And here's the rest of chapter six. Whenever there's a porny update to the story it'll be added to this topic in the future, just to keep things tidy and the title difference is just to make it clear which is which. Enjoy.

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The Tentaspy was surprised when Scout abruptly fell asleep, half dressed and sitting up on his bed. He must’ve been extremely tired, after all the fuss there had been on the way here. He had heard the commotion on the train and had heard the Soldier attacking the other crates – it was why he had quickly cloaked the moment those footsteps drew near. The man hadn’t realised that he had been watched as he looked into the seemingly empty tank.

The boy looked angelic despite his dishevelled appearance. Scout had left the curtains undrawn so the room was well lit, clouds drifting across the moon and painting soft shadows. Colour had drained from the room in the night, leaving it in shades of black and white. It was a surreal perspective making the room seem like something from a dream and, coupled with dozing, half-dressed Scout on the bed; the image was incredibly enticing to the Tentaspy.

He quickly slipped out of his tank. He had spent the entire day in there and it was becoming too cramped for him anyway. He needed more room to spread his limbs, flexing and curling his tentacles as he stretched his arms. He quickly crawled over the floor, using the dangling sheet to pull himself up onto the bed. Scout only snored slightly, hands occasionally twitching in sleep. The Tentaspy was fast in reaching the sleeper and settling on his lap, leaning against his warm stomach and sighing happily.

He remained like that for a few minutes, nestled comfortably. He just listened to the quiet of the night coupled with the slight noises from Scout. The Tentaspy’s limbs slipped over Scout’s skin, hungry for the smooth warmth, tracing the muscles underneath. The hybrid held back moans at the contact, gently nipping at Scout’s stomach as his tentacles slid under the undone trousers and past the boy’s underwear, searching for more warm skin.

When Scout is extremely tired, he dreams. Well, everyone dreams, but when Scout is exhausted his dreams become extremely vivid and outlandish. So after such a long journey, it’s only natural that he would be dreaming such a dream now...He was in Sniper’s loft - to be more specific, the loft in the old base, as he had yet to see the new nest Sniper had claimed here. It was sunrise or sunset, the sky beyond the windows that deep blue it became when the sun was absent.

The Tentaspy hummed to itself, the tentacles winding about Scout’s privates. He had seen them before of course (Scout had never been shy when dressing and undressing) but he had never felt them before. Scout would always pluck him away from his midsection if the tentacles strayed too close. The Tentaspy relished in this forbidden feel, exploring eagerly. His tendrils wound slowly over the shaft and scrotum.

Water was everywhere, soaking his ankles and lower calves. That was pretty weird, Scout had no idea how the loft could be flooded since the water should seep down the hatch and into the rest of the base. He heard a coughing noise and saw Sniper, striding towards him as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

The Tentaspy drew deep breaths as he curled around the balls and shaft. He looked down curiously though, as the flesh in his tentacles began to change – it was getting firmer, longer and thicker. As it did that, Scout’s breathing seemed to change too.

Scout glared at Sniper. The man’s expression was hidden – fucking shades, he doesn’t even need to wear them right now - but there was something about him that wasn’t right. Scout couldn’t place what was different even as Sniper loomed over him, stopping just an inch away from him.

The Tentaspy focused on the part of Scout that changed, coiling around it as it stiffened. He applied his suckers carefully onto the skin, turning himself around so he could inspect Scout’s cock closely. He leaned forward curiously, eyes glittering as he wound and unwound his tentacles around it.

“Bloody ankle biter.” Sniper snarled.
“What?” Scout asked, not fazed by the Australians tone. Instead of answering, Sniper grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss.

Scout was beginning to make soft noises and the Tentaspy loved them. He had to turn again, curving his body so he could watch Scout’s lips move smoothly over the sleepy mumbles. He silently cursed that he couldn’t see and touch all of him at the same time.

Scout didn’t even attempt to dissuade the sharpshooter. He let the kiss continue, feeling Snipers teeth grow more jagged with his tongue. Something wet was circling his legs, creeping up his calves. A pair of arms wrapped around him possessively.

The Tentaspy turned back to the object in his hold. Stretching out curiously, he placed a hand firmly on the fleshy head, toying with it gently to absorb the texture and heat. His tentacles slipped slowly over the base of the erect dick he was petting, reaching Scout’s balls too.

It took a moment for Scout to register that the figure before him wasn’t Sniper. In a brief parting he saw that a balaclava obscured the person’s face, a blue suit covering their body. Tentacles replaced the man’s legs and hips. The fully grown Tentaspy kissed him repeatedly.

Scout shuddered as the Tentaspy in his lap began to stroke him with keen interest. The flesh had stopped growing now. It was about half his size, reaching up to his midsection. The Tentaspy couldn’t help but wrap his hands around it in an affectionate hug, before continuing with his petting.

He clearly wasn’t very observant in his subconscious. It took Scout a good minute or so to notice that someone was approaching from behind him. He broke away from the Tentaspy to look over his shoulder – it was Sniper again, striding towards him with eyes hidden by sunglasses.

He ran his hands over the head, lingering at the slit. The Tentaspy listened carefully, memorising what actions evoked what noises. He continued to map Scout’s reactions, stroking, squeezing and pulling as best he could at the large, heavy penis.

Sniper didn’t say anything but swathed the boy’s waist with his arms, breathing hotly against his cheek. The Tentaspy also drew close again, nuzzling his collarbone and apparently unbothered by the intrusion. Scout closed and opened his eyes slowly – he just couldn’t seem to react fast.

The Tentaspy lowered his hands, lifting his body so his tentacles could clasp over Scouts cock again. He was careful as he held Scout as tightly as he could without causing pain, suckers planting onto the shaft with the tips of his tendrils pressing onto the glistening head.

They were pressing either side of him, both possessively gripping him – the Sniper was holding and rubbing his arms muttering lowly in his ear; the Tentaspy lightly scratching his back and chest, murmuring sweetly in his other ear. It felt good. Real good.

The Tentaspy couldn’t help but purr. Scout was squirming, oh so pleasurably as he tasted him with his suckers. All the movements were instinctual, the Tentaspy just knew what to do. He applied gentle pressure in wave-like ebbs down Scout’s erection, by flexing the tentacles one after the other. Scout’s noises were getting slightly louder now as his continued to slowly writhe.

The complete contrasts were mesmerising. Snipers smooth, rough strokes and warm, unrefined voice made the Tentaspys soft, jagged caresses and cool, suave vocals all the more potent, and vice versa. Scout groaned needily, unable to move his body. He merely stood, head leaned back as they lavished him with touches and whispers.

Scout cried out wordlessly, arching his body suddenly. The Tentaspy swiftly caught the white strands as Scout came onto his tentacles and, feeling Scout’s arms shift, he quickly slid off Scout’s lap and feigned sleep. Scout’s eyes bolted open, darting around the monochrome room. He took a few moments to look around, catching his breath. No words came to his mind as he recounted the dream, running a hand through his hair. The only conclusion he could reach was; fuck the dream, he needed more sleep.

It was as he went to flop onto his side that he felt the Tentaspy. He barely restrained himself from shouting out by covering his mouth with his own hand, still jumping slightly. As he calmed down, he watched the Tentaspy, noticing the way the tentacles coiled around themselves in a motion that reminded him of someone washing their hands. He gave a long, quiet groan. It was too late for any of this crap. Fucking dream.

Rather than try and put the Tentaspy into the tank Scout carefully picked it up and put it on his pillow, saving a corner for himself to use. He slipped under the covers and quickly fell asleep again. The Tentaspy opened his eyes slowly. Seeing that Scout was unconscious, he mutely crawled to lie closer to him and fell asleep himself, tentacles toying with the blonde’s hair and pressing gently against the back of his neck.