#somnolence

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Figure shot up in the bed in the middle of a night, fighting with heavy blanket covering it’s frail frame. Heart pounding in little ears so loud that if not for the weight of oversized cover he would shake it with each bump. One single eye shot open as creature frantically looked around without moving it’s head. In sudden panic he was searching for traces of something, any sign of danger. But couldn’t find it. It was just him in dark bedroom. There was nothing in there aside from him laying in bed. Blanket still was surrounding him with soft warmth and grounding with it’s weight. Closets all are shut tight, door and window locked. It was just him in his somewhat messy with all things laying around the floor room.

And after slow painful moments of tension figure finally moved. Pale hands clutched into fabric as if  his life were depending from it. Breath hitched in attempt to form something akin to a broken sob. Yet nothing came out. Little alien knew that it will attract them. If he’ll be loud it will attract THIS back. And if it’s back then he’ll… HE’LL-

He closed black eye shut trying to calm himself down. Hoping that familiar darkness will help him with this task. It didn’t. The moment he closed his eye, everything that happened rushed back in crazed line of memories he’d rather forget.

He was running. Adrenalin playing in his blood. The dark forest, so painfully familiar and so hostile towards him. Uneven dark ground sliced with thick long roots making him trip and slip every now and then, loosing his footing. And all he can do is to scramble his way back up and continue running. Deathly pale trees so tall for him that their pitch black leaves was almost covering bloody red sky with single circle of yellow moon on it. Even without any clouds to cover cursed skies, it did not bring any light into this forest. Humid air was making running figure’s breath hard and so unforgivably loud that he was sure it did hear him. And if it heard him, then the hunt is on. The hunt is on and he’s the prey. And the pure realisation of that was devastating to the point that everything blurred. All the same trees that for a running creature were like a silent watchers, because on every single one of them in wide spreading branches and black leaves it could hide.

Life or death marathon ended when the forest ended as abruptly as it appeared in front of him. And as much as he wanted to stop the momentum did not allow it. Little alien flew out of dreadful forest into some kind of plain. And what he saw run shivers down that small spine of his. Bones. Tens, hundreds, thousands of bones littering every little scrap of the ground around him. Piles, even mountains of all kind of a bones from skulls to ribs, to entire limbs. Some of them pure white, other have more yellow in color. But all it was forgotten when his eye caught glimpses of jagged teeth marks on some of the remains. Sometimes he was even seeing little pieces of remaining meat on them, hoping it was just play of imagination. There supposed to be stench that he could be able to smell by now. And it wasn’t there. ‘‘That’s what remained of their last victims…’’ his mind whispered as a reminder that if he’s here. Then he’s next. He felt bile rising in his throat. He wanted- needed to get away from here. He’s next and he needs to move. Move away from this field, no, from this graveyard of a feast for however long that thing was hunting on those grounds. And that’s how the first step was made. Clumsy and slow, he stepped backwards only to hear sickening crack underneath small feet. Frantically looking towards the sound, already knowing what on this field happened, he could see crashed bone underneath his feet. Bones never should even be this soft in the first place. Small figure goes completely rigid. As if he was just a little robber trying to steal and getting caught.

And that when he finally noticed it. Dark and massive body, that by any means shouldn’t be able to move this quiet was crouching on all its hands in mere foots from his position akin to a hunting cat. Small alien painfully noticed the face, better to say lack of it, focused onto him with those long fangs seemingly going into pitch black void at the base of them. Black liquid was slowly dripping from hole of a face onto the ground and bones with audible in surrounding silence sound. As if it was counting seconds until the moment to strike as they both just stand there and stared into each other. No one dared to move their attention from the other, and while hunting beast was focused on it’s prey, the other was paralysed and breathless. He did not dare to avert gaze even for a split second, fearing that if he moves, or stops looking, it’ll strike. All this running was futile in the end. Yet panic was slowly rising in his whole frame as he stood there unmoving, tail curled tightly around one of the legs and antennae pressed flat against head. He couldn’t even think that if he stands like that it does not notice him. It already did. And if it did, then he’s done.

And then it happened. Completely silent and fast it was moving all six limbs to reach towards it’s little prey. The sight of imminent death, the dread, or maybe all the stress that little prey was collecting inside as if he was just a broken musical instrument with strings pulled so tight they finally gave up. Something snapped and the next thing he saw was just darkness.

And now he was just sitting here in his bed, trying to stop frantic shaking from reliving that one hell of a nightmare for the second time in one night. Slowly black eye opened and face morphed into one that showed only tiredness and somewhat pain from all this struggle to get peaceful sleep for at least one night. And when it became just too much, he broke. It all started with a whimper, growing into soft sobs that he tried to shut down even knowing that he’s safe. He’s in his room and not in this forsaken forest, not on the bone field and there’s no beast hunting him. And yet he just couldn’t stop. And so caught up in futile attempts to stop this massive breakdown to not attract more problems he did not notice how a shadow, just a little too dark and big for his own liking, carefully slid out from under is bed. It loomed ominously over sobbing figure from behind, doing nothing but watching. And if you look close, you could’ve made out sleepy confused violet dots of the eyes littering it’s face as it observed crying creature carefully.

And crying came to a halt. Of course he felt that. The stare of something at him, the omnipresence, the change of ever so peaceful atmosphere in the room. The tension. It found him. It found him here when it was suppose to be his little safe spot. Was it just a lie, was it just toying with him all along? And if it’s here then he… THEN-

- Al…. - a long low hum sounded from behind him, as the thing moved head a bit too close to little alien. It’s hot breath on the tips of his antennae. And that was all for little unearthly creature named Al to make him trying to jump up, mercilessly tangling in the heavy blanket. He needed to run. To get away from here. He’s going to become one of the piles. One of the laying BONE-

That’s when Al almost freed himself from blanket and jumped onto cold floor, he felt as two massive black hands with claws just a bit too long for them to look real caught him, bringing him back and pressing into something warm and soft and just as black as the hands. Oh no. It got him. It got HI-

- Al, shhhh. - the same low gruff voice from before sounded somewhere above him. It was familiar, he knew this voice. But couldn’t help but attempting to squirm out in his never-ending panic. And all he could feel as arms held him more tight in return, pressing his small body more firm against something while pure darkness enclosed on him. That’s when struggle turned into violent shakes. He knew he couldn’t get out this time.

- Baby, please… - the honest plead in the voice was not something alien’s panicked mind expected to hear, and when long thin fingers started to rub circles on his back in awkward attempt to calm little one down, he froze. Finally daring to crack open barely seeing eye from all the crying and weakly look up. Only to see pitch black round face with four softly glowing eyes in the dark. It took a moment as recognition finally hit him hard, it all started to make sense. Al got soft satisfied chest deep rumble from bigger creature in return.

- V-vesp-  - Al tried to rasp out, only to be stopped when long claw showed in front of his mouth as if showing him to stop talking. - Shhh. Yes, baby, I’m here. - as it was said Al could feel as something ever so gently moved down and nuzzled his head from the top in a way to reassure little thing that everything is fine, - I got you.

And that’s when Al finally and completely broke down pressing into black soft fur of another as much as he could to try to hide from everything outside this warm embrace. Ugly quiet sobs filled the room once again, now muffled only by big creature’s body as it held small alien close and secure. And after Al’s cries finally died, as all of that stress finally got back, he wanted to know just one thing.

- Vesper? - his voice came out small and weak, laced with poorly hidden dread behind it.

- Yes, starshine? - came response with the same painfully soft voice as Vesper slowly moved all of his eyes to look down at little fearful alien.

- …w-whytheydothat? - little blurted out a bit too quiet without thinking. As if he was afraid that it could sense that.

- Al, you’ll need to speak louder for me to hear. - another deep rumble shook his frame, as long claws carefully grazed alien’s back, making the latter one flinch and hide his face into softness of others body.

- I asked. Why… - Al broke off in attempt to collect not only his thoughts but his voice, and only then continued, - W-why is all everybody want from me just my f-fear? - Al’s voice still came out as muffled, but now Vesper could actually hear it properly. And what he heard took him by surprise. It stung. And monster knew exactly why. He knew and it only made it worse as something ugly from the inside of his mind awakened. The image of past him along with dark bitterness slowly rose up in monster’s chest, and he acted before even thinking.

- Al… - as he spoke in low possessive voice, a long violet tongue suddenly broke up from his mouth, coming in contact with pale grey skin on little creature’s cheek, leaving a wet trail, resulting in hard flinch and loud whimper from Al, as he tried to move away just slightly.

- Your fear is intoxicating. - And just as quickly as it came it disappeared back, as Vesper slowly sat there dumbfounded as what he had just done. And looking at fearful eye that now stared at his four was not the same as it usually is. Not at this moment. So he continued speaking in attempt to ease the tension - But… You’re mine, Al. I can’t just stay away and do nothing when you’re in such distress. - he did not add ‘when I’m not the cause of it’ into the words.

And somehow that worked, as he could feel Al slowly shifting to hide his face again with little shudder. Alien did not want to think how this big boogeyman of his partner did exactly what he was afraid the most. He tasted him and stated the one thing he hoped never to hear again, not from him. It pained alien how he was both in need of this strange comfort from Vesper and was so terribly horrified.

- I can leave if you want. - careful words as Al’s only source of protection for now tried to shift away to come back into hiding.

- NO! - small hands clutched into black fur, earning hiss of surprise from the boogeyman. He did not expect that little attempt of giving space to his terrified little alien to end up like that.

- Stay. - Al knew he was acting miserable as he literally whined, trying to clung even closer to his monster husband. Which earned another deep rumble from the latter. The sight of desperate and weak little creature clinging to him as if it’s dear life was depending on it clicked something in monster’s mind. Vesper could feel that swelling feeling in his chest just like before, yet this time different. A dark disturbing desire to held something that is his as close as he could. And he knew that knowing his little husband it’s the last thing Al needed right now. But he couldn’t just sit and not think about it. The thought was so persistent, so if he wanted he could call it something akin to a parasitic worm, slowly and steadily wriggling it’s way into your mind, pushing every single other thought or any attempt to control himself aside. Claws suddenly twitched behind alien’s back as Vesper fought with himself,

- Al. - with a low growl came the first and the last warning, that one big monster could let out in attempt to make Al realise what situation he was getting himself into.

- Please… - came desperate response and it was enough for him to snap. All four wide open violet eyes now focused on little gray alien, observing his every move. He did not want to scare him off now, not when his little star is so close. He inched his face closer to Al’s head and inhaled deeply. Sweet aroma hitting his receptors as only now Vesper noticed that he was practically drooling over his scared little husband that was so oblivious to everything around. A low purr found it’s way in monster’s throat and he did not stop it, earning small nuzzle from Al in return to the sound. This was it. Vesper finally let his mouth hang open. And if his lower jaw was normal then with quiet pop the top one split in two. No movement further occurred as he froze on place, hearing hitched gasp from below. Al, who finally found the courage to stop hiding face and dared to look up to find familiar shine of scary but those kind beady purple eyes was met with sight that so lively reminded him of his recent nightmare.

- Ves… - A split open monstrosity of a maw, opened like flower petals where each of those ‘petals’ had rows of elongated and curled inwards inky black fangs. The main difference was that instead of a black void this time he could distinguish actual soft flesh the same in colour as the eyes all wet with strings of dripping thick saliva. Long thin tongue was curled inside so careful so it wouldn’t be in the way of others teeth. And he just sat there paralysed with the sight. Sudden warmth and wetness of few drops of drool on his forehead snapped Al out of his little terrified trance. But as he managed to find back his voice, - per…?

It all collapsed on him. In one swift move he could feel as at least half of his body got engulfed into others maw, that dangerously clasped at the middle. He closed his eye in complete and total defeat, panic surging back and he just could stay still and do nothing only tremble. But just as Al thought that it’s going to be the end of him, fangs, faintly grazing on his pajamas and skin will tear into his insides, reaping his frail body into shreds, as Vesper would bite, reducing him from lover into piece of meat to shred. Alien did not even noticed how he started silently crying too occupied into his own spiralling thoughts. Nothing from that happened. The sudden sensation near his shut eye made body flinch hard, as he realised that it was that long tongue, lapping on his tears and covering face with layer of spit. Same fate was awaiting clothes too, as they all were damp from the excess. The texture was gross on his skin and as he tried to wipe it off his surroundings shifted quickly, forcing abrupt yelp to escape. At that time he realised that Vesper moved his head up making small body slide even further from the impact. The movement making him dizzy and Al just had to let his eye to open just a tiny bit only to see soft flesh of a throat right in front of his face, spasming in audible, almost deafening from closeness gulp as pooled drool around him disappeared in one moment. Alien wanted to say something, just anything to talk some sense into his husband, but voice was failing him miserably so he tried the last option. He pushed as hard as he could at slick flesh he could reach, with hands slipping again and again. And dark monster was having none of it, with low hum opening jaws just enough to ever so gently push him further, making finally first real gulp. At the time Al as much as he could tried to squirm, which did not help him at all as his head and shoulders got sucked into hot tightness of other’s throat. He could feel the same sensation of tongue, wrapping firmly around his legs, faint touch of sharp teeth ends earning in more attempts to fight back from him each time it happened. Small alien still did not understand why even be bothering with being this gentle, when he clearly was food now. He was preyed on and it pained his little terrified mind.

After first came the second, then the third gulps, with disappeared feet into gluttonous maw. Forcing fragile body further down monsters esophagus. Everything around Al was moving, pressing on him softly. He quit squirming at the time as it was useless in his position now. From descend he could hear booming heartbeat right next to him, swooshing of powerful lungs. It wasn’t long until he finally felt slipping into more bigger space, stretching and pushing at the walls aimlessly. Alien knew exactly where he did end up. This is stomach. Of his husband. That he trusted enough to come close to. So he gave into those growing thoughts of betrayal, while slowly curling on himself as tight at he could. He hated how surrounding fleshy walls clung back to him so soft and gentle in cruelest kind of mocking. As if it was trying to hug him. But he knew better than that as he could hear fain groans of others body. And with that came first quiet sob.

On the outside Vesper was sitting with his stoic calm demeanor only until the moment he felt Al finally slip down into his stomach, making quite noticeable bump on his belly. Not big nor small. Perfect just for him. But something wasn’t right, and shudders from inside him was speaking louder than anything. That was the moment when mind snapped back from the haze of previous blissful moments to ugly truth. He just did the one thing he wasn’t suppose to do at all. Vesper so desperately tried to wipe his face with thin fingers, rubbed tongue on the palate in useless attempt to get rid of sweet taste in his mouth that he tried to cherish in last moments. And when he stopped, he almost hit himself. Just how terrible he can even get. Because instead of trying to calm down his terrified husband he was trying to what? Groom himself out of any trace of what he did. A ‘good’ partner he is indeed.

With deep but barely noticeable on black face regret his claws carefully poked bump on his belly, trying to catch attention from alien trapped inside. And when it didn’t help he just sat there, carefully caressing his gut with both hands, as if trying to hide it.

- Al, listen… - he tried to speak when finally felt movement from the inside, it was small aliens attempt to get away from places, where his hands moved, only to push himself more into soft walls of his captor with irregular from all crying breath. It pained Vesper’s heart and at the same time that evil thought that he wanted more of that was always persistent. When no more movements occur, monster allowed himself to continue.

- Please. - he felt small shudder coming from the inside, which must be result of his voice vibrating off of the walls a little. But he was right about thinking for one thing: Al absolutely didn’t like it here, and how voice were coming almost from every side from the organ, shaking his frame. He did not like how humid and dark it was, reminding him of that forest. He was devastated that now, now Vesper was acting as if he cared enough to not to just devour him right there. And there he was, sitting and trembling inside. Words came out before he could think,

- Y-you ate me. - hoarse from all the crying and tiredness voice was laced with poorly hidden pain. Which made surroundings carefully close more tight on him, engulfing into more tight embrace. Made him squeak in surprise, - S-stop, don’t crush me.

- I… - what could he say to that. He did that to him, didn’t he? Just gobbled up his small lover in favor of keeping something his. And now Vesper was pressing a little bit harder on his own stomach without even realising that. As he heard last one he did try to relax and moved his hands away, - I am sorry, Al. I should’ve- - as he tried to start apologising, futile attempt to ease their current tension was stopped when Al spoke back.

- But you did. - simple truth that no one from them both wanted to hear, and yet it was necessary.

- Yes. Yes, I did. - came in defeat from Vesper, as he let himself hunch in shame. He couldn’t deny the obvious. But as he felt little movements as Al was slowly shifting to lean into outside wall heavily, monster slowly put down his hand back on his belly. It did give out a happy gurgle in return, making alien tense just for a second before slowly reaching hand and pressing down on nearest wall.

- Am I…? - came in quiet question that both of them thought of, but only one knew and dared to answer.

- No, you’re not. I promise. - it was so hard to swallow rising in his throat purr, just for the sake of not hurting Al even further. It was pleasant to him but right now he couldn’t just indulge into it. So instead he tried to answer in the only one way he could, slowly moving to press his hand against the place where he could feel alien pressing his into.

- Just try to sleep. I wont let it take you back into that realm. At least not when you’re in… there. - that wasn’t cheap way to buy trust of his little starshine back, it was a mere fact. If monster was right about something, that this that creature would not dare to attack someone else’s prey. Even it knew some sort of pride about hunting. But that wasn’t important right now, as he felt slow nuzzles from the inside and widened all eyes in shock. That was completely unexpected to feel.

- Vesper? - the lack of response to his attempts to get comfortable was making Al a little bit uneasy, but at the same time short silence was a little bit comforting. And now alien could actually see not only bad sides from being in a place like this. It was wet and all those noises around could twist thoughts into wrong direction. No, anyone on his place would think he was going to die horrible death, knowing who Vesper, no what he is. It was strange as a feeling of long awaited relaxation for stressed mind and body to kick in in this warmth and soft surrounding kneading at his frame. Only now he could feel just how incredibly tired he was.

- Yes, starshine? - monster could finally let out relaxed sign, feeling Al settling down.

- …don’t do that again… - soft mumble came to him as an answer.

- I- - he thought of a proper answer to that, and couldn’t find any, when Al continued mumbling softly.

- …without asking… - were the last easily distinguished words before alien’s mind finally shut down, falling into peaceful slumber, leaving the only awakened one with comforting weight in his middle. A rare moment of extreme closeness they can both share.

- Yes. Of course. I’m sorry. - even if little starshine couldn’t hear it, he still answered. Not daring to move from the spot entirely. Only shifting slightly and adjusting his weight just to get a little bit more comfortable on others bed for the last bits of the night. That’s when he finally let all of hidden emotions roll back onto him in waves. First came bitter rage for someone who only dared to hunt his little cinnamon roll. He still vividly remembered the pure panicked look in the eye of his lover. He was reeking at the time, and said fear was wrong. It wasn’t fear that he brought. His little star was trembling because of someone else and it was driving him crazy at the time. This is how rage turned into possessiveness. And then he lost it. Vesper couldn’t be more angry both with himself for how he acted and the other one. He needed to deal with this as one beast to another. He must’ve been starting to growl pretty audible as he felt soft shifting inside, making him huff in defeat. His husband needing him right now. Everything else could wait for later.

At the morning when one alien slowly stirred awake in his bed, woken up by sun filling rather small room with dimmed through curtains light. Al cracked an eye, slowly sitting up as he was still sleepy from the night. Rubbed his face to get rid of his sleepiness. One fast glance at the clock and his one eye widened in shock. It was midday already and he just woke up.

And then it hit him. The previous night and all what had happened with... Vesper. Name made him quiver from sudden unease, but even through that he could feel how traitorously face was heating up from embarrassment. He was so close to…

Nose caught smell of something delicious nearby and made Al break off from his thoughts towards nightstand where stood his favourite cup filled with green tea and still warm pancakes on a plate. With a note right behind it all with crudely written words ‘I’m sorry’.

He knew that Vesper could never hold pen right having such long claws as he had which messed with his handwriting. But in the end it was the cutest thing in Al’s opinion. So he slowly said to a seemingly empty room, knowing well that his big boogeyman was deep in the slumber to hear him.

- I know, dummy… - as a peaceful smile crept it’s way on little’s alien face.