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[butfortheirvirtue]

[It's been a week or so since IV put on the bracelet.

Within the hour, he had complained of feeling tender and sore. By the next morning, he had tendrils growing from his back.

He's been kept in isolation, for the time being, at their father's insistence -- none of them have yet figured out what caused his brother's transformation, and it was agreed that it was probably best to keep physical exposure to a minimum, just in case.

But to find out what caused this, he has to study him more closely.

He enters the room with a tray of food, as usual -- this time, though, he's in his lab coat, wearing a pair of nitrile gloves.]

...how are you feeling?

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[fiveiv321]

[ IV's head snaps up just a little too quickly at Chris's entrance, pupils dilating to very nearly fill his irises for a second before returning to normal.

The tendrils aren't present right now, but they're hardly likely to stay gone for long. ]

...itchy.

[butfortheirvirtue]

...Ah. I see.

[He sets down the tray, seemingly oblivious to the speed at which IV locked onto him.]

Can you take off your shirt? I want to see where they've been coming out.

[fiveiv321]

...yeah.

[ Thomas lowers the sheets - he's not actually wearing his shirt, given that he's ripped through about ten since this started. ]

Have at.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He sits down behind IV and stares at the faintly purpled spots where the tendrils have been emerging most often.

After a moment, he reaches forward and rubs at one with two fingers, pressing in slightly.]

It looks bruised. Does it hurt?

[fiveiv321]

[ Chris rubs at one of the spots and IV jerks like he's been electrified, head dropping down so that his face is shaded by his hair as his pupils dilate fully again. ]

It. It doesn't hurt.

[ His voice is thick and tight with something, though, and the spot is starting to pulse strongly under Chris's fingers.

(one of his hands lashes out lightning-fast to grab a bread roll from the tray, rip a chunk from it with his teeth that he swallows after barely chewing it at all)

(the hunger he's feeling doesn't feel sated in the least by that, though) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

Oh?

[He moves along to the next one, seemingly distracted by the ~spirit of inquiry~. The spots are softer than he expected, a little more pliant than regular flesh.]

...maybe it's not normal flesh. Do you get feeling through them?

[He notes, absently, that IV must be hungry.]

[fiveiv321]

[ Does he get feeling through them?

(IV almost laughs, then) ]

Yes. I. I get feeling.

[ He stuffs the rest of the roll in his mouth before he can say more, shifting a little as the skin over those spots starts to dampen, like he's sweating in those specific spots on his back and nowhere else. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[Normally, he would be putting two and two together by now, but he's fascinated (and concerned) by this whole set of developments. He sees a little liquid come away on his fingertip and he pulls it away, leaning in to examine it.]

...interesting...this obviously isn't a human bodily fluid, but...

If you can feel through those spots, this isn't a parasite.

You said you had control of them, the other day, didn't you?

[He'd like to watch what happens when they're extended more closely.]

[fiveiv321]

I have. Some control, yes.

[ Those points are starting to bulge out a little, now.

(they're not the only thing, even if the way he's hunched over hides that) ]

...why do you ask?

[butfortheirvirtue]

If I could see how they extend, I might get a better idea of their mechanics, and maybe their cause...

Could you show me?

[He moves back slightly, almost expecting a yes.]

[fiveiv321]

[ ...well that does it.

With that, the fine bit of control IV was keeping is gone.

The tendrils lash out at once, one of them lashing itself around Chris's stomach to force him face-down onto the bed. The rest keep him pinned, squirming against him as IV sits there, breathing heavy and head bowed and back hunched.

He swallows hard. ]

You're. You're too much, Chris.

[ His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and he shivers - though the tendrils hold firm. ]

Too much...

[butfortheirvirtue]

IV--what--?!

[He tries to struggle against the tendrils, and he can feel that they're much stronger than they should be as he tugs at them in vain.

His concentration was broken when he was moved so violently, and he struggles to figure out what the cause of this sudden attack could be as he squirms.]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV lifts his head after a moment, reveals pupils so blown out that his irises are only the thinnest little line around them.

(he watches Chris struggle like a cat with a bird; little darting movements of his eyes following the movements here and there)

(he licks his lips) ]

You... you smell good, Chris...

[ His voice is low, almost drugged as his eyes flick to every little movement Chris makes.

(and as he's talking, the tendrils are lifting Chris up and arranging him until he's on his knees on the bed in front of Chris) ]

Chris, I'm so...

I'm hungry, Chris. They're starved for this, and you wanted to see them up close.

Is this close enough, a~ni~ki~?

[butfortheirvirtue]

[Starved for--

(he doesn't want to believe it)

(the first thought in his mind is...no, it couldn't be)

He struggles in the grip of the tendrils as he's rearranged to kneel in front of his brother, but only manages to rub his body against them all the more.]

Too. Too close.

[Aniki, that makes him shiver and squirm because he's never heard that before.]

Let--let go of me, IV.

[fiveiv321]

[ Chris struggles, Chris rubs against the tendrils, and IV's pupils contract to the tiniest pinpricks for a moment before he lets his eyes flutter shut with an almost orgasmic noise.

(it feels so good when Chris struggles like that)

(even better when he shivers and squirms at the aniki) ]

Let go?

Can't. I told you, I have some control.

And when you're so... so...

[ He makes another noise, hips rolling forward into empty air as two of the tendrils slide down and tug Chris's legs wide open in one. ]

I can smell you, aniki, I can smell you and you smell so good...!

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He--

--oh god, that first feeling was right, he didn't want to believe it but now he knows what IV wants from him and he struggles all the harder against the tendrils binding him.]

IV--IV, stop, this isn't you.

They've gotten to your head, you have to think...

[IV wouldn't do this of his own volition. IV doesn't want something like this. And neither does Chris.

(right?)

(just because the faces IV's making and the noises are)

(he's in danger, he doesn't want...)]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV crawls across the bed to rest in front of Chris, cupping Chris's face in one hand and smiling at him with wild eyes. ]

It feels so nice when you struggle, aniki...

[ The tendrils are starting to leak all over now, and where the fluid touches the fabric of Chris's clothes they seem to weaken, patches of the fabric looking years older than the rest after only a few moments of that fluid being applied to them. ]

Mmm... ah, Chris, aniki...

[ IV's eyes flutter shut again and he moans, rocking his hips forward again as a third pair of tendrils extend from below the rest and start to rub over his thighs and eat at the fabric there like they're doing to Chris's clothes.

(he's so hard, cock straining against his pants) ]

I'm going to... I'm gonna fill you up with these... and it's going to be so good it'll feel so good...

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He feels his clothes start to fall away from him and though IV said it feels--it feels nice when he struggles he can't help but squirm more violently.

(he won't feel anything from this he can't he refuses)]

Stop, IV, just...just think for a moment--!

[He looks frightened, even as the weakening fabric of his pants bulges slightly with his half-hard cock.]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV's eyes snap open, pupils the smallest pinpricks. ]

I am thinking.

[ His voice is low, thick, dangerous, and the tendrils tighten their grip.

One of them, too, slides itself up to wrap around Chris's throat. ]

Open your mouth, aniki.

[butfortheirvirtue]

[oh god.

He doesn't want to, he has to keep talking, has to convince IV somehow that what he's doing is insane, is wrong--

But he can feel that tendril tight around his throat and the others pressing on his body and he doesn't know what his brother is capable of when his mind is so warped.

(and besides, that voice is--)

(no, he can't think that way)]

IV...

[He lets his mouth fall open after the word, just a fraction.]

[fiveiv321]

[ Just a fraction is all IV needs to force the tendril coiled around his neck into Chris's mouth, to reach out and hold Chris's mouth shut painfully.

(and open, for that matter, so he can't bite down)

Once it's in Chris's mouth, the tendril starts to pump out fluid in a constant wave, so that it's swallow or drown. ]

Are you going to drink, aniki~?

[ His voice has gone soft and crooning now, like IV's speaking to an animal. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He--

no, no, he can't give into this--

But if he doesn't drink, he'll drown in it, and he can't let whatever thing has his brother take his life before he can save him.

He tries to hold off on it for a moment, coughs and sputters around the tendril, and then his throat starts to bob steadily with the flow of fluid.

(he doesn't want to think about what he's drinking)

(why it makes his mouth feel so open and pliant and why the tendril starts to feel right there)]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV moans again when Chris starts drinking, hips rocking, and as he sits like that the tendrils working over them both move quicker at getting them naked.

(he's going to spread Chris open and fill him up and)

(he shivers, and the tendril pumps more strongly in Chris's mouth) ]

Yes, yes, drink it...

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He swallows it down faster as it comes, and he can already feel it settle in his stomach, loosening his body.

(he can't struggle as well, now, not with the feeling of the tendrils sliding over his bare skin, spreading liquid over him)

(because every movement feels better than it should, gets his cock a little harder, and now his pants are falling away and IV can see that directly)

(and every swallow of the stuff feels too good, the slight movement of the tendril in his mouth makes him groan and squirm)

His eyes have fallen half shut and he needs to resist this, needs to fight it, his hands grab at the tendrils around his legs but...]

[fiveiv321]

[ It's so good, it's so good, and Chris's cock is right there and how is IV supposed to resist?

He slips a tendril into his own mouth, a spurt of liquid filling his mouth and making it tingle and burn all over, and then leans down to close his mouth over Chris's cock abruptly.

(he doesn't swallow the fluid, lets it dribble down his chin as he starts to bob his head up and down rapidly) ]