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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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[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) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He sees IV with a tendril in his mouth, wonders if he's just that far gone or if the thing is asserting its own control or--

Then IV ducks down and closes his mouth over him and he realizes.

It's so good, the liquid alone makes his cock pulse and throb and twitch and when he feels IV's lips sliding over him so quickly he moans outright, loud and long, losing control over his voice just for a moment.

(his mouth, his brother's mouth, he knows it's awful and sinful what he's feeling but briefly he wonders if it really matters)

Then he's back in reality and he tries to resist, lashes his head to the side so he's at least not looking at his brother with his mouth sliding up and down around his cock, with liquid dripping down his chin.]

[fiveiv321]

[ IV just keeps on going even when Chris looks away, keeps bobbing his head and dribbling out the liquid so that it slips down Chris's thighs in blazing trails.

The tendril wrapped around his throat tightens though, makes it that little bit harder to swallow the fluid as it pumps out, faster and faster now. But it extends, as it pumps, slips its way down further into his throat and relies on the way the fluid will relax the muscles - and then it stops pumping out fluid, abruptly, only to begin to swell after a few moments with large bulges of fluid that have to force their way into Chris's mouth and down his throat. ]

Mm, mmm...!

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He feels the tendril tightening around his throat and, for a moment, that's something to hold onto, to keep him stable. It's a threat, so he can concentrate on that and not on the sensation of IV's lips on his cock.

Then the tendril starts to slip down his throat -- somehow, he's still breathing -- and he has to struggle not to groan again because even though the sensation should be uncomfortable and painful it's exactly what he needs, having his throat filled up and slicked with that strange liquid.

The fluid stops (and he's relieved, he wants to be, he's agonized because he needs it) but then something stretches his lips wide for a moment, and he barely registers it before it's bulging into his mouth and then--

--and he does moan this time, though it's strangled a little by the tendril, because somehow having his mouth filled and his throat stretched by the bulges of fluid is so good, it's like this part of him was meant for sex, designed not for food but for a tendril stretching him out and pouring gushes of liquid down his throat.]

[fiveiv321]

[ The sound of that strangled moan makes IV lift his eyes to Chris's face, makes him smirk around Chris's cock and drag his teeth over the heated flesh and then pull back and dip down further to run his tongue over Chris's balls and spread the last of the fluid in his mouth over them. ]

Is it good, aniki?

[ His voice is low and thick with his arousal as IV pulls back again to watch Chris with blown-wide pupils.

(there's another dripping tendril starting to rub slow circles over the skin of Chris's ass, smearing him with liquid) ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

[He wants to be relieved, too, when IV pulls back. He wants that to be a victory.

But instead he makes a choked noise of despair around the tendril stuffing his mouth, because now that IV's mouth is off him he's dripping and burning and he feels so exposed, so untouched, he feels like he'll die of need if he isn't being attended to.

(it doesn't help that the liquid dripping over his balls is making them tight and full and aching as much as the rest of him)

He tries not to push back at the tendril rubbing at his ass, he really does, he trembles with the effort of not giving into it completely but he needs so badly, it's so hard...]

[fiveiv321]

Oh? Is something wrong, aniki? Should I stop?

[ Even as he's saying it the tendril in Chris's mouth is pumping out faster, larger bursts, like it wants to fill Chris's stomach to bursting, and the tendril at his ass is starting to press in slowly. ]

I could stop, and you could leave right now...

[ He knows that Chris won't. ]

[butfortheirvirtue]

["Should I stop?"

He should nod. He should nod, but--

He shakes his head and groans through the tendril, over and over, swallows hard to try to keep it down in his throat (where it belongs). The stuff he's being fed is relaxing him too much for him to squirm down but he can at least spread his legs further, welcome the tendril pressing at his ass inside.

(and maybe if he does that he'll have some relief for his aching cock and balls as well)

(maybe he'll have IV's mouth or his hands or)]