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Simon was sick. Or at least he was feeling sick. Grace couldn't seem to find anything wrong on the surface. Simon was warm but not feverish, he didn't have a cough and even though his mouth was producing more saliva then usual Simon wasn't vomiting.
“And you said your aching all over?” Grace asked. Typing notes on his laptop for the Eridian lab team to analyze.
“Yes… I-I don't know what's wrong. I never felt like this before.” Simon held his stomach rocking back and forth for some comfort.
“Ok, Adrian should be here soon.” Grace typed in the last few notes and closed his laptop.
Simon was withholding information, Grace could tell. It made sense, he was a doctor just not a medical one. And Simon had his right to privacy. Especially when they were the only two humans here.
Grace stood up as Simon let out a painful whimper curling in on himself more.
“Hey, hey, it's ok. We'll get this figured out.” Grace said, kneeling to Simon's side.
He placed his hand on Simon's shoulder and he jumped a little only to completely melt to Grace's touch. Simon leaned forward.
“Whoa!”
Grace exclaimed as Simon was practically falling into his arms.
“You ok?”
Simon nodded nuzzling into Grace's shoulder.
Grace felt a bit awkward. The two barely know each other with Simon being found in that submarine only a few months ago.
What was going on?
Simon has stopped shaking and seemed in less pain than a second ago. He let out a small noise that Grace couldn't identify.
“Does this hurt?”
Simon shook his head and used his one arm to hold Grace close.
“Feels…” Simon took a moment to think. “I feel relieved.”
Well that made sense, the poor guy was probably just as touched-starved as Grace.
He held Simon tighter. He smelled good. Like really good… He smelled like flowers but Grace couldn't pin down what.
Was that weird? Probably.
“I am here, statement” Adrian carefully steps inside with Rocky just a step behind.
There were more Eridians, two holding up a cot for Simon to lay on.
Simon hid his face in Grace's shoulder, not moving.
“Simon, you gotta go with them.”
He let out a small whine but relented, limping to the cot before laying down.
“We bring in to lab. Do many tests.” Adrian chirps.
Normally an alien saying that would freak Grace out but Adrian's tune was soft and caring as always.
“Understand,” Grace nods.
And Simon was gone.
Grace immediately missed holding him. The empty space feeling cold now.
*
A few hours passed and Simon was back. He immediately fell into Grace's arms. He wasn't wearing a shirt.
“Whoa! It feels like you have a fever now!” Grace yelped.
Simon's skin felt like it was burning.
“Yes. He has egg in body.”
Adrian said that it was a normal thing to just state in the living room.
“W-what!?” Grace tried to stand up from the couch but Simon held him close.
God, he was strong.
“Yes, yes, going through mating cycle.”
Grace's face was beet red.
“Humans don't have mating cycles!” He gaped at Adrian.
Adrian tapped the floor. They didn't seem at all confused.
“Simon does. Simon not fully human," Rocky commented.
Right. The blood ocean has mutated his body.
“He had sharp teeth on the left side of his face and some gills but his organs remained the same!” Grace paused “didn't they?”
Grace was a bit panicked. This was all new territory and Simon… Well Simon has been very attached to Grace as of late.
Adrian sat on the floor next to Rocky.
“We kept Simon in lab. Tried to use machine to relieve him and receive egg.”
Grace's breath hitched. That seemed like a private matter. Although Grace was curious what sort of “pleasure bot” they made for Simon.
“He was mad mad mad. Then sad sad sad. Crying for you.” Rocky said.
“For me?”
“Grace his mate.” Adrian chimed sharply, a bit annoyed that they had to spell it out for Grace.
Grace froze. Then shook his head.
“Nnnoo, I'm not. We barely know each other-”
Simon suddenly sobbed, loosening his grip on Grace.
“I’m sorry. I thought- I'm not… I'm not th-thinking clearly.”
“Hey, it's ok, I'm not mad.” Grace against his better judgment rubbed soft circles on Simon's back.
“Everything hurts.” Simon weeped. “But when you touch me it's like… you just take the pain away.”
Grace looks away in thought for a moment. Would it be so bad to help Simon?
Not only that he really wanted to know how this mating cycle worked… but this was more than science, this was Simon wanting a mate. A companion.
“Rocky, Adrian, could you please leave us for a bit?” Grace asked.
Adrian seemed much happier knowing what Grace decided. Rocky waved, closing the front door. And now it was just them.
“Simon, I need to understand that if we do this, everything will be different.”
Simon nodded, tears rolling down his face.
“Yes. I want to… I want to be with you, Angel.”
Grace nodded.
“Ok…”
Simon kissed him. His head bumped into Grace's a bit too fast, their teeth clanking for a moment. But then they found their rhythm.
It was weird, Grace had to kiss the right side of Simon's face to reach his lips. But then Grace paused, holding face Simon in his hands.
That smell Grace found was definitely some sort of pheromone. It was driving him crazy. Maybe that was the point.
Grace turned Simon's head to see his jagged sharp teeth.
“You're beautiful.” Grace whispered.
It made Simon moan his teeth opening slightly. Grace then leaned forward, licking his sharp teeth. Simon froze not wanting to hurt Grace.
When Grace leaned back Simon followed not wanting to lose Grace's touch.
Grace laughed.
“I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
Grace then pushed Simon to lay down. It was strange. Normally Simon was this gruff, stubborn man who kept himself guarded. Grace would think he would be more aggressive when like this. A monster pinning Grace to the floor and taking what he wanted.
Well, he goes through heat, not rut.
Simon was completely open. Still crying, and desperate for touch. It made Grace feel hot, he never really took the lead like this in his past relationships.
Grace slipped off his shirt nodding for Simon to take off his pants. He did. And oh god was it big. Not just big, it was a large red and black tentacle. It pulsed in the air, clear liquid leaking from it.
Simon moaned in embarrassment.
“It's ok.” Grace smiled, taking off his pants and underwear.
“No, I'm…” Simon sobbed, "disgusting.”
Grace frowned. He slowly went to his knees and gently grabbed his tentacle. Simon gasped already thrusting his hips up for any kind of friction. God, it was thick and slippery.
“Simon, what you went through is not your fault. You changed but that doesn't make you disgusting.” Grace comforted Simon, gripping a bit harder.
“Fuck! Angel, please.” Simon cried.
“Just hold on a bit more ok?” Grace smiled and brought the tentacle to his mouth.
Grace furrowed his brows as he slowly took more and more of Simon's cock. It tasted strange, but not gross. Of course it had a hint of copper to it.
Simon was a mess. Babbling what sounded like prayers between sobs. He gripped Grace's hair trying not to push him down farther.
Grace came up and let Simon's cock come out with a pop. The pheromones were really in the air now. Grace started to feel lightheaded with lust.
It was then he noticed. A round bump protruded from Simon's lower abdomen. It was the size of a normal chicken egg.
“Is that?”
Grace gently pushed the egg beneath his skin down deeper in his flesh. Simon writhed, letting out a loud moan. Grace quickly let go watching the egg pop back into place.
Grace then gasped standing up quickly as his cunt started leaking way more fluid then it was supposed to. Large drops of it falling to the floor. Simon honest to god growled sitting up at the sight.
The pheromones weren't just affecting his brain, it was morphing his body to handle Simon and his egg! Grace should be terrified, he should stop this and quarantine them both before-
“Come here.” Simon growled again.
It was weak, more of a beg than a demand.
Grace listened, climbing on top of Simon. Body horror be damned they were far too turned on to care.
Simon slipped in easily grabbing Grace's hip as he thrusted up with all his strength. Grace threw his head back moaning as he felt the tentacle pulse inside of him.
“Simon!” Grace gasped. “I never- mmm god, you feel amazing!”
Grace placed his hands flat on Simon's chest and started to bounce up and down chasing anything that felt good. Simon tried to keep up his brain fogged over in lust. Simon rolled them over pushing Grace to the couch. He held him down, lopping his arm around Grace's leg, bending him over.
“S-Simon, wait-”
Simon then started to pound his hips into Grace's.
“HOLY- ah! Simon, I didn't think you could go deeper!” Grace gasped for air.
The tentacle retched deeper and Grace felt sick as he could feel his cervix open! It didn't hurt, it felt quite nice actually. It was just the feeling of Simon reaching in and pulling out over and over that felt so strange and alien.
The noises they made were a disgusting wet slap with each thrust and the gulping of Grace's guts made Simon's head spin.
This is what Grace expected Simon to be. Rough, hard, and fast. But his face… He was still crying. Still gentle. Desperate to make Grace's his and his alone.
“I love you, Angel. Ryland- by the last tree, I love you.”
The damn finally broke for Grace as he sobbed with Simon. He gasped again as Simon slammed hard against his hips shuddering to a stop. Hot, thick liquid started to fill Grace.
Grace curled in holding Simon close, and kissing him. It was then he felt the egg move from Simon's body to his. Grace grit his teeth, whimpering as the egg reached the entrance of his uterus. He tried to stay still to make it easier but it was like his body wanted to fight back. Of course it wasn't his fault, none of this wasn't natural to his nature. Simon laid his full body weight on Grace keeping him pinned.
“I got you, you're ok.” Simon cooed.
“Simon!” Grace sobbed. “I love you, I love you.”
Simon gently shushed him.
And finally the egg popped in Grace's womb, making the scientist cry out in relief.
Simon moaned as he lifted himself off of Grace. His tentacle now smaller, slipping out with ease. The couch and floor was completely soaked as Simon's cum leaks out of Grace's cunt.
Grace couldn't move. His legs felt numb and his arms were jelly. He slowly brought his hand to the small bump poking out his lower stomach. Was Grace's body warm enough to incubate it? Would this egg even hatch? What… What would their child even look like? Grace hoped they would look like Simon.
Grace doesn't remember being cleaned and lifted to bed but here he was being held by Simon.
He would need to report back to Adrian soon… and see if this egg was even safe to keep in his body. But right now he was tired, and Simon was so warm. Sleep took him easily.