by Zero X Infinity (0 x ∞) 

Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.

It was a dark and stormy night. Which, to be fair, described many nights in late-October Indiana, assuming they weren’t instead swelteringly hot. But Ada, Fen’s perfectly sensible and not-at-all-prone-to-ridiculous-flights-of-fancy-like-holding-an-outdoor-Halloween-wedding twin sister, had decided she wanted to get married next to the cemetery where their grandparents, bless them, were buried, so they too could attend her wedding. This left Fen in the position of driving to Indiana from his cheap-for-New-York-City apartment just as the weather remembered autumn started a month ago.

Daisy, Fen’s car, had been on her last legs for months now, but the old girl held up great for the first leg of the journey. She sputtered a bit in Pittsburgh and started to really complain around Columbus, but she got him to the Indiana state border before she finally gave up. This wouldn’t have been a disaster had Fen remembered to charge his cell phone before setting out. But since he’d broken up with Charles, he’d been trying the whole ‘spending less time on social media’ thing and had gotten in the habit of leaving his cell phone unplugged to resist the temptation, which was a terrible habit to have when one’s phone was a seven-year-old dinosaur with battery issues. He greatly regretted the habit now. He also regretted letting Charles be responsible for buying their plane tickets (and maybe Fen shouldn’t have let the break-up distract him from trying to buy them himself, but he had, and when he stopped being distracted the price had ballooned outside of his shoestring budget, but Fen was not thinking about that now).

There was the option to sleep in Daisy and wave down someone to help him out in the morning. It would have even been a good option, if he hadn’t promised to call Ada when he arrived at his hotel. Ada was already stressed trying to keep peace between their stuffy relatives and her “coastal” in-laws, and Fen was already showing up single after she’d caused a minor family feud to ensure he could bring Charles.

There’d been a “motel 10 miles” sign about five miles ago; he could walk the rest of the way. Two miles in it started to pour, but Fen was no quitter. Thus, drenched to the bone, he found himself walking into the Enchanted Collective — what was enchanting about a motel? — and seeing a soaking wet couple already at the front desk. The desk attendant blinked up at him, then looked at the couple, before looking back at him. “I’m afraid I just gave out our last room,” she said, voice thick with a midwestern accent. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

Fen opened his mouth. Since when did Indiana motels get sold out? he didn’t ask. “That’s alright… Could I maybe use your phone, then? I just need to get ahold of my sister.” 

The desk attendant gave him a pitying look. “Oh, dear I would let you but, with the storm and all, seems like there’s no connection on our end.” She turned her head towards the couple.

The two, Fen noted, as his head swam with what do you mean no connection? were inhumanly gorgeous. One was the definition of tall-dark-and-handsome: he had long hair the rich brown of fertile dirt (though without the stench of fertilizer; what cologne did this guy use? It smelled incredible) tied up in a trendy man-bun, with one damp curl escaping and landing perfectly to draw attention to eyes so tawny, Fen could almost call them golden. The other only reached up to her— his?— their partner’s shoulder and had an asymmetric purple bob that looked a bit jarring in the dated, paisley-printed motel lobby. They had the kind of sharp cheekbones Fen had always envied, and lips so full they would make Dr. Frank-N-Furter want fillers. If Fen wasn’t desperate, he’d have asked what a pair like this was doing in bum-fuck nowhere Indiana. Instead, he asked, “Neither of you would happen to have a working cell, would you?” 

The two exchanged looks. 

“No, unfortunately not.” The tall one gave Fen an apologetic smile without so much as reaching into his pocket.

“However, we wouldn’t be against allowing you to share our room for the night,” the short one added.

“Um,” the desk attendant piped up, “there’s only one bed in your room.” 

The short one blinked. “Yes.”

Was… was Fen being picked up here? He looked down at himself. The black t-shirt he wore was clinging to him, but not in a flattering way that showed off the abs he lacked. His Docs were covered in road mud, and he’d heard from the somehow-born-after-9/11 bartender who’d given him free pity drinks after his break-up that skinny jeans were now considered dated rather than sexy. Which probably meant this wasn’t what it sounded like.

Except the other thing weird strangers did in isolated motels to aging twinks involved chainsaws or other sharp objects. “Not to sound ungrateful or anything,” Fen said just to be careful, “but if you’re looking to harvest my organs… I probably have liver damage. Really bad liver damage.”

The couple once more exchanged glances, then the tall one laughed. “Nothing of the sort, dear boy. You just look like you could use somewhere to dry off.” 

And maybe it was the itchy, wet skinny jeans speaking, or maybe it was the prospect of an outlet to charge his cell in, but Fen gave the two a sheepish smile and said, “Well, if it’s not too much trouble.” 

—

The couple said Fen could have the shower first, after the tall one introduced himself as Asper and the short one as Zenzel (Charles would have made such a face at their names), and they also didn’t hesitate to start stripping down to their underwear as Fen plugged in his phone and rummaged through his backpack for his toothbrush. Fen tried to be polite and not stare at Asper’s well-defined abs or at Zenzel’s lusciously plump ass. He failed. Asper caught his eyes and gave Fen the sort of suggestive grin that made Fen both very resentful of and grateful for his cold wet jeans. Zenzel’s face remained expressionless, but the way they strutted over to their trunk (wooden, clasps, the whole shebang! Who were these people?) made Fen fairly certain they knew his eyes lingered on the boxers clinging to their thick thighs. 

“You didn’t bring a change of clothes,” Zenzel said. 

“No,” Fen replied, cheeks heating. “I didn’t want to drag my suitcase all the way out here, since Daisy — my car, that is — broke down some ways off and—” 

“Asper’s clothes should fit you.” They reached into the trunk and pulled out what appeared to be an actual, for real, old-school striped nightshirt.

“I…”

“Dear boy, you can’t possibly be thinking of putting your wet clothes back on. You’ll catch cold!” Asper said.

“Or were you thinking of sleeping bare?” Zenzel’s expression was as impassive as it had been the whole night, but Fen was sure their eyes — were those purple? — glittered with mischief. 

Fen laughed nervously. He had been with Charles for over ten years, and it’d been Charles who’d picked him up when he’d barely been able to admit that he liked looking at other boys’ asses. Then they were Charles-and-Fen. Afterwards, the only people who hit on Fen were strangers who liked the thirst traps Fen posted online when Charles was out of town on one of his long business trips. He’d never responded to the lewd DMs, of course. But sometimes he did think about posting photos of himself standing just outside his apartment building and imagined what some of those strangers would do if they found his address. If they would break into his place and tell him they knew exactly what he wanted, or if they wouldn’t even care and would do what they wanted anyway— and Fen never posted those photos, so it didn’t matter. Besides, those were strangers who didn’t know Fen. He hadn’t had a roommate… proposition him? casually flirt with him? whatever this was before. Were he less of a coward, he might have told Zenzel that he would be happy to show off. Instead, he took the offered nightshirt, said, “Good point, good point,” and then scurried off into the bathroom.

Face burning, he buried it into the shirt as if it could put a barrier between himself and The Situation (besides the bathroom door). Unfortunately, the shirt smelled good: clean, but with a lingering scent more earthy than well chosen laundry detergent, the same incredible scent as that cologne that Asper’d been wearing, except even better because Fen could smell the hint of musk and salty sweat that probably came from Asper and not from a bottle. Had it been washed or had Asper worn it the previous night? He inhaled, and the heat in his face spread down, making him even more aware of the fabric clinging to him, of the tightness of his jeans. God. Reaching down, he popped open the button of his jeans, then lowered the zipper. He was half hard already. Running a hand over the thin layer of boxers that his cock strained against, Fen bit back a whimper.

Asper and Zenzel were still outside the door. The motel was cheap. The walls were thin. Fen needed to call his sister before she got desperate enough to call the cops. If Fen rubbed one out, he’d have to be both quick and quiet enough not to be overheard. And if he was overheard— Fen bit back a groan. Fuck. Charles had always accused him of being an attention whore, and he’d been right. What Fen should have done was turn on the coldest shower he could bear and get rid of his problem. Instead, Fen peeled himself out of his jeans and dropped his boxers beside them. Then he wrapped his hand around his cock, breathed the shirt in, and began to stroke himself. 

He’d only meant to allow himself a perfunctory jerk-off session, but his hand moved of its own accord, desperately fast, so much so that it was on the edge of being painful. Tipping his head back, he groaned. This was ridiculous, but he could already feel the dribble of precum between his fingers. He bucked his hips up, fucking his hand, barely biting back his whimpers and moans. The two of them had to be hearing him, had to know what a little slut they’d decided to let into their bed tonight. But maybe that was what they wanted. Maybe they’d even be angry with him for hiding away rather than giving them a show. Maybe when he walked out Zenzel would tsk with disappointment, tell him to get to his knees so they could punish him, and then force him to take Asper’s cock so deep in his mouth that he’d be choking on it, but they wouldn’t let him stop; they’d be the one holding him down until Asper was satisfied, their hand gripping his hair so tightly that it burned, and Fen would barely be able to breathe, but he’d be desperate to touch himself, and Zenzel wouldn’t let him, they’d smack his face if he so much as twitched his fingers in the direction of his dick, or maybe wrap their hand around his throat so he’d be too busy trying to breathe to fuck his own hand, and—

Fen came. He cried out as he did, sinking to his knees, and kept dragging his hand over his cock until he’d milked himself dry, until the sensitivity was too much and he was shaking with it and tears leaked from his eyes. There was no way Asper and Zenzel hadn’t heard him. He could crack open the door and see what expressions they were wearing. Horror. Disgust. …Desire. Fen reached up, curled his hand around the door handle, heard it click as he turned it, and then chickened out.

Once he could stand again, he used some toilet paper to clean up the mess. As it disappeared down the toilet, Fen contemplated crawling out the bathroom window. What had he been thinking? Charles had been right; Fen was an attention whore, and now Asper and Zenzel knew that too. But Fen’s phone was charging just outside, and Ada would never forgive him if he died of hypothermia just days before her wedding. So Fen dragged himself into the shower and tried not to think about the couple whose ears he’d just defiled. 

Fen wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he exited the bedroom, but it wasn’t Asper smiling warmly at him like nothing at all had transpired, nor was it Zenzel wordlessly gesturing at the bed. Were they really fucking amazing actors? Or maybe, against all odds, they hadn’t heard him. Maybe they had airpods in and every sound Fen had made had been drowned out by music. Or the walls were thicker than he’d imagined, or this was some hypothermia-induced hallucination— No, no, he wasn’t dying. They just… hadn’t heard him. His chest constricted oddly at the thought, but it was better that way, wasn’t it?

“I could take the floor,” Fen hedged. “I wouldn’t want to crowd the two of you, or anything.”

“Nonsense! There’s more than enough room for three.” Asper walked over to Fen, and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. There was something knowing about the warmth of his smile, and his fingers lingered on Fen just long enough for Fen’s mind to conjure an image of them tightening enough to bruise. But because Asper wasn’t the absolute nutjob that Fen’s brain had cast him as, he only brushed past Fen, that earthy smell lingering behind him. 

Swallowing, Fen looked back at the untouched bed, then at his phone, and then finally at Zenzel, who seemed entirely untroubled by their partner’s obvious flirtation with Fen. …If it had been a flirtation. Fen could have been projecting. No, obviously Fen was projecting because no human would just flirt with the guy who loudly jerked-off in their shared bathroom. “I-I think my phone’s charged,” Fen stammered. Fuck, he hadn’t stammered since middle school, what was wrong with him? “I’m just… just going to step outside to make a call.”

It took Fen’s phone a few minutes to turn on and he was beginning to worry it had gotten water damaged in his walk over. It really was a dinosaur — a seven-year-old, cranky dinosaur that almost certainly didn’t appreciate getting wet. Charles had told him to buy a new phone, and when Fen had complained about the cost, Charles had tried to convince him to get on a shared phone plan. Good thing Fen hadn’t agreed, or breaking up would have been even more of a mess. Or maybe Fen’s hesitation over a measly little shared phone plan had been the final straw. 

Fen’s phone lit up. On the screen were notifications about six missed calls from Ada, over thirty texts from her and from her husband-to-be, along with three Instagram DMs (Ada didn’t even use her Instagram), and a whole fucking email. Fen thumbed in his password, tripping over the digits twice, and immediately dialed Ada. 

“Fen! You better be bleeding out in a ditch right now!”

“Hey there, Ads. No, nothing’s wrong,” Fen said, the words mercifully coming out smooth. She’d been panicking and he’d been getting off in the bathroom with a dead phone. He wanted to vomit.

“Don’t you ‘hey there’ me, you asshole! You were supposed to call me a whole fucking hour ago! An hour!”

“Daisy finally died,” Fen said, and before Ada could freak out even louder, he added, “But I’ve got it handled! I’m in a motel now. An enchanting motel! Did you know motels could be enchanting?” Fuck, he was rambling. He needed to not ramble so Ada didn’t get suspicious and worry that… that what? Fen was imposing on a random couple? He needed to get it together. His twin couldn’t actually read his mind. “I’ll get her towed in the morning and then rent a car, so I’ll make it in time to help you wrangle Aunt Aggie and whoever else needs to be reminded that you could have done so much worse for yourself than marrying Sergio.” 

“You should have called, Fen!” 

He flinched. “My phone died. The landline here didn’t work. I… I fucked up, I know. I’m sorry.” 

“You’re sorry,” Ada said. 

“Do you need me to run errands in the morning? Watch for last minute problems? Cause a distraction so you and Sergio can get some alone time?” 

“Oh, I don’t know, Fen, can I trust your phone not to die again?” 

“Ads…” he said, trying to sound soothing, but he probably just sounded pathetic.  

She let out a huff. “Just… You’re safe, right?” 

“I am.” 

“Fine. Call me when you head out tomorrow. And make it before ten AM, or you are not attending my wedding. That clear?” 

“Crystal,” Fen said, already sliding over his screen to set around a dozen alarms, hoping he didn’t actually need to disturb Asper and Zenzel with all twelve.

“Good. Now I’m going to go take a bubble bath. Go get some sleep, Fen.” 

“Yeah. Promise, I’ll call you bright and early,” Fen said before hanging up the phone. Then he sunk into a crouch and tried to breathe. But, okay, the worst was over. Ada knew he was fine, and even if she kind of hated him right now, that was fine. Things were fine now. He could worry about how much getting Daisy towed and fixed would cost later. He could go back into the motel room with the weird and sexy couple and sleep in their bed while pretending he hadn’t jacked off while thinking about them hearing him, and go to his sister’s wedding without the long-term boyfriend his parents had only just started to like, and— and Fen needed to stop thinking before he started hyperventilating in the hallway. 

His phone buzzed. A text from Ada. Fen’s fingers shook as he opened it. ‘I’m really glad you’re okay.’ Perfect, proper, Ada grammar. 

Fen felt tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t deserve her. ‘love u <3’ he texted back and wiped his eyes.

Taking a breath, Fen strode back into the motel room. Zenzel had vanished into the shower, and Asper was reading in bed. Looking up at Fen, his brows pinched together. “Fen,” Asper said, softly, like he was talking to a stray cat.

Fuck. He even had Asper worried now. “Just— One second, I just need to plug this in,” said Fen, stammering again. He walked over to the outlet and his stupid hands were shaking as he tried to plug it in. It took him three tries to get the charger into the stupid little slot. When he looked up, he saw Asper was holding the blankets open, still wearing that dreadfully soft expression. Fen felt nauseous, but he couldn’t run to the bathroom, because Zenzel was in it.

“I, uh…”

“Fen.” Asper’s voice was still gentle, but a firmness had crept in that made it sound even richer and deeper than it already was. Fen’s face went hot. “Why don’t you come here? This book is dreadful, and I would love to share it with you.”

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to offer any witty commentary.” 

“Oh believe me, dear boy, this book has wit enough for us both.” 

And with no other protests coming to his lips, Fen swallowed, sliding in next to Asper, and Asper slipped an arm around Fen, drawing him close so that Fen could easily see what was written on the page: His engorged staff of life pierced into her flower. Was that supposed to be a sex scene? Fen read the words over again. Yeah, that was definitely a sex scene. Asper was reading badly written romance in bed. Fen had maybe read a few romance novels since breaking up with Charles, and he was by no means a connoisseur, but yeah, Asper was right, this was terrible. “Staff of life?” Fen laughed. 

“Yes, if they were going floral with it, they may as well have used ‘stamen.’” 

Fen laughed harder, burying face into Asper’s shoulder. Asper’s shoulder. He was right on top of Asper. Asper had put him there. Even Fen’s ears burned now, but Asper’s arm was so comfortably draped around his shoulder that Fen couldn’t bring himself to protest. Instead he read further. She howled in pure delight, her cries of ecstasy as loud as the morning rooster.

“They could have at least used cock here,” said Fen.

“I’m not sure the author understands worldplay well enough to make a pun. Read on, it gets worse.” 

So Fen continued to read, but his eyelids began to droop before he got half way through the page. The last thing he remembered before drifting off was Asper’s fingers carding through his hair. 

—

There was a hand caressing his bare thigh, another sliding under his now-unbuttoned nightshirt to lightly roll his nipple between thumb and forefinger, a third stroking his hair, and a fourth tugging down his boxers to release his rapidly hardening cock. Fen’s eyes blinked open as a soft moan slipped past his lips. Straddling his lap, with their thumb brushing against the head of his cock, was Zenzel. The other hands came from behind him, and Fen’s head no longer rested on a pillow but rather on a pair of firm thighs. Asper’s firm thighs. 

Fen tried to shift, to move away from the hands or maybe up into them; he couldn’t quite think yet around the too-much-or-not-enough scattering of sensation, and yet his body remained still, not so much as twitching. It felt heavy enough to leave a dent in the mattress, and that should have frightened Fen. He could do nothing to stop this. He was helpless. The realization only made him harder. Fen whimpered.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Asper said as he continued to play with Fen’s nipple. 

“Hello,” Zenzel said, tracing their thumb down the underside of Fen’s cock. “Your genitalia is quite pretty.” They turned their hand to lightly cup Fen’s balls. “Well proportioned.” 

“Ah—” Fen gasped. His what was what now? Had he been right about the organ harvesting? Were they going to steal his cock instead of his liver? No. That was absurd. This had to be a dream. 

“We haven’t robbed you of speech, have we?” Asper asked. 

“Please…” Fen said, not even sure what he was begging for. 

“Now, now, I know your faculties must still be returning to you, but surely you could be a little more specific.” 

Not a dream then. Or maybe it was. Fen was pretty sure he’d had dreams where someone woke him up because he was late for work or a test or something. He couldn’t really recall any of them now, but he was also pretty sure none of those fake wake-up calls had involved organ theft. Though, did organ theft usually involve feeling a guy up? There were no knives in sight, and the hands on him felt far better than they had any right to. “Please,” he said again, louder, more desperate. “I…Please…” 

“Perhaps he needs prompting,” Zenzel said, their hands going still.  

“Ah, a fine point, my dear. Why don’t you tell us what it was that gave you such enjoyment in the restroom? It must have been a thrilling fantasy.” 

Something hot twisted in Fen’s gut. They had heard him. They knew. They knew. He couldn’t see the face Asper was making as he spoke. Was he smirking? Zenzel’s expression was impenetrable, or maybe expectant.

Fen swallowed. He could lie to them. Playing innocent was out of the question, but they didn’t need to know— “You,” his traitorous mouth said. “Hearing me. You hearing me.”

Asper chuckled. “We had wondered if you’d intended to put on a show for us. Your voice is quite lovely, you know.” He slid his hand out of Fen’s hair, down Fen’s cheek, and then brushed a thumb across Fen’s lips. Fen’s tongue darted out, but Asper pulled his hand away before Fen could catch a taste. Fen whined. He couldn’t even chase after it; his head was as immovable as the rest of him. 

“No, no, no,” Asper said. “You’ll need to use your words.”

Fen squeezed his eyes shut. Asper had stopped playing with his nipple, but the heat of his fingers there, and of Zenzel’s palms on him, was even more maddening now that they’d both gone still. If Fen could only rut against them, get a little bit of friction, he was sure he would be coming without needing anything more. Fuck, he shouldn’t have been getting off on this. He could all but hear Charles’ voice saying that this was exactly what Fen had been asking for in the bathroom, and he wouldn’t even be wrong. “I’ll take anything,” Fen blurted. “Just, please, keep touching me.” 

Zenzel petted his thigh. “That’s quite a lot of freedom to offer us.”

And if Fen didn’t offer? If he told them no instead? If he said no, and they stopped; or if he said no, and they didn’t… He felt feverish. “Anything,” Fen said again. He didn’t even know what he could ask for. 

“Do you truly understand what ‘anything’ might entail, or are you just too ashamed to ask for what you truly wish for?” 

Opening his eyes, Fen saw a mean little smile curved on Zenzel’s lips. He let out a choked laugh. “I wanted you to punish me for what I did in the bathroom.”

“And what is it that you deserve punishment for?” Zenzel asked, their hand tightening around Fen’s balls. 

For making Ada worry about him when she should have been having the best week of her life. For being a disappointing failure of a boyfriend who heard ‘let’s think about buying a house together’ and freaked out. For being a horny little slut who’d found the filthy, threatening dirty talk his Instagram followers sent him so much hotter than any of the perfectly respectable sex he had with said boyfriend. “For coming without letting you see,” Fen said.

Zenzel’s smile widened. “Yes, that was rude of you.” They raised their head and something wordless seemed to pass between them and Asper. “I shall return with an appropriate punishment for your transgression.” They slid off of Fen’s thighs, making their way over to their trunk. Fen whined at the loss of their weight on him. 

“There, there, dear boy, they’ll be back soon,” Asper said. 

Fen wished he could turn his head and bury his face in Asper’s lap as he waited, but he could do nothing but lay there as Zenzel dug for whatever it was they wanted to find. It could’ve just been a belt; Fen wouldn’t even mind if it was. He’d never had the chance to figure out if he would enjoy pain, but even if he didn’t, if Zenzel insisted he took it anyhow while Fen was helpless to stop them…

Asper chuckled. “Now that would be a sight.” 

Fen blinked. Had he said that out loud? He couldn’t bring himself to ask, but it didn’t matter. Zenzel pulled something from the trunk and walked back towards the bed. Cradled in their hand was a wriggling ball of chrome tentacles. Fen’s mouth dropped open. “W-what is that? How is it moving?”

Zenzel tilted their head. “You’ll find out soon. Asper, I need you to release the boy.”

Asper gave a theatrical sigh. “You had to pick this one, of all of them.” 

“Yes.”

“Fine. Please excuse me, Fen.” He pressed a kiss to Fen’s temple before sliding out from under him and walking over to his partner. 

“This will be cold for a moment, but it’ll warm up,” Zenzel said and placed the wriggling mass on Fen’s chest. Fen couldn’t even jerk back as the cool tentacles spread out on top of him. Despite their smooth, metallic texture, they moved almost like they were organic, easily curling themselves around Fen. Fen’s heart raced. They were harvesting his organs! This thing would steal his liver and his heart and then Zenzel would sell them on the black market and Ada wouldn’t even know what had happened to him! 

“I told you, my liver’s in really shit condition! So’s my heart! I’m a couch potato and—”

“I don’t want your organs.” Zenzel looked at their wrist, at what Fen had taken to be a silver bracelet. It lit up and strange green symbols danced across it. “Body temperature, heart rate, and blood pressure all elevated. Skin has begun secreting sweat, and its saline content is within typical human range. All as expected for early stages of arousal.” 

“Are you taking notes?” Fen’s voice came out in a squeak. 

“Body temperature rising,” Zenzel said in that same clinical tone. Then they looked up at Fen and said, “I am.” 

“Is there a camera?” Maybe this was some sort of game show— a horny game show. Maybe there was an audience watching and seeing just how hard Fen was right now.

“The lighting in this room is poor, but I could arrange for one, if you wish. I wouldn’t mind having a visual record to accompany my notes.” 

Fen’s gaze darted to Asper, who smiled a bit apologetically. “We’ve been working on Zen’s dirty talk, but alas.”

“Fen doesn’t seem to believe I’m doing a poor job.” 

Fen would have piped up, except, no, no, it did seem that being treated like a lab experiment was making him even more horny than being groped by strangers in his sleep. There was something deeply wrong with him, but also, clearly, them, and maybe Fen didn’t have to care about that at the moment. It wasn’t like he’d been given a choice.

“Fen is a dear,” Asper said. “But, love, perhaps you shouldn’t keep him waiting for too long.”

“There, you are correct.” Zenzel tapped their wristband, and something slick and cool began to ooze out of the creature sitting on Fen’s chest, and the creature slithered under Fen’s nightshirt. It moved slowly at first, stretching out, growing larger, wetter, more alive. Fen shuddered as the tentacles began to curl around his cock and balls, as others trailed over his thighs and stomach, while others still lingered around his nipples, and yet more reached under him, brushing against his hole.

“Signs of arousal are growing more prominent. Fen, are you ready for your punishment to be administered?” 

Fen’s dick pulsed. He couldn’t begin to imagine what punishment Zenzel had in mind, and yet, feeling almost delirious, he said, “Yes.” 

Fen didn’t quite register it at first; he’d almost adjusted to the slick liquid that coated his body, but slowly it began to tingle, pleasantly at first, before the sensation grew sharper and sharper, like electricity racing across his skin. Fen let out a gasp. The tentacle looped around his cock tightened its hold and began to pump him, dribbling more and more of the stinging liquid in its wake. Fen wanted to thrash, but all he could do was cry out, “It hurts!” 

Zenzel tutted. “It wouldn’t be a punishment otherwise.”

A tentacle pressed into Fen’s hole, thrusting in and out, going deeper each time. Fen could feel himself being filled by the same slick mess. It made the glide so smooth, the stretch so easy, even as he felt like he was burning from the inside out. “Asper! I can’t… Help, please.”

“But you are doing so well, Fen.” Asper practically beamed. He looked proud of Fen and Fen let out a hiccuping moan at that. “Perhaps I should find a camera to show you just how beautiful you look right now,” added Asper.

A second tentacle slid into him, thicker than the first, and it grew even thicker as it thrust mercilessly inside him. Another slid under him, tipping his hips up while two more tentacles pushed his knees apart, so Zenzel and Asper could see exactly how full Fen was. He’d never felt this full, but it wasn’t enough. He was sure there was still room inside of him, and if Asper or Zenzel would just come over and fill him the rest of the way, then even the live-wire liquid would be bearable. 

“Please,” Fen begged, tears prickling in his eyes. “Please, I need, I can’t, please just come here. Just come here. I need you.” 

Asper took a step forward, but Zenzel grabbed his arm. “Do not interfere. Fen said he wished for punishment. He is quite close to orgasm, regardless. It should not be much longer.”

And Zenzel was right. He was close.  Asper or Zenzel could have touched him and he would’ve come right then and there. But all he had were the stinging tentacles, dragging pleasure out of him. Their movements were steady and mechanical, not speeding up or slowing down as Fen’s climax drew nearer. Words left him. Thoughts went with them. He was just heat and pressure, and then he was coming, his whole body shaking with orgasm. 

The world went silent. Everything fell away. Fen was distantly aware of something still sliding against his skin, but his skin felt like it belonged to someone else. He shut his eyes, just breathing, barely registering as someone pulled off his nightshirt and the creature was untangled from his limbs. The cool, wet cloth along his skin that wiped away the mess felt clearer, as did the hand brushing damp bangs from his forehead.

“Fen,” a soft voice said. 

“Mm-hm?” 

“You should drink some water.” A hand slid under him and lightly pushed him up. Fen found his limbs were no longer quite so heavy. He blinked at the cup that had materialized from nowhere in front of his face. No, wait, Zenzel was holding it. Fen leaned forward and took a sip, then another, and then took the cup from Zenzel and gulped down the rest of the water.

“Welcome back,” Asper said. 

“Hi.” Fen’s throat felt raw. “That, uh…” He wasn’t really sure what to say, but the two of them were watching him, and, of all things, “Did you get good material for your notes?” slipped out of his mouth. 

Zenzel grinned, eyes going bright. “Very good material.” They looked impossibly beautiful when they smiled like that. 

Fen knew he should have felt angry, and yet he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back. “Good. I’m… I’m glad to hear that.” He turned to Asper. “And you… did…”

“Ah, that, well…” Asper gave Fen a guilty smile. “That was a delightful show; however, you see, dear boy—” 

“He needs you to ejaculate again,” Zenzel interrupted. 

“Dear!” 

“It’s true,” Zenzel said. “I’ve collected the samples I need to bring back to my home world, but he needs your ejaculate—”

“Dear, you could at least use the word come. We talked about this.” 

Zenzel sighed. “Your come to regenerate his life force. Therefore, if you have no objections, we must ask you to eja— come again.”

Fen stared. So they were aliens. That explained a lot. Or it explained nothing at all, because, what the fuck, aliens were real?! After everything else, Fen’s mind couldn’t even begin to circle the revelation, and instead his thoughts landed on, “Ah, so that’s why you wanted me in your bed.” 

“What?” asked Asper. “Fen, no!” 

Fen might have been inexperienced, but he wasn’t naïve. They’d used him for his come, and they wanted more of it. “I mean, it’s fine.” Fen shrugged, trying to sound more casual than he felt. “We just met. It’s not like I’m really… well, I mean, look, it’s fine. I promise you don’t need to reassure me or anything. I get it.” 

“Fen,” Zenzel said, “are you implying that we are indiscriminate?” 

“Unless Daisy breaking down was somehow your fault…” Fen’s gaze fell to his lap. He felt stupid. It wasn’t like he’d thought this was something special. He hadn’t really been thinking with his head at all (not the one on his shoulders, at least), but he had felt good. Desirable, even. And now, all he could think was that they would have done the same to anyone. 

Zenzel’s surprisingly large, long-fingered hand tentatively reached for Fen’s knee. “We enjoyed how your voice sounded in the bathroom. You reacted quite well to Asper’s pheromones.” 

“And you have a lovely mouth,” Asper added, brushing his fingers over Fen’s cheek. “Along with a very expressive face.” 

Fen felt something warm and fluttery rise up in his chest, but he shoved it down. No. He wasn’t just going to believe them! For over ten years, he’d let Charles tell him that he loved him, and said the same thing back, when Charles— fuck it, no, when both of them had been staring at each other, wishing that it was someone else in their bed. If Fen had actually said something, maybe they wouldn’t have wasted their time. 

“I mean, look, you want to tell me this is about my face or my voice or whatever, but you had that squid toy ready! You took notes! Which, okay, was kind of sexy when I thought it was about you and me, but it turns out that you’re sending those notes back to your home world or whatever, and I have no idea why anyone on your planet cares about human orgasms so much. My sister’s getting married in two days, and I don’t want her marriage cut short by an alien invasion, because she’s spent so long not letting herself be happy, and now Sergio’s making her so happy and—” Fen broke off with a sniff. “You’re not using my come to invade the planet, right?”

“Human sexual energy is powerful, but no one has considered using it to make weaponry,” Zenzel said, but flinched when Fen sent them a glare. The fingers still resting on Fen’s knee began to drum. “Fen,” Zenzel started, more quietly, “Would you prefer I didn’t send the notes home?” 

“Don’t you have to send them back?” Fen tried to sound offended, but the words came out slightly watery. 

“It would be better if I did. For myself and Asper, that is. However, as I said, it wasn’t desperation that drove us tonight.” 

“You said he needs my come.” Fen was pouting now. He probably sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care. 

“A minor exaggeration on my part,” said Zenzel, cheeks darkening to an almost adorable shade of purple. “As Asper said, I am still working on my dirty talk.”

“If you truly wish to stop here, Fen, I will not starve,” Asper said softly. 

Fen sighed. That shouldn’t have made him feel better about this, but it wasn’t like anything this night had made Fen feel the way it should have. Fen let himself droop back and thus found himself wrapped up in a pair of strong arms. Asper’s scent — his pheromones, apparently — made Fen once more feel heat curling in his gut. “I don’t know how much I have left in me, after tonight.”

“I wouldn’t need much,” Asper whispered into Fen’s hair. One of his hands was already sliding down Fen’s body, and Fen let his head fall against Asper’s shoulder. He was getting too old for three orgasms in a single evening, or had thought he’d been, anyhow. His dick was bewitched. As Asper’s fingers approached it, it began once more to perk up. Well, fine, go big or go home. 

“If we’re doing this again,” said Fen, “I’d really like someone to fuck me.” 

“Oh,” Asper said. “You would?”

Zenzel tipped their head. “Your mouth or your rec—” They looked to Asper and finished, “Your ass?” 

Fen shifted in Asper’s arms. “Both would be good.”

Asper chuckled into Fen’s hair. “Oh, I really like you.” He exchanged a glance with Zenzel before saying, “I think then, Fen, I shall lay claim to your mouth. This time, at least. Zen’s situation might be… a bit tricky after a long night.” 

“Yeah?” Fen asked. 

Zenzel sighed. “Beings who have yet to figure out intergalactic travel and their lack of imagination when it comes to biology.”

“I think I have a pretty good imagination.” Fen recalled the Bad Dragon dildos he’d browsed in the first lonely nights after his break-up. He could picture any number of them beneath Zenzel’s boxers. When he got home from the wedding, he would order that pink kaiju one he’d been eyeing, fuck whatever Charles had said about sex toys being for desperate perverts. Fen was a desperate pervert. 

Zenzel tugged down their boxers. The first thing Fen noticed was that their happy trail was a light smattering of purple scales, that their skin grew more and more scaled as it traveled down. Between their legs was something that reminded Fen of a cunt if he sort of squinted, except, rather than a clit, Zenzel had a small, slightly ridged dick, and from beneath their folds stretched wriggling tentacles. …Okay, Fen hadn’t seen anything like that on Bad Dragon. He swallowed. These two really weren’t human. “So, how would it be best for me to take you?” 

“How about on your knees?” Asper suggested.

And thus Fen ended up on the bed, mouth stuffed full of Asper’s cock — which was as long and thick as Fen had hoped, and human-shaped, except for a few ridges near the head  —  and Zenzel lining up behind him. The dick that had seemed almost modest did not feel that way as it entered Fen. It grew as it slid inside, and each ridge hit places that Fen hadn’t thought were sensitive. The tentacles decided to take care of his dick, but they were much more gentle and teasing than the chrome creature that had come before them. 

Asper’s hand ran through Fen’s hair, and he let Fen set the pace, making approving little hums as Fen took him deeper. “You’ve been such a good boy all night,”  Asper said.

“So flexible,” Zenzel added, their voice almost breathy. Because of Fen. He’d done that. Moaning, Fen took Asper even deeper, and pressed back against Zenzel. He could take more. He could take anything the two had to give him. 

“Patience,” Zenzel said, but their hips stuttered and Fen took the initiative to fuck himself harder on their dick, enjoying the way Zenzel gasped at the motion. 

“I thought you were tired,” Zenzel said. 

Fen’s response to that was to grind back, and Asper laughed. “Oh, if you could see the face Zen is making,” Asper said, and then Zenzel was fucking Fen properly, hard and rough, exactly how Fen had wanted them to. Asper kept a steady hold on Fen’s hair, so he wasn’t jostled to the point of choking, but soon enough his fingers were tightening, and Fen relished the sting of it. He shut his eyes as they fucked him, and it didn’t take too long for any of them. Zenzel came first, spilling inside Fen with a high-pitched cry. Asper soon followed, holding Fen down so Fen had no choice but to swallow everything he offered. The tentacles had retreated almost as soon as Zenzel came, but Zenzel’s hand replaced them, and it took only a few firm pumps to send Fen over the edge. 

They lay there, tangled together, for what could only have been a few minutes, but time felt gooey and malleable. Fen was sticky and Zenzel’s knees bumped awkwardly against his sides, but he didn’t want to move. When Asper shifted beneath him, Fen whined. 

“Sorry, dear boy, just a moment.” Fen blinked his eyes open to find Asper leaning over to take Zenzel’s come-covered fingers into his mouth. Then his long, forked tongue slid over Zenzel’s palm, cleaning up the rest of the mess. 

“Oh, wow.” Fen exhaled. 

“He has been waiting all night,” Zenzel said. 

And didn’t that make something warm and strange twist in Fen’s gut. “I really should have let you two watch…” 

“Now you know for next time.” Zenzel reached across the bed for some tissues to wipe their fingers with. 

“…I don’t really live around here, you know,” said Fen.

“Well of course. Neither do we,” Asper replied. “But we are travelers, dear boy. There is no reason we cannot visit you.”

They had Fen stared. “Do you visit a lot of humans?” 

Asper shrugged. “A few, here and there. Why? Would you like to meet any of them? I think you and Gabriel would get along particularly well.” 

“I believe Fen would prefer Abdul’s company.” 

“Hmm… Perhaps we could introduce him to both. Tell us, Fen, have you ever visited Paris?”

Fen laughed. “I don’t think I can afford Paris.” This was ridiculous and yet the two were shrugging. 

Asper said, “Why, we wouldn’t make you pay for it. That would be uncouth.” 

Fen was pretty sure nothing about this night had been remotely ‘couth’, and yet, well, fuck it. Okay. They weren’t the shittiest people he could give his number to. “How about you visit me in New York first. I’ll be back in a week.” 

Zenzel tapped their not-bracelet. “We can arrive in two weeks. Please tell us how best to contact you.” 

So Fen did. Then the three of them went to shower together, and Fen was impressed at just how easy it was for three people to maneuver in this cheap motel’s showers. 

—-

When Aunt Aggie, bless her, started to complain about the catering Sergio’s family had arranged, Fen smiled, offered her a martini glass of ceviche, and said, “Oh, Auntie, have I told you about my new boyfriends?” 

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