Trapped
I poked at the invisible walls containing me. Lights were on full blast, blinding me slightly. Through the glare I could vaguely make out Tony and Bruce. From what I could tell they were talking, Bruce was curled under a thick blanket and had a hand wrapped around a yellow mug. He drank wantonly and looked sickly pale which, i had to admit, wasn't because of me. I swear he was already like that. Tony sat beside him on the marble counter, holding him close with one arm around his shoulders.
After a moment they stood up. Bruce, as expected, could hardly hold his own and almost fell to his knees. Strangely enough Tony didn't let go, from what i had observed Tony had closed himself off. Disappearing within crowds, hiding behind a mask of 'I'm fine'. Tony avoided physical touch like It'd be the end of the world if he allowed even that much.
Perhaps, i had something do with it. A swell of emotion erupted from deep within me. If I can get these two together why not the others? I jumped up in a excitement only to realize that I was still trapped. When I made impact with the walls the container shifted. It was past the edge of the table just enough so there was a small passage at the bottom leading to the tiled floor. Carefully squeezed my way through and with a pop I was free.
From there everyhting went still, after all, it's not like i went unnoticed. Their eyes dart toward me. The two men stared, their gaze locked in hard. Bruce inhaled sharply pressing Tony, likewise for Tony. Instantly I crawled over towards them and let my instincts lung forward. They raced for the door but as I grew in size it was obvious that they weren't going to make I outside the door.
Like a wave I engulfed them both, feeling slightly more full. Both thrashed around inside. But soon after realizing they won't be able to leave no matter the circumstance they slowed their motions. I pressed my self to Tonys lips, beckoning for the connection we had made that one time but he just wasn't having it. He cranes his head to the side ('Cause we both know even if he were to try to move away he wouldn't be able to do so.) While Bruce hesitantly leans into the touch, I could feel the uncertainty radiate from him as he parts his lips. Gently i wiggle a tentacle into his mouth only to rub against his soft palate (inside of cheek).
I add another and another before his mouth was filled to the brim with them, I explored and caressed at the same time easing my way down his throat to the point immediate danger was the last thought he could've had. By the time I reached the back of his throat he was lax in my grip, gleaming brown eyes completely closed, and a small hum is emitted from him.
God damn, Bruce, Tony spoke. Well, not exactly spoke out more like thought.
They stared at eachother, wildly. Tony? The physicist thought. Apparently Tony had forgotten to think and opened his mouth inside. I squirmed into his mouth forcefully and as a result he began to thrash once again. He tried to pry to get a grip on the tentacle but his hand just passed through it. I stilled his motions with little force, pressing more and more into his mouth until just like Bruce, he was filled to the brim. Tony just had to understand that he needs to trust me, be a less aggressive and more submissive.
Bruce was snapped of his daze and started gaging around the long thick tentacle I had curled in his stomach pulsing out milk for him to gain some type of nourishment. Stop that, let him go. Bruce demanded but his resolved quickly ended when I had 'innocently rubbed into against his penis. A small pur of contentment escaped me and they reacted quite well. Bruce arched into the grasp of the tentacles, pushing them even more into his mouth while Tony slowly began to buck allowing the tentacles to make their journey down his throat.
This distraction is just what I needed.