fic: Deja Vu Has Nothing on Us
Fandom: High School Musical
Pairing: Ryan/Chad
Rating: very hard R possible NC-17
Word Count: 1,044
Spoilers: for MIB, but it’s been 14 years…so.
Warnings: Dub-con: tentacle sex pollen. No, seriously. This is a really messed up fic. There isn’t a happy ending, either.
A/N: Men In Black AU. Quick beta by saekokato, because she's awesome. Fills my au_bingo square for aliens.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Disney and Ortega.
Disclaimer 2: I do not condone the use of any conjugation of the verb “to get” in place of any conjugation of the verb “to be.”
Summary: Chad’s late for his graveyard shift. Stupid 37 hour days.
Déjà Vu Has Nothing on Us
Things are insane when Chad shows up for his graveyard shift. People and other things are scurrying around, and it’s surprising that there are no collisions. Except that thing from the Orion nebula, but there’s no collision as such, it just materializes through a person.
Chad takes a deep breath and straightens the lapels of his suit.
“Agent D!”
Chad looks up to see Fulton motioning Chad into his office. Chad can see inconvenience in his future. Major inconvenience. And maybe a migraine.
Fulton closes the door behind Chad. “You have been chosen for a special assignment.”
Chad narrows his eyes suspiciously, but he says nothing. Troy is the one who is usually given the special assignments. He is the department’s golden boy. Chad is usually there to clean up messes left behind by others. He is low on the pecking order.
“There is royalty coming,” Fulton announces. “The higher ups have sent the owners of this affair to see what type of work we are producing.”
“I thought this was a freelance agency,” Chad says before he can stop himself.
Fulton feigns a laugh.
Chad frowns harder. Great. He is going to be stuck showing around alien royalty to make sure that they could see how competent everyone is with their jobs.
“When do they arrive?” Chad asks.
“They’ve been waiting for you for the past hour,” Fulton says sharply.
“It’s the middle of the night,” Chad protests.
“It’s the middle of the morning for them,” Fulton says.
“Where are they from?” Chad asks.
“They landed in Mumbai,” Fulton says. “But before that, the Sagittarius Arm.” He hands Chad a file folder. “Here’s their file. They’re in the break room.”
Chad stares at the file in his hand for a moment.
“Now, D!” Fulton barks.
-
There’s a woman and a man. The royals were given blond Skins. They’re pretty attractive Skins, too. Before this job, Chad never would have guessed they were aliens.
“We’ve been waiting far too long,” the woman says impatiently.
“I apologize,” Chad says. “I’m Agent D, and I’ll be showing you around.”
“She needs to use the facilities,” the man explains. “It was a long flight.”
“Oh,” Chad says. “Down the hall to the right.”
The woman hurried out of the room.
“So,” Chad says inanely. “How often are you in this part of the galaxy?”
The man raises an eyebrow. “Enough to know your customs. On Earth, I go by the name Ryan.”
“Ryan,” Chad repeats.
He doesn’t have a chance to say much else. The quarantine alarm blasts, and the doors seal shut.
“Shit,” Chad breathes out. This is not what he needs, not when he needs to show around benefactors. Royal benefactors.
-
The next thing Chad’s aware of is how desperate he is for release. This is followed by the awareness of several pairs of hands roaming over his body. It’s quite pleasant, but he’s painfully hard: pleasant doesn’t cut it for him.
He’s still in the break room, and Ryan’s still with him. Ryan’s also the one with multiple pairs of hands. However, when Chad’s vision clears, he notes that they’re not hands: they’re squid-like tentacles. But he really doesn’t care. He needs.
Ryan seems pretty into it. Chad’s mildly thankful that his clothing is still on, but now… now they need to come off. He’s not going to come in his work-issue suit.
The tentacles worm their way under Chad’s clothing, and Chad helps in the removal. He’s not sure how it happens, but his clothing forms a pile on the floor, and Ryan’s tentacles go to where Chad wants them.
There’s a soft suction from each tentacle, and Chad enjoys how they’re rough against his skin, pulling at it, bruising him.
Ryan’s true hands grasp at Chad’s shoulders, digging his fingers into Chad’s shoulder blades. Ryan’s mouth his hot on Chad’s neck, and every so often Chad can feel the soft scrape of teeth.
A tentacle wraps around Chad’s waist and another slides down between his cheeks. There’s another toying with his navel. His body is taut with excitement and every so often his hips snap. Chad can’t hear anything over his breathing. He’s practically hyperventilating as he squirms in Ryan’s tentacles.
“Fuck please,” Chad whines. He’s not sure what he’s asking for, but he’s convinced Ryan can give it to him. Chad’s cock leaks, smearing over Ryan’s Skin. But there’s not enough friction.
There’s some sort of mucus secretion that Chad doesn’t think about too deeply, and each tentacle is able to slide father down, deeper. There’s slickness everywhere, some of it is human, some isn’t, but it’s all good. A tentacle wriggles until it’s able to penetrate, and it’s still not enough. Chad’s never needed something so urgently.
Chad pushes against it, wanting more. There is no such thing as enough. He’s vaguely aware of the wanton noises he’s making; he’s even more vaguely aware that Ryan’s not making a sound as he works meticulously. Chad can feel his senses returning. He hadn’t known he’d lost them. However, he’s so far gone in his own arousal that those senses hardly matter.
Chad ends up shooting the moment the tentacle in him hits home, caressing. Chad nearly blacks out. He’s come harder before, and he’s pretty sure it’s something else that makes his vision spotty.
Ryan makes strange sounds and all the tentacles twist over and in Chad’s body. Chad wonders if it’s Ryan’s version of release. He wonders if it’s rude to ask.
The tentacles retract, and after a moment, Chad can’t tell where on Ryan’s body they came from.
Ryan helps Chad dress himself. Chad’s still a bit out of it.
“Does this happen often?” Ryan asks. His Skin looks only slightly disheveled.
“Not really,” Chad answers. “At least not while I’m at the office.”
“That’s good that you don’t remember,” Ryan says. He holds something in front of Chad’s face. Chad realizes what it is a moment too late. “I’m sorry.”
Chad lunges for his suit pocket where he keeps his glasses, but Ryan is already putting them on.
Chad makes a last ditch attempt to preserve his memories and dives for Ryan. The light blinds him before he’s able to take back his Neuralyzer.
End.
Pairing: Ryan/Chad
Rating: very hard R possible NC-17
Word Count: 1,044
Spoilers: for MIB, but it’s been 14 years…so.
Warnings: Dub-con: tentacle sex pollen. No, seriously. This is a really messed up fic. There isn’t a happy ending, either.
A/N: Men In Black AU. Quick beta by saekokato, because she's awesome. Fills my au_bingo square for aliens.
Disclaimer: Belongs to Disney and Ortega.
Disclaimer 2: I do not condone the use of any conjugation of the verb “to get” in place of any conjugation of the verb “to be.”
Summary: Chad’s late for his graveyard shift. Stupid 37 hour days.
Déjà Vu Has Nothing on Us
Things are insane when Chad shows up for his graveyard shift. People and other things are scurrying around, and it’s surprising that there are no collisions. Except that thing from the Orion nebula, but there’s no collision as such, it just materializes through a person.
Chad takes a deep breath and straightens the lapels of his suit.
“Agent D!”
Chad looks up to see Fulton motioning Chad into his office. Chad can see inconvenience in his future. Major inconvenience. And maybe a migraine.
Fulton closes the door behind Chad. “You have been chosen for a special assignment.”
Chad narrows his eyes suspiciously, but he says nothing. Troy is the one who is usually given the special assignments. He is the department’s golden boy. Chad is usually there to clean up messes left behind by others. He is low on the pecking order.
“There is royalty coming,” Fulton announces. “The higher ups have sent the owners of this affair to see what type of work we are producing.”
“I thought this was a freelance agency,” Chad says before he can stop himself.
Fulton feigns a laugh.
Chad frowns harder. Great. He is going to be stuck showing around alien royalty to make sure that they could see how competent everyone is with their jobs.
“When do they arrive?” Chad asks.
“They’ve been waiting for you for the past hour,” Fulton says sharply.
“It’s the middle of the night,” Chad protests.
“It’s the middle of the morning for them,” Fulton says.
“Where are they from?” Chad asks.
“They landed in Mumbai,” Fulton says. “But before that, the Sagittarius Arm.” He hands Chad a file folder. “Here’s their file. They’re in the break room.”
Chad stares at the file in his hand for a moment.
“Now, D!” Fulton barks.
-
There’s a woman and a man. The royals were given blond Skins. They’re pretty attractive Skins, too. Before this job, Chad never would have guessed they were aliens.
“We’ve been waiting far too long,” the woman says impatiently.
“I apologize,” Chad says. “I’m Agent D, and I’ll be showing you around.”
“She needs to use the facilities,” the man explains. “It was a long flight.”
“Oh,” Chad says. “Down the hall to the right.”
The woman hurried out of the room.
“So,” Chad says inanely. “How often are you in this part of the galaxy?”
The man raises an eyebrow. “Enough to know your customs. On Earth, I go by the name Ryan.”
“Ryan,” Chad repeats.
He doesn’t have a chance to say much else. The quarantine alarm blasts, and the doors seal shut.
“Shit,” Chad breathes out. This is not what he needs, not when he needs to show around benefactors. Royal benefactors.
-
The next thing Chad’s aware of is how desperate he is for release. This is followed by the awareness of several pairs of hands roaming over his body. It’s quite pleasant, but he’s painfully hard: pleasant doesn’t cut it for him.
He’s still in the break room, and Ryan’s still with him. Ryan’s also the one with multiple pairs of hands. However, when Chad’s vision clears, he notes that they’re not hands: they’re squid-like tentacles. But he really doesn’t care. He needs.
Ryan seems pretty into it. Chad’s mildly thankful that his clothing is still on, but now… now they need to come off. He’s not going to come in his work-issue suit.
The tentacles worm their way under Chad’s clothing, and Chad helps in the removal. He’s not sure how it happens, but his clothing forms a pile on the floor, and Ryan’s tentacles go to where Chad wants them.
There’s a soft suction from each tentacle, and Chad enjoys how they’re rough against his skin, pulling at it, bruising him.
Ryan’s true hands grasp at Chad’s shoulders, digging his fingers into Chad’s shoulder blades. Ryan’s mouth his hot on Chad’s neck, and every so often Chad can feel the soft scrape of teeth.
A tentacle wraps around Chad’s waist and another slides down between his cheeks. There’s another toying with his navel. His body is taut with excitement and every so often his hips snap. Chad can’t hear anything over his breathing. He’s practically hyperventilating as he squirms in Ryan’s tentacles.
“Fuck please,” Chad whines. He’s not sure what he’s asking for, but he’s convinced Ryan can give it to him. Chad’s cock leaks, smearing over Ryan’s Skin. But there’s not enough friction.
There’s some sort of mucus secretion that Chad doesn’t think about too deeply, and each tentacle is able to slide father down, deeper. There’s slickness everywhere, some of it is human, some isn’t, but it’s all good. A tentacle wriggles until it’s able to penetrate, and it’s still not enough. Chad’s never needed something so urgently.
Chad pushes against it, wanting more. There is no such thing as enough. He’s vaguely aware of the wanton noises he’s making; he’s even more vaguely aware that Ryan’s not making a sound as he works meticulously. Chad can feel his senses returning. He hadn’t known he’d lost them. However, he’s so far gone in his own arousal that those senses hardly matter.
Chad ends up shooting the moment the tentacle in him hits home, caressing. Chad nearly blacks out. He’s come harder before, and he’s pretty sure it’s something else that makes his vision spotty.
Ryan makes strange sounds and all the tentacles twist over and in Chad’s body. Chad wonders if it’s Ryan’s version of release. He wonders if it’s rude to ask.
The tentacles retract, and after a moment, Chad can’t tell where on Ryan’s body they came from.
Ryan helps Chad dress himself. Chad’s still a bit out of it.
“Does this happen often?” Ryan asks. His Skin looks only slightly disheveled.
“Not really,” Chad answers. “At least not while I’m at the office.”
“That’s good that you don’t remember,” Ryan says. He holds something in front of Chad’s face. Chad realizes what it is a moment too late. “I’m sorry.”
Chad lunges for his suit pocket where he keeps his glasses, but Ryan is already putting them on.
Chad makes a last ditch attempt to preserve his memories and dives for Ryan. The light blinds him before he’s able to take back his Neuralyzer.
End.