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The Tentacle Monster Everyone Wanted

Except the o

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person who rea

lly

mattered

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Evie Kiels

The Tentacle MonsterEveryone Wanted

Except the one person who really mattered^

Evie Kiels

Copyright © 2012 Evie Kiels.

All rights reserved.

No one in this book is real.

Everyone is made up.

Tentacled humans do not exist.

Sorry.

To Ms S. DerrHappy Birthday

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Chapter One: Blast from the Past

The client struggled. Kip tightened his grip on the man's wrists and ankles, pulling his arms and legs taught. The man tensed, what little bit he was able, as if to escape. "No!" the man cried. "Let me go!" Kip stifled a sigh and slid another arm around the man's waist. "Oh please! Someone help!"

Kip glanced at the clock concealed in shadow. He timed the captivity and release precisely — mostly to avoid accidents and subsequent law suits. There was only so much a body could take, and the last thing Kip needed was to fill out the mountain of paperwork detailing exactly how injury-by-tentacle had occurred.

His arms were going soft, again. Going a full client session was becoming more and more difficult. When images of Brad Pitt and Chris Pine had failed to keep him aroused, Kip let go of the mental block of stubbornness and thought of Aniket — his thick black hair that fell casually over his forehead, brushing against thick black eyebrows that arched mischievously over brown eyes which were fringed in long, dense lashes. Kip gave an involuntary dreamy sigh. Aniket had been on crew, and what a body, all toned and sculpted. The best moments of Kip's teenage life had been watching water drops trickle down Aniket's chest over each and every dip of his perfect six-pack abs. No one had a six-pack in high school, except Aniket. Kip's arms were firm again, and he concentrated on the memory, refusing to think beyond it.

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The client moaned. Kip waited until the client struggled hard, then released him. The man scrambled along the floor, which was covered in two inches of water. He collided with the wall to Kip's left, then he stumbled the other way and hit the wall to the right. The room was rectangular in shape, with only eight feet separating the walls.

Kip stretched, preparing to capture the man once again. Aniket. Desire pulsed strong through each of his many arms. He snapped an arm out, wrapped it around the client's waist and lifted him high into the air.

"Please!" The client panted, that excited quick intake and release of breath that only the painfully aroused could make. "Let me go," the man cried, excited and hopeful. "I'll do anything!" His voice cracked on 'anything'.

"Anything?" Kip asked with a suggestive leer in his voice.

"Yes," the man sobbed. "Anything." The man's cock pointed obscenely away from his body. It might be possible for Kip to avoid touching it. He could get off most men without actually fucking them. In fact, he chose only those men as his clients.

Kip slid another arm forward, wrapping it around the man's ankles and coiling it up and along his skin. Kip stopped just before the junction of the man's leg and body. Simultaneously, Kip rubbed another arm from the man's wet shoulder down to his nipple. It did the trick. The man moaned and shook and shot into the shallow water.

"You have pleased me," Kip said, in what he thought of as his 'god voice'. He set his boneless client gently against

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a wall. When Kip was sure the man was steady and wouldn't fall over and drown, he turned and jumped into the deep — isolated — pool of water in the back corner of the room that was his exit.

He swam through the short underwater passage into his dressing room. His tentacles were receding since he no longer maintained his own private Aniket-wank-show in his head. He hurried to the shower and scrubbed the oil and sensory duller off while the tentacles were still out. Once he was clean and could taste the air again, he turned off the shower and rubbed a towel over his head, pulling the water from his hair. He felt the tightening of his skin and started drying off his body now that the tentacles had receded and all of his extra arms were out of the way.

After dressing in jeans and three shirts — long sleeved T, light hoodie, and heavy flannel — Kip stuffed his wallet into his back pocket, turned off the light, and shut the door behind him. Since it was Friday, he detoured by Alice's desk to get his paycheck. Sometimes he envied Alice, sitting at her desk all day, talking to who she wanted and touching no one. She gave him a slight smile and held out his check. "Thanks, Al," he said.

"Have a good weekend, K."Kip left through the rear door. The fall day was

overcast, rainy, gusty — miserable. He lifted his hood and settled it over his hair. He wasn't sure what he'd do over the weekend. He had no friends, except Jessi, but she was always out with her friends, if not out working, volunteering, studying or in classes. And she was his sister, so she didn't count at all. He turned into Crystal Coffee and shook the rain

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off his clothes."Hey Kip," Jessi called from behind the bar. "Usual?""Please." Kip sneezed. Shit, he did not need to be sick.

Even though he didn't really need to be healthy until Monday.

"How was work?" Jessi set a mug topped by a tall mountain of whipped cream in front of him.

"Work." Kip held the mug and enjoyed the warmth seeping into his chilled fingers. He took a sip, savoring the rich chocolate that caressed his taste buds. "Speaking of—" Jessi laughed, interrupting him to lean over and wipe a dollop of whipped cream off his upper lip. "—Thanks. Anyway. Stop working. And give me your job."

She laughed again. "No way; I need my pin money, you know."

Kip rolled his eyes, secretly wishing she'd said yes. "Pin money? Reading regency again?"

"Maybe.""I can give you more for allowance.""Oh, come on. I don't want an allowance. I feel bad

enough you put me through school.""Psh. My dream is to see you happy, following your

dreams, saving the world, one third-world baby at a time. "Jessi plopped down in the chair across from him. "Oh!

Guess what!""What?" Kip took another sip of hot chocolate."I have an interview with the Peace Corps!" She

squeed. She honest-to-god squeed. Kip covered his laughter but let the grin shine through. "It would be perfect. Two years as a nurse. Med school. The world. Now, when I


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leave…"Kip felt the overwhelming loneliness throb in his

chest. He knew it was coming — Jessi leaving home. Everyone left, after all. He had thought he'd have her longer, though. Four more years, at least. Jessi looked at him expectantly, and Kip realized he had no idea what she'd been saying. "Sorry, what did you say?"

She gave him an exasperated look, but said, "Aniket's back."

Oh. Oh. Well. That was… nice. Not like Aniket would see him. Or talk to him. Or be in a five-mile radius of him. But… Kip supposed it was nice that Aniket was around.

Jessi flicked her finger against his hand. He looked up at her. "I thought you'd be happier," she said.

Kip sighed and shrugged. "We haven't talked since…""Well, maybe you should. He's hot, Kip. H-O-T.

Ohmygod hot—""Which is all that matters," he teased.She grinned. "He asked about you. He…" Jessi's voice

trailed off.Kip leaned forward waiting for her to continue. When

she didn't, Kip prompted, "He…?" The bells over the door chimed in the background.

"Heeeee's here right now! Bye! I'll see you at home!" Jessi grabbed her coat and was out of sight before he could blink once. He swung around and—

Hot was an understatement.Ohmygod hot was an understatement.And Kip wanted to know how beauty could hurt so

damn much.

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Chapter Two: Death Imminent

The first important person who had left Kip was Aniket. It had been a colossal disaster of epic proportions. Kip had no idea it would happen. If he had, he would have… well, he didn't know what he would have done differently. It was impossible to stay away from Aniket, who drew Kip on a level deeper than he understood or could articulate. One look into Aniket's bottomless brown eyes and teenage-Kip had been hooked.

He hadn't known about all his extra arms then. All he knew was Aniket was God's gift to man, and he wanted to lick that gift from toe to ear — and Aniket's ears were the finest Kip had seen.

They had been playing Tekken in Kip's room. It was late, really late. Two a.m. late. Aniket pulled off a six-move combo (with Panda of all characters) and TKO-ed Kip. It was awesome, and that more than anything kept Kip from being pissed at losing again. They watched the slow motion replay. He still didn't know how Aniket had done it. Panda. For fuck's sake.

They set aside the controllers. His hand was sore and his fingers stiff. He looked at Aniket, and Aniket was looking right back at him. Kip was lost in the brown pools of Aniket's eyes, wanting to kiss him, wanting to taste him, and then Aniket touched his chest, right in the center. And that's when Kip found out about the tentacles.

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Aniket called him tentacle monster! among other names, but that was the worst. Then he threw a controller into Kip's head. They never spoke again. Kip skipped high school graduation so that he didn't have to see Aniket's face one more time than necessary.

Although it looked like that avoidance was about to end. Right… now.

"Kip."Kip sat ramrod straight in the chair. Maybe it was an

illusion — a weird, happy illusion. His brain was doing funny things with the knowledge that Jessi was leaving him. Aniket wasn't actually here.

Aniket walked around to the empty chair. "Mind if I sit?"

Did he? It didn't matter. Aniket sat without waiting for a response. Kip gripped his hot chocolate. What should he do? What should he say? He glanced around Aniket's hands. Jessi had left a pen there. Kip didn't think a pen could do too much damage. Not unless Aniket got right up in his face and stabbed it into his neck. But there could be a projectile in one of his pockets or… did he have a bag with him?

Why hadn't Kip paid more attention? Jessi still needed him, and he didn't want to leave her… but if someone decided to kill the tentacle monster…

"Jessi is doing well," Aniket said.Kip blinked. Jessi. Right. "She is." Normally he would

start gushing over her accomplishments. Normally he wasn't looking for weapons from his conversation partner.

"She said your parents…" Aniket closed his eyes, as if

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resetting his thoughts. "It's been a very long time."Kip nodded. "It has." He needed to figure out how to

gracefully leave. Best not to anger the hot tentacle-monster-hater. If only he had an excuse — a plausible one. He glanced at the clock. 5:15 p.m. And suddenly he had one. He took a deep breath, hoping he could escape the cafe with no damage to betentacled-human-thing or establishment — he really did want Jessi's job. Kip plastered on a non-threatening smile. "I hope you didn't stop in just to see me, cause I have to go. Gotta get to the bank before it closes."

"Oh." Aniket frowned, then smiled. Was it normal to go through emotions so quickly? Kip checked, and Aniket's hands were still on the table — projectile free. "I'll go with you."

"No!" Kip closed his eyes and mentally cursed. He cracked an eye open. Aniket didn't look angry, so Kip relaxed as much as possible. "I mean. No, that's okay. It's a crappy day — night… and I walked. And it's raining. And crappy…"

"You said crappy twice." Aniket and his beautiful full lips were mocking him. Kip heard the unvoiced tentacle monster at the end: You said crappy, twice, tentacle monster.

"Sorry?" Kip stood up and pulled his heavy flannel back on. "It was nice—" Kip felt the blush heat his face when his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "Nice to see you again. And uh… I hope you enjoy your stay." Kip walked quickly out of the shop like the tentacle-coward he was, ignoring Aniket calling his name.

The rain and wind had both picked up — as if that were even possible. Kip reconsidered going to the bank. He


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could go tomorrow when it was supposed to be merely drizzling.

Fingers gripped his elbow and spun him around. "Kip, please! Please stop."

Kip tried and tried to free his arm from Aniket's grip. His muscles burned from the effort. Was this how his clients felt being held by him? Trapped? In danger? What the hell did they get out of it? Kip tugged at his arm again. His body shook, causing drops of water to sluice down his skin.

"Kip, for the love of God. Stop. I'm not going to hurt you."

That only caused Kip to struggle harder. Aniket wrapped his other arm around Kip and pulled him in. Aniket's arms were unbreakable bands of muscle. Kip couldn't move. He couldn't escape. He was terrified. Aniket was going to skin him alive and Jessi would have to bury him — closed casket — and would his parents ever find out? He couldn't control the shaking. His teeth chattered violently and what the fuck did his clients get out of this? He pushed at Aniket again, but it was futile.

Kip was never taking another client again. If he lived long enough to clear his calendar and quit his job. He couldn't believe he'd been doing this to living creatures for the past five years.

"Shhhh." Aniket kept making those sounds. Lull him into a false sense of safety? Kip didn't think so.

Struggle obviously didn't work, so Kip tried for polite. "Please let me go." He was quite proud of how steady his voice was.

Aniket threaded his arm around Kip's waist, keeping

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them securely joined. "Nope. I have a feeling you'll run faster than a paper devil if I let you go."

"Paper… devil?"Aniket shrugged. "Something my great-grandmother

used to say. It meant fast.""Right. ""You and I have unfinished business."There it was. Kip knew it. Aniket was going to kill him.

How ironic… killed by the source of his most beloved imagined pornos.

"Unfinished business?" Kip squeaked. "No. No we don't. I'm pretty sure our business is quite finished. I don't know why you're here — and no, no unfinished business — but you don't have to be. I wasn't going to talk to you again. I swear. I don't hurt anyone. They like it. So I'm not being bad. You don't have to exterminate me… or whatever. And we can all go on with our lives."

"Exterminate… they like it? What are you talking about? Who likes what?"

Kip took advantage of the slack in Aniket's hold and pushed away. He was ten feet away before he turned and said, "Uh… nothing. Jessi is going to worry. I need to go. Great see — no never mind. Bye, Aniket." Kip turned to leave, but looked back. "Why are you so beautiful?"

Aniket raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth, but Kip ran. He turned, he ran, he went around random streets to make sure Aniket wasn't following him. He got some pop at a Seven-Eleven. When he was absolutely sure Aniket was nowhere near, he went home.

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the time Kip realized someone else was in the hall with him, Aniket had pressed him up against the apartment door.

"We're going to talk. Now, let us inside."

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Chapter Three: Tentacle Monsters

The second important person — people — who left Kip were his parents. They left the day after Kip graduated high school. No note. Nothing. Just a house, a sister, and a legal document transferring all of it to him. If they had died, at least Kip would have felt loved. Instead, Kip was abandoned. It was a subtler rejection than Aniket's, but just as painful. Kip's parents didn't love him; Aniket thought he was a monster. Too much emotion from the boy he loved, not enough from the family that was supposed to love him.

He sold the house to help pay for food and Jessi's schooling. Which were great reasons. The real reason was because there were too many memories. Memories of his parents. Memories of Aniket before he hated Kip. After his parents left, he focused every last bit of effort into Jessi. Helping her cope with the loss of their parents, helping her get through school, making sure her boyfriends knew her big bad brother was itching to kick their ass for the slightest reason.

The tentacle monster gig had come up by chance. He had a lot of spare time during the day while Jessi was at school, and during a bout of extreme boredom, he went to a male strip club and there was a tentacle themed show. He talked to the owner and one thing led to another. Originally he had only done public shows. It was gratifying the people actually liked him for the detestable appendages. Then he did private, more intimate shows. He didn't know why the


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men liked being held captive by his extra arms, just that they did. He got very good at restraining them and they paid him handsomely for it.

But after tonight, he couldn't do it. Not one more man. Not that it would be an issue, because Aniket knew where he lived and there were knives inside, but maybe Jessi would come home and rescue him.

"Kip," Aniket said, exasperated. "Open the fucking door."

The keys clinked together in his shaking hand. He missed the keyhole twice before Aniket grabbed the keys and unlocked the door. He was pushed inside before the door locked behind him. Kip ran to the other side of the couch, not that the thing would keep Aniket away, but he felt better with some sort of barrier between them.

"Go get into some dry clothes. I brought anime." Aniket held up a bag that Kip hadn't noticed.

"Anime?" The world made no sense. Anime. Dry clothes. Aniket. Unfinished business. Kip closed his eyes. He counted to ten. He opened them again. Aniket was still there.

"Yeah. Dry clothes. Go. Off with you." Aniket made shooing motions with his hands.

Kip gave up. If today was his day to die, then so be it. Jessi would be fine. She was a grown woman, self-sufficient. They had enough stashed away to get her through med school and beyond.

Kip wandered into his room and pulled off his soaking clothes, dropping them onto a bare patch of floor with a loud splat.

And really, what did Kip have to live for? Nothing.

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Just Jessi. No one cared about him beyond his appendages. He had no friends. Made no meaningful contribution to society. Yeah, if it was his time, Kip was okay with that. (Not really, but there didn't seem to be any options other than acceptance at this point.)

He pulled on sweat pants and a soft sweatshirt. He looked at himself in the mirror and took them off again. After digging through the basket of clean clothes, he found a pair of jeans that fit well and a gray-striped button down that Jessi had given him because it "brought out his eyes." He wasn't really sure what that meant, but it sounded like a good thing.

The carpet cushioned his bare feet as he walked silently back to the living room. Aniket sat on the couch, game remote in hand. An involuntary shudder worked its way through Kip's body. Two beers sat on the coffee table, as well as a bowl of tortilla chips and salsa. Last meal.

"Gonna stand there all night? It's more comfortable on the couch." Aniket waved him over.

Kip sat as far from Aniket as he possibly could. He should have invested in other chairs for the room. He and Jessi so rarely had guests over that lack of seating wasn't a problem. At the moment, Kip could think of few things worse than having only a couch.

Aniket leaned forward, staring at Kip's forehead. "I wanted to say sorry. "

The words and their order made no sense. "What?""Sorry. For the game controller." Aniket lifted a hand

and Kip flinched away. Aniket sighed and drew back. "There was so much blood. I don't see a scar, though."


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"No scar." Kip pushed himself deeper into the couch corner.

"This is some anime I watched when I was younger." Kip didn't understand the topic change, but he went with it. "Japanese like their tentacle monsters, right? They're not exactly… well, you'll see."

The show started playing. He didn't understand what was going on, and it seemed like maybe Aniket has started in the middle of the series. "Why aren't we starting at the beginning?"

"The story doesn't matter. Just this episode."The show wasn't bad. Space dragons that could alter

their shape fought on behalf of their beloved humans. But then something horrible happened. A space monster cornered several girls that had bullied its beloved human. The space monster grew tentacles and inserted them into various orifices, and the tentacles grew. And grew. Until there was no girl, just body splatter and bloody tentacles. "I'm going to be sick," Kip said, as his stomach rolled and pushed into his throat.

"No kidding. When I first saw it, I felt the same. I was fourteen." Aniket shook his head and shuddered. He got up and put another DVD into the PS3.

Kip really thought he was going to vomit. Was Aniket planning to show him the horrors of his tentacle monster animated brethren before skinning him? Maybe. Maybe not. Kip was so confused.

A different show started playing, this time from the beginning. It was about a robot with wild blue hair and a face devoid of emotion. She kicked serious ass. She got more

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powerful through the series, and during the final episode, tentacles of metal and circuitry emerged from her back and caused a blood bath unrivaled by anything Hollywood had put together. The tentacles sliced brains, people, entered into noses, pushed brains out through ears.

"Aniket, seriously. What the fuck?"Aniket turned off the television. "That stunning

display of Japanese animated horror was my introduction to tentacle monsters. Now, putting that together with you, your uh… what do you call them?"

"Arms.""Arms… creatures like you aren't supposed to exist.

I'm trying to explain…" Aniket looked at him so earnestly, like he wanted Kip to understand and accept. "I freaked out, but I shouldn't have."

"You did, and you should have." Kip was now pretty sure he would live to see the dawn, but he wasn't sure what Aniket wanted.

"It was…" Aniket took a deep breath. Kip stayed tucked into the opposite corner of the couch. Maybe this was just some moment of catharsis Aniket needed to have. "It's just, I loved you. You were like the most amazing person and your smile and ass and I just wanted to rip our clothes off and roll around until we died from starvation. And then you…"

Now that Kip believed death was no longer imminent, the image took hold and wouldn't leave. It was lovely. Him and this older Aniket, intertwined legs and arms and— The skin along his sides felt loose and fluid and oh God, not now.

"Leave," Kip said, sounding only slightly panicked.


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"You need to leave.""But… I'm trying to apologize. "Kip took a deep calming breath. The PS3 remote was

next to Aniket's right hand and, despite the gore of the television, Kip had almost imagined they were still friends watching TV way too late. An arm wriggled under his shirt and the panic iced his blood.

"Leave. Now. I heard you. And now you need to leave." Aniket's face fell. Kip wished Aniket didn't fear the arms… but he did.

Kip stood. Aniket stood slowly and gathered his coat. Kip walked to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. Aniket started to say something, but Kip pushed him out and locked the door.

Kip ran into his room, fell on the bed, and punched his pillow over and over until at some point he gripped it and tore it to pieces. Feathers floated around the room, getting in his nose and mouth. The arousal had long since turned to anger. Anger that the one person he'd ever wanted could never want him back.

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Chapter Four: The Last Client

The third — no, fourth — important person leaving Kip was Jessi. The Peace Corps wanted her. She was leaving, and Kip would be alone. He hadn't seen Aniket since the Friday of Great Disaster — such a shitty day needed a proper name, after all. His parents were still gone — not a shocker. Once Jessi left, Kip would no longer have any reason to stay, and he'd seen so little of the world. His current plan was to move. Start over. Learn to paint. Do something.

On the Saturday of Many Decisions — a day that followed a shitty day needed a proper name, as well — he made a checklist of everything he needed to accomplish before he could leave and start over. Unknown, anonymous. He was thinking mountains.

But before mountains, he had one last client. He dumped his satchel on the chair in front of the vanity mirror in his dressing room. Why he needed a vanity or mirror he did not know, but it was available to him. He took off his clothes and thought of Aniket.

His personal brain-porn was now perpetually bittersweet. He was aroused, but he couldn't block out the hole Aniket left in his heart so long ago. Time was supposed to heal wounds like this, wasn't it? But then Aniket had shown up at the coffee shop and ripped it wide open. Kip focused on the sexy, naked Aniket. He'd never seen Aniket erect, but he imagined it. And boy did the tentacles come out quick as could be. He held the image in his mind, Aniket


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stroking himself, showing off for his lover — Kip, of course, as it was his fantasy.

Kip took the baby powder bottle that he'd filled with his own sensory numbing powder. After he began the tentacle monster gig, it became quickly apparent he'd need help. Even while he was putting on public shows, the tentacles could taste the men in the air. It was disgusting. But he loved being wanted for his tentacles, so he found something to manage the unpleasant tastes. It took him a week to find something that would dull the taste buds on his extra arms. He rubbed powder up and down each appendage, the ones he could reach at least. The ones he couldn't reach he didn't use to touch the clients. It was messy and weird, but it worked.

Once the powder had permeated the skin, he rubbed a water resistant oil on top to seal it until he could shower afterwards.

He was ready. Brain-porn Aniket was fingering himself, still teasing and tempting Kip. As much as he enjoyed these images, his second priority after leaving the city was to move past his unhealthy fixation on Aniket.

He jumped into the pool of water that led to the client room. He emerged, back to the room. It showed off his tentacles at their best, which the clients loved. He turned and—

"Aniket?""Hey Kip." Aniket was naked. Gloriously naked.

Brain-porn had not done real-Aniket justice and was quickly repainting the picture with this new first-hand information. Perspiration or condensation — Kip couldn't tell with the

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sensory buds dulled — dripped down Aniket's brown skin. Kip wanted. But no — wait. This was very wrong.

"What are you doing here?" Kip's cock, and its own mini-appendages thought the world was right and correct and why was his mouth making noises?

"This is apparently the only way to see you. You're never home."

The arms reached towards Aniket of their own volition before Kip's brain engaged again and yanked them back. "You shouldn't be here. Fuck, but you're so much better looking than I imagined."

"You imagined me?" Aniket walked forward, water slushing around his feet. Kip could only nod. Aniket came closer. And then he walked into Kip's body and wrapped his arms around Kip's middle.

Kip couldn't control his tentacles. They surrounded Aniket, held him close. They wanted to taste and smell and suddenly Kip was furious at the numbing powder. But Aniket was so warm and so close. Kip laid his cheek on Aniket's shoulder and inhaled. Tentacles he hadn't numbed found their way to Aniket's skin, and he tasted like heaven. This almost perfect moment, that Kip would gladly exist in forever, ended when he knew he needed to step back. And he did just that.

He forgot what he was going to say when Aniket grabbed and pulled him close again. Aniket was hard. Kip hadn't registered the fact before, but he did now.

Aniket wasn't afraid. He was very, very aroused. "Kip, please."

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"What?" That was clearly not what Aniket expected."There's… can you hold your breath half a minute?"

Aniket nodded, very confused. "Okay," Kip said. "Come on, follow me." He slipped into the connecting pool and went to his dressing room.

Kip jumped out of the pool and pulled Aniket out. "Just let me shower, okay? I'll be right back." Kip didn't wait for a response. He went straight for the shower and entered before the water began to heat. He soaped his skin and rinsed until he could taste the slightly bitter suds sliding down his tentacles.

Arms slid around his middle and Aniket pressed against Kip's back. His tentacles moved to wrap Aniket up, taste him: his toes and his legs and his back and his hair. Aniket sucked kisses from Kip's shoulder and rubbed his cock in the crease of Kip's ass. Aniket's fingers danced along the base of his tentacles, which felt as good as a hand on his cock. Kip whimpered when Aniket let go and his fingers danced further around to his groin.

Kip tensed. He wasn't sure how Aniket would react. Most men showed pleased surprise at his cock, which was surrounded by a mass of tiny little tentacles. Aniket was not most men. Aniket's shushing was back, but Kip didn't know why. He waited for some sort of verdict. Was he acceptable? Or was he defective, after all?

Aniket slid down and Kip's tentacles tried to stay in contact with their yummy new treat. Aniket turned Kip and stared.

Kip wanted Aniket to accept him. He wanted his friend back. He wanted that teenage crush to crush back. His

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cock was so hard and Aniket's mouth was so close. His tongue, which emerged to wet his lips.

"You're tentacles everywhere, aren't you?" Aniket looked up at him, smiling.

Kip nodded. He no longer had control over his own body; he was just thankful it was mostly behaving. One brave appendage was tasting and caressing Aniket's crease. Kip didn't know what Aniket would do with tentacle sex.

Warmth surrounded his cock, and his other arms went crazy. The pleasure in his groin, the taste and feel of Aniket's skin, the tight ring of Aniket's hole squeezing around a tentacle. Kip thrust into Aniket's mouth as far as Aniket let him, lost in pleasure and sensation.

He braced himself against the shower wall, which was hot from the steam. "Aniket," he moaned. "I can't…" And he couldn't. It was too much and too good. His seed poured into Aniket's mouth and he couldn't even hold himself up. Aniket controlled his slide to the shower floor while his tentacles continued to taste and touch and feel.

Aniket stroked his own cock furiously, pushing back on Kip and forward again. It took a mere moment until Kip was briefly adorned in Aniket's come before it washed down the drain.

They held one another until the water turned cold. Cuddled on the dressing room couch, Aniket drew little patterns on Kip's bare chest. A tentacle drew patterns on Aniket's bare back.

"Why haven't you been home?" Aniket asked."Hotel. I'm um… I'm moving.""How convenient. Me too."


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"Where?""Wherever you are." Aniket's voice was muffled

against Kip's skin."And have to face the tentacle monster?"Aniket kissed Kip slow and sweet. "Every night. At the

mercy of the tentacle monster."

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