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Yoongi scans the neighborhood; it’s eerily quiet and calm. The only light besides the one coming from the street lamps is the shuttle’s own. He looks down at the clock on the dashboard: it’s 2 a.m. Moon colonies are known for their peace and quiet after all (or so Namjoon had told him). The mecatli wonders if that’s why he lives here; the human exudes quietness and calmness; it’s a perfect match. Namjoon gasps and points towards the left side of the street. “That’s my house! The purple one over there!”

Yoongi’s grip tightens on the shuttle’s steering wheel. He doesn’t want to stop driving; he doesn’t want to see Namjoon go. Silence falls over them as Yoongi quietly steers the small shuttle into the purple house’s driveway. It’s small and not really made for a non-commercial shuttle but he makes it fit. If anything, the shuttle takes a big part of the garden but it’s better than nothing. Tomorrow, when all the neighbors wake up, the sight of the shuttle will be strange to them.

The grass hides most of the shuttles underside;it has been unkempt for a while now. Since Namjoon was abducted, he guesses. He wonders if Namjoon is unhappy to see how time has affected his home or if he’s just happy to be back. Probably the latter. Most likely the latter. Yoongi brushes away the sudden memory of his own home. There’s really no point in thinking about it. It’s not like he’s missing much or like he’s being missed. Unlike him, Namjoon had an actual home to come back to. Unlike him, Namjoon did want to return.

A few seconds pass before Yoongi can bring himself up to speak. He lets out a quiet: “We’re here.”

The human looks at him and their eyes meet; dark, beautiful brown meets bright green. Yoongi wishes he could read his mind, wishes he could stay long enough to be able to decipher him. Don’t go. He wants to say. Stay here and fall in love with me. Let’s explore the universe together.

Namjoon smiles. The small dents on his face appear again. Yoongi holds himself back from poking them. He had called them his dimples. Yoongi has never wanted to touch something as much as he has been itching to touch Namjoon’s dimples. He can’t help but wonder if they are as deep as they look. A part of him is afraid of getting lost in them forever while the other is excited and intrigued by the concept. The human looks at the house and then back at him. He has beautiful eyes; Yoongi is sure they hold the secrets to the universe (before, when all they had were shy glances through the metal bars of a cell door, Yoongi was too scared to stare at them for more than a couple of seconds. He didn’t want to get lost in them and never come back. But now? He wants to stay in them forever, maybe that way, he won’t notice the moment Namjoon leaves, probably, forever).

“Thank you.” Yoongi curtly nods. His knuckles go white around the wheel. He’s not ready to let go of him. Not yet. He is terrified, after all; because why wouldn’t Namjoon cut ties with him after this? It’s not like they owe each other anything, right? They escaped for a reason, to go back to their normal lives and hopefully never go back. Namjoon is home and now it’s Yoongi’s turn to find his own. To find a new place to belong to, even if that place isn’t him. Namjoon’s hand suddenly engulfs Yoongi’s. He’s warm. He’s always been. “Don’t— don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

Yoongi frowns. Eyebrows deep and bottom lip caught in his teeth. Sometimes, the human language can still be very confusing. “What does that mean?”

The human giggles and it makes his chest hurt. It always does when he’s happy. The mecatli relaxes a little. If Namjoon is happy then he’s happy too, and if he stays to explain it to him then it means he’s not leaving, not yet at least. Namjoon’s hand pulls away from his own (and he misses his touch already). His tentacles bubble under his skin. He still finds it difficult to control them. He feels like an infant again, except this time he’s controlling 4 tentacles instead of the 10 tentacles he had been living all of his life with. They protrude from his lower back, 2 on each side. Keeping them inside hurts, but only seeing 4 of them hurts more. It’s a painful reminder of what he isn’t anymore.

The only thing that is left of him wiggles in excitement at the thought of Namjoon staying. Yoongi breathes in and forces himself to stay calm. He used to have complete control of them before but now it feels like they have a mind of their own (He will have to work hard to regain that self control).

“Means I want to see you—if you want to—of course. If you want to visit me, you can come see me. Anytime. You know where I live now.”

Yoongi’s heart begins to race when he notices Namjoon’s pink cheeks under the faint white light coming from the shuttle's dashboard. At first, Yoongi had thought his body was broken or maybe something was wrong with him. But after he and Namjoon escaped, once they were in the safety of the shuttle away from anyone trying to harm them, he realized the reason his body went crazy the way it did most of the time was because of him. He’s not fully used to being part human. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be.

The truth is, Namjoon has become his entire world; he has nowhere to go. His old home is many solar systems away, there’s no way he can make it back with the dingy shuttle they stole— and even if he did, part human or not, his family would find a way to get rid of him anyway. He is no longer what he used to be. He is now, mostly, a human. A broken human, at that. Humans would call him a monster, mecatlis would call him an aberration. He’s alone in a galaxy he’s not familiar with. He probably wasn’t even meant to survive the experiments they did on him. Truth be told, the only reason he didn’t die was because of Namjoon. He couldn’t die without making sure the human would be safe first. He is here because of Namjoon. And now he has to go.

But he doesn’t want to.

Yoongi nervously bites his bottom lip. “What if… what if I wanted to visit you now?”

Namjoon smiles again and Yoongi’s heart skips a beat.

“I’d be honored.”

Yoongi looks down. His face is hot and he can hear his own heartbeat inside of his skin. “And if I had nowhere else to go…”

“Yoongi,” His eyes meet Namjoon’s again. He’s closer to him and this time Yoongi wonders if the human can hear his heartbeat the same way he can. “Stay.”

Namjoon doesn’t speak again. Not really. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity. Yoongi wishes he could stay in this moment forever. They have been through a lot in the past 11 months. Yoongi looks at Namjoon’s eyebags, they are heavy and dark; they tell the story of a survivor. Yoongi wonders if he looks in the same state as he does. Life was different before he was bound to a human body. He never worried about eyebags or hair or blood pumping to parts of his body (He also has to remember to breathe every once in a while). He has hair now and, unlike Namjoon’s dark hair, his is white (Namjoon had said the word blonde but Yoongi keeps on forgetting). He’s been alive for a long time, twice as Namjoon and yet, he’s never yearned for something the same way he has for him. If he’s honest, he doesn’t think he ever will. Namjoon looks at his lips and Yoongi blinks. The human leans in, his breath gets caught in his throat again. He doesn’t know what’s happening but he’s sure he doesn’t want Namjoon to pull apart.

The moment their lips touch a shiver runs through the mecatli’s body. He opens his mouth to gasp for air and Namjoon takes the opportunity to suck in his bottom lip. Yoongi feels himself melt under Namjoon’s hold. If he’s dying then he’s glad he’s dying like this.

Namjoon pulls apart and softly rests his forehead against his. Yoongi is loudly gasping for air, trying to remember how to breathe but Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind. He giggles and continues to kiss Yoongi’s face. Eventually, Yoongi remembers how to breathe and he starts giggling alongside Namjoon. His body is running hot and a warm, prickling sensation overtakes him. His tentacles are happy, elated even. He wants to do it again. He wants to melt under the human’s touch; melt into Namjoon.

“Stay forever.” Namjoon mumbled against his lips. It wasn’t an invitation but a plea. Namjoon wants him too.

Yoongi felt his heart explode inside his chest. Every part of his body imploded with sensory overload. His eyes start to hurt, they prick and he has to close them. Suddenly, it started raining inside the shuttle and Namjoon wiped the water from his face. The mecatli looked up and met eyes with him. He felt his own knees shiver. He was glad he was sitting down.

I love you. Thank you. I love you.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer now, Yoongi—”

“I do—” Yoongi cried out. “I—I do want to stay with you. Please, let me stay. I love you. I do.” Namjoon laughed and wiped more of his tears. Inside Namjoon’s arms Yoongi found a new home.

…

Namjoon is awoken by a deafening noise. He tosses in his bed out of shock. It’s loud enough to pierce through his skull, he immediately grabs his head and tries to cover his ears as hard as he can; it’s not enough to filter out the loudness of the noise. Among everything he can hear, he singles out guards running, desperate yells in languages he’s not even familiar with and sounds that aren’t human. They are fighting. An emptiness settles into his stomach. He’s going to die isn’t he? He’s been captive for who knows how long (he stopped counting after he realized they don't have any clocks on sight). He’s not even sure if he sleeps during the day cycle or the night cycle. Most days he doesn’t even sleep. He lays down and silently waits for anything to happen. He’s weak, there’s no fight left inside of him anymore. They took Yoongi not so long ago; he’s been waiting for his turn ever since. It’s only logical, after all. What good is only one half of an experiment?

He’ll be disposed of the moment they don’t need him anymore. A part of him doesn’t even care anymore. Nothing is worth it anymore if Yoongi isn’t around.

Namjoon screams into his pillow. He’s going to die and no one is going to know he’s dead. He disappeared with no trace to leave behind. He’s even forgotten the sound of his friends' voices. He wants to cry but he’s too stressed to actually cry, instead his body starts to silently shake as he waits for death.

It doesn’t come. The screaming and the fighting get louder.

The doors to his cell open. No, the door is teared down. The metal clashes loudly when it touches the floor. He curls in on himself and clenches his body. This is it. He thinks. I’m going to die.

“Namjoon!” Yoongi. The human doesn’t have time to react. He opens his eyes and sees a man. A man who isn’t Yoongi. He’s short and has long platinum blonde hair tainted in hues of red and green. He’s bathed in blood. The human is sure the blood isn’t his. Namjoon panics and yells more out of instinct than anything. He's going to kill me. The man reaches for him and without putting up a fight, Namjoon closes his eyes and waits for death again, like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. He’s only human after all: fragile and weak. Might as well let someone else do the dirty work now, right?

“Quick, we gotta go!” He yells over the loud siren and then it dawns on Namjoon that this man, bathed in blood, is Yoongi. He has to be, right? The man reaches for him and grabs him by the arm. He’s strong, or maybe Namjoon is just malnourished and underweight. It’s both. He carries him effortlessly in a bridal style outside of the room and into the hallways. What’s going on? What happened to Yoongi? Yoongi isn’t a human! He’s a mecatli. His mind supplied. The last time he saw Yoongi he was a mecatli with beautiful emerald green skin, tentacles protruded from almost every part of his body and he was tall; taller and stronger than Namjoon in almost every way. Mecatli are, after all, a superior race. Meanwhile, the man carrying him looks pale and frail, shorter than Namjoon, too. Yoongi runs through the halls with determination, to Namjoon they all look the same. The human can’t help but frown. Who’s blood is this? Did Yoongi do all of this? Is he a human now? Is he okay?

“It’s okay, Namjoon.” Yoongi pants. He is tired. He doesn’t look at Namjoon. He’s running through the, seemingly, never ending hallways with a purpose, as if he knows where he’s going. “We’re going to be okay, I promise.” Namjoon closes his eyes. He feels dizzy and tired from the immense amount of emotions that have gone through his body in a short amount of time, but most importantly, for the first time since he’s gotten here, he feels safe.

…

Namjoon’s door opens after a loud beep. Yoongi carries Namjoon inside the house, their lips never pull apart and the hold of Namjoon’s legs around Yoongi’s body tightens. It’s dark but as soon as the door closes after them the lights turn on. Bright white lights shower them. His tongue slips inside Namjoon’s and the human moans. A wave of electricity runs through his body. He’s going to die. He’s going to die because of Namjoon and he’s not mad about that.

“Wait, Yoongi wait, wait.” Namjoon rests his forehead against Yoongi’s. The mecatli is suddenly very aware of the blood pumping to every single part of his body, as well as the excessive amounts of blood that are travelling to his groin. He’s drowning in his own sensations. “We have to shower first.” Namjoon explains between breaths.

Yoongi blinks. Namjoon told him about showers and baths before. At first, the concept had seemed absurd. Mecatli don’t shower. Their bodies are self sufficient, they are always clean. No need to shower, much less to spend time “soaking” in water. He doesn’t think he’s ever touched water. When they were travelling in the shuttle, the first thing Namjoon had done was use a bucket of “drinkable” water to shower (because apparently there are two kinds of waters, drinkable and undrinkable) and that’s when Yoongi realized that Namjoon’s skin—and therefore his own, too— wasn’t self cleaning and that his musk isn’t as potent as he originally thought it to be. He guesses, if he lived all of his life with a non self cleaning body, he’d also have a desire to shower daily. The mecatli nods understandingly. He supposes he can take a shower too.

“Okay.”

He doesn’t show a desire to leave Yoongi’s arms though. Yoongi smiles. He doesn’t want to let go either. “Where to?”

“Upstairs.” Namjoon cocks his head towards the stairs. They are white and look sturdy, but they don’t feel too harsh under his bare feet. Yoongi’s grip tightens on the man’s body and promptly makes his way upstairs. A part of him wants to stop and absorb every part of the place. This is Namjoon’s home, after all. He wants to appreciate his space; understand this side of him that is completely new to him. The human licks his neck and moans in his ear. Every hair in his neck bristles. Except he’s really fucking horny, too.

…

Namjoon wakes up with the ground quietly humming under him. He’s not in the jail cell.

The memories make themselves present in Namjoon’s mind. A man he had never seen before but he had Yoongi’s voice. He remembers the sirens, the screaming, and the fighting. He remembers waiting for his imminent death. A shudder runs up his spine.

Where is he?

The human blinks and looks around himself. He can feel the low rumbling of the engine working under his feet. Most space shuttles have been designed with the engine covering the entire bottom part of the ship for space convenience. By the size of the room where he is, this must be a shuttle made for long trips. The room he is in doesn’t really seem to have walls, but instead it connects to other hallways, stairs and only one closed door.

Namjoon has never been on a shuttle like this, but he is familiar with the design nonetheless. He’s seen it in movies and tv shows.

A standard space shuttle, after all.

“You’re awake!”

Namjoon turns around. The human is there, his clothes are dirty but his skin looks clean, way too clean, almost pristine. There’s a glow under his skin that is very Yoongi-like, “a porcelain doll” Namjoon liked to say even if Yoongi never really knew what a porcelain doll was.

He’s smiling, he reminds him of Yoongi, even if he doesn’t really look like the Yoongi he first met. A weird sentiment settles on the pit of his stomach. What did they do to you?

“Yoongi?”

“Yes.”

Namjoon watches him approach him without breaking eye contact. Every step is delicate, as if any sudden move could make Namjoon run away. Once he’s near Namjoon, he crouches and softly, delicately, he grabs Namjoon’s hand.

“What… what did they do to you?” The last time Namjoon saw Yoongi they electrocuted him for not complying (the mecatli enjoyed putting up a fight the most). He remembers Yoongi’s unconscious body being dragged away from the cell in front of his own. Tears begin to prick at the corner of his eyes. Namjoon’s other hand touches Yoongi’s skin. Soft and warm.

He feels human. He feels alive.

“They… they did it, Joon. They… it’s so messed up— I don’t even remember it, one moment I was fighting against them and then— and then I was like this…”

Namjoon holds back a sob. He can’t help but feel guilty. At first, they had no idea what was going on. They were just unlucky strangers in an unfortunate situation. Namjoon hadn’t really meant to become friends with Yoongi. But after weeks of torture, the being on the cell in front of his had quickly become the only thing that kept him sane.

He knows there were more creatures captured, he’s sure of it. Everyone was an experiment waiting to happen. In the end, whoever took the decisions there, had decided to use Yoongi and Namjoon for an experiment. Perhaps it was because, eventually, they realized both of them were getting closer; or maybe it was just because their cells were close by, so might as well. Either way, the moment the torture turned into daily tests and invasive analysis Namjoon realized they were doomed.

He never really knew what the plan was. It’s not like the people there cared enough to let them know what they were going to do. But seeing Yoongi, a mecatli, look nothing like his own people gives Namjoon an idea of what the experiment entailed. Species Transfiguration.

He chokes out another sob. It’s his fault, isn’t it? He could have done something, anything to stop them from taking him. Yoongi’s hand sits awkwardly on Namjoon’s back.

Yoongi bites his lips and continues. “I spent a long time regaining consciousness. All I could hear was them celebrating. They talked about advancements and the black market and then— and then they mentioned you and I—” Now it’s Yoongi who chokes out a sob. “I lost it, Namjoon, I saw red and I… Mt first thought was to get you out of there, my tentacles, they came back. I think that wasn’t part of their plan, because next thing I knew everything started to beep and they screamed and I kept on seeing red. And I— I —”

Namjoon hugs Yoongi. He’s sobbing but he looks confused. As if he doesn’t know he’s crying. “It’s okay, Shhh. It’s okay.” He reassures him. The tentacles Namjoon was once familiar with protrude out of his back. There are only four of them now and their color is the same emerald green Namjoon once fell in love with. They hug Namjoon back; they are clinging to him. They’re as desperate as him.

“They—they won’t hurt you anymore, Joonie.” Yoongi says between sobs. “I promise you they won’t.”

Eventually, Yoongi falls asleep in his arms.

…

“What the fuck?!?!”

Yoongi drops Namjoon inside of the shower. His first instinct is to get away. He stumbles with the tub and curtains and lets out a loud moan when his body touches the ground right next to the dirty clothes they took from the shuttle. Luckily, his tentacles supported most of the fall. He can hear Namjoon laugh behind him. Yoongi turns until he’s laying on his back. His tentacles hide under his skin again thanks to the sudden cold of the tiles that make him uncomfortably frown. He doesn’t think he’s going to like showering after all.

“What was that?!”

Namjoon turns off the shower’s faucet. Unlike Yoongi, he slowly makes his way to him. The mecatli admires the confidence with which he moves. It’s his own house, after all. Pride begins to swell in his chest. Namjoon is safe here. No one can hurt him.

“It’s the water. I’m sorry for not telling you I'd turn it on.” The human’s lips press together as a cute blush from his naked chest to his face appears. Yoongi breathes in. “Did you get hurt? Are you okay? I’m sorry I laughed I don't know what came over me, you just looked so funny—”

“And you look beautiful.”

Namjoon opens and closes his mouth like a fish. He smiles; soft and delicate. Yoongi’s heart flutters.

The human shakes his head and extends his arm towards him. Yoongi looks at him. His cock is now soft, Namjoon had called it his boner before. Yoongi thinks it’s ridiculous, there’s no bone inside of the cock (he knows because he asked Namjoon right after he said it). Yoongi smirks. He grabs Namjoon’s hand and before the human can lift him up, the mecatli pulls him towards him.

“Hey,” Yoongi says once Namjoon lands on top of him. Their lips are close. The human blushes again.

“Hey,”

They kiss.

…

Namjoon wakes up in a cold sweat. There isn’t enough air in his lungs. He was drowning, he could feel it. The images of being submerged in the black liquid fill his mind. The first 5 minutes were always the worst. He doesn’t really know how long he stayed inside of the capsules; usually, once the liquid had completely filled his lungs his brain would give out and then he’d wake up back in the cell, cold and alone. At some point, his brain would learn to give out and he'd be knocked out before the liquid had successfully filled his lungs. He didn’t like drowning. No one does.

“Hey,” Namjoon looks to his left, scared and gasping for air still. A part of him is afraid that if he stops breathing, the air in the room will disappear and the black liquid will fill his lungs instead. He needs all the oxygen he can take. There’s a stranger lying next to where he was. He sits up, and soon, they look at each other eye to eye. “Are you okay?”

Yoongi.

He is Yoongi. They escaped, didn’t they? Yoongi promised him they wouldn’t come for them any more. They hugged. He found water and took a shower. His hair is still wet. Namjoon’s body relaxes.

“Sorry,” Namjoon whispered, voice groggy and fragile. Yoongi’s hand stops midair, as if he were too scared to touch him. Namjoon’s heart melts at the sight. The mecatli looks so lost and confused in his human body. He nodded. Yoongi’s hand landed softly on his back. Perfect, almost velvety, skin against his. “It was a nightmare, sorry for waking you up.” He said out of breath. Talking after a nightmare was always strenuous on him. Yoongi embraced him. Soon enough, all four of Yoongi’s tentacles embrace him too. They aren’t warm but they aren’t cold either. They pulse. They, too, are alive.

“It’s okay,” Yoongi whispers. “It’s okay now.”

Back then, during the first weeks, Namjoon had no idea what Yoongi was, much less what he looked like. They were just two strangers in similar situations. The moment Namjoon arrived at the compound (he’s still not sure what it really was, but he heard many people refer to the place as the compound.) he knew he was never coming back. He saw faces, heard things and worst of all, was kept alive. He’s heard of cases like this before. Sick people that kidnap living beings to do illegal experiments. The intergalactic force has been trying to locate these places and bring down those illegal organizations for a while now. They haven’t had as much success as they wish they did. When Namjoon survived the first night, he knew all he had left was to just wait for death. But then there had been Yoongi.

When everything was quiet and Namjoon was lucid enough, he had Yoongi to talk to. The mecatli never really replied back. Not after the first time, at least. “What’s your name?” “Yoongi.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Namjoon.” “Mhmm.”. After that, the only answers the human would get were deep and soothing rumbles, wordless agreements and quiet whispers, but they resonated with him and were more than enough for Namjoon.

Eventually, Yoongi replied. Namjoon is happy he did, or else he really wouldn’t have endured as much as he did. They talked everytime they could. Hushed whispers, in fear of being heard. Namjoon was abducted on the space shuttle he took on the way to a friend’s house. The driver knocked him out as soon as he got in and that’s all he remembers. Yoongi was abducted from his home, between sobs and hushed weeping, he admits that he suspects his own family sold him.

Namjoon remembers falling asleep feeling sick in the stomach after that.

“What are you thinking about?”

Namjoon blinks. His vision focuses on Yoongi’s eyes. He remembers seeing them for the first time. Yoongi’s eyes had been big, really big and green, just like the rest of his body. Namjoon remembers falling in love, too. Even though Yoongi doesn’t look like the Yoongi he knows, even if everything is different, his eyes are the same shade of green. He is the same Yoongi he knows. Namjoon grabs his hand.

“Remember when you told me about your family?” Yoongi nods.

“Mhm.”

“I was thinking about how nothing else in the world but to hug you and take your pain away.” The human looks down to their hands. Yoongi’s new body is certainly smaller than his, but seeing their hands so close together, Namjoon realizes just how big Yoongi’s hands are.

“You did though,” Namjoon lifts his head and meets Yoongi’s eyes again. He feels overwhelmed by emerald green all of a sudden. “You took my pain away, everyday.”

…

Namjoon lets out a long, shaky moan. He doesn’t smell like himself anymore. The heavy scent of his musk is gone and, as if trying to hide it, a lighter and much more sweet scent overtakes him. After kissing on the floor, Namjoon had insisted on showering. Yoongi thought it would be better if he just sat on the floor and waited for him. Namjoon showered with the curtain open and talked to Yoongi. With lust no longer clouding his mind and judgement, the mecatli asked every question he could think of and Namjoon gladly answered every single question while Yoongi absentmindedly played with every droplet of water that landed on the floor. In the end, Namjoon made him shower too. Even though his skin is still somewhat self cleaning and he doesn’t really need it, he now understands why humans like it. The concept of baths still baffles him though but now he wants to try it.

He licks Namjoon’s clavicule. The human moans again. Yoongi smiles at his newfound discovery. “Wait wait,” Namjoon pants, Yoongi only wants to drown in him again. “Yoongi, wait,” Namjoon repeats and this time it’s enough to get his attention. His brows furrowed and his hands worriedly cupped Namjoon’s face.

“Did something happen?”

“Do you know how sex works?” Yoongi blinks. He looks at Namjoon confused, eyes big and lips swollen. Namjoon giggles. “Cute.”

“I—what?”

“Okay, so, sex— we’ve been literally about to have sex all this time.” Yoongi pouts confused. Humans and their weird rituals. The mecatli sits back, he feels uncomfortable when the hotness pooling at the bottom of his stomach dissipates; this is the third time his boner has “died” so far. He looks at him inquisitively.

“Do you like sex?” Namjoon blushes at the sudden question.

“Yes, I do.” Yoongi smiles. If Namjoon likes it, then so does he. “Do you?”

Yoongi shrugs. He leans in to kiss Namjoon. A quick peck. Soft. He likes touching Namjoon with his mouth. “I’ve never had it.” he says plainly.

The human laughs. He covers his eyes with the back of his hand and his body begins to shake. Yoongi smiles too, amused by the cute human in front of him. His shoulders relax. “Right, right, sorry. I keep forgetting, oh my god.” Namjoon sighs and looks at Yoongi. “Do you want to have sex?”

“Yes!”

“Do you know what sex is?” Yoongi shakes his head no.

“Not a clue.”

Namjoon laughs again, this time, louder than before and Yoongi’s heart contentedly flutters.

…

“Fuck fuck, okay, fuck, wait,” Yoongi holds Namjoon by the hips as he lowers down on his cock. The mecatli has to stop himself from suddenly thrusting into him. “Fuck, holy shit, fuck.”

This is the most swearing Yoongi has ever seen Namjoon do. For a moment, Yoongi toys with the thought of Namjoon being a completely different person from the one he knows. The idea of discovering the many aspects of Namjoon that he doesn’t know yet excites him.

Namjoon sighs when he’s finally seated on his lap. Yoongi closes his eyes and lets out a long moan when he feels Namjoon clench around his girth. He’s been running hot lately. He feels like he’s going to melt any moment now. Namjoon has done nothing but take care of him, he wants to take care of him too. He feels Namjoon’s cock lay against his own stomach. It’s big, hot and heavy. Unlike his own. Namjoon said he was big, that it wasn’t his fault Namjoon’s is bigger than most. Yoongi doesn’t mind. He didn’t even know size was something to worry about at all.

“You’re so good, Yoongi.” Namjoon’s breath is hot against his parted lips. Namjoon’s hands are hot and flushed against his shoulders. The way he wants to melt into a shape that only Namjoon can hold is intoxicating. Every time their lips touched Yoongi’s cock twitches. He opens his eyes and smiles at Namjoon. He can feel Namjoon’s breathing against his own. The human cuts the distance and kisses him. Yoongi opens his mouth and lets Namjoon do whatever he wants. He kisses his ear before whispering: “You’re so good to me.”

Namjoon begins to trail kisses from his bottom lip towards his clavicule. Yoongi’s body itches for more. He’s going to combust. His tentacles have been wrapped around his own body (at some point he was too preoccupied they would hurt Namjoon so he decided to wrap one around each of his legs and the other two are wrapped around his middle where Namjoon’s hardened cock lays) for some time now. They itch to move, they want to touch Namjoon too.

“I’m going to move, okay?”

Yoongi hesitates before nodding. He knows the basics now; and while he is eager to learn and put everything Namjoon taught him to use, a part of him is worried he won’t do good.

Yoongi’s tentacles tighten around him. While they are soft in texture; they, like Yoongi, are strong. The mecatli whimpers at the sudden pressure. Namjoon had rubbed lube on his cock before, making the slide smooth and wet. The squelching sounds stir something deep within Yoongi. More. He thinks. Need more. Closer. His body aches. He recognizes the feeling. Can’t quite pinpoint it yet.

It’s such a filthy sight. Yoongi thinks. He feels indecent for watching Namjoon like this, his cock bounces against his eager tentacle every time he slides down. Namjoon’s face screams bliss, his tongue lolls out of his mouth, as if it wants something to hold. His entire body is a shade of red that Yoongi loves. Yoongi exchales. He wants to talk, to say something, anything. Namjoon slows down and gasps for air. His legs muscles tremble to keep him up. He’s tired. Yoongi ignores the heat pooling in the bottom of his stomach. His hold on Namjoon’s hips tightens and without difficulty he lifts him up. Namjoon lets out a strangled noise. The mecatli sees the gooey mess that leaks out of Namjoon’s hole. His cock twitches again. He doesn’t think he can handle any longer.

You’re so beautiful. He wants to say but instead he lets out a choke.

One of Yoongi’s tentacles moves fast and quickly readjusts his cock on Namjoon’s entrance. The sudden cold on his cock helps him calm down. Without saying anything else Yoongi begins to thrust into Namjoon. There is a knot in his stomach that begins to tighten. Yoongi’s experienced this before. This isn’t sex, this is bonding. In his original body, one of his many tentacles would suffice, usually, to get the job done. A female body has a special slit made specifically for that one tentacle. Yoongi understands now. He’s bonding with Namjoon. The thought alone makes a rush of euphoria go through his body.

He hasn’t bonded in so long. His tentacles ache and a, rather familiar now, phantom memory of having much more tentacles overwashes him (he feels inept in his new body oftentimes). But he feels good, so good; he’s overwhelmed. He’s drowning in Namjoon. He’s dying happily.

Namjoon leans in and kisses his chin instead of his lips. It’s sloppy thanks to Yoongi’s frantic rhytimn but he doesn’t care. The knots in his stomach begin to expand throughout his body. As if acting on memory, two of his tentacles make their way to Namjoon; one wraps around his cock and begins to dryly jerk it, the other cleans up the slick off of his chin. His mouth is slightly ajar, with moans and gasps coming out of it with every single one of Yoongi’s strokes. Yoongi’s tentacle quickly enters Namjoon’s mouth. The feeling is similar to the slit used for bonding. Memories of his other body overtake him. He feels like himself again for a small second.

Namjoon sucks on his tentacle, saliva drips to his chin and Yoongi moans. The knot dissolves and he comes inside of Namjoon. He doesn’t stop moving until Namjoon cums. Yoongi shudders as he feels the last drop of cum squirting inside of Namjoon. The mecatli sighs and for a moment his grip on Namjoon wavers. He’s never felt like this before; weak in all the right places. Namjoon spits out the tentacle and plunges onto him. Their gasping for air was the only sound in the room. Both of their bodies heavy breathing at the same rhythm. Yoongi’s tentacle smears the Human’s spit alongside his naked chest. Something deep within him flutters. They’re bonded now. He wonders if Namjoon can feel it too.

…

Yoongi’s tentacles are strong. Stronger than before, even. He guesses it’s the survival instinct kicking in. The tentacles tackle another door with minimal effort. The further he advances the more the alarm quietens. He’s only seen this part of the compound once but he recognizes it well. When he was abducted he woke up before they landed. He remembers the daze of the drugs wearing off and seeing as much as he could; the compound is big; big enough to have a landing bay. He just hopes there’s a shuttle big enough to take them far away from there. The place will burn any moment now, he needs to be quick.

He knows humans live in the Milky Way Galaxy. He also knows the space shuttle they came in can only handle one trip. He hopes it’s enough to take him there. He wants to take Namjoon home.

“STOP!”

Yoongi’s breath hitches. There’s a guard bathed in hues of red, yellow and green; it’s all blood. Yoongi growls. He had set the other captives free. They were all meant to kill each other, he didn’t think anyone would find them this far. He is not going to let him stop them, not when they’re so close to freedom. Yoongi still struggles to get a hold of his tentacles (or at least what remains of them), but he quickly extends one long enough to hit the guard in the face. The guard falls down without putting up a fight (Yoongi wonders if the guard was trying to escape too). It hurts; everything hurts. His left tentacle quickly retracts. His old body could have handled that and even more without flinching, but now he’s struggling to stretch them over 3 meters. He needs to find that shuttle before his body gives out.

He needs to save Namjoon first.

…

Yoongi puts the towel away. Namjoon plays with one of Yoongi’s, now clean, tentacles. The circular motions feel soothing. “I thought you were a virgin,” Namjoon jokes. He’s been making jokes since the moment they bonded (Yoongi struggles with human humor but apparently not understanding is a way of humor as well). The human had insisted they take another shower after being done. This time Yoongi had eagerly agreed and gladly taken Namjoon to the bathroom. Afterwards Namjoon gave him some of his “sleeping” clothes, they all fit loose on Namjoon and even more so on him. As he finishes adjusting his borrowed pajama pants Yoongi worries about Namjoon falling asleep before his hair is completely dried (he does). The human sighs softly against his tentacle. He looks tired, like he will fall asleep any second now. Yoongi hides a smile. Inside these four walls, dressed in clean clothes and tired, Namjoon is safe.

“So did I,” he deadpans. Namjoon giggles and he tries to not seem so affected by it. Under the soft, artificial street lights, Namjoon beams. There’s a small holographic clock on the nightstand next to Namjoon’s bed. Bright, green numbers show the hour; 5 a.m, the sun will rise soon. Yoongi knows very little of human culture but he’s aware they are, unlike his kind, diurnal beings. Yoongi gets under the covers. His new body asks for warmth (he hopes he’ll get used to the human needs before he ends up unintentionally hurting himself). He feels the warmth settle inside his bones. Softly, Namjoon reaches for him. It’s not like it’s difficult, the bed is big enough for the two of them, but it’s not a distance they are used to anyway. Yoongi’s tentacles embrace Namjoon. The human doesn’t shy away, instead he wraps his own arms around Yoongi’s torso, right where the tentacles divide. While they wait for everyone else to wake up; in the privacy of their small bubble; seeing Namjoon up close, Yoongi hesitates. “Can I kiss you?”

There are small scars all over Namjoon’s face. They are tiny and almost invisible to anyone that isn’t looking for them (and they won’t fade, the ones that would, already did while they were in that shuttle). His dimple appears, Yoongi doesn’t stop himself from poking them with each of his thumbs this time; they’re warm and soft to the touch. His breath feels hot against his chin. Namjoon is taller and bigger than him, will probably always be; but right here, right now, tucked under his chin, Yoongi wants to keep him safe forever.

“Yes,” Yoongi leans in. He doesn’t really know how to kiss. He just wants to touch Namjoon again and make sure he’s real, that this moment won’t be taken away from him like any of his past dreams.

Right here, right now, under the sunrise, Yoongi beams.