( it's his own fault, really, for lulling so easily into a sense of complacency, forgetting the likely danger inherent to the nature of this experiment. he wasn't chosen because he wanted a friend; he was chosen for this— disposable, should things go too far out of hand. at least wataru continues to caress him, and that's the only measure of distraction he finds himself allowed.
his wings beat against the tentacles, but it's not difficult to restrain them. he feels light-headed, feels like he's seeing mostly white, and, despite everything, he responds well - very well - to wataru forcing two tentacles inside him, almost as well as he does to wataru teasing his clit, his body prrsssing against wataru's with a disoriented sort of bliss despite how he'd been trying to push him away before. he's wet and wet and wet; his tears freely dripping freely down his face (ah, it hurts, it hurts), his jaw pushed too wide and saliva spilling from his lips, and the tentacles between his legs drenched sticky and clear with every thrust, clinging sticky to his thighs.
the heat inside him seems to reach a nearly fever pitch, the meat growing easy and pliable to chew, until he makes a sharp sort of gasp not timed with one of wataru's bites, but after the final few thrusts- and his body trembles as he arches upwards, wrapping his arms loose and weak around wataru's neck despite himself. and then his body falls limp, like there's no energy left in it, his wings fanning into the water and his halo slow.
he doesn't respond to the kiss or the farewell, overwhelmed by emotion and sensation, but he does register them clearly. blindly while lying there, he ... reaches for the space beside him, vaguely patting the rock until he finds the shell he was gifted at the start. he brings it to his chest, curled tight as he can manage in his palm, and his panicked breathing slows as he closes his eyes.
several minutes later, when it seems sure that wataru is done with his business and he isn't likely to come back up, the usual robot model (small with rounded edges and moves with a glide) elevates from beneath the sand. it generally comes to collect the remains of wataru's companions, as it does here; just, eichi happens to stil be alive, for the moment. though small, it shifts its mechanisms into something thin enough to scoop eichi up under it, at which point it functions like a stretcher. it quickly hurries into a small entrance that opens by the wall as if from nothing, sealing itself back up quite instantly. creating entry and exit points wataru cant get into is quite the headache.
some hours later, after assessing eichi and determining the brood would take to his body, and that wataru seems to have taken a liking to him, the scientists - through speakers - inform wataru that they have good news: his playmate would be back for him once they finish patching him up, and he may return even sooner if wataru behaves. (there's no truth to this, though; it's only bargaining, to avoid further incidents.)
in the meantime, they attempt to have wataru continhe with his other experiments, whether in that room or otherwise - business as usual, as if eichi has never happened. optimism has them hoping he may briefly forget about his companion for awhile, as it'll take two to three weeks to not only fix him up, but to install regenerative properties to ensure a longer study. just, it's like trying to install hardware to a piece of tissue paper - difficult to do with something so delicate, and so it takes time. if wataru asks where he is, they simply say he's "coming along" and will be back soon. very rarely anything new, and they avoid making promises with certainty that he Will be back, because, as much as they'd like to continue this experiment, they can't control whether or not the minor remodeling of eichi's body will be successful. )
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his wings beat against the tentacles, but it's not difficult to restrain them. he feels light-headed, feels like he's seeing mostly white, and, despite everything, he responds well - very well - to wataru forcing two tentacles inside him, almost as well as he does to wataru teasing his clit, his body prrsssing against wataru's with a disoriented sort of bliss despite how he'd been trying to push him away before. he's wet and wet and wet; his tears freely dripping freely down his face (ah, it hurts, it hurts), his jaw pushed too wide and saliva spilling from his lips, and the tentacles between his legs drenched sticky and clear with every thrust, clinging sticky to his thighs.
the heat inside him seems to reach a nearly fever pitch, the meat growing easy and pliable to chew, until he makes a sharp sort of gasp not timed with one of wataru's bites, but after the final few thrusts- and his body trembles as he arches upwards, wrapping his arms loose and weak around wataru's neck despite himself. and then his body falls limp, like there's no energy left in it, his wings fanning into the water and his halo slow.
he doesn't respond to the kiss or the farewell, overwhelmed by emotion and sensation, but he does register them clearly. blindly while lying there, he ... reaches for the space beside him, vaguely patting the rock until he finds the shell he was gifted at the start. he brings it to his chest, curled tight as he can manage in his palm, and his panicked breathing slows as he closes his eyes.
several minutes later, when it seems sure that wataru is done with his business and he isn't likely to come back up, the usual robot model (small with rounded edges and moves with a glide) elevates from beneath the sand. it generally comes to collect the remains of wataru's companions, as it does here; just, eichi happens to stil be alive, for the moment. though small, it shifts its mechanisms into something thin enough to scoop eichi up under it, at which point it functions like a stretcher. it quickly hurries into a small entrance that opens by the wall as if from nothing, sealing itself back up quite instantly. creating entry and exit points wataru cant get into is quite the headache.
some hours later, after assessing eichi and determining the brood would take to his body, and that wataru seems to have taken a liking to him, the scientists - through speakers - inform wataru that they have good news: his playmate would be back for him once they finish patching him up, and he may return even sooner if wataru behaves. (there's no truth to this, though; it's only bargaining, to avoid further incidents.)
in the meantime, they attempt to have wataru continhe with his other experiments, whether in that room or otherwise - business as usual, as if eichi has never happened. optimism has them hoping he may briefly forget about his companion for awhile, as it'll take two to three weeks to not only fix him up, but to install regenerative properties to ensure a longer study. just, it's like trying to install hardware to a piece of tissue paper - difficult to do with something so delicate, and so it takes time. if wataru asks where he is, they simply say he's "coming along" and will be back soon. very rarely anything new, and they avoid making promises with certainty that he Will be back, because, as much as they'd like to continue this experiment, they can't control whether or not the minor remodeling of eichi's body will be successful. )