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CYOA – Life And Death Situations
🕑 Added 2019-10-25 07:01:01 +0000 UTCChapter 5 – warnings: dub-con; mindalteration; sexual intercourse
You have chosen Desperation: Gabriel realizing how susceptible Lúcio is to his influence when drunk and showing off the danger that hybrids can pose – as opposed to Violence: How the scientist has been hurt by Genji.
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Lúcio comes back into his little house feeling loose and a bit drunk and very happy.
He keeps replaying in his mind the conversation he’s had with Jesse, and can’t help the dopey grin on his face. He’s sure Jesse is a lot less pleased about the whole situation; his face had been dark and melancholic still when they finally parted ways – but Lúcio can’t help but feel optimistic.
He hopes that the creature will show itself once more to Jesse. He hopes that they will be able to communicate with it without the interference of the research laboratory.
He hopes… a lot of things right now.
Lúcio can hear the water in Gabriel’s tank as the hybrid moves about the second that he notices the jangling of the keys. The dark voice suddenly coming over the speakers is… pretty creepy but Lúcio can keep from jumping.
“Someone happy.”
He instantly feels warm. He knows that there is nothing shameful about feeling the way he does, but there is also something weirdly intrusive about being pinned to the spot like this. He’s not even in Gabriel’s line of sight.
“You uh… can tell?”
“I can feel,” Gabriel says with a strange intonation that sounds put off. As if he can’t believe Lúcio would doubt him like this.
As Lúcio tries to push his shoes off without falling over, he hears the water in the tank sloshing.
“Gabriel?” he calls over, staring down at his socked feet. “Can I ask you something?”
The answer comes purred out of the speaker above: “Yes.”
“Can your kind be… venomous?”
He can practically feel the curiosity crackling over the speakers. He slowly begins taking off his jacket but pauses and leans against the wall when Gabriel says: “...Yes. Why?”
Lúcio swallows hard, a nervous little twist to his belly.
“I have met a friend today and he told me about an encounter he’s had… he’s got hurt and it is not healing yet.”
“If not dead yet… it no venom.”
Gabriel is getting better and better at stringing together correct sentences. Lúcio is, quite frankly, fascinated by his ability to learn the human language so quickly.
He is also vastly relieved that Gabriel has come to the same conclusion that he has.
“But why is the wound not healing?” he murmurs as he finally makes his way into the living room. He hasn’t really posed the question for Gabriel, but he is thoughtfully leaning his head to one side anyway, thinking.
He is already sitting on Lúcio’s couch, having crawled there the moment he seemed to have realized that Lúcio in a good mood would equal fun. His muscular arms are stretched out along the back of the couch and he crooks his sharp tipped fingers at the young scientist to beckon him closer. Lúcio, lost in thoughts, follows the gentle pull of the suggestion.
“Tell me about it,” Gabriel murmurs. Lúcio blinks at him as he slowly sits down next to the hybrid. Gabriel is smelling of the saltwater from the tank, but his skin is already dried from his crawl across the thick carpet.
He rarely sits on the couch with Lúcio. Like this, side by side, Lúcio becomes very aware of just how big the hybrid is.
Lúcio swallows hard and nervously plays with one of the many small braids of his hair. The alcohol is not helping; he feels like the room is tilting a little on its axis and his shoulder bumps into Gabriel before he can help it. Gabriel, as if it is normal, curls his arm around Lúcio’s shoulder and keeps him close.
“Well… there are… cuts. On his arm. They’re like… four days old? Five? They’re not bleeding anymore, but also not… y’know… healing.” Lúcio is frowning, his hand now at his chin as he pets his own goatee slowly in thought. “He said there’d been a black sticky substance on contact. It had vanished but is now re-appearing along the edges of the wounds…”
He is falling silent as he stares ahead, trying to think of anything similar from the animal kingdom, but nothing springs to mind immediately.
“Do you know what it could be?”
“No.”
The answer comes so quick and decisive that it immediately rings bells. Lúcio frowns and looks up.
“But-” the rest of his protest is stuck in his throat as he comes nose to nose with Gabriel suddenly. The hybrid’s dark eyes are boring into him with a single-minded focus that has Lúcio’s skin prickle as goosebumps raise along his spine.
The speakers above are quiet except for a soft static-like hum. It sounds like waves, almost.
Lúcio stares up at him, hyper aware of his own body and how his head wants to make his surroundings spin. He feels more intoxicated than he rightly should be.
It seems like a good idea to lift his hand and cup Gabriel’s cheek. His skin is cold to the touch; just short of clammy.
Gabriel’s mouth slowly spreads into a grin, showing off rows of sharp teeth. He looks satisfied for a reason that Lúcio can’t quite put his finger on. It is… difficult to think of anything other than kissing him, right now.
Kiss him, kiss himmm, kiss himmmme.
Kiss me.
Lúcio guides him down, eyelids heavy but not quite lowered as he gently kisses the hybrid. Gabriel’s mouth is wide and sensual and clumsy... but eager. It makes Lúcio wonder if hybrids do not kiss like this.
Maybe it is too awkward beneath the water to coordinate it with their breathing; or maybe it is just something they have never much considered.
His thoughts are feeling weird. He is just… floating, drifting, thinking of weird vestigial little things while his body moves on its own. He sits up and grasps Gabriel’s face between his palms, then gets impatient because of the awkward angle and just throws his leg across the hybrid’s lap so he can sit on it.
The crackling of the speakers above becomes a low, satisfied hum. Gabriel’s big hands are carefully curling around Lúcio’s hips, the sharp claws plucking at his clothes.
Lúcio bears down on him as he kisses Gabriel. He can feel something egging him on, making him more greedy for this as he should be. He feels tingly and jumpy, and stupidly elated by the fact that Gabriel goes along, tilting his head back and offering his mouth up.
It is by accident that one of Lúcio’s thumbs slips beneath the hinge of Gabriel’s jaw and against the soft, vulnerable underside of his chin where he feels the thrumming of vibration.
Without thinking, his hand slides over, curling around the hybrid’s throat. There is a hitch and a pause in the vibrations before they resume; stronger than before, lashing against Lúcio’s back, pushing him into what feels like a frenzy as his slick tongue fucks between Gabriel’s lips.
Gabriel is making sounds, humming and trilling at him, and Lúcio can’t hear it for a reason. He can feel it against his palm, but his ears are filled with the frenzied rushing of his own blood. He is so damn hard that he feels like his cock is going to break the fly of his pants open.
He’s getting rougher, forcing Gabriel to bend his head back so he can try to fuck the hybrid’s throat with his tongue, and Gabriel just… goes along with all of it. His thick thighs beneath Lúcio’s ass are gently slipping apart to let him get more comfortable.
Lúcio, for how greedy and rude he is being right now, nicks his tongue on one razor sharp tooth, but the taste of blood only seems to feed into whatever is happening with him.
“Gabriel…” he tries softly against the needily kissing mouth of the hybrid. Gabriel is learning quickly, it seems. He tries to keep making out while Lúcio speaks, growling low and undaunted by the hand around his throat. He is a menace, and there is a vague sense of danger pervading Lúcio as he realizes that there is no way that he could ever fight against what the hybrid wants from him.
Gabriel wants to play. So they play.
He has managed to slide Lúcio’s shirt up, and something big and warm and utterly distracting is slipping against his exposed belly.
Lúcio wanted to tell him that this is not… they can’t do this, but Gabriel is big and firm beneath him, leaned back relaxed into the couch as the overhead speakers make sounds like waves that crawl into Lúcio’s brain and make it difficult to think anything else other than to follow this creature’s every whim.
Are the old folk tales true about sirens?
Lúcio reaches down and curls his palm around the shaft of Gabriel’s erection. His nakedness hadn’t even quite pinged on his radar until now. Every time Lúcio had given it a little glance, it had looked normal enough, but now that he’s having it in his palm, big and silky and hot, he realizes that just like everything else of Gabriel’s in this form, it is not quite human.
He wants to pull back and have a look, but Gabriel is not letting him. The hybrid is fixated on his mouth and wants to keep kissing, so Lúcio just… goes along, fingers dancing along the slick shaft.
His own cock is pulsing in his pants, getting the insides humid and hot, and he finds himself having to fumble with the fly to let his dick out into the open because not letting it snuggle up to Gabriel’s cock seems impossible in that moment.
The humming and crackling from above recedes when he’s done, the pounding of his head calming down into something much more manageable. He hadn’t even realized how the agony had climbed until he followed the pull.
“You are manipulating me,” he whispers between needy kisses. He still has one hand at the side of Gabriel’s neck and is digging his thumb a little harder into the soft space under his chin. “You can’t do this.”
He wants to sound a lot sterner, but it is hard to focus on what is important when his cock is slipping against Gabriel’s erection and he realizes dimly just how big the differences in their sizes are.
Gabriel stops kissing him finally. He is panting against Lúcio’s mouth. His hips flex beneath him, bucking gently upwards with Lúcio sitting on him, and offering up his cock, trying to slip-slide it into Lúcio’s hand that is mindlessly cupping the slick shaft and holding it against his belly.
“You want it too,” the overhead speaker murmurs. There is a whiny quality to it somehow. The device against the side of Gabriel’s head blinks long after he’s already spoken, as if he is trying to say more but can’t make up his mind how to formulate it.
“You can feel that too, don’t you?” Lúcio murmurs. His fingers dance up the shaft and encounter his loose foreskin. When he dips two fingertips into it, he can feel that it is soaked with more fluid, the tip unnaturally tapered for a human.
There are little round things at the underside of his glans that are silky soft to the touch and moving gently with Lúcio’s questing fingers. Gabriel whines.
Not the speakers overhead, but the hybrid in front of him. He could hear it this time; the thrumming, eerie quality of his voice, his throat expanding slightly as if unable to quite keep all those sounds inside.
It hits Lúcio deep in the gut. Somewhere primal.
“Please…” the speaker whines and Gabriel’s hands around his hips spasm.
Lúcio groans and leans back, glancing down. He gently tucks down on the foreskin and realizes that it is more like a sheath; it pushes down and down and down, silky and fleshy showing off two rows of suckers along the underside of the shaft the further it slips down.
Lúcio’s heart is beating fast and desperate. There is a need in him that hits him unprepared.
“Just… this once…” he rasps. “We need to talk about… this. But…”
He curls his hand around both their cocks and squeezes them together. The feeling of Gabriel’s silky little suckers against his dick is… impossible to describe.
Lúcio goes a little cross-eyed at the sensation.
“Yes… yes, thank you,” the speaker murmurs, and Gabriel is lifting his head, looking at him with those big dark eyes… looking docile and sweet. Lúcio swallows hard at the feeling of power that courses through him.
He has Gabriel sit nice and still while he works them over; moving his hips in twisting undulations, dragging himself against him and going cross-eyed at the feeling of more of that liquid being teased out of Gabriel like his cock is an overripe fruit.
He can’t help but wonder how it would feel to sit on his erection. Have those rows of suckers pop in and out of him. Have Gabriel pump him full of liquid… whatever it is.
Lúcio has no idea what he’ll do with the couch. It will be soaked after this. His head is so full…
“There you go, there you go,” he whispers heatedly against Gabriel’s open, panting mouth. “Sit nice and still… don’t- don’t move…”
His last words climb up as if it were a question. His body is hot and tingling all over as he keeps moving, fucking into his fist faster, the sounds wet and slick and nasty.
Gabriel has let go off his hips and instead is curling his hands against his chest, claws folded into his palms to make sure he doesn’t hurt Lúcio.
He might have weaseled his way into Lúcio’s consciousness, but he is not a bad man. Quite to the contrary.
Lúcio leans in, almost falls face first against Gabriel’s broad shoulder, and begins to mouth at the point of his jaw. They crest for a while on a plateau of good feelings; coasting along and panting, the overhead speakers making a weird little song-and-dance all on their own-
and then they crash and the resulting euphoria is making Lúcio feel like he’s blacking out.
Everything is nice and warm and… perfect.
.o.
Gabriel speaks with him while Lúcio is in the shower. There is a certain tranquil quality to his voice. Slow and lethargic despite the subject matter.
“He will not die. My kind powerful, though. I don’t know what will happen.”
“You never talked much about others. Are there a lot?”
“A few.”
Lúcio has to talk louder so Gabriel will hear him out in the living room but the hybrid’s ears are disconcertingly sensitive to sounds, so he doesn’t have to scream. He is frowning, thinking about the whole thing.
“What do you think will happen to him?”
“Don’t know. Depends on who he met.”
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Lúcio comes out, squinting at Gabriel.
“He said he had… long dark hair. And a scaled tail. Short, reptilian feet.”
Gabriel is coasting languidly in his aquarium. The black tentacles of his octopus body dark as ink in the water. It is as distracting as a lava lamp.
“Hmmm… what color?”
“Blue, I think…” Lúcio’s heart beats faster. Gabriel definitely knows something, then. “So you know him? There are more like him?”
Gabriel stretches and turns away, showing him his back, obviously bored with the conversation.
“No. Don’t know anybody.”
Lúcio frowns. He’s pretty sure that Gabriel is lying to him but he also knows that the hybrid can be stubborn as a mule.
Wordlessly he turns and makes his way into his bedroom. His head is still spinning from his night out with Jesse and Gabriel fucking around with his mind, and he has a lot to think about now anyway.
.o.
Out in the sea, Hanzo’s and Genji’s night only just begins.
