The Dream of the Worm
Title: The Dream of the Worm
Chapters: 1/1 (2?)
Author: xlovelesslukax
Genre: Macabre, Horror, Eroguro
Warnings: Monsters, parasitism,
Rating: R
Band: Nega/ネガ
Pairings/Characters: SAN/Yu
1For many days now, SAN had gone missing in the evening and had started arriving to practice later and later. There had been some worries about what he was up to - but when asked he had insisted he had just been unusually tired lately and gotten exhausted early and slept a lot. In his drunken stupor Jin shrugged it all off with little contemplation, even when he found a strange looking milkshake in SAN’s handbag.
“What is this?” he had asked and held it up, inspecting it. Into the container a red straw was fixed, and it felt strange to the touch, heavy, quite viscous, maybe slimy.
“Nothing,” SAN said abruptly and took the milkshake from Jin’s curious hands, putting it down again in the bag. “It’s just some drink. It’s old now. I’ll throw it later.”
Jin thought nothing more of the strange event, even going so far as to forget SAN’s rather suspicious and eccentric behaviour a mere hour later.
2 Yu suspected something. There was something SAN was doing that he did not want the other band members to know about, and Yu was slightly worried. If SAN’s story was true, it would appear that he was sick. One afternoon as SAN was about to leave early, Yu decided to follow him. Curious as he was, the first part of their journey presented no difficulty, for Yu knew that SAN would walk from the Under Code headquarters towards Noda Station.
Well there, SAN took a train in the wrong direction - he wasn’t going home at all. Yu entered another carriage, from where he could see the outline of SAN’s blue hair from the back. He could see SAN drinking from his milkshake and appearing to be a bit excited; he was apparently having some difficulty sitting still.
The train stopped at Osaka station, but SAN remained seated; though he departed at the next station - Shin-Osaka - which was the main station at which the high-speed trains stopped. It was also the location by which what in the Netherlands would have been considered a Red Light district; a “love district”. Seedy neon-signs and dingy advertisement posters for illicit things everywhere, a buzz of respectable looking businessmen with sins of flesh in their repressed eyes moving around like teeming ants; hotels charging hourly rates for rooms to be used for god knows what kind of perverse things, dark narrow back streets and depraved eccentrics everywhere - and exiting from the train station, SAN headed right for this place, putting as he did his milkshake in his bag again.
Yu kept his distance - keeping his eyes on SAN wasn’t very hard despite the tumultuous place and fast pace of travellers in this vile neighbourhood of societal corruption, his blue hair stood out quite a bit - and SAN eventually turned in onto a smaller side street, entering a small inconspicuous door above which sat a sign presenting a profane name not even hiding its explicit nature in innuendo.
3Yu paused outside the door, and tried to peer inside; but something had been placed over the glass window on the door to make this impossible. He was unsure whether he wanted to go inside. SAN might seem him, and most importantly, he was scared of what sort of thing would go inside a seedy place with a name such as FILTHY COCK SUCKING MALE MAIDS CAFÉ. Who knew what sort of perverse debauchery went on in there?
Yet - maybe that was just some fake front to scare people off? Or would that scare people off at all? Yu felt unsure. After maybe fifteen minutes, during which he saw no one leave or enter the place - he resolved to investigate further. Opening the door, he was first greeted by a narrow set of steps down into a dark basement. Going inside and down the stairs, he entered into a corridor with raw concrete walls lined with various utility lines, water, electricity, so on; at the end of the corridor, which was in no way dirty, though rather scary as it was lit by a lone blue lamp next to a second door, onto which a paper was taped, again proclaiming the name of this “establishment”.
Not sure what to expect, Yu opened the door and was greeted by something far less disturbing than what he had expected. The place looked like an ordinary café; nice wooden flooring, clean walls, bright lights, nice-looking tables and comfortable-looking soft seating. He saw three or four customers sitting at various tables, sipping coffee or having tea and some exquisite pastries. He could see no staff anywhere at the moment. Looking around he could also not find SAN anywhere. Where was SAN?
One of the visitors to the place was done with his coffee and left, looking at his watch as he with long determined steps rushed out of the place. One of the office drones. The place seemed relaxed, so Yu sat down at the table that had just been left empty and waited for someone to start taking his orders.
It was then that he became aware of movements unexpected, under the table, for someone was decidedly trying to get his pants to unzip and touching his private parts in ways which could only possess a hint of the sexual. Caught by surprise as though he was, he was unsure on how to handle the situation, and let whoever it was continue, managing quickly to get his penis out of the underwear, and soon it was wet with the saliva of someone unknown, which by some queer twist of the insane indeed had Yu quite aroused; nonetheless, the arousal was not enough to stop his curiosity, and he brushed aside the table cloth that hid whoever it was from view.
His eyes grew big as he saw that it was no one other than SAN sitting there with his well-formed face and curious looking round eyes, though in seconds his face was flush with the redness of a ripe tomato and his eyes indicating paralysing panic.
“SAN!?” Yu said out loud, almost shouting.
SAN was on his way to pull back and say something, but Yu quickly put his hands around SAN’s head and pulled it forward, inching his length further into his mouth. He could feel SAN’s tongue struggling to reorganise and a few strange noises were let out as he was trying to speak, but Yu would have none of that now. Yu had always had a thing for SAN in secret, and he would not waste a chance for some intimacy, even if that intimacy was in a setting that was a bit unusual and unsettling. Eventually SAN seemed to come to terms with what was going on and resumed his well-mannered handling.
Eventually Yu was approaching climax, at which he rather abruptly brought his now fully engorged limb out of SAN’s cute mouth, brushing it as he did against his lovely supple lips.
“Not now”, he said. “Give me something to drink.”
“This isn’t something I do often-“ SAN started, but was soon interrupted.
“-Aren’t you supposed to get me a drink if I now ask for one? Save your explanations and excuses for when I tell the others about what you’ve been doing, ditching band practice for this sort of thing.”
“You can’t tell them!” SAN said desperately, and Yu could see the fear in his eyes. “If word of this comes out… it mustn’t come out, please Yu, don’t tell them. And you know, how good can it look that you were at this place and well… I sucked your cock, what would they think of that?”
Yu was befuddled by the last proposal and he realised that indeed he was himself in a bit of a dire situation.
“Maybe I’ll tell the others, and KISAKI, about finding you here…” SAN continued.
It was now Yu’s turn to blush, like how a cuttlefish can quickly change its colour dramatically. “But I just followed you here, wondering where you’ve been going all the time those last weeks…”
“I won’t tell if you can help me with something. It’s not really as easy as it seems. I just don’t go here for the joy of it, I have to. It’s like an itch you can’t keep your fingers away from, and beside, if I didn’t, I’d die.”
Die. Did he say die, Yu wondered for himself perplexedly. For a while he didn’t know what else to say, he was totally dumbfounded. But the discussion had to go on.
“Die? Why will you die?”
“I can’t explain it right now. Will you help me?”
After a while, Yu simply nodded.
4SAN had taken off his underwear, and upon Yu’s request, put on one of his older band costumes that Yu always had quite a thing for; that black and white dress, it had always done a trick on his dick whenever he saw it. And now, in a secluded room in the cellar, behind the official quarters of the “café”, he would have to help SAN with something. SAN had not explained what was to be done, but he had brought out a funnel from his handbag. One of those cheap plastic things you get for the sake of shifting whatever liquid you want from one container to the other.
Yu didn’t ask what it was for. Mostly because he was rather enjoying the situation, and he suspected hopefully he would soon get a chance to have his way with SAN, and the thought alone made his penis twitch hungrily like a spastic child. SAN brought out another thing from his hand bag - it was that milkshake with the straw sticking out of it - and handed it to Yu. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to.
SAN got on the floor, back down and stretched his legs up. Yu, holding the funnel and the milkshake and a bottle of lubrication, kneeled down next to him, looking at that wonderful rear now clearly visible.
SAN didn’t need to say a word; Yu put some lubricant on the funnel and slowly and gently inserted it into the opening; then, removing the cover from the milkshake bottle he slowly begun tipping it over and watched the content, white-grey with hints of yellow here and there, dripping slimily and then slowly making its way into SAN’s back door. Soon his butt had swallowed all of it.
When the milkshake container was empty, Yu threw it and the funnel aside on the floor next to them. He wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but SAN was now on all fours and he wriggled his bottom invitingly; already erect and all he proceeded to put it into SAN’s warm coveted cavity with a few gentle thrusts, SAN grasping for air and letting out quiet but cute sounds of pleasure that only increased his excitement.
“You must…”- he gasped, “come inside”- and before long Yu didn’t need to move much at all; as SAN excitedly did all moves necessary.
It took maybe seven or eight minutes before Yu ejaculated and sent fresh warm semen into SAN’s rectum; though it felt much longer. SAN was breathing heavily but didn’t seem particularly exhausted - it wasn’t really like in movies where they always fall asleep afterwards and wake up to have a cigarette a few hours later - so he moved over to his handbag and brought out a magnificent black butt plug.
“Plug me up,” he said naughtily, “it mustn’t leak out.”
Yu did as had been suggested and slowly inserted that black shiny smooth piston into SAN’s rear, making sure as much as possible that it was tight and none of the semen inside would leak out, well, not much of it anyway. He patted SAN’s buttocks when he was done, and SAN proceeded to put his underwear back on.
“Thanks”, SAN finally said as he was wiped off a few stains of semen on his legs with a small handkerchief. “I’m sorry about this…”
“Don’t worry.” It was the only thing Yu could think of to say. His mind was off somewhere, dancing mindlessly in ecstatic kingdoms and royal gardens he had never seen before, where flowers grew twenty feet tall and each petal had a different colour. He could not believe what he had just experienced, was that real? Had he fucked SAN?
SAN kissed him briefly on his lips before he walked on out, but he hardly noticed.
5It was later that very same day and Yu had not fully recovered from the perverse escapades, sitting at the Under Code office, where if one turned to the window one could see a large warehouse complex and the river just beyond, and beyond that the myriad of buildings of central Osaka, reading some stupid magazine he picked up from the table next to the sofa. He was thinking of going home, reading a book, going to bed, petting his cats… and making love to SAN. He was brutally brought back from his dream world of wondrous experiences as Jin and Ray came out from another room and loudly asked where he went today, had he also caught that strange sleeping disease that SAN had been stricken with?
The clicking sound of the elevator door opening signal was heard, and SAN walked in. Yu wanted to ask where he had been since he left, but didn’t bother. SAN looked was fine as ever.
“SAN!” Jin shouted, “There you are! I haven’t seen you for so long; you must come out and drink with me and Ray today, it’s been well over a month since last!”
SAN opened his mouth to reply, but something caught him by surprise. A rumbling was heard, a rumbling soon determined to be coming from SAN’s belly or that general region, and mere seconds later the butt plug came out - though only Yu knew that - but that wasn’t the end to it all. None of the semen came out.
But SAN’s underwear was soon shredded by the rapacious jaws of some repugnant monstrosity; it was long and slender and divided into segments like a centipede, but it had no legs, like a caecilian. It was long and gigantic and SAN was none too pleased with the sensation of that disgusting thing wriggling its way out of his anal passage; it was blue with white stripes in the area around the joints of the segments; Ray and Jin must have thought they were already drinking, or they were already drunk, for they begun laughing uncontrollably at this sight - or perhaps, Yu thought in passing, that was just how they dealt with the insane vision their eyes reflected -
Finally, the thing was all outside and crawled along the floor with great speed. It was at least 2.5 meter long and over three centimetres across, like a malicious and carnivorous (semen-eating in actuality, Yu’s mind imparted) tapeworm. It made its way with malign intent to the elevator, which closed soon thereafter as someone on another floor had pressed the call button.
Luckily, Yu was the only other person in the room apart from Jin and Ray, who had stopped laughing and now simply looked like they had lost touch with reality, their jaws hanging lax and their eyes blank with the stare of confusion. Yu walked up to SAN and wrapped his arms around him, and SAN begun to cry.