Kinktober Fic Challenge Day 27: Tentacles
Overwatch, Reaper76, Siren AU
Gabriel is a siren, and Jack is reckless in the face of adventure.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled tentacle fic. Full disclosure: this was supposed to be oviposition, but the fic got too long and so now you get tentacles in the first half and ovi in the second half, which if I manage to get back on schedule will be posted tonight. Pray for me.
I was literally trying to break my record for the most sordid thing I’ve ever written, and yet this is the most elegant freaking tentacle sex, you guys. I don’t even know how this happens to me.
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Jack once knew a sailor who liked to read too many books and who threatened to start calling Jack ‘Odysseus’ for the creative way he captained a ship. Jack is now forced to concede that he might have had a point. Everyone knows there are powers in the world not to be fucked with, but here he is, face to face with a siren, and he’s just as fascinating and dangerous as the legends say.
“Is it true your song is irresistible?” Jack asks the creature. He’s draped, octopus-like appendages of his lower body trailing in the water and twitching lazily, across the rocks that line the point where Jack had been stretching his legs when they encountered each other.
When he’d stumbled across a damned siren sprawled on the rocks, apparently sunning himself, Jack had had two options: run like hell or introduce himself. He’d taken the politer one, and from the amused glint in the siren’s dark eyes when he said hello, he has a feeling it saved his life. They’ve been talking for a good hour now, and Jack has settled on a neighboring boulder, boots stripped off and pants rolled up to dangle his feet in the water. It’s a beautiful, sultry day and the cool of the waves is welcome.
“Yes.” Gabriel—as he’s introduced himself, and Jack’s not about to press him on whether it’s his real name—adjusts position on the rocks, gleaming dark-mottled limbs rolling as he shifts to anchor him securely against the slow slap of the tide. He’s wearing a fortune in strings of pearls and fine gold and silver chains, which he’s wrapped around himself like strings of Christmas lights. They gleam jauntily in the sun against his dark skin and form a strangely beautiful counterpoint to the assorted patterns of scars scattered across both his upper and lower body. Jack knows without asking that no matter how lazily he’s sprawled, he’s met a fellow warrior. “Do you want to hear?”
Jack bites the inside of his cheek. He does, but his stupidity has some limits. “How does it work?”
“I see hearts. I sing people their deepest desires. You, for example.” Gabriel rolls his head to the side, damp curls bouncing over his eyes as he looks up at Jack. “You’re an adventurer. You want a new challenge, a frontier to try yourself against.” He smiles slyly, teeth brilliant white and sharp. “For you, I don’t even have to lie. I could tell you about what’s under the ocean. About monsters that can only live in the crushing depths and sunken treasures haunted by their undying guards and ruins older than humanity lost with all their secrets down there in the dark. Some of them are so deep and strange that they’re even alien to me.” He reaches up one dark-clawed hand to trace it down Jack’s face. He’s as mysterious and mesmerizing as any of his promises, and Jack doesn’t pull away, even when the tip of that claw drags with flirtatious menace along his jaw. “Just think of it, Jack. Things beyond anything you’ve ever imagined. Places no human has ever looked upon and survived.”
Jack doesn’t regret giving this mer-thing his name. All the wisdom cautions against it, but if Gabriel can see into a man’s heart, then what’s the point of withholding the word that’s simply a label for it? “If no man can look on them and survive,” he says, “then there’s not much point in it for me. It’s not a challenge if there’s no promise of surviving to enjoy the victory. It’s just suicide.”
Gabriel’s clawed fingers trail further back till they tangle in the hair at Jack’s nape. “I didn’t say it was impossible, did I? You just have to know the right…person.”
Jack licks the salt spray from his lips. The afterimage of the siren’s touch tingles against his skin. “And do I know the right…person?”
“You might be acquainted with him,” Gabriel says playfully. He pushes himself away from the rocks to slip back into the water until he’s sunken up to his shoulders. With a subtle ripple of limbs, he moves to float in front of Jack, holding out a hand in invitation. “Come here, Jack. I’ll show you.”
Jack looks at his outstretched hand and raises an eloquent eyebrow.
Gabriel laughs. “I’m not going to hurt you, Jack. I just want to show you how it works. I promise I’ll return you to dry land safe and sound. Within minutes, even.”
How a siren knows or cares what minutes are, Jack doesn’t question. In the time they’ve been talking, he’s known all sorts of things he’s had no business knowing. Jack bites his lip and stares at Gabriel’s hand, then at his scarred, fiercely beautiful face. His kind have a thing for promises. If he makes one, then he intends to keep it.
Had Jack thought his stupidity knew limits? How optimistic of him.
He pulls off his jacket, shirt and belt and dumps them in a heap by his boots. Gabriel watches him strip with a pleased air. And then Jack takes his hand and lets him pull him into the water. “Show me.”
Pulling Jack out into a deeper spot in the shoals, Gabriel places his hands on Jack’s pale shoulders and begins to push him down under the water. He’s gentle, and goes slowly enough that Jack could twist free if he wanted to. But even so, a part of his mind warns him that he might be about to die. He should really be more concerned by that, but then again he’s faced death by drowning almost as many times as he’s faced getting up in the morning.
Underwater, Gabriel’s arms wrap around him and hold him close—and then not only his arms. Those must be Gabriel’s tentacles encircling his legs and waist, holding him in a sleek, strong grip. They feel muscular and velvet-soft, surprisingly warm but smooth almost to the point of slickness except where the suckers clasp against his skin like little mouths intent on leaving lovebites. Jack shivers with the thrill of his hold, and he hears Gabriel laugh through the water. His upper body is almost the same as a man’s, powerful with muscle and raked with scars from barnacles, teeth, weapons and other things Jack can only guess at, but his arms around Jack feel as comfortingly familiar as the tentacles are strange. He’s wild and gorgeous and predatory, dangerous and welcoming all at once, and Jack finds himself responding, melting into that embrace to press closer, his hardness growing against Gabriel’s lower abdomen.
Gabriel tilts his head and moves in for a kiss, lips parting to close over Jack’s. His tongue, slick and mobile as one of his tentacles, traces the outline and then the seam of Jack’s lips just firmly enough to make it clear he’s requesting entry.
Jack shivers again at the risk of what he’s doing and opens for him, meeting that tongue with the tip of his own in a little shock of sensation. Gabriel tastes like salt and fish and seaweed and something sweet and utterly foreign. He deepening the kiss, exploring Jack’s mouth until he wins a moan from him. Then without warning, Gabriel breathes deep and forcefully into him.
Jack struggles as he feels his lungs fill with water.
Gabriel lets him go.
They’re within an arm’s reach of the surface. Jack barely needs to flounder before his head breaks water to cough and gasp for air. It doesn’t work. He draws in a lungful and feels like he’s choking on it.
Then Gabriel is there, limbs capturing Jack’s again, stilling his flailing. “Calm down! Calm down, trust me.” He pulls Jack underwater once more. “Now breathe.”
Jack looks at him wide-eyed through the seawater. Gabriel captures his face and brings their mouths together again, breathing another flood of liquid into him. “Breathe.”
He tries not to, but his lungs spasm and he can’t stop himself from inhaling water again. Gabriel’s eyes laugh at him from inches away. “Have you noticed you’re not dead?” The strange quality of his voice cuts right past Jack’s hearing and panic and seems to drop the words straight into his mind.
He’s…not. How…?
“Magic,” Gabriel tells him, in a tone so saucy Jack can’t tell whether it’s supposed to be a joke. He holds Jack there for another few breaths, while he twists and marvels at the unutterable strangeness of feeling water swish in and out of his body yet serve him like it’s air, and then pulls Jack back to the surface and into another kiss.
This time when Gabriel breathes into him, Jack can feel the warm air break through the water in his lungs like a dissipating fog. When Gabriel lets him go, he sucks in a huge breath and finds that everything feels perfectly normal.
Gabriel links his hands behind his head with a smile and drifts backward a few feet, giving Jack some space even though he looks smug over the trick he pulled. “That’s how it works.”
He helps Jack back up onto the rocks—”I did promise”–and then half-hauls himself out of the water to lean on another stone nearby, watching with an openly interested gaze as Jack flops backwards and tries to pull himself together from the shock of nearly drowning…or at least thinking he was. Gabriel’s lower limbs periodically reach out to brush against his legs. Jack wonders if he’s checking on him somehow or if Gabriel just finds Jack as interesting to touch as Jack does him.
Jack’s grip on sanity is beginning to firm up again when Gabriel asks, “So, do you want to go out to the kelp forest?”
His voice sounds innocent, but when Jack glances over, the expression on his face is pure temptation. “Haven’t you ever wondered how it would feel to be a part of the ocean, if you didn’t have to wear all those diving suits and tubes?” Gabriel coaxes. “You humans have to put in so much work just to enter the water. I can show you what the green light and shadow would feel like on your naked skin.” One of his tentacles creeps over and twines around Jack’s leg to stroke gently at the soft skin behind his knee, almost like the promise of a kelp frond fluttering over him. Seeming to know that he has Jack halfway charmed, he gives him a wicked grin and purrs, “I promise I’ll have you back safe on dry land by sunset.”
Jack thinks about how it felt to breathe water, the terror and thrill of belonging to the ocean if only for just a moment…and he pushes himself back into the water. “Show me, then.”
Knowing what’s coming helps, the second time Gabriel kisses the sea into him. He still panics—millennia of animal instinct are hard to overcome—but Gabriel holds him, makes him focus on him and that silk-and-sandpaper voice that’s halfway in his head until Jack’s subconscious accepts that his lungs are still pumping and that oxygen can still be found in his bloodstream.
The kelp forest is worth it. He’s never seen anything like it. It’s like an uncanny fairyland version of the most beautiful forest he’s ever seen and Gabriel leads him through the olivine shadows and undulating jewel-flashes of its wildlife like he belongs there. Schools of little fish flash silver in the filtered light as they flick away from their visitors. Fish of bright orange and blue and yellow glint shyly between the curtaining drifts of kelp fronds. Blue urchins, rust-colored crabs, something that looks like a lacy pink fern all wave gently in the water currents of the lower reaches.
Jack has always felt like he belonged to the sea. His entire adult life, he’s sailed on it, fought on it, lived on its bounty and fought to survive its terrors. But he has never known it like this, surrounding him on all sides, in his veins, in his lungs. Gabriel wasn’t lying: on this jaunt, he gives Jack a taste of what it is to be a part of the world beneath. It’s heady, and Jack understands instinctively that it’s dangerous for him. This is the kind of temptation he could lose himself to.
In the shadow of a wrecked sailboat, with kelp leaves winding around them like heavy silken streamers, Gabriel clasps Jack to him and kisses him until Jack winds his legs around Gabriel’s waist, aching with need. Gabriel smiles against his mouth and his limbs come up to cradle Jack’s body.
Gabriel kneads him everywhere, a slow rippling suction across all his exposed skin. Jack closes his eyes and trembles at the sensation of it across his chest, his shoulders, his back, his calves. Gabriel’s hands undo his pants, pushing them down around his hips to free his erection so Gabriel can cup it. He strokes it bemusedly at first, and then with delight at the way his touch makes Jack squirm in his hold.
Jack’s ankles are caught in a tight winding grip where he’s hooked them behind Gabriel’s back, keeping him locked around Gabriel’s waist. With his free hand, Gabriel cups the curve of Jack’s pectoral muscle, squeezing it and teasing curiously at his nipple when it tightens at the stimulation. Jack gasps and arches into the touch for more. A tentacle massages down the small of his back, the pressure of the suction cups sending little sparkles of sensation up and down his spine. Its nimble tip curves around to cup his ass and prod between his cheeks.
There’s a moment when Jack hangs suspended, uncertain about what’s going to happen. Gabriel captures his face in his hand and brings their mouths together again, kissing him again and again and then continuing down his throat as the tentacle behind him toys at his entrance and then begins to push in. Jack twists, caught between it and the hand still working his cock.
He doesn’t know why he’s allowing this when he’s never let anyone do this to him before—even in the senses that they were capable of. Doesn’t know why Gabriel feels better than anyone or anything that’s ever touched him. They say things about sirens—about their intoxicating natures, about their allure. But to Jack it feels more like Gabriel’s touch throws into contrast the hollowness of every other encounter he’s had.
The thing inside him writhes, stretching him gently as it pushes deeper, dragging languidly along his inner walls to set him writhing in turn in Gabriel’s embrace. He skims his hands across Gabriel’s body, his own pleasure making him hungry to reciprocate. Gabriel’s torso is smooth, feels just like human skin and moves against him with the movements of human flesh and bone, but he’s missing certain human anatomy, no nipples or cock. Jack hesitates when he feels the flesh change texture beneath his touch, down around Gabriel’s hips. It becomes softer, velvety, ripples responsively under his hands, and Jack almost withdraws until Gabriel catches at his wrists to tug them back, arches against him in a way that communicates across the boundaries of species.
Jack follows Gabriel’s tug; his hands are pulled into the folds of Gabriel’s lower limbs. Unsure what to do, Jack wiggles his fingers and strokes at the almost impossibly soft texture of his skin there. Gabriel growls and.bows forward against Jack’s shoulder. His entire body tightens in and around Jack’s, and Jack jerks in his grip as his orgasm takes him at the sudden stimulation.
He lets Gabriel gather him up against his chest and drift toward the surface while he tries to figure out what he just participated in.
“I admit I didn’t tell the entire truth before,” Gabriel says against his throat once he’s given Jack his breath back. “You’ve got something else you want even more than your craving for adventure.”
Head pulled back so Gabriel can kiss his way down his neck, Jack simply hums questioningly.
“You want someone to share it with.” Gabriel pulls Jack’s head back down to look him in the face. “Will I see you again?”
That would be an insane thing to do. This whole adventure has been insane. He’s half-convinced he’s been a breath or a wrong word away from death every minute of the entire afternoon.
He wants to.
Gabriel smiles at him.
The siren is as good as his word. By the time the horizon is splitting the sun, Jack’s feet are back on the spit of gravelly sand where his clothes lie waiting for him. Gabriel folds his arms over a rock and watches him dry his hair with his shirt.
“I’m going back to sea soon,” Jack tells him at last. “I suppose you can find me anytime you like, there, but there’s no privacy on board a ship. I’ll come back here when we come back to port.”
“I’ll see you then,” Gabriel replies.
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