❀ touch me all silent; for EVERYONE
author: caterplina
for: EVERYONE
title: Touch Me All Silent
rating: NC-17
length: ~4.5k
summary: The passenger Kyungsoo accepts to transport comes with a few surprises.
warnings: minor mentions of war and killings (I’m sorry), heat sex, humanoid alien species, unbetaed
notes: I hope you enjoy this story, even if I seem to have deviated a bit from the prompt. I liked writing it. I might expand it later, since I have a few ideas that I couldn’t develop here.!
Touch Me All Silent
When Chanyeol steps into the platform where Kyungsoo is waiting for him, he’s followed by a cloaked figure, almost as tall as him. Chanyeol stops in front of Kyungsoo and greets him cheerfully, a handshake and wide grin on his face. Whoever Kyungsoo is supposed to transport on his ship is still hidden beneath the black cloak and says nothing.
“This is Sehun,” Chanyeol introduces his new passenger, voice booming as if he had one of those old Earth’s megaphones.
“Welcome to Sophie. I’m the captain and only crew member.” Kyungsoo chuckles nervously and extends his hand for the stranger to shake. But Sehun only bows a little. “Uhm… well,” Kyungsoo retreats his hand and rubs it on his pants.
“Don’t be shy, Sehun.” Chanyeol slaps Sehun’s back, pushing him forward.
“I’m not-” Sehun stops himself. He has a soft breathy voice. “Nice to meet you, Captain Kyungsoo,” he says.
Pale hands with long, skinny fingers show from under the cloak and reach the hood that’s still covering the face. There’s a second of hesitation when the fingers clasp the fabric but stay there. Kyungsoo notices the way Sehun takes a deep breath right before pushing down his cloak. Beneath all that black, there’s pale skin and short lilac hair. Sehun blinks slowly like his eyelids are heavy, because they are. Kyungsoo knows that. Yemibians don’t blink as much as humans. When Sehun’s eyes are open again, Kyungsoo is being stared straight at by two deep purple irises that can’t hide Sehun’s fear.
Kyungsoo can’t stop himself from gasping and sees how the action makes Sehun recoil. Chanyeol’s arm is behind the yemibian holding him in place.
“Chanyeol…” There’s a warning and a complain in Kyungsoo’s voice
“He needs transport. Please.” When Kyungsoo looks at his friend, Chanyeol is pleading him with his eyes. Another human like Kyungsoo, but this one is asking him to help a yemibian.
The look on Sehun’s face is what makes Kyungsoo nods slowly. “Fine,” he mutters. “Why me, though?” He asks Chanyeol, eyes never leaving Sehun, who’s gnawing on his lip.
“I can trust you on this one.”
It’s a very strong statement that’s based on the time when they blasted their guns side by side during the Tadmor War. Kyungsoo sighs.
“Sehun…” The yemibian, who was looking down at his own hands, looks up at Kyungsoo. “Are you okay with traveling with me?”
Sehun takes a few moments to speak. “Are you okay with it?” And it’s hard to answer to that. Kyungsoo understands what he’s feeling.
“We can be civilized, can’t we?” He tries to smile, but it works only on one side. Sehun nods and lowers his head again.
“Well, that settles it.” Chanyeol claps, startling everybody.
The platform is empty of humans and other beings. It will become more active soon when some of the few scattered ships either turn their engines or the mechanics come to fix the rest.
Kyungsoo nods at Chanyeol, and gestures at Sehun to step inside the ship. His friend waves and walks backwards to clear the way.
“Thank you, Chanyeol,” Sehun whispers before walking inside Sophie.
“No problem!” Chanyeol shouts. “Come visit sometime!”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “You’re too loud,” he mumbles, closing the door of the ship before his friend can say anything.
Sehun is waiting for him inside. Somehow, now that Kyungsoo watches him more closely, Sehun seems like he’s being swallowed by the cloak. It makes him look younger, and Kyungsoo wonders how much he has lived, how much he knows. The caution in each of Sehun’s actions could have been taught and not necessarily a consequence of experiences he’s lived.
Sehun clears his throat, and Kyungsoo realizes he’s been staring, probably making Sehun more uncomfortable than he already was.
“Sorry. Follow me,” he says. He guides him from the control room to the stairs to one of the upper rooms. “It’s not much. Sophie is just a small ship,” he explains rubbing his sweaty palms while Sehun nods, his head almost touching the ceiling. His eyes swift from the bed to the floor to the door. “That’s the bathroom. There’s only one and my room’s on the other side. See the lightbulb above? It turns red when the bathroom is occupied.” Sehun is silent, seemingly taking in all the information. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Sehun is about to unbutton his cloak when he stops and looks at him. Kyungsoo hastily apologizes and retreats. The metal stairs creak under his feet as he steps down. The control room is waiting for him to start the ship and the journey.
xXx
“When do we eat?” comes a soft, breathy voice that startles Kyungsoo. He’s been so focused on the stars ahead of him that he’d forgotten he had a passenger. “Sorry,” Sehun apologizes.
“Oh, soon. Did you have a meal back at the base?” Kyungsoo turns to look at the yemibian. Sehun seems a bit awkward standing there. At least, he’s no longer wearing the cloak. He’s got a long white robe and black pants. “You can sit here.” Kyungsoo gestures at the seat by his side.
Sehun moves in a slow and careful way; he doesn’t lift his feet until the other one is well set on the floor. His hands, when they’re not linked in front of him, extend their fingers, that run alongside the control desk. Yemibians learn more through touch than sight.
When Sehun sits down by his side, there’s a moment of total silence, except for Sophie’s engine. Kyungsoo’s used to traveling on his own, so small talk is not one of his strong skills.
“I’m sorry that Chanyeol didn’t tell you,” Sehun murmurs. “He promised me the captain would be okay with me.”
Kyungsoo remembers his reaction. “I was just shocked.” The worry in Sehun’s voice seems genuine, so Kyungsoo chooses not to tell him how he felt a punch in his gut after seeing a yemibian for the first time in years.
“I understand. Again, I’m sorry.”
From the corner of his eye, Kyungsoo looks at his passenger’s profile. The lights of the room make his cheekbones stand out. Just like the rest of Sehun’s body, his face is long, ending in a pointy chin. They’re stunning, one of the soldiers had said. Kyungsoo agrees with the man now.
Suddenly, Sehun turns to him with a curious tilt of his head, startling Kyungsoo whose hands tighten on the ship’s wheel and eyes focus back on the stars.
When he casts another glance at his new companion, Sehun is still looking at him. “What?” He croaks. It sounds rude and it wasn’t his intention. But it makes Sehun curl a bit into himself. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “We keep apologizing.” Maybe making up for their past.
xXx
After two days of barely seeing Sehun who keeps himself locked in his room until it’s time to eat, Kyungsoo is startled to find him in the control room when he comes back from checking the engine.
“Is everything okay?” Sehun says. His soft, breathy voice is so uncommon to hear that it becomes a nice change for Kyungsoo’s ears.
“Yeah. One of the pipes got loose. That caused the loud noise we’ve just heard. I fixed it now,” Kyungsoo assures him.
The yemibian seems to still be unsure, pulling his upper lip into his mouth. Sehun’s got a small mouth with thin lips. Kyungsoo blinks when he realizes he’s staring. So, he walks past him to go back to his post. When he passes by, he sees Sehun’s nostrils flare and his eyelids close slowly. It makes Kyungsoo hurry back to the wheel.
As soon as he’s sitting down, he hears rushed footsteps clanking on metal. Sehun loudly closes the door to his room.
Sehun never disturbs; he seems intent on becoming invisible. His steps would be silent if it weren’t for the creaking floors and stairs. He only leaves his room to have a meal. It’s pulling Kyungsoo’s heart to be sympathetic and forget he’s a yemibian. It’s hard to, though. When he catches Sehun’s purple eyes staring at him, or the way he moves.
Kyungsoo doesn’t have a blaster on him at all times. The only time he did, it was hooked on his belt back when they left Chanyeol’s planet. He forgot he had it until Sehun quietly gasped when Kyungsoo stood up to reach a button on the ceiling. The yemibian’s eyes were locked on it. Then, Kyungsoo removed it from his belt and placed it inside a drawer on the desktop.
Yemibians are agile and swift fighters. They just weren’t ready for human weapons.
Kyungsoo pats his pants, where the blaster should be. He feels vulnerable without it. But Sehun’s relieved face proved him it was a wise decision.
His mind occupied by Sehun’s behavior makes time pass quickly, and Kyungsoo’s bladder asks for a break. He hurries upstairs, trying not to make too much noise in case Sehun’s asleep, or if he simply enjoys tranquility. When he reaches his room, he sees the red light above the door to the bathroom. He groans, plopping down on his bed, trying to hold in his pee.
With his cheek on the pillow, he’s got one ear paying attention to the sound coming from the bathroom. The shower’s running. He doesn’t know how long he’ll have to wait. The shower’s running. He pushes himself up on his arms when he remembers that Sehun’s already showered today. He wonders if maybe yemibians need to bathe more often, or if they need more water than humans in general. When Kyungsoo was in Tadmor, he noticed that most of the population lived close to bodies of water.
He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, when the shower stops and, after a few minutes, the red light turns off.
xXx
When they have their meals, there’s a bit of small talk. Dinner the next day is as usual; Kyungsoo telling Sehun a bit about their route, Sehun telling him about Chanyeol’s new life without Kyungsoo, both of them commenting on the food, which is nothing special.
Sehun looks a little flushed, with his eyes down, not even looking at Kyungsoo. While Kyungsoo picks up his chopsticks, Sehun blows on the heated food in front of him, until he can start eating it with his hands. He picks a bit of meat and a bit of rice and brings it to his mouth, carefully. It’s fascinating for Kyungsoo to see the way yemibians eat. He didn’t get to see that during the war.
“What?” Sehun asks, fingers inside his mouth as he licks them clean after having swallowed. “Chanyeol’s tried to teach me how to hold the chopsticks.” He shrugs.
“Oh, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
Sehun raises an eyebrow at him. “You don’t mind what? The way I eat or having a yemibian in front of you?” There’s the insecurity again.
“I swear I don’t mind, Sehun.” Kyungsoo stares straight at him.
Sehun’s purple eyes stay focused on him, possibly looking for a lie on his face. When he finds none, he blinks. Another fascinating thing. When he opens his eyes again, he has a different look. “Did you- did you fight…?” He bites his upper lip. “How did you meet Chanyeol?”
Kyungsoo knows what he wants to ask. “I fought in Tadmor.” He sees Sehun’s hand drop the rice back on his plate. “I was young when the war started, but when I became of age, I was sent to fight in the last months. I met Chanyeol there.”
“Did you…?” His eyes move from Kyungsoo’s face to the drawer in the control desktop.
“I’m so sorry, Sehun.” Kyungsoo’s voice is lower. “I killed…” He can’t even continue the sentence. The confession settles between them in silence.
“Chanyeol told me you could be trusted. Was he right?” There’s apprehension in Sehun’s eyes.
“He’s right.” Kyungsoo runs his hand through his now longer hair, he never cut it short after he left the military. “Both of us got out as soon as we could. After we-”, won the war, is what he was taught to say,- “after the war was over, we got out.”
“Good,” Sehun whispers quietly.
“What about you?”
Sehun shakes his head. “I was too young. And my mother took my little brother and me away. She flew us out of the planet before it was too late.” He sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I’m actually on my way to see my brother. We’ve all scattered around the universe.” The surviving yemibians are spread around, but there are only a few of them, and mostly hidden from sight. “We found ways to survive.”
“I’m so sorry.” Kyungsoo will keep apologizing until his words can prove that he means it.
“It’s not your fault. I’ve grown to accept it. War was decided not by soldiers like you.” Sehun seems a lot more mature, even if his boyish face and lilac hair work hard to hide it. “Chanyeol was a big help for me to see things differently.”
“I can assure you, like Chanyeol, I don’t let commands dictate how I should feel about someone anymore.” The grateful smile he gets from Sehun makes Kyungsoo’s heart flutter.
“Thank you.” Sehun lifts up his glass to drink some more, but then brings it back down. “Where’s the water?” He looks at the fridge.
Kyungsoo takes his glass and pours him some fresh water before handing it back. There’s an instant when their fingers brush. The contact makes Sehun shudder, and the glass almost falls to the floor, but Kyungsoo catches it in time. Water’s spilled on Sehun’s hand. Kyungsoo grabs a cloth to dry it, but when he tries to touch Sehun, the yemibian pulls back his hand.
“Sorry.” Sehun reaches for the cloth and dries it himself. He looks down; his cheeks look flushed. When he’s done, he takes the glass and drinks it all up at once.
Kyungsoo gapes at him, wondering how he doesn’t choke drinking like that. “It’s okay.”
When Sehun does look up, his eyes are a little darker. Kyungsoo sits back down in front of him. Their food is all cold now; and it makes Kyungsoo realize that this is the most he’s heard Sehun talk. Sehun tries to keep on eating, but he seems to have trouble holding the food.
“Are you okay?”
Sehun looks up at him surprised. “I’m… I’m gonna rest. I must be tired,” he says before he rushes upstairs, leaving Kyungsoo alone and confused.
After finishing his rice, Kyungsoo picks up his empty tray of pre-packed meal and throws it. Sehun’s half eaten, so he decides to put it in the fridge, just in case he wants to keep eating it later. When he walks around the table, he notices something wet on the chair. It could be water but it doesn’t seem liquid. Kyungsoo picks up the cloth and wipes it off.
xXx
The route is clear after having found an unexpected group of asteroids when passing by Dagon. Kyungsoo sighs in relief. Sophie shook hard for a while, but she managed to escape. Kyungsoo checks the route is set again, and clear, most of all. Everything is in order again. He wipes his forehead and with his other hand he pats the desktop.
“Thank you.” He never forgets to thank Sophie after moments like this.
He, then, goes to check on Sehun, hoping the yemibian has kept himself safe during the attack. He goes through his own room and the bathroom. After a few seconds of indecision, he knocks on the door.
“Sehun?” He calls. Silence. “Are you okay?”
“Ye- yeah.” A cough. “‘M fine.” His voice sounds strained, as if he were holding something, or himself.
“You sure? Did you get hurt?” Sehun seems like someone who’d take care of himself on his own without a problem. But there's something pulling Kyungsoo to worry for the yemibian.
“Yeah…” Rustling of clothing first and the door opens. Sehun is half hidden behind it. He’s flushed and sweaty. His eyes that can usually focus perfectly on Kyungsoo are now a bit shaky, the black pupils surrounded by purple are turned into slits.
“Do you have a fever?” Kyungsoo steps forward with his arm up to check his forehead, even if he doesn't know if yemibians can get fever.
“No!” Sehun steps out of reach and lets go of the door. Kyungsoo notices then that Sehun is only wearing his white robe and no pants. Quickly, Sehun links his hands in front of himself. “I swear I’m fine.”
“I don't believe you. You don't look fine.” He checks the room; the sheets are a total mess. There's also a poignant smell coming; it's not unpleasant, and it might be the reason Kyungsoo walks into the room.
“Kyungsoo, please, get out.” Sehun doesn't sound mad, he sounds desperate. “You can't help me with this.”
Kyungsoo turns to him. “What is it?” He doesn’t like the idea of not helping Sehun.
Sehun sighs, hands still in front of himself. “I’m in heat. It's the mating season for yemibians and I was on my way to the biggest colony, where my brother lives.” He looks so vulnerable explaining it that Kyungsoo’s worry makes the words sink in longer after Sehun’s said them.
“Mating season?” And then he looks down at Sehun’s hands. Paying more attention, there's something poking the robe and Kyungsoo’s got an idea of what it could be. “Oh, wow!” He sounds more breathless that he should.
Awkward silence follows.
“I want to help you,” Kyungsoo says. From the way Sehun’s eyes open wide, Kyungsoo realizes what it could have meant. “No! No, sorry! I meant…” He doesn’t know what he meant. He chuckles nervously.
“I need lots of water,” Sehun says quietly. “Is there any food?” Then, he looks at the bed. “New sheets, too.”
Kyungsoo nods. “I can do that.” He turns around to get everything. “Wait.” He looks at Sehun again who’s got one hand on the door, he’s almost bending in half as if he were in pain.
“What?”
“All this time that you didn’t leave the room and you barely talked to me… it wasn’t because I’m a human?” He needs to know that Sehun doesn’t hate him. “Was it because of your heat?”
Sehun nods and closes his eyes. “Kyungsoo, please...”
Kyungsoo takes Sehun’s whine as his cue to leave.
xXx
It’s hard for Kyungsoo to get close to the room, ever since their talk. He’s doing everything he can to help Sehun. Sometimes Sehun comes out of the room, looking well enough to have a meal with him, but others he just moans his reply at Kyungsoo that he can’t leave the room. That’s the hardest part.
The worst moments are when Kyungsoo is in his room and the sounds coming from Sehun’s have no barrier. Nothing stops the noises. Kyungsoo wonders how he’s never heard them before. But he can guess Sehun kept himself under control, to hide it from him.
When it’s time to have meal, Kyungsoo knocks on Sehun’s door. “Sehun, do you wanna come down to eat?” No response. He knocks again. “Are you okay in there?” A whine.
Kyungsoo feel his cheeks turn warmer and he takes a step back from the door.
“I can come back later.”
Silence. Then, the rustling of clothes. The door opens so suddenly, Kyungsoo jumps in his place.
“Kyungsoo…” Sehun looks unfocused. His lilac hair is darker where it’s stuck onto his forehead. He’s standing behind the door, and only his shoulder is peeking out. His skin is really pale, a contrast with Kyungsoo’s darker tone. “Kyungsoo,” the yemibian says and Kyungsoo’s eyes go back to his face. “I… Can you help me?”
“Am I… not doing it right?” He thinks he was doing well, but maybe Sehun needs him to be less overbearing or something.
“Help me,” Sehun keens and his hands tighten on the metal door. He looks distressed.
Kyungsoo gulps, getting an idea of what Sehun could be asking. “What do you want me to do?”
Sehun lets out a shaky breath and steps away from the door, opening it fully. Kyungsoo gasps when he notices he’s completely naked. All pale skin and long limbs and a hard cock that looks shiny… and lilac too.
“Uhm…”
“Just… touch me,” Sehun tells him before walking back to the bed. When he turns around, Kyungsoo notices a line of shiny lilac on his spine. It goes from the neck down. There are also similar lines from his elbows to his wrists. And when Sehun lays on his bed, there’s a wider one on his thigh. All of them shinning and lilac colored, like his hair.
Carefully, Kyungsoo follows Sehun until he’s standing next to him. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He glances at his cock.
“On my scales.”
“What?” Kyungsoo chokes on air. When he takes a closer look, there are scales covering Sehun’s cock and his thigh. He guesses that all the colored lines are scales. He steps forward and lays a knee on the bed, his hand curiously reaches Sehun’s thigh. The scales are cold to the touch, but Sehun’s reaction to it makes Kyungsoo continue it. The yemibian hisses and his hips lift up when Kyungsoo presses on them a little harder. “Is that good?”
“Perfect… more,” Sehun moans.
Kyungsoo feels himself getting hotter, his tight green t-shirt sticking to his body. He wants to take it off, but he doesn’t know if that’s what Sehun wants. His other hand moves down Sehun’s chest. The responsive moan he gets in return makes him go lower until he reaches Sehun’s cock. As it’s covered in scales, it doesn’t feel as hot as a human’s erection. It’s weird.
Sehun’s biting his lip, holding himself from doing more.
“Relax,” Kyungsoo tells him. Sehun nods.
Then, he starts stroking the cock, but it seems too rough, since he’s suddenly stopped by Sehun catching his wrist. Sehun’s eyes are wide open, darker in color than they’ve ever been. “Slower, softer. We like it much softer.”
“Can I touch your back?”
Sehun doesn’t question him and turns around. “The spine is best.”
When Sehun is laying on his stomach, Kyungsoo starts on his neck, fingers running down the shiny scales. It’s a strange sensation, but the way Sehun writhes under his touch is an assurance that he’s doing it right.
He never thought he’d be touching a yemibian in such an intimate situation. His own cock filling with blood as he realizes how sexy this is. He can’t be bothered with any old ideas that have played in his mind in the past, not when Sehun looks beautiful laying like this, left to Kyungsoo’s attention.
“Can I…?” He clears his throat. “Can I take off my clothes too?”
Sehun turns his face to the side, to look up at him. “Please.”
In a rush, he struggles with his clothes until he’s fully naked. Sehun’s eyes check him out throughout the entire time. When he’s done, he crawls on top of Sehun’s thighs, his own bracketing them, skin touching the scales and it gives Kyungsoo chills. He shivers, but it doesn’t distract him. He places both of his hands on Sehun’s spine and slides them down, enjoying the way Sehun’s ass lifts up.
“Kyungsoo,” Sehun whines. “Please…” And he lifts up his body even higher, making Kyungsoo fall back. His ass is exposed, something slick falling down his crack. It’s fascinating how similar he is to a human, yet so different, as his scales end right where a human’s tailbone is.
Kyungsoo’s fingers go lower, reaching the rim. He pushes one inside; there’s no resistance.
“I’ve been touching myself for days.”
Sehun’s words travel down Kyungsoo’s body, making him groan and his cock react.
“Can I…?”
“YES.” It’s like Sehun’s been waiting for days for that question.
Kyungsoo chuckles, lifting up the rest of Sehun’s body and positioning himself behind the yemibian. He takes his cock in hand and pushes inside of Sehun. It’s been so long for him; all this time traveling alone, he hasn’t had sex in a while. So he takes his time enjoying the way Sehun’s body sucks him in.
“Please, don’t stop touching me and move!” Sehun begs. It’s entertaining for Kyungsoo to see Sehun, who seemed so reserved and quiet, become so demanding and needy.
One of his hands stays on Sehun’s waist, holding him in place as he starts thrusting into him. Sehun moans loudly, and whispers a “yes, that’s it.” His other hand runs up and down, slowly stimulating Sehun’s scales.
“This is what- Ah! I needed.” Sehun mumbles, lost in pleasure. Then, he says something in a different language.
“What’s that?” Kyungsoo asks followed by a powerful thrust that sends Sehun’s chest down to the bed.
“It means ‘Fuck,yes!’” Sehun cries. “Come on!”
Kyungsoo speeds up, and leans over Sehun’s back, his mouth coming in contact with Sehun’s cold scales. He kisses the ones on his neck, one by one until Sehun is crying out and coming. Slick oozes out of his ass, covering Kyungsoo’s cock, making it much slicker. Kyungsoo keeps going, grinding, slowing down. He feels his own orgasm building. Suddenly, Sehun clenches around him and Kyungsoo is coming inside, human and yemibian’s fluids mixing. He rides his orgasm, still holding onto Sehun’s body.
When he finishes, he hears Sehun’s pleased sigh, and a breathy “thank you.”
xXx
When he accepted to do Chanyeol a favor and take a passenger, Kyungsoo had no idea he was going to end up with his lap full of yemibian.
After taking care of Sehun in every way possible during his heat, the younger is curled on top of him, as Kyungsoo manages to keep the wheel straight. There are only a few hours until they arrive to their destination.
“And then he got drunk on whisky,” Sehun ends his tale about an embarrassing Chanyeol by whispering it into Kyungsoo’s neck.
“You guys have whisky over there?”
Sehun nods, and his lilac hair brushes Kyungsoo’s jaw, tickling him. It might be uncomfortable for him to be all bent to fit on Kyungsoo’s lap. But when he suggested Sehun moved to the seat next to him, the yemibian whined and tightened his hold on Kyungsoo’s back.
“You're a lot more talkative now,” Kyungsoo comments.
Suddenly, Sehun sits up straight. “Is that… is that a problem?” He's insecure again.
Kyungsoo holds the wheel with one hand and rubs Sehun’s back. “None at all,” he whispers. The yemibian grins and Kyungsoo kisses the smile off him. His hand never leaves Sehun’s spine, loving the way he shudders on top of him.
A keen sound leaves Sehun’s mouth. “Please.”
“Isn't your heat over?”
“You're touching my scales!” Sehun humphs. “Take responsibility!”
Kyungsoo chuckles, as he checks the route and the control desktop. Everything is set. He can take off some time. “Come on.” He stands up from the seat with one arm under Sehun’s long legs and the other still on his back. “Can you come off your scales alone?”
for: EVERYONE
title: Touch Me All Silent
rating: NC-17
length: ~4.5k
summary: The passenger Kyungsoo accepts to transport comes with a few surprises.
warnings: minor mentions of war and killings (I’m sorry), heat sex, humanoid alien species, unbetaed
notes: I hope you enjoy this story, even if I seem to have deviated a bit from the prompt. I liked writing it. I might expand it later, since I have a few ideas that I couldn’t develop here.!
Touch Me All Silent
When Chanyeol steps into the platform where Kyungsoo is waiting for him, he’s followed by a cloaked figure, almost as tall as him. Chanyeol stops in front of Kyungsoo and greets him cheerfully, a handshake and wide grin on his face. Whoever Kyungsoo is supposed to transport on his ship is still hidden beneath the black cloak and says nothing.
“This is Sehun,” Chanyeol introduces his new passenger, voice booming as if he had one of those old Earth’s megaphones.
“Welcome to Sophie. I’m the captain and only crew member.” Kyungsoo chuckles nervously and extends his hand for the stranger to shake. But Sehun only bows a little. “Uhm… well,” Kyungsoo retreats his hand and rubs it on his pants.
“Don’t be shy, Sehun.” Chanyeol slaps Sehun’s back, pushing him forward.
“I’m not-” Sehun stops himself. He has a soft breathy voice. “Nice to meet you, Captain Kyungsoo,” he says.
Pale hands with long, skinny fingers show from under the cloak and reach the hood that’s still covering the face. There’s a second of hesitation when the fingers clasp the fabric but stay there. Kyungsoo notices the way Sehun takes a deep breath right before pushing down his cloak. Beneath all that black, there’s pale skin and short lilac hair. Sehun blinks slowly like his eyelids are heavy, because they are. Kyungsoo knows that. Yemibians don’t blink as much as humans. When Sehun’s eyes are open again, Kyungsoo is being stared straight at by two deep purple irises that can’t hide Sehun’s fear.
Kyungsoo can’t stop himself from gasping and sees how the action makes Sehun recoil. Chanyeol’s arm is behind the yemibian holding him in place.
“Chanyeol…” There’s a warning and a complain in Kyungsoo’s voice
“He needs transport. Please.” When Kyungsoo looks at his friend, Chanyeol is pleading him with his eyes. Another human like Kyungsoo, but this one is asking him to help a yemibian.
The look on Sehun’s face is what makes Kyungsoo nods slowly. “Fine,” he mutters. “Why me, though?” He asks Chanyeol, eyes never leaving Sehun, who’s gnawing on his lip.
“I can trust you on this one.”
It’s a very strong statement that’s based on the time when they blasted their guns side by side during the Tadmor War. Kyungsoo sighs.
“Sehun…” The yemibian, who was looking down at his own hands, looks up at Kyungsoo. “Are you okay with traveling with me?”
Sehun takes a few moments to speak. “Are you okay with it?” And it’s hard to answer to that. Kyungsoo understands what he’s feeling.
“We can be civilized, can’t we?” He tries to smile, but it works only on one side. Sehun nods and lowers his head again.
“Well, that settles it.” Chanyeol claps, startling everybody.
The platform is empty of humans and other beings. It will become more active soon when some of the few scattered ships either turn their engines or the mechanics come to fix the rest.
Kyungsoo nods at Chanyeol, and gestures at Sehun to step inside the ship. His friend waves and walks backwards to clear the way.
“Thank you, Chanyeol,” Sehun whispers before walking inside Sophie.
“No problem!” Chanyeol shouts. “Come visit sometime!”
Kyungsoo shakes his head. “You’re too loud,” he mumbles, closing the door of the ship before his friend can say anything.
Sehun is waiting for him inside. Somehow, now that Kyungsoo watches him more closely, Sehun seems like he’s being swallowed by the cloak. It makes him look younger, and Kyungsoo wonders how much he has lived, how much he knows. The caution in each of Sehun’s actions could have been taught and not necessarily a consequence of experiences he’s lived.
Sehun clears his throat, and Kyungsoo realizes he’s been staring, probably making Sehun more uncomfortable than he already was.
“Sorry. Follow me,” he says. He guides him from the control room to the stairs to one of the upper rooms. “It’s not much. Sophie is just a small ship,” he explains rubbing his sweaty palms while Sehun nods, his head almost touching the ceiling. His eyes swift from the bed to the floor to the door. “That’s the bathroom. There’s only one and my room’s on the other side. See the lightbulb above? It turns red when the bathroom is occupied.” Sehun is silent, seemingly taking in all the information. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Sehun is about to unbutton his cloak when he stops and looks at him. Kyungsoo hastily apologizes and retreats. The metal stairs creak under his feet as he steps down. The control room is waiting for him to start the ship and the journey.
xXx
“When do we eat?” comes a soft, breathy voice that startles Kyungsoo. He’s been so focused on the stars ahead of him that he’d forgotten he had a passenger. “Sorry,” Sehun apologizes.
“Oh, soon. Did you have a meal back at the base?” Kyungsoo turns to look at the yemibian. Sehun seems a bit awkward standing there. At least, he’s no longer wearing the cloak. He’s got a long white robe and black pants. “You can sit here.” Kyungsoo gestures at the seat by his side.
Sehun moves in a slow and careful way; he doesn’t lift his feet until the other one is well set on the floor. His hands, when they’re not linked in front of him, extend their fingers, that run alongside the control desk. Yemibians learn more through touch than sight.
When Sehun sits down by his side, there’s a moment of total silence, except for Sophie’s engine. Kyungsoo’s used to traveling on his own, so small talk is not one of his strong skills.
“I’m sorry that Chanyeol didn’t tell you,” Sehun murmurs. “He promised me the captain would be okay with me.”
Kyungsoo remembers his reaction. “I was just shocked.” The worry in Sehun’s voice seems genuine, so Kyungsoo chooses not to tell him how he felt a punch in his gut after seeing a yemibian for the first time in years.
“I understand. Again, I’m sorry.”
From the corner of his eye, Kyungsoo looks at his passenger’s profile. The lights of the room make his cheekbones stand out. Just like the rest of Sehun’s body, his face is long, ending in a pointy chin. They’re stunning, one of the soldiers had said. Kyungsoo agrees with the man now.
Suddenly, Sehun turns to him with a curious tilt of his head, startling Kyungsoo whose hands tighten on the ship’s wheel and eyes focus back on the stars.
When he casts another glance at his new companion, Sehun is still looking at him. “What?” He croaks. It sounds rude and it wasn’t his intention. But it makes Sehun curl a bit into himself. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “We keep apologizing.” Maybe making up for their past.
xXx
After two days of barely seeing Sehun who keeps himself locked in his room until it’s time to eat, Kyungsoo is startled to find him in the control room when he comes back from checking the engine.
“Is everything okay?” Sehun says. His soft, breathy voice is so uncommon to hear that it becomes a nice change for Kyungsoo’s ears.
“Yeah. One of the pipes got loose. That caused the loud noise we’ve just heard. I fixed it now,” Kyungsoo assures him.
The yemibian seems to still be unsure, pulling his upper lip into his mouth. Sehun’s got a small mouth with thin lips. Kyungsoo blinks when he realizes he’s staring. So, he walks past him to go back to his post. When he passes by, he sees Sehun’s nostrils flare and his eyelids close slowly. It makes Kyungsoo hurry back to the wheel.
As soon as he’s sitting down, he hears rushed footsteps clanking on metal. Sehun loudly closes the door to his room.
Sehun never disturbs; he seems intent on becoming invisible. His steps would be silent if it weren’t for the creaking floors and stairs. He only leaves his room to have a meal. It’s pulling Kyungsoo’s heart to be sympathetic and forget he’s a yemibian. It’s hard to, though. When he catches Sehun’s purple eyes staring at him, or the way he moves.
Kyungsoo doesn’t have a blaster on him at all times. The only time he did, it was hooked on his belt back when they left Chanyeol’s planet. He forgot he had it until Sehun quietly gasped when Kyungsoo stood up to reach a button on the ceiling. The yemibian’s eyes were locked on it. Then, Kyungsoo removed it from his belt and placed it inside a drawer on the desktop.
Yemibians are agile and swift fighters. They just weren’t ready for human weapons.
Kyungsoo pats his pants, where the blaster should be. He feels vulnerable without it. But Sehun’s relieved face proved him it was a wise decision.
His mind occupied by Sehun’s behavior makes time pass quickly, and Kyungsoo’s bladder asks for a break. He hurries upstairs, trying not to make too much noise in case Sehun’s asleep, or if he simply enjoys tranquility. When he reaches his room, he sees the red light above the door to the bathroom. He groans, plopping down on his bed, trying to hold in his pee.
With his cheek on the pillow, he’s got one ear paying attention to the sound coming from the bathroom. The shower’s running. He doesn’t know how long he’ll have to wait. The shower’s running. He pushes himself up on his arms when he remembers that Sehun’s already showered today. He wonders if maybe yemibians need to bathe more often, or if they need more water than humans in general. When Kyungsoo was in Tadmor, he noticed that most of the population lived close to bodies of water.
He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, when the shower stops and, after a few minutes, the red light turns off.
xXx
When they have their meals, there’s a bit of small talk. Dinner the next day is as usual; Kyungsoo telling Sehun a bit about their route, Sehun telling him about Chanyeol’s new life without Kyungsoo, both of them commenting on the food, which is nothing special.
Sehun looks a little flushed, with his eyes down, not even looking at Kyungsoo. While Kyungsoo picks up his chopsticks, Sehun blows on the heated food in front of him, until he can start eating it with his hands. He picks a bit of meat and a bit of rice and brings it to his mouth, carefully. It’s fascinating for Kyungsoo to see the way yemibians eat. He didn’t get to see that during the war.
“What?” Sehun asks, fingers inside his mouth as he licks them clean after having swallowed. “Chanyeol’s tried to teach me how to hold the chopsticks.” He shrugs.
“Oh, no. It’s okay. I don’t mind it.”
Sehun raises an eyebrow at him. “You don’t mind what? The way I eat or having a yemibian in front of you?” There’s the insecurity again.
“I swear I don’t mind, Sehun.” Kyungsoo stares straight at him.
Sehun’s purple eyes stay focused on him, possibly looking for a lie on his face. When he finds none, he blinks. Another fascinating thing. When he opens his eyes again, he has a different look. “Did you- did you fight…?” He bites his upper lip. “How did you meet Chanyeol?”
Kyungsoo knows what he wants to ask. “I fought in Tadmor.” He sees Sehun’s hand drop the rice back on his plate. “I was young when the war started, but when I became of age, I was sent to fight in the last months. I met Chanyeol there.”
“Did you…?” His eyes move from Kyungsoo’s face to the drawer in the control desktop.
“I’m so sorry, Sehun.” Kyungsoo’s voice is lower. “I killed…” He can’t even continue the sentence. The confession settles between them in silence.
“Chanyeol told me you could be trusted. Was he right?” There’s apprehension in Sehun’s eyes.
“He’s right.” Kyungsoo runs his hand through his now longer hair, he never cut it short after he left the military. “Both of us got out as soon as we could. After we-”, won the war, is what he was taught to say,- “after the war was over, we got out.”
“Good,” Sehun whispers quietly.
“What about you?”
Sehun shakes his head. “I was too young. And my mother took my little brother and me away. She flew us out of the planet before it was too late.” He sighs, leaning back on the chair. “I’m actually on my way to see my brother. We’ve all scattered around the universe.” The surviving yemibians are spread around, but there are only a few of them, and mostly hidden from sight. “We found ways to survive.”
“I’m so sorry.” Kyungsoo will keep apologizing until his words can prove that he means it.
“It’s not your fault. I’ve grown to accept it. War was decided not by soldiers like you.” Sehun seems a lot more mature, even if his boyish face and lilac hair work hard to hide it. “Chanyeol was a big help for me to see things differently.”
“I can assure you, like Chanyeol, I don’t let commands dictate how I should feel about someone anymore.” The grateful smile he gets from Sehun makes Kyungsoo’s heart flutter.
“Thank you.” Sehun lifts up his glass to drink some more, but then brings it back down. “Where’s the water?” He looks at the fridge.
Kyungsoo takes his glass and pours him some fresh water before handing it back. There’s an instant when their fingers brush. The contact makes Sehun shudder, and the glass almost falls to the floor, but Kyungsoo catches it in time. Water’s spilled on Sehun’s hand. Kyungsoo grabs a cloth to dry it, but when he tries to touch Sehun, the yemibian pulls back his hand.
“Sorry.” Sehun reaches for the cloth and dries it himself. He looks down; his cheeks look flushed. When he’s done, he takes the glass and drinks it all up at once.
Kyungsoo gapes at him, wondering how he doesn’t choke drinking like that. “It’s okay.”
When Sehun does look up, his eyes are a little darker. Kyungsoo sits back down in front of him. Their food is all cold now; and it makes Kyungsoo realize that this is the most he’s heard Sehun talk. Sehun tries to keep on eating, but he seems to have trouble holding the food.
“Are you okay?”
Sehun looks up at him surprised. “I’m… I’m gonna rest. I must be tired,” he says before he rushes upstairs, leaving Kyungsoo alone and confused.
After finishing his rice, Kyungsoo picks up his empty tray of pre-packed meal and throws it. Sehun’s half eaten, so he decides to put it in the fridge, just in case he wants to keep eating it later. When he walks around the table, he notices something wet on the chair. It could be water but it doesn’t seem liquid. Kyungsoo picks up the cloth and wipes it off.
xXx
The route is clear after having found an unexpected group of asteroids when passing by Dagon. Kyungsoo sighs in relief. Sophie shook hard for a while, but she managed to escape. Kyungsoo checks the route is set again, and clear, most of all. Everything is in order again. He wipes his forehead and with his other hand he pats the desktop.
“Thank you.” He never forgets to thank Sophie after moments like this.
He, then, goes to check on Sehun, hoping the yemibian has kept himself safe during the attack. He goes through his own room and the bathroom. After a few seconds of indecision, he knocks on the door.
“Sehun?” He calls. Silence. “Are you okay?”
“Ye- yeah.” A cough. “‘M fine.” His voice sounds strained, as if he were holding something, or himself.
“You sure? Did you get hurt?” Sehun seems like someone who’d take care of himself on his own without a problem. But there's something pulling Kyungsoo to worry for the yemibian.
“Yeah…” Rustling of clothing first and the door opens. Sehun is half hidden behind it. He’s flushed and sweaty. His eyes that can usually focus perfectly on Kyungsoo are now a bit shaky, the black pupils surrounded by purple are turned into slits.
“Do you have a fever?” Kyungsoo steps forward with his arm up to check his forehead, even if he doesn't know if yemibians can get fever.
“No!” Sehun steps out of reach and lets go of the door. Kyungsoo notices then that Sehun is only wearing his white robe and no pants. Quickly, Sehun links his hands in front of himself. “I swear I’m fine.”
“I don't believe you. You don't look fine.” He checks the room; the sheets are a total mess. There's also a poignant smell coming; it's not unpleasant, and it might be the reason Kyungsoo walks into the room.
“Kyungsoo, please, get out.” Sehun doesn't sound mad, he sounds desperate. “You can't help me with this.”
Kyungsoo turns to him. “What is it?” He doesn’t like the idea of not helping Sehun.
Sehun sighs, hands still in front of himself. “I’m in heat. It's the mating season for yemibians and I was on my way to the biggest colony, where my brother lives.” He looks so vulnerable explaining it that Kyungsoo’s worry makes the words sink in longer after Sehun’s said them.
“Mating season?” And then he looks down at Sehun’s hands. Paying more attention, there's something poking the robe and Kyungsoo’s got an idea of what it could be. “Oh, wow!” He sounds more breathless that he should.
Awkward silence follows.
“I want to help you,” Kyungsoo says. From the way Sehun’s eyes open wide, Kyungsoo realizes what it could have meant. “No! No, sorry! I meant…” He doesn’t know what he meant. He chuckles nervously.
“I need lots of water,” Sehun says quietly. “Is there any food?” Then, he looks at the bed. “New sheets, too.”
Kyungsoo nods. “I can do that.” He turns around to get everything. “Wait.” He looks at Sehun again who’s got one hand on the door, he’s almost bending in half as if he were in pain.
“What?”
“All this time that you didn’t leave the room and you barely talked to me… it wasn’t because I’m a human?” He needs to know that Sehun doesn’t hate him. “Was it because of your heat?”
Sehun nods and closes his eyes. “Kyungsoo, please...”
Kyungsoo takes Sehun’s whine as his cue to leave.
xXx
It’s hard for Kyungsoo to get close to the room, ever since their talk. He’s doing everything he can to help Sehun. Sometimes Sehun comes out of the room, looking well enough to have a meal with him, but others he just moans his reply at Kyungsoo that he can’t leave the room. That’s the hardest part.
The worst moments are when Kyungsoo is in his room and the sounds coming from Sehun’s have no barrier. Nothing stops the noises. Kyungsoo wonders how he’s never heard them before. But he can guess Sehun kept himself under control, to hide it from him.
When it’s time to have meal, Kyungsoo knocks on Sehun’s door. “Sehun, do you wanna come down to eat?” No response. He knocks again. “Are you okay in there?” A whine.
Kyungsoo feel his cheeks turn warmer and he takes a step back from the door.
“I can come back later.”
Silence. Then, the rustling of clothes. The door opens so suddenly, Kyungsoo jumps in his place.
“Kyungsoo…” Sehun looks unfocused. His lilac hair is darker where it’s stuck onto his forehead. He’s standing behind the door, and only his shoulder is peeking out. His skin is really pale, a contrast with Kyungsoo’s darker tone. “Kyungsoo,” the yemibian says and Kyungsoo’s eyes go back to his face. “I… Can you help me?”
“Am I… not doing it right?” He thinks he was doing well, but maybe Sehun needs him to be less overbearing or something.
“Help me,” Sehun keens and his hands tighten on the metal door. He looks distressed.
Kyungsoo gulps, getting an idea of what Sehun could be asking. “What do you want me to do?”
Sehun lets out a shaky breath and steps away from the door, opening it fully. Kyungsoo gasps when he notices he’s completely naked. All pale skin and long limbs and a hard cock that looks shiny… and lilac too.
“Uhm…”
“Just… touch me,” Sehun tells him before walking back to the bed. When he turns around, Kyungsoo notices a line of shiny lilac on his spine. It goes from the neck down. There are also similar lines from his elbows to his wrists. And when Sehun lays on his bed, there’s a wider one on his thigh. All of them shinning and lilac colored, like his hair.
Carefully, Kyungsoo follows Sehun until he’s standing next to him. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He glances at his cock.
“On my scales.”
“What?” Kyungsoo chokes on air. When he takes a closer look, there are scales covering Sehun’s cock and his thigh. He guesses that all the colored lines are scales. He steps forward and lays a knee on the bed, his hand curiously reaches Sehun’s thigh. The scales are cold to the touch, but Sehun’s reaction to it makes Kyungsoo continue it. The yemibian hisses and his hips lift up when Kyungsoo presses on them a little harder. “Is that good?”
“Perfect… more,” Sehun moans.
Kyungsoo feels himself getting hotter, his tight green t-shirt sticking to his body. He wants to take it off, but he doesn’t know if that’s what Sehun wants. His other hand moves down Sehun’s chest. The responsive moan he gets in return makes him go lower until he reaches Sehun’s cock. As it’s covered in scales, it doesn’t feel as hot as a human’s erection. It’s weird.
Sehun’s biting his lip, holding himself from doing more.
“Relax,” Kyungsoo tells him. Sehun nods.
Then, he starts stroking the cock, but it seems too rough, since he’s suddenly stopped by Sehun catching his wrist. Sehun’s eyes are wide open, darker in color than they’ve ever been. “Slower, softer. We like it much softer.”
“Can I touch your back?”
Sehun doesn’t question him and turns around. “The spine is best.”
When Sehun is laying on his stomach, Kyungsoo starts on his neck, fingers running down the shiny scales. It’s a strange sensation, but the way Sehun writhes under his touch is an assurance that he’s doing it right.
He never thought he’d be touching a yemibian in such an intimate situation. His own cock filling with blood as he realizes how sexy this is. He can’t be bothered with any old ideas that have played in his mind in the past, not when Sehun looks beautiful laying like this, left to Kyungsoo’s attention.
“Can I…?” He clears his throat. “Can I take off my clothes too?”
Sehun turns his face to the side, to look up at him. “Please.”
In a rush, he struggles with his clothes until he’s fully naked. Sehun’s eyes check him out throughout the entire time. When he’s done, he crawls on top of Sehun’s thighs, his own bracketing them, skin touching the scales and it gives Kyungsoo chills. He shivers, but it doesn’t distract him. He places both of his hands on Sehun’s spine and slides them down, enjoying the way Sehun’s ass lifts up.
“Kyungsoo,” Sehun whines. “Please…” And he lifts up his body even higher, making Kyungsoo fall back. His ass is exposed, something slick falling down his crack. It’s fascinating how similar he is to a human, yet so different, as his scales end right where a human’s tailbone is.
Kyungsoo’s fingers go lower, reaching the rim. He pushes one inside; there’s no resistance.
“I’ve been touching myself for days.”
Sehun’s words travel down Kyungsoo’s body, making him groan and his cock react.
“Can I…?”
“YES.” It’s like Sehun’s been waiting for days for that question.
Kyungsoo chuckles, lifting up the rest of Sehun’s body and positioning himself behind the yemibian. He takes his cock in hand and pushes inside of Sehun. It’s been so long for him; all this time traveling alone, he hasn’t had sex in a while. So he takes his time enjoying the way Sehun’s body sucks him in.
“Please, don’t stop touching me and move!” Sehun begs. It’s entertaining for Kyungsoo to see Sehun, who seemed so reserved and quiet, become so demanding and needy.
One of his hands stays on Sehun’s waist, holding him in place as he starts thrusting into him. Sehun moans loudly, and whispers a “yes, that’s it.” His other hand runs up and down, slowly stimulating Sehun’s scales.
“This is what- Ah! I needed.” Sehun mumbles, lost in pleasure. Then, he says something in a different language.
“What’s that?” Kyungsoo asks followed by a powerful thrust that sends Sehun’s chest down to the bed.
“It means ‘Fuck,yes!’” Sehun cries. “Come on!”
Kyungsoo speeds up, and leans over Sehun’s back, his mouth coming in contact with Sehun’s cold scales. He kisses the ones on his neck, one by one until Sehun is crying out and coming. Slick oozes out of his ass, covering Kyungsoo’s cock, making it much slicker. Kyungsoo keeps going, grinding, slowing down. He feels his own orgasm building. Suddenly, Sehun clenches around him and Kyungsoo is coming inside, human and yemibian’s fluids mixing. He rides his orgasm, still holding onto Sehun’s body.
When he finishes, he hears Sehun’s pleased sigh, and a breathy “thank you.”
xXx
When he accepted to do Chanyeol a favor and take a passenger, Kyungsoo had no idea he was going to end up with his lap full of yemibian.
After taking care of Sehun in every way possible during his heat, the younger is curled on top of him, as Kyungsoo manages to keep the wheel straight. There are only a few hours until they arrive to their destination.
“And then he got drunk on whisky,” Sehun ends his tale about an embarrassing Chanyeol by whispering it into Kyungsoo’s neck.
“You guys have whisky over there?”
Sehun nods, and his lilac hair brushes Kyungsoo’s jaw, tickling him. It might be uncomfortable for him to be all bent to fit on Kyungsoo’s lap. But when he suggested Sehun moved to the seat next to him, the yemibian whined and tightened his hold on Kyungsoo’s back.
“You're a lot more talkative now,” Kyungsoo comments.
Suddenly, Sehun sits up straight. “Is that… is that a problem?” He's insecure again.
Kyungsoo holds the wheel with one hand and rubs Sehun’s back. “None at all,” he whispers. The yemibian grins and Kyungsoo kisses the smile off him. His hand never leaves Sehun’s spine, loving the way he shudders on top of him.
A keen sound leaves Sehun’s mouth. “Please.”
“Isn't your heat over?”
“You're touching my scales!” Sehun humphs. “Take responsibility!”
Kyungsoo chuckles, as he checks the route and the control desktop. Everything is set. He can take off some time. “Come on.” He stands up from the seat with one arm under Sehun’s long legs and the other still on his back. “Can you come off your scales alone?”