Tangled Up in You
Title: Tangled Up in You
Author: Gedry
Pairings: Adam/Elijah (an angel), set in my schmoop bingo 2.0 and kiss bingo verses.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1642
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I am making no profit from this fanfiction.
Spoilers: none
Warnings: tentacles.
Summary: Written for my moonofblindness who wanted tentacle porn. I love her so it had to be done. I’m not sure why in my mind if you get partially turned into a squid you gain something like a vagina. *shakes head* I’m sorry!!
Tangled Up in You
“I swear this is the last time I help them with anything,” Adam moans as he flops back against the tub. “I’m getting pruny.”
“What you’re getting is whiny,” Elijah corrects, and then ducks at the splashing water headed his way.
“Yeah right!” Adam yells, “Says the guy who still has his legs!”
“I concede,” Elijah answers with a ducked head and hands held out in front of his face. “I’m not going to win this debate.”
“Damn right you’re not.” Adam huffs as he drops back into the tub. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs a moment later. “I’m just really bored and tired of being stuck in here.”
A water elemental had not taken kindly to the Winchesters destroying its nest. A few well placed whammies later, and Adam had gone from two legged to well……eight armed. The lower half of his body transformed into something resembling a squid; slimy and covered in suction cups that stick to everything. They discovered quickly that he couldn’t stand to be out of the water for long or he started having trouble breathing; so for almost two weeks now, he’s been stuck in the bathtub of the admittedly nice hotel Dean and Cas had put them up in.
The tub is a Jacuzzi one; larger than most so he has some room to move around. Adam’s refused visitors since the first night, when Sam laughed his ass off until he was dragged out of the room by a very pregnant Hel. “I’m sorry,” she had whispered, as she patted one of his wayward tentacles that was curving all around her swollen stomach. “I know all about changes in your body making you feel out of control.”
So since that night it’s just been the two of them, and there’s only but so much TV and book reading you can do before you start to get crabby. Elijah is careful to avoid use of that word since any mention of water dwelling creatures sets his mate off.
“Is there anything I can do to entertain you then?” Elijah offers; hoping to ease his mate’s unhappiness.
“You could jack off while I watched,” Adam says and then blushes.
“You want me to do that?” Elijah sputters. It’s not that he minds or even that they haven’t done that before. It’s just that since the tentacles happened Adam hasn’t really been in the mood.
“I want to be intimate with you E,” Adam explains, while the tentacle that has always seemed the most investigative starts to work it’s way out of the tub to curl around Elijah’s bare ankle.
“Hello, Shirley,” the angel says by way of greeting after a sharp tug on his leg.
“Why are you naming them?” Adam groans.
“I’m not naming them all,” Elijah reassures him “Just this one because it seems to like me so much.”
There’s another tug on his leg, as though the slick appendage wrapped around his ankle was trying to pull him into the tub. Elijah allows it, pondering that he wouldn’t really mind. He misses his mate and though Adam is horrified by the changes in his form Elijah isn’t overly concerned. Adam is still Adam in all the ways that really matter.
Maybe it’s time Elijah showed him that. “Move over,” he orders as he tugs off his shirt. Adam opens his mouth to argue, but every tentacle he has jerks over to make room for Elijah to slide into the tub with him. Once he’s settled, Elijah rolls toward his lover and presses up against Adam’s side with a happy noise.
“You cannot possibly want to do this,” Adam grinds out through clenched teeth, and Elijah notices that he’s pressed all of his appendages as tightly to the sides of the tub as he can.
“It’s only you,” Elijah murmurs as he trails a finger tip down Shirley’s length; watching as she arches everywhere he touches. “You’re different but you’re still mine. It will wear off in a couple of days, and then we won’t ever have the chance again. Don’t you at least want to try it?”
Adam huffs but he slowly relaxes; and Elijah smiles as at first his arms, and then all of his tentacles wrap around him in a comfortable caress. They wind up his legs and down his arms; they wrap over his back and across his hips, and Elijah swears that it has to be the one he calls Shirley that suctions onto his ass.
They kiss and after a few moments, Adam makes a relaxed and contented hum into Elijah’s mouth as he tugs on the angel’s hair and pulls him in tighter. They stroke and pet each other until Adam’s gasping as Elijah laps at his nipples, and the suction from the gripping tentacles gets strong enough, that Elijah thinks he’s going to have several hundred tiny hickies.
Adam stiffens as his hands drop below where his skin changes into something foreign, but Elijah just keeps kissing his neck and his mate eventually relaxes. The alien flesh beneath his questing hands is smooth, and slick, and warm; gentle scratches of his nails make Adam quiver and gasp. As Elijah explores he finds that he’s being tugged by the extra arms to push between and under them; to reach the center of this new and strange part of Adam’s body. The first brush of his fingertips against the heated skin on the inside of the swirling mass of flesh makes Adam grab the sides of the tub with his hands, and pant with wide open eyes.
“E?” he questions, and there’s a thread of fear in there that makes Elijah resist the insistent tugging long enough to kiss his mate soundly, and nuzzle the side of his face. “Love you,” he murmurs, and goes with the flow as the tugging on his wrists increases. He pushes forward up under some kind of flap and finds an opening. There’s the barest touch of his fingers against it and Adam is moaning and writhing.
“Oh,” escapes from Elijah in one long exhale, as he extends his fingers fully, and rubs one of them just inside this quivering hole that he didn’t know was there. Adam keens high in his throat, and everything tightens down holding Elijah in place as he explores; gently dipping inside with two fingers, and moaning at the pressure exerted on his digits by the muscle wall.
“You are so tight,” he whispers, and Adam flushes scarlet and whimpers, even as he shoves forward and tries to get more contact.
It’s….different; maybe even weird. But Adam is coming apart under his attention; falling into a million tiny pieces while Elijah gives him pleasure. Adam’s hands are slapping at the tiled walls, while the rest of his appendages start shifting and moving Elijah’s body to where they think he needs to be.
“You want this?” Elijah questions, because as much as they move without his control, Elijah is still pretty certain the extra body parts don’t actually have a mind of their own.
“Please, please,” Adam moans, as the blunt head of Elijah’s aching dick makes contact with this new and ultra sensitive part of his body.
When he opens his eyes Adam’s gaze is cloudy with desire and need, and Elijah takes the last push on his own, while he smoothes his mate’s hair away from his face and kisses Adam hard.
It’s so tight. Elijah groans and has to stop moving to keep from coming right then from just the feel of it. But it seems Adam wants him out of his mind with pleasure, because the tentacles contract and force him in deeper, before one of them slips across the inner part of his thigh and starts to push its way inside his body.
“Adam,” Elijah barks in surprise even as he shifts his knees to give his lover easier access.
After that it’s a blur of pressure and tiny grips of suction all over his body. Elijah doesn’t even thrash when Adam forces him over onto his back in the tub, and grinds himself down on top of him. He’s not exactly sure what they’re reaching for. Adam’s missing some of the areas that Elijah usually touches to push him over the edge. It doesn’t seem to matter in the end, as Adam slams his hand into the tub wall and knocks some of the tiles loose, while he throws his head back and howls his release.
The internal muscles he now has clamp down on Elijah and force him to climax seconds later. He finds himself with a lap of limp, floppy Adam.
The one wayward tentacle he thinks of as Shirley reaches up to pat the side of his face tenderly, before splashing back into the water with the rest of them. “Good girl,” Elijah mutters.
Adam elbows him in the ribs.
The next morning Dean and Cas come by to drop off food and do some laundry. Elijah is stuffing the fridge full, when Cas notices something on his back as his t-shirt rides up.
“Did you and Adam….” Cas mutters, as he tugs the shirt up farther to examine the row of purple marks trailing across Elijah’s back.
The angel turns to look at his brother with a warning glare, and Cas backs up a step before mouthing ‘How was it?’ over Dean’s head.
Elijah rolls his eyes before offering two thumbs up with a smile and Cas laughs.
Adam wakes up two days later with everything back where it should be.