His back is met with softness, it's gentleness welcomes his body with such care, contradict to what Till is facing in front of him.
Till didn't know what, how, or why is this happening to him. His mind couldn't process the sudden invasion on his mouth when he was pinned down at the mattress.
For god's sake, this is weird and new. Like weird substances that those aliens' tentacles had. Instead, it was a tongue, it still gave him creeps in a similar way.
He hated this feeling.
Even worse, a human, his own kin, did this similar atrocious and disgusting thing to him.
The other's tongue explore his mouth, similar in a way like an alien's doing using their tentacles. The other's hand grip his jaw open wide, while their other hand locked both of his wrist above him.
It was distinctly disturbing. Not when the other's body rubbed themselves on him, Till hated this.
When their mouth pulled away from his, Till could finally breath again. He's heavily gasping for air, he hated how suffocating it had to be.
He could hear light pants of air form the other, he wasn't that sure as he is blindfolded. Till is sure the other is a man. Judging by how their weight was heavier, their gripped onto his jaw and wrists are more forceful and violent. It's no wonder he's at their mercy after he was thrown inside this chamber.
His body felt light, remembering the unknown substance those darn aliens forced him to drink.'Damn them.'Till thought.
Focusing on the present, Till could the stranger's hit breath pressing onto his ear. "Till." the stranger growl in a soft yet firm.
It gave Till a sense of dread and familiarity upon hearing it. Confused by how familiar this fellow human' s voice sounds like.
He tried to retort, yet his voice felt hoarse and dry. It didn't help when he couldn't shaken off the other's hand on his wrists.
"Don't move." like a command, Till could instantly feel his heart pounding fast. Never in Till's life, he would be this f*cked up from the unknown.
Till kept struggling from the hold, he wanted to get the f*ck out of this man's hold. Out of this stupid comfortable bed. Out of this damn room.Out of this man's grasp.
"f*ck... Off..." He tried to say, but his damn throat burns like hell itself. He's still laying helplessly at the mattress, the man still above himself.
Till's struggle only earn a dark chuckle from the man. "How cute for a kitten." his voice still gave Till a sense of familiarity, but also gives him uneasiness from the man himself.
He could feel the man's gaze lingering weirdly at himself, even with the blindfold, it gave him deja vu. Till couldn't help but thought,'What does this guy want from me?'.
Till wanted answers.
Till could feel the man starts caressing his torso. It was strangely gentle. Similar to those weird touches his previous owners did at their human pets.
But he knew not to let his guard down easily. Let alone having their way at him, Till is a stubborn human and they know it.
After a few strokes, going back and forth to his chest and nipples. Till wanted it to stop.
When the man unconsciously loosen his grip at Till's wrist, still oddly attentive to his chest. Till immediately pushes him with all his might, causing the man to back away.
Till then took the blindfold off, while retreating a few steps away from the man. His eyes felt like burning from the light, shaking his head, when he found himself caught from the man's hold again.
By this time, Till could finally discern who his perpetrator was. It was a man whom he's familiar with; jet-black hair, with eyes that pierce at anyone enamoured with those small red pecks in them. His skin is pale, his jaw sharp and narrow, his brows are perfectly angled. There's a fang peeks out from the corner of his lip. He was wearing clothes adorn in black. It was none other than Ivan.
Till could feel his soul leaving his body. His eyes widen in surprise, he didn't know what to say. All he could think about how he's in desperate need to escape.
Ivan pulled Till towards him, his mouth claim Till's neck. Ivan's teeth decorate Till's pale skin with marks, his tongue licks at Till's earlobe, and hands roaming lower and lower. This earns Ivan soft whimpers from the man.
Till wanted to get the f*ck away. Not when Ivan is gripping him like he's going to wither away at some point. Till never felt this terrified in his 21 years of living.
Ivan let his hands wander at Till's waist, roaming at pale skin underneath Till's upper clothing. His tongue shoved at the other's mouth, forcing his way in.
Till tried to push him away, but with no avail. Instead, he gets pinned for the second time in the soft mattress. "Let go-" he tried to retaliate, only to whimper a soft sob.
Till looks up at the other, Ivan's eyes never let at his own. It feels like piercing his soul, crushing him down in the inside rather than physically. Till noticed the small red pecks of the other has widen it usually were. His hues seems hazy, almost like those fog machines being used in stages.
Ivan seems himself, but also not himself.
Till now knew how in deep sh*t he's in. "Ivan, stop-" once again, he's been silenced.
By whatever miracle, Ivan pulled back. Till never been felt so relieved, and he shouldn't relaxed just yet. Ivan tugged something out from Till, it's was his pants.
"Stop-"
Ivan didn't bother to listen and yank Till's pants off. His expression remains the same, forcing himself on Till. His lips clashing against Till's once more. This time, it's rougher.
Till shut his eyes close. He is better off not knowing what Ivan was about to do. He didn't want to know, or to witness any disgusting f*cks at himself.
He just can't. He's scared. He didn't want this. To whoever gods or entity heard him.
'Help me-'
Till woke up in a daze, his eyes swollen red from crying, throat soar and dry, his body felt crumbling any second now.
He slowly sits up, feeling the soreness of his body, enduring the pain from his lower part.
He can do it. Till already undergo this experience in the past, another one won't kill him.
Till, for nameless gods know how many times this must've happened, felt something sticky between his thighs. He contemplates on what to do when he's stuck in the same situation for all his life.
His clothes discarded at the floor, though they're quite tattered and rendered as useless. Till would've noticed something amiss if not for his reasonable headache.
Till yelps when something orsomeonecoldhugs him from behind. His pupils immediately tremble at the touch, it's probably his post-traumatic stress disorder alerting him.
It's Ivan and Till knew it. It was probably engraved to his petty little mind about this man behind him. He did not spend hours trapped in the same room as this jerk. Not to mention, getting assaulted by the said guy.
His head kept recalling the tiniest bits of moments Till wished he was passed a few hours back.
Rough callouses that were hidden to those silky gloves graced his skin with utmost possessiveness, like Medusa, whose beauty cursed with monstrosity. Those soft lips marking his skin, as if Prometheus descends to the surface and grant the little creatures the fire. Those same lips whispers soft nothings for the future, similar to the short-lived situationship between Odeseus and Circe. Till can never be the Psyche for Ivan's Eros.
"Till, ti adoro."
Till heard him. Not knowing what that language actually meant, but he can feel his goosebumps rising from the unknown.
"I tuoi occhi sono come due stelle."
Till could feel his heart racing in anxiousness. Ivan is freaking him out even more. It's like he's someone he's familiar but unfamiliar at the same time.
"Voglio stare sempre con tè."
His tone is gentle, but not what Till wanted to cope with. It's suffocating, especially when Ivan is hugging him on his waist, pulling Till closer to his bare chest.
Not when his head is giving a pounding headache, making him dizzy. Till couldn't make his heart stop from pounding.
"Sono pazzo di te, Till."
Till felt like dying.
It's been almost a year. Months of f*cking torture made him lose sight of who he was.
Till was still locked up in the same chamber, more like prison, caressing his swollen tummy. The liveliness of his eyes seem to replaced with hopelessness as soon as he's condemned to rot in this place.
He's aware of Ivan looming alongside him, softly caressing the bump he's carrying. Not even once, he'd spare the other a glance.
After all, Ivan was to be blame of this misery Till is facing.
All those years of sufferings. Years of abuse and those lonely prayers of pleading. He's tired from all the petty games those damn aliens f*cking put him through, including this thing inside him.
He wonders if life truly is fair towards him? Contemplating whether life is truly worth it now that he's a mess. Wondering what it is like to be a normal human walking around the streets in broad daylight with no aliens in sight?
Thinking it must've been nice to be free from this collar's grasp. Free from the white metal walls, the pressure of singing at front, and the mental fortitude of not being able to withstand such demands.
"Till. Ti amo mille."
It was like a plea of some sorts. Till payed no mind to those words, thinking Ivan must've been drugged for how many times has it been. Till remained unbothered, he's tired of this.
Till wanted to sink at the surface for once and for all.
Till couldn't count how many months have gone by, but according to everyone, mostly Ivan, it's been four going five years.
Almost five damn years since that incident.
He's been wondering what's it like from an alternate universe? For all he knew, four Stage Competitions had passed.
Sua had died, Mizi is currently part of the rebellion group, and Ivan...
Ivan won four f*cking times in a row.
Till didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Probably both. Knowing he's stuck with the same man giving him constant nightmares, all over till his body went pale and cold.
Sure, Ivan did teamed up with the rebellion group and helped him get out of the facility. That why Till is currently residing with the rest of rescued humans located somewhere out of the aliens' grasp.
Till wonder if this was from an alternative world. Will he be glad now that Ivan drop dead, worse if its in front of him? What if he died trying to escalate something with Till himself? Will he smile like its all worth the scheme?
He would've laugh at Ivan for being so pathetic and being an idiot once in a while.
But no, he's stuck with him for the rest of his nightmares that started years prior. Was it too much to ask for peace?
Like he can obtain it himself.
"Non mi guarderai una volta?"
There Ivan goes again. Asking that same question over and over, knowing Till couldn't understand when he talks like that.
What's that supposed to mean? Should Till be concerned? Probably not that deep, or whatever.
"Till." Till could feel the intensity of Ivan's eyes directly at him, yet, he didn't bother to spare a glance.
Ivan was holding two of the products from that incident years ago. That thing grown so much, like it was only yesterday when that thing was so small and delicate.
Till is yet again, round with another thing inside him for the third time. He didn't know why his body is like this. The human doctor had examined his condition, it's mostly because of the unknown chemicals those aliens forced him to drink, making his body adapted and evolved. Till is still a male, but just gained the genitals of a female.
It's tiring. To live, that is.
Till wished it wasn't like this. Not when he's forced in a union with Ivan, carrying his bastards, and loving under the same roof as him.
His thought only snapped when Ivan pecked his temple, his smooth fingers caressing at his chin, hoping for Till to look at him.
"Non mi guarderai?"
Ivan's eyes went glossy, his lips curling upwards softly, it's like a mixture of pain and longing within them. But Till didn't want to look at him, instead his eyes avert to the side.
Gods. Till just wanted to be free.
End.
