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Kouyou knew that he had a somewhat unpopular opinion; the Sayaran invasion wasn’t actually that bad. Sure, they basically disarmed the whole planet and humans were drafted into working in their mines on Mars, but it wasn’t bad .
First of all, they still had their own government and the Sayarans didn’t give a fuck who was running the planet as long they were keeping to the ‘no wars allowed’ rule. As far as Kouyou knew there had been one single armed conflict - somewhere in Europe - in the last sixty years, and the Sayarans put an end to that in hours. That wasn’t bad at all.
And really, if you got drafted - only when there was a shortage in the workforce - you got paid handsomely, had a lot of benefits and could come back two years later with your job still waiting for you.
They could have done a lot worse than this. By now they knew there were all kinds of alien species out there, and honestly, the Sayarans were the best of the lot.
There wasn’t much unrest against them on Earth, even though people - especially the older generation - loved to bitch about their ‘alien overlords’. Kouyou didn’t see them as horrendous dictators. Maybe because Sayarans were pretty much humanoid. Well, okay, not completely. They were taller than most humans, usually around 8’5” and had skin tones ranging from pale blue-ish green to all kind of amazing, intense jewel colors. Okay, Kouyou had to admit that they looked kind of awesome. A bit terrifying, but still awesome.
Maybe he should stop reading so much science fiction.
***
The shop was quiet that day. There’d been only two or three customers, but that wasn’t exactly unusual; records in this day and age rarely sold well.
Kouyou was chilling behind the counter, reading a tome of high-fantasy. It was a bit boring, to be honest, with long descriptions and endless battle scenes that were too chaotic to really follow when the bell above the door rang.
He took a sip of his soda and looked up, only to choke on his drink.
Coming through the door - bending down a bit to fit - was a… a Sayaran. Kouyou had never actually seen one up close. Sure, some of them lived on Earth for diplomatic reasons, but aside from seeing them on the news, most people didn’t meet them in real life.
What the hell was going on?
“Hello,” Kouyou said, wanting to smack himself in the head right away. Hello ? Really?
The Sayaran stopped in the middle of the shop - a bit to the side of the lamp his head would have bumped into and gave him a long look, making Kouyou gulp.
“Hello,” he said back finally, his voice deep and melodious. Kouyou was pretty sure he was a male - as much as he knew Sayarans only had one sex, and usually preferred to be referred to with male pronouns. Those that didn’t wore their hair differently.
“Um. Can I… help you with something?” he asked a bit hesitantly because the Sayaran was just standing there, watching him. It was getting a bit unnerving.
The man blinked. His eyes were a particularly beautiful shade of fuchsia, and it was just more amazing with the teal skin. Kouyou thought that humans must look really boring to them.
“I would like to acquire some music,” he said, his gaze never leaving Kouyou. Was the staring a Sayaran thing? Or did he have something on his face? He was too intimidated to ask.
“O-okay. You’re in the right place. What… what kind of record would you like?”
He couldn’t imagine that the Sayarans didn’t have every single piece of human literature and music digitized. They all seemed to speak their languages and everything.
The Sayaran stepped closer, making Kouyou lean back in his chair. He was way too tall.
“I’m the new junior cultural embassador and my superior told me that I should get… authentic cultural experiences.”
Oh. Oh that explained why he was here.
“Um. Right. So you’re looking for mainstream? Something classic? Or something that’s in right now?”
“In?” the man asked, arching a perfect eyebrow. His hair was black and long, a bit longer than Kouyou’s. He looked… Well, he looked very handsome actually.
He grinned. There was something adorable about how clueless the guy was.
“Yep. Like, things that are fashionable, that people talk about right now. I mean, they do talk about the classics too, probably, but what’s ‘in’ is a lot more sensational, if you get my meaning…”
The Sayaran nodded, looking serious.
“Then I would like both a classic and something… in .”
Kouyou gave him a Nirvana album - it was the biggest classic of the 20st century, and Sunset on Mars by the HumanDroids, the newest hit they had.
He rang the Sayaran up and thought that that would be the end of it.
***
Two days later, when he got home, there was a thick envelope in his mailbox. He opened it when he was in his apartment and promptly dropped the whole thing.
The first thing in it was a leaflet titled ‘Interspecies Breeding Proposals - Human Rights and Opportunities’.
What the. What the actual fuck?
It was produced by the Sayanaran Embassy.
Kouyou picked it up with shaking hands.
On occasion, Sayaran personnel stationed on Earth will choose to mate with a Human individual. In such cases, the Human has full rights to refuse the offer, and should suffer no harm for doing so.
Humans who accept the mating offer will be given unique opportunities in exchange for taking part in the mating process. Their names will be deleted from the draft list and they will receive lifelong medical care and pension from the Sayaran Embassy, even if they don’t wish to continue the relationship after the first mating.
If a Human citizen should accept the invitation of a Sayaran, they are required to go through with the first mating process - as the process cannot be stopped once the mating has started.
Sayaran mating process includes:
- Sexual intercourse
- Impregnation
- Pregnancy
- Delivery
Human citizens are not required to take part in child rearing, and may return to their previous life after delivery.
The process takes approximately three weeks, during which the Human partner is required to stay in the Embassy’s mating quarters with his or her Sayaran partner.
If you wish to take part in mating, please follow the instructions on the enclosed invitation.
Holy shit.
He had heard about this - mostly as gossip that nobody could ever confirm, because it was so rare, but… People said that one of the reasons why the Sayarans chose their planet - other than the minerals they mined on Mars - was that they were biologically compatible with humans.
Fuck. He never even met a Sayaran until this week… So that had to mean it was music guy.
Kouyou couldn’t help remembering the way he kept staring at him, like he was something… incredibly intriguing. There was a smaller envelope beside the leaflet, it had his name on it and there was a access card inside - with the strange, Sayaran letters. There was also a paper.
If you wish, please come to the embassy whenever it’s convenient for you in the next seven days.
Best regards,
Yuu of Karlan - Junior Cultural Embassador
***
He didn’t want to go. Of course he didn’t. Kouyou wasn’t crazy. What little he knew about Sayaran mating and biology wasn’t nearly enough to make an informed decision and he wasn’t about to jump into things head-first.
Except. For once, he couldn’t shake off the feeling of those intense, fuchsia eyes watching him. It made him wonder about what Yuu saw in him in those brief moments of their meeting to give him such an offer.
On the other hand, the shop wasn’t doing so good. Mr. Wilson - the owner - came in once a week and hummed and hemmed over the albums, looking like he was only keeping the store out of sentimentality. Kouyou didn’t even get a raise this year the way he did in the previous two that he’d worked there.
And - as much as he was regretful about it now - he kind of didn’t have any training for anything else. It was either the store or going to the mines on Mars. That wasn’t exactly a bad idea, but even with the good pay, life on Mars was hard and the work even harder. Kouyou was fit - lean without a drop of excess fat on his body, thank you very much - but he wasn’t exactly built for hard physical labor.
If he… if he had a lifelong pension from the Sayarans, he wouldn’t have to worry about money for the rest of his years.
Still. He would not make rash decisions.
***
It took Kouyou exactly 47 hours to find himself outside the Embassy. It wasn’t actually a building, it was a multi-purpose Sayaran spaceship that has been standing in the middle of a lot like a futuristic skyscraper since day one. It was enormous, and was the home and office of every Sayaran citizen on this side of the globe.
This was stupid. He should turn on his heels and just go home. That would have been the smart decision. Kouyou wasn’t famous of making smart decisions. He went out to drink his troubles away, dancing and having fun. His best friend, Janzy was drafted, and it just wasn’t the same without him.
He had no idea what made him do it, but he told his other friends, that he was going away on vacation, and then left a message on his boss’ phone that he was quitting. Maybe it had been stupid. Probably.
But hey, he was a guy, so at least he didn’t have to worry about the impregnation part. He was pretty sure.
There was one guard in front of the ship, and Kouyou just kind up slinked up to him, wondering if he had to ask to be let inside, or if he could just use the card he got. He must have been a miserable sight, because the guard was the one to speak to him.
“Can I help you?” his voice had the same, melodic quality to it as Yuu’s but wasn’t as deep. It was weird how much he remembered that voice.
“Um. I got an invitation? In… In the mail?” he said, looking up at him. The Sayaran raised an eyebrow, but then his face smoothed out as realization hit him.
“You may enter,” he said, hitting a button behind him, opening the doors. Except, he took hold of his arm when he actually tried to go through.
“I have to warn you,” he said, letting him go as soon as he stopped moving, “that if you go inside, you can not leave until the mating process is finished.”
Kouyou grinned at him.
“Oh, that’s cool, I’m not a chick, so I guess it will be just sex for me.”
Yeah, he had no idea why he decided to overshare.
The guard looked puzzled.
“I can see that you’re not a young chicken, but as long as you’re human, the mating process will be completed.”
Kouyou almost burst out laughing, but then his brain managed to process the rest of that sentence.
“Wait, what?”
The guard opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, there was someone in the door.
“You came.”
And shit, even though he only heard it once before, he would have recognized that voice anywhere.
***
Yuu looked just as intimidating the second time around. He was tall and slim, his form fitting uniform not leaving much to imagination.
“I. Um. Hi,” Kouyou said, very brightly. Hey, maybe the guy would realize that he didn’t want his kids after all. Because apparently that was a fucking possibility.
Yuu stepped away, motioning for him to step inside, and Kouyou did it without thinking, only realizing a second too late that he fucked up. The door slid closed behind him, and well. It was done.
The inside of the ship was looked like any skyscraper, with a big hall and a line of elevators. Everything seemed bigger, but that was probably due to Sayarans being, you know, bigger.
They stood there for a long moment, with Yuu staring at him. Again.
“Thank you for your music. I have enjoyed it,” he said finally, even though Kouyou was pretty sure this wasn’t the time for smalltalk.
“I think I made a mistake,” he said, his throat feeling dry. Yuu’s brows furrowed.
“Why?”
Because maybe he drank a bit too much yesterday when he made up his mind? Because he was going to have… kids now? So many reasons. So, so many.
“I though… I didn’t know that you can…” his face burned. Well shit. This wasn’t going to be easy. “I assumed that the pregnancy part was only for female humans,” he blurted out finally.
Yuu nodded, like he expected that, and put a large hand on Kouyou’s shoulder.
“That is not the case,” he said, voice feeling like a caress against his skin. “But you are here now. You will have to stay. I promise to take good care of you.”
Kouyou shivered. He didn’t know why; maybe it was anxiety, maybe anticipation.
***
Yuu’s room was very nice. An apartment, really. And at least Kouyou could forget about his nerves while he looked around. The Sayaran didn’t talk to him all the way the long elevator ride, and it was getting on his nerves.
“So,” he said, taking a deep breath, and turning around to face the alien. “Why me? We didn’t exactly… bond.”
He wasn’t even surprised that Yuu was staring right at him. Again. With those pretty eyes.
“We did,” the man told him like it was obvious, making Kouyou’s jaw drop to the floor.
“Um, no? I think I would have noticed bonding going on. You bought music. Then you left. We exchanged, like, five sentences. That’s not bonding .” Okay, so his voice might have wandered to a higher register by the end. Who cares?
Yuu stepped closer to him, until their bodies nearly touched, forcing him to look up.
“Maybe you didn’t feel it, but I did. We are… there’s no word for it in your language, but we are… in sync,” he said, his eyes burning a hole right through Kouyou. He sounded very confident. It was a bit scary.
“Okay. Okay, that’s… I don’t know what to say to that, but you're still just a stranger to me,” he said, even as Yuu reached up a hand to cradle his jaw. He was warm. Warmer than a human.
Yuu hummed. It was almost like a little tune.
“Tell me then, little human. How do your people bond? How do they court?”
Kouyou could feel his face heat up. Yuu had to know it, he was supposed to be a cultural ambassador or what the hell, but he swallowed, and tried to reply.
“Well. They go on dates. Sp-spend time together…” it was hard to think with Yuu touching him and looking at him like that. “They… if they like each-other they kiss. Make out. That sort of thing.”
Yuu smiled. His lips were full and inviting and a shade darker than the teal of his skin.
“That can be done.”
He didn’t lean down, like a normal person, but picked Kouyou up and kissed him.
His yelp of surprise was quickly cut off, and he moaned as soon as their mouths touched. Yuu tasted good. Different, a bit sweet, but good.
Kouyou held on for dear life, eyes rolling behind his closed eyelids as soon as Yuu teased his lips open with his tongue. Fuck. Sayarans knew how to kiss, that's for sure.
He didn’t completely understand what was happening. The kiss was good at first, but the longer it went on, the better it got. His whole body felt like he was flooded with sensation, like he would die if they stopped. He wanted . He wanted so much.
Kouyou moaned pathetically when they broke apart, unconsciously chasing after Yuu’s lips as the man pulled away. The alien chuckled.
“Let’s get on the bed,” he said, and took him there with two long steps. He was holding Kouyou up without any sign of strain, and that show of strength just made him harder. Fuck. He never got this desperate just from a kiss before.
“What… what’s going on?” he breathed, feeling a bit dizzy. Horny, and amazing, but a bit dizzy.
Yuu laid him out on the huge bed, pulling his clothes off with hands that were surprisingly gentle. He shushed him, kissing Kouyou’s neck.
“Some humans react strongly to our saliva,” he explained.
Oh. He thought that maybe he should be angry, but couldn’t find the energy. All he wanted was to get off.
Something still must have showed on his face, because Yuu looked almost apologetic.
“It will wear off soon, but it will make things easier for now.”
Kouyou gasped as his underwear was pulled off. A part of him knew that Yuu was right. He was required to do this anyway once he came here. A little help didn’t hurt, but still. He wondered if he would feel this good without the added… benefits.
When he was naked, Yuu straightened out and unzipped his uniform, showing off his beautiful, blue body. He looked amazing, though he didn’t have nipples. Or a belly button.
Kouyou was quite enjoying the view until the man was completely naked and he finally saw his penis.
Or, where his penis should have been.
He felt his eyes widen as they fell on the… squirming nest of tentacles on Yuu’s groin. They were a bit darker in color, and they were getting thicker and longer as he watched, their sizes of them varying from as thick as a thumb to human cock. But there were a lot of them.
“Holy fuck,” Kouyou muttered. What the hell was he supposed to do with those?
Yuu climbed on the bed, stroking his thigh.
“Do not be afraid, my little human, I would never hurt you,” he said. Kouyou didn’t know if it was his voice or his words that made him shiver.
Maybe it was the lingering effect of the aphrodisiac that made his legs fall open so easily, but the next second Yuu’s long body was between them, kissing up his body. He looked almost comically puzzled at Kouyou nipples.
“I thought human males didn’t lactate,” he said, sounding dubious, making Kouyou momentarily forget about the situation and snort.
“We’re still mammals,” he said. He licked his lips. “And… they are good for other things.”
He hoped that the man would understand his meaning and wasn’t disappointed when Yuu leaned down to take one in his mouth carefully, sucking.
Kouyou threw his head back and moaned long and loud, startling the Sayaran.
“Oh,” he said, and grinned, doing it again, biting down a little and making Kouyou’s back arch.
“I like these nipples,” he said.
He almost didn’t notice when Yuu’s groin touched his, but it was hard to miss the feeling of those… tentacles moving against his skin. He jerked in surprise, but Yuu shushed him, stroking his shoulders and blanketing him with his large body until Kouyou had nowhere to go. Maybe it should have felt like he was trapped, but all he felt was… safety.
“It’s alright, little human, let me show you our way.”
Kouyou nodded, throat dry and eyes clenched closed. He was shivering, and he couldn’t pinpoint why.
The tentacles… caressed him. There was no better word for it. Some of them wrapped around his hard, aching cock, coating with the slick that was coming from their tip. It had him moaning in less than a second.
Others slithered lower, playing with his balls, pressing against his taint and… and rubbing against his hole.
Kouyou had had sex before. He wasn’t exactly easy, but he was never one to deny his fun. But nothing ever felt like this before.
He gasped against Yuu’s shoulder when the first tentacle - a thinner one - entered him, sliding inside easily on it’s own slick. The stretch wasn’t painful, and the first one was soon followed by the next. They twisted together inside him, pumping back and forth and opening him up.
It was an alien feeling, but it still had his eyes rolling back with pleasure. Somehow every new tentacle entering him just made it feel better and better until he was a sweaty, moaning mess on the bed, holding onto Yuu like he his life depended on it.
“That’s it, my little human, take me inside you,” the man murmured. He looked like he was feeling it too, the way their bodies worked together to make everything bright and amazing and overwhelming.
Kouyou did feel when the last - and thickest - tentacle entered him. It wasn’t exactly pain… it was just. Almost too much. Yuu kissed him, and he relaxed, trying to make his body adjust, and after a few seconds of feeling like he would burst, everything slotted into place, leaving him panting and cross-eyed with pleasure.
Yuu held him close. His hips weren’t moving, but the tentacles in his hole moved, thrusting into him and reaching place so deep inside him, he didn’t even know they existed.
The ones on his cock started to move, twisting and turning and rubbing him all the right ways, and soon…
“I’m. I’m close,” he moaned, not even knowing why he was warning the Sayaran.
Yuu hummed, the sound resonating through his chest straight into Kouyou’s, and just like that he was gone, whole body tightening and arching and burning up with the power of his orgasm. He might have blacked out a little.
When he came to Yuu had arranged them on their sides, with the Sayaran cradling him close from behind. Kouyou felt like he was floating, except for the heavy weight in his belly pulling him back.
He looked down at his body and his breath hitched as he noticed the small bulge on his otherwise flat belly.
Before he could freak out Yuu’s big hand was there, long fingers resting against the bump. His touch felt comforting, even with everything.
“It’s the eggs,” he said, stroking his stretched skin. Kouyou frowned.
“Eggs?” The Sayarans didn’t look like birds. Or lizards.
Yuu nuzzled the back of his head.
“Yes. They are already growing.”
Maybe he felt the way Kouyou stiffened, because the thought of giving birth to not just one, but multiple babies was. Well, terrifying.
“It is alright, my little human. They won’t grow too big before they leave you. Then they will be cared for by my people for two human years before they are born.”
Oh.
“Could you… define not big?” he asked just for good measure. He probably should have done some research.
Yuu chuckled.
“A bit bigger than one of you chicken eggs,” he said, kissing the top of his head. “And I shall be with you the whole way…”
He paused a bit, taking hold of Kouyou’s hand and squeezing his fingers gently.
“And after that too, if you want me.”
Kouyou closed his eyes. He felt tired, but he wasn’t scared anymore. He squeezed back and snuggled closer.
“I will keep you to that.”