Cthulhu Wants You

“Fuck!” Dean could hear the growl in Sam’s voice. The long arm that held him was warm, and tight, grabbing him around the middle and squeezing his arms against his sides. Sam was luckier. His tentacle had him spread eagle, suspended on his back, wrists bound and arm straining away from his body. Dean couldn’t help but moan as he watched one of the smaller, mucus covered tentacles wrap around his brother’s cock and squeeze tightly. He could feel one doing the same to him and the sensation caused him to emit a small keening whine. God, it was so tight and wet. That thing; tentacle, vine, whatever, gripped him perfectly, as if it had touched him before on multiple occasions. Dean opened the eyes that had fallen shut and looked at Sam. His brother was tilted toward him, mouth open in a moan and eyes closed. His hair was being brushed back by another large, green extremity. Another one, this one with suction cups, was flicking across his nipples and stopping every so often to pull at the hardened nubs.  Dean barely had time to register the fucked out noises falling from Sam’s lips before he was making his own.

Two tentacles took his arms, and the large one around his midsection unwound and slid underneath him, holding him up. Two more slid around his ankles while another began to push at his lips. Dean, dazed with lust let it in willingly. He cracked his eyes open again, wishing he could keep them that way. Sam’s knees were bent. There was a tentacle there too; sliding between Sam’s stretched cheeks. Dean could see the wet arm push in and move out. The vision alone had him rutting against the long tentacle that was now caressing his balls. Dean shouted as he felt a cool, wet, blunt vine begin to push at his ass. He made himself relax, just taking it and humming around the tentacle in his mouth.  When he did everything else sped up, got tighter, thrusted deeper. Dean was in heaven. Sam sounded like he was too. He wasn’t gagged as Dean was. The monster they had been hunting, and were failing at defeating, saw fit to just leave him to make the most delicious sounds Dean had ever heard.

Dean glanced over, watching as Sam writhed against his restraints and called out. The sight of his brother, so far from the more conservative look he kept up, was too much for Dean. Within seconds the monster was milking him dry. Slowly the ministrations stopped, leaving Dean shaking and spent as the monster lowered him to the ground. Five minutes later he heard what he assumed was Sam’s orgasm. Dean was too tired to open his eyes to see, but the sound caused his dick to twitch. Dean had to bat away another interested tentacle. No way was he going to be able to go another round.  He felt a heavy weight drop down beside him, a heat that couldn’t come from anything other than a body.

“Hey.” Sam said hoarsely, rolling over so he didn’t crush Dean. For some reason the monster had seen fit to place him on top of the other.

“Hey.” Dean acknowledged him, forcing himself to open his eyes.

“We-we need to get dressed.” Sam panted, risking a glance at Dean.

“Yeah, I know.” Dean groaned and forced himself to get up. As he and Sam went to grab their clothes, Dean sighed.

“What?” Sam asked, mourning the loss of his favorite shirt and underwear. He was glad his pants were still semi-intact. Dean had gotten away with more than he did.

“We have to kill it now don’t we?” Dean frowned.

“Yeah” Sam pouted, wishing he could just keep the damn thing as a pet. It had after all reverted to the size of a small bush. Maybe they could just…cart it around in a bucket.

“Damn.” Dean groaned, heading back to the now sated tentacle monster with his lighter in his hand. As he walked Sam swore he heard his brother mumble something about a damn plant being an awfully good fuck. Sam, still standing on wobbly legs, had to agree.

“Hey Dean! Wait!” Sam called out, jogging to meet up with his brother. “You think…if we cut a bit off and replant it, it might…you know?” Dean grinned at him.

“We can try Sammy,” Dean said as he sliced off a tentacle, handed it to Sam and then set fire to the bush. Dean was sorry to see it go, but maybe if he and Sam were lucky they could raise a baby monster for their own.