes? "Well uh. Honestly it's making me… kinda horny? Do you do that with all your food?"
Akechi's body tenses up. "You're a degenerate! I'm going to rip you to pieces and eat the flesh off your bones."
"Hot." Akira stares, unable to feel fear in the moment. "You could suck my dick instead?" He offers, rubbing his thighs together, his stomach tensing. God his monofin is heavy but he'll deal with it after. Maybe. He squirms in the tentacles, head tilting back for a moment. "Or, since you're so grumpy I could suck…." He pauses, raising his head to look Akechi over. "Do you have a dick? I mean I can suck on a tentacle or something…Getting laid might relax you. I'm worth more as a fuck then a meal."
Akechi's face gets red and some of the tentacles shift in some sort of display to show the bottom and the suckers. Akira is sure it means something but he does not have the brain for it, other than being surprised that they're a rich crimson.
"Hmph. Humans will debase themselves in all sorts of ways to escape death." Akechi flashes his teeth, and Akira's eyes widen as something drips from them, but he notes just how sharp they are. He may have bit off more than he could chew.
The octomaid? Not so much. Akechi darts forward and his fangs pierce through Akira's wetsuit into his shoulder. Akira lets out a sharp gasp, his hands reaching up to Akechi's chest. He pushes at him a little, concerned that Akechi isn 't going to fuck him but just eat him instead. Shit Shit, Shit!
The thought of being at his mercy, with claws and fangs at his throat, that the smallest twitch could lead to his doom sends a chill of arousal through him. Now is not the time for his messed-up preferences and penchant for danger to kick in! He feels those claws glide down his side, with tentacles starting to slide along his torso and limbs. He feels the pull of suckers through his suit and lets out a shuddering exhale.
"Let us see just how ‘good’ you are." Akechi hisses, and Akira grunts when his other shoulder is bit down on. There’s that familiar rush of blood in his ears and heat that’s settling lower and lower…
"I'll be good," he whispers, tilting his head back and bearing his neck. Akechi eyes it and the original bite he'd made. Akira hears a rip and startles.
Akechi's nail is sliding against his throat, slowly pulling the wetsuit away from him. It tears slowly and with minimal resistance, which Akira is embarrassed to say, just turns him on even more. He whimpers with his hands on Akechi's forearms. "Careful," he's not sure if he's asking him to be careful and not damage the suit, or to be careful with him.
Akechi nips at his jaw, and Akira tilts his head toward him, whining again. "Too hot. Please, I'll be good. God you've got so many…" he trails his hands down to slide them along the tentacles, squeezing the ones he can grasp. Some have wrapped around his waist, but others are exploring between his thighs again. They curl and writhe, suckers pulling against him in ways that have him knowing he’ll be covered in marks afterward. With each brush that gets high enough to press on his groin, he rocks his hips up. "Mhn." He squirms. "Lemme…take the fin off…" Akira complains.
Akechi tangles his hands in his hair, licking along the sluggishly bleeding wounds. "Why should I?"
Akira arches his back, sliding his hands back and forth on tentacles. "Can't move my legs apart enough otherwise."
Akechi's face flushes, and then sets into a stern expression. "You think so? Oh, poor naive little human." His tentacles move away from his waist to wrap around his arms, pulling them above his head. He pauses, tilting his head to the side as he notices something.
"Oh?" Akechi laughs, letting the back of his hand brush against Akira's erection.
Akira's hips jut up. "Ah, fuck!" His brows scrunch together. Akechi leers down at him, a smirk on his features. "Humans are so easy…Really it's kind of pathetic."
"Mhn would have…Wanted to try without the…" he grinds his hips up into Akechi's hand, his body trembling, "venom. God, come on…." He pants, aware that his mouth keeps watering.
Fully ignoring him, Akechi just hums and uses his claws to slice open the legs and groin of the suit. He lets his fingers brush dangerously close to Akira’s dick, and Akira knows it would only take a flourish of Akechi’s wrist to dig his claws into him.
Akira pants and gasps, each little touch or change in pressure has his head spinning. The venom is doing its job, his limbs feel so heavy, and his head is fuzzy too. It’s hard to swallow, drool pooling in his mouth. He swallows what he can. “Please,” he begs. “Fuck me.”
Akechi’s eyes meet Akira’s. The silver is nearly blown to black by his dilated pupils, a healthy flush across his face, neck and ears. He does his best to spread his legs open, the monofin keeping his lower legs together. The material is cut further and Akira can feel the chill of the rocks beneath them. It soothes the fire within him, but not in the way he wants.
Akira grunts at the sensation of suckers along his now bare thighs. Tentacles worm under the suit now, pulling it and stretching it under their bulk. Suckers push and pull on his skin, and it’s strangely like getting hickeys, but also not.
The idea of bruises along his body blooming wherever he’s touched, showing what’s happened here today makes his dick twitch. “Please, Akechi.”
The octomaid huffs. “So needy.” He’s a bit riled from the sounds, so he allows himself to position the proper tentacle against Akira’s entrance. The boy jumps, taking in a sharp breath. “L-Lube?”
Akechi grunts. He pulls the tentacle back, and without hesitation sticks it into Akira’s mouth, nearly down his throat. Akira chokes, eyes widening. He starts to suck and slobber on it, his face becoming a mess.
Akechi sighs and allows himself to lazily toy with Akira’s pliant and slack body. Fingertips brush against covered nipples, and trail along his sides. A single tentacle is all he needs to hold his wrists, and with the one in his mouth, he has six more to explore and ravage Akira with.
And the sick human was
loving
it. Not that Akechi wasn’t enjoying it either. He had a wonderful mouth and tongue, and he was practically worshiping his mating tentacle. Maybe he should keep this human around. He bites his lip, grunting as Akira hollows his cheeks to suck harder.
Before he can waste his seed, he pulls the tentacle out, Akira coughing and gasping for proper air. Akechi immediately slides that tentacle between his legs, his hands resting on Akira’s chest as he moves on top of him, overwhelming him with his bulk and oh-so-many tentacles. Two pry his thighs open and Akechi starts to slide in. It’s a slow process, but his venom has its uses, and Akira’s relaxed body takes the slightly scooped and bulbous head of the tentacle into him. It pulls out a low, soft moan, and Akechi leans his chest against Akira’s to nibble along his jaw.
“Maybe I’ll keep you as a broodmare,” he grunts, feeling a shudder make its way down his spine, while he has his tentacles ripping more and more of his suit open. The human’s abdomen is bare now, and the tentacles have left red circles behind during their exploration. They’re wonderful against his pale skin, and he wants to mark Akira up more.
He doesn’t miss that Akira clenches around him at the mention of keeping him. Akechi’s lips curl into a smirk. “Do you like that idea, little human?” He teases, his voice having an edge of cruelty to it.
Shit. Maybe he does. Akira lets out a whine, rocking his hips slowly. "M-More…." His hands open and close and he struggles in an attempt to reach out to touch.
"So greedy." Akechi tuts. He licks his lips, sinking his tentacle into Akira a little more. Akira gasps, back arching. "Take it then."
Akira whines and Akechi laughs against his throat. "I can feel your heart racing…" he whispers, licking his jaw. Akira turns his head, kissing whatever he can reach: his temple. His breath is hot against Akechi's skin.
"Want you," he whispers, and when Akechi pulls back Akira surges forward to kiss him. It's a slobbering, sloppy mess, and the human's tongue pushes past his lips into his mouth. His fangs prick his tongue, and copper is added to the taste.
Akechi can't say he minds it. He does mind that Akira is trying to do things without permission but… Wait. He slides his tentacle slowly out of Akira, grunting. He pushes him off, panting. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Akira blinks owlishly. "Just because I'm a quick fuck doesn't mean you can suck the romance out of it." He licks his lips, a bit of blood dripping from his tongue. "Plus I was a little curious…" his eyes are half-lidded now as he smirks. "If your venom is in my bloodstream…It might be in other fluids too. Wanted to see how strong they could be together."
Akechi blinks. Wait…."What…?"
"Feeling a little fuzzy-headed yet?" Akira's arms are free; when did he let him go? He's gliding his hands up and down his tentacles. “No,” he wasn’t fuzzy-headed, he was…What…?
Akechi's brow scrunches. "No."
Akira laughs.
"What?"
"You answered twice. You didn't realize?" Akira trails his hands between his own legs, stroking his already hard length. Pre is dripping from it heavily, slicking up his strokes.
Did he? He didn't think he did. Akira watches him struggle to think, gathering some of his pre-cum on his fingers before shoving them directly into Akechi's mouth.
He forces two in, letting Goro's tongue instinctively lap around them. His expression still looks vaguely irritated, but Akira just laughs low in his throat. "You're such a big strong predator, you have me at your mercy, don't you?"
Akira adds two more fingers, his thumb resting on his cheek as he thrusts them back and forth. Akechi huffs, and is starting to drool heavily. Akira can see his fangs dripping venom, and he's careful to avoid getting too scratched up by them.
Akechi swallows what he can, his tongue swirling around, lewd sounds filling the air. Akira bites his own lip, watching Akechi's pupils start to dilate more than they already were in the dim light of this cave. Akira watches as the red circles on his tentacles start to glow and fade in slow patterns.
"Never been dosed with your own stuff, have you, pretty boy?" Akira teases, pulling his hand out of his mouth to grab at the tentacle that was inside him moments before. "It's pretty nice, honestly." Akira places the tentacle against his dick, rutting on it a few times. Akechi's tentacle shivers and Akira’s eyebrows raise as liquid drips from the tip. It’s a bright crimson and glows ever so slightly. He grips the head, sliding his thumb along the tip of it.
Akechi lets out a full-body shudder, and his tentacles start pulling at his legs, to the point where Akira is finally freed from his monofin. Akechi huffs a few times, his breeding tentacle rutting and grinding against Akira’s hand. “Haven’t….” he mumbles, and Akira uses his distraction to get the octomaid to lay on the rocks instead of him. The tentacles immediately wrap and maneuver, pulling Akira close. “Fuck,” Akechi squeezes his eyes shut, but they snap back open when Akira presses the tentacle to his entrance, smirking the entire time.
“Be a good boy this time and fuck me nice and deep hm? You’ll be nicer this time,” He strokes farther down the tentacle and lets out a small grunt as something slick pumps into him. “Damn, guess that stuff really puts you in the mood…”
“Fuck, fuck,” Akechi mumbles under his breath, looking up at him. There are more bioluminescent displays, and his tentacles are all over Akira, but he easily guides them where he wants: his thighs, his chest…
“Maybe I do want to be a broodmare, hm? Were you going to make good on that?” Akira eases the tentacle further in, and Akechi’s other tentacles spasm, squeezing around him.
“Brood,” he mumbles, drooling and dripping venom. Akira just chuckles. Akechi feels warmth in his core. What a nice laugh…
“Man, that really does a number on you…That’s so hot. Come on, fuck me.” He rolls his hips.
It's like a switch has been flipped in Akechi's mind, and all he can think of is mate mate mate fuck fill brood fill – His tentacles wrap around Akira's arms, legs and upper torso, not restricting too much but keeping him from rising off of Akechi's breeding tentacle.
Akira huffs a quick breath out, glancing down at Akechi. The tentacle nudges at his prostate and the air is punched out of him. "Oh shit," he gasps. The tentacle pushes in and out, squirming against his walls. Akira's legs tremble, and his toes curl as its squirming presses hard on it again. He clenches down, panting. "Yeah, uhn, fuck, Holy shit," the venom is well in his system now, and every touch is making Akira want to cry.
The tentacles squeeze him a little tighter, and Akira sobs, his come splattering onto the place where Akechi's tentacles meet his torso. His climax doesn't stop the octomaid in the slightest, and Akira sees that his iris is the smallest ring of red around a pool of black.
The sea creature lets out a whine, and suddenly the lax grip he has grows taut. Akira gasps as he's pulled down, stuffed well past what should be able to fit. He's sure if he could see his stomach he'd see a hint of what was inside him.
The tentacle somehow seems to feel wider, his walls tight against it. His breath comes in quick gasps, near hyperventilating until the tentacles shift him so his face is close to Goro's and his ass is up in the air. It's like he's floating, but really he's just in a sea of tentacles. Akechi kisses him hard on the mouth, tongue slipping inside. "Fill you, breed you," he whines. "Mine mine mine–"
Something is in the tentacle, inside of Akira. He groans against Akechi's mouth. "Ngh, wh–"
His muscles are too relaxed, so the first burst of warmth pushes into him with little issue. Then the second.
"O-Oh shit…Eggs?" Akira closes his eyes for a moment, as a third enters him. The tentacle twitches a few times, and Akira laughs. "O-Okay. That wasn't that—Uh!" He grunts.
The slow but easy pace seems to have been broken as four "Ah," five "Mhn–" sixseveigbintenele– more and more pour into him as if the acceptance of the first few have unleashed a tidal wave of eggs, all filling him up to the brim. His slack mouth is at the edge of Akechi's, and he lets out a dazed groan.
"Soon." Akechi kisses his lips, and Akira's legs tremble through another orgasm ripping through him as Akechi pulls out slowly, a thick slick following behind. The octomaid lets out a breathy sigh, and Akira feels something wet drip from his hole.
He's flipped back to lounge on a throne of tentacles, and he stares at himself. His stomach has a paunch now, and Akira can see the spheres inside him. His stomach glows a faint red, the same as the cum dribbling on his thighs, but it's brighter closer to the spheres–eggs.
Akira lets out a slow breath, head tilting back. "Holy shit." He manages, and grunts as Akechi maneuvers him to basically cuddle, enveloped in the mass. Akechi's arms wrap around him protectively, one hand placed on the back of his head. Akechi's tentacles pull him closer, harder, and Akira isn't able to prepare himself as it jostles the eggs inside him— "Ah!" His legs quake as an egg pops out of him, landing on the rock around them.
It's surprisingly not damaged in the slightest, a sphere of deep crimson with a black dot in the middle. It drips with slickness, and Akira stares, catching his breath.
Akechi's head turns, and he stares as well. "Why did you do that?" He sounds incredibly offended, his brow furrowed. “It’s not time yet.”
"M-Me? You're the one who–" The exit of one has seemed to alert his body that these are not supposed to be inside him, and he shifts, gasping. "O-Oh. Oh."
Akechi uses a careful tentacle to grab the one that had come out, transferring it to his free hand. Akira is moved without effort, and he barely feels Akechi easing the egg back in with gentle fingers. "No more," he whines. "They want to come out," Akira pleads to the creature, body trembling. He feels some ease close to his entrance, fighting the one Akechi is pushing into him.
The light of Akechi's tentacles pulse and he growls. "In." He removes his hand, and instead, his breeding tentacle takes its place. The scooped head pressed against the almost-escaped egg and with a careful thrust, it and the others are pushed back in.
Akira is going to pass out. He lets out a gasp, unable to ground himself by grabbing anything, limbs useless and trembling.
The tentacle doesn't come back out. "'kechi?" He slurs, tilting his head.
Akechi huffs. "If you won't be a good broodmare and keep them inside on your own I'll make them stay." He promises. "They aren't ready yet."
Well fuck. Akira hopes that it doesn't take too long.
Akira comes down from Akechi’s venom first, and even though he’s come back to his senses, everything feels so heavy. He’s a bit nervous about what will happen when Akechi recovers from accidentally drugging himself, but it’s not as if he can do anything right now, plugged full of tentacle.
Akechi is half dosing, curled around Akira. The monofin at some point was lost to the depths of his den, and Akira can feel the stinging and throbbing of bruises from his suckers. It’s a huge reminder of just how much he really is at his mercy, and that he is lucky he managed to kickstart a mating response instead of getting eaten.
Akira winces when the eggs shift inside him, and the movement is enough to rouse Akechi from his stupor. Unsure if it’s the aphrodisiac or the instincts of mating, he’s surprised to find that Akechi pulls him to the water, to a different part of his den. He scrambles, latching onto Akechi by putting his arms around his shoulders.
God, please don’t bring him under the water. He was in no shape to free-dive– “Uhn–” The eggs shift again, and Akira clenches around Akechi’s tentacle. Akechi coos, nibbling at his earlobe. “Patience. Almost.”
Akira is brought to a vaguely claustrophobic crevice in the depths of this cave system that Akechi called a den. Akechi barely fits, tentacles all fighting for space as he gets Akira resting on a submerged shelf of rock. The breeding tentacle is pulled from him and Akira squeezes his eyes shut, gasping at the change in sensation.
His body cramps and protests and he tries to spread his legs, to bear down. Akechi stares at him with hungry, lustful eyes. “Good broodmare.” he whispers, pushing hair from his face. “Push.” Akira whimpers, digging his fingernails into Akechi’s shoulders.
“I’m too tired, Akechi…” he whispers. He doesn’t know how long they’d been at this, how long he’s been stuffed full. It feels so long but not long at all.
“It’s your first time. It will get easier,” he replies, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. His dive suit is a mess, he’s dreading getting back to the shore.
If he lets him go.
The thought comes to him, and he lets out a shuddering exhale at the thought of being used, over and over again. He couldn’t blame the venom on this one. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to push the eggs but with no luck. “Mhn…”
He whimpers when Akechi kisses him, all tongue and drool. He’s sure that something’s being put in his system again, maybe not as strong– But it’s enough that his body feels hot and open and the tentacles wrap around his legs to push them to his chest. His upper body and the tops of his knees breach the water, and Akira can do nothing but hold on for the ride.
Push. Push, stay loose but in control, he just had to– “O-Oh. Coming,” His dick twitches as the eggs all crowd and push against his inner walls. They bump his prostate in their rush, and he nearly sobs into Akechi’s mouth.
He does when the first one pops out, into the water and the small shelf. There are so many more… “Good boy. Good brood.”
Akira squeezes his eyes shut and keeps them like that, gasping and panting as each rushes to exit him, coaxed by envenomed spit and enamoured–maybe just lusting considering the instincts he’s got him stuck in– octomaid. Hands rub his abdomen and thighs before settling on his dick. “I’ll help you…” is the last thing Akira hears before blacking out, thankfully kept above water by tentacles and a devoted sea creature.
He’s somehow been brought back to his boat–even his monofin and ripped suit pieces have been tossed onto the tiny rental. Akira prods at his stomach. Nothing else in there, thankfully…. He’s damp which means this was recent….He looks around to try and spot the octomaid but doesn't. What Akira does see is his cell with dozens of missed calls and texts.
Uh oh.
He types out a quick message to his dive buddy who had to miss today.
Me
Hey mishima
Next time youre feeling better i have a really great spot to show you