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It should have been a simple shortcut through the woods. But as he walked, Tobio couldn't stop replaying the last conversation he'd had with Hinata when he'd mentioned the path he'd found.
"Bakayama! Don't you know you're not supposed to go through the forest at night?"
"I don't believe in werewolves. Besides, you grew up in the woods!"
"Not those woods!"
A simple shortcut, Tobio repeated as he walked along the path, worn enough to be visible even in the evening. He wanted to call Hinata and say, "see? No danger!"
But. He paused before calling.
Something wasn't quite right.
The sunlight bathed the forest just a bit brighter than usual.
The air around him swirled, soft and noticeable yet still intangible, like a misty morning rain.
Too late, Tobio noticed the glimmering glow of something floating on the air a second before he stepped into it.
He expected to cough on the iridescent shimmer, but it simply settled on his skin like a soft heat, and made its way in his body, traveling down into his lungs and warming every inch of his chest on the way until it settled deep inside. And then it was gone.
Stunned, Tobio took a slow breath.
Nothing hurt. His heart wasn’t racing. He felt normal. Just slightly warmer.
Frowning, he kept walking. Pollen season.
“Made it home safe,” he texted Hinata, who immediately texted back a thumbs up and confirmed they’d have their weekly run on Friday.
Tobio put his phone on the charger and went to sleep.
All night he dreamed of vines twisting and wrapping around his body and leaves brushing against his skin. Of branches holding him in place and of sap, silky smooth and sticky sweet dripping down his throat and pooling between his collarbones.
He woke up. Everything was normal. Just a weird dream.
He went through his day. He didn't tell Hinata about the weird cloud of pollen. He went home.
He dreamed.
Vines twisted around his calves and ran up his thighs, insistent and probing. Dirt, cool and soft, settled on his skin. Sap spilled on his face, dripped on his tongue.
He woke up. Another day. He forgot about the pollen. He ran with Hinata. He got home and showered.
He dreamed.
On the fifth day, Tobio woke up with heated skin and an unignorable erection.
He woke up with spots of soft green dappled across his hands.
He woke up with a fire burning deep inside him and an insatiable urge to return to the forest.
The urge to touch himself was equally overwhelming, and he had just enough presence of mind to splash water on his face and to change out of his pajamas. He froze when he took off his shirt. The green spots continued across his wrists, up his arms and over his shoulders.
He stared at his chest in the mirror. The marks were beautiful; a leafy, soft green that reminded him of a forest coming to life after winter.
Ignoring the heat on his cheeks and his cock heavy between his legs, Tobio ran a finger over one of the spots on his forearm. His skin was slightly raised there, barely noticeable. The green wasn’t just surface deep. It seemed to originate deep inside him, and it should have scared him shitless but instead, all he could think was how pretty he looked.
Somewhere, the more rational part of his brain was probably crying out in horror, but all of Tobio’s conscious thoughts were focused on two things:
Get off now.
Go back to the woods.
His whole body shook when he touched himself for the first time that morning. It was only fingers brushing across the top of his dick, but his body was already in flames and that was more than enough. The spots of green trembled along with him.
He was doing what he was supposed to do. What he needed to do.
Unbidden, the sensation of sap running down his neck came to him, a reminder of the dreams that had flitted through his sleep.
Tobio's breath came out harsher. He leaned over, making a fist around his cock and pumping with little regard for finesse.
Yes, his body shivered in response. Just like that.
The sensation of sap was so strong that he touched his neck with three fingers just to be sure nothing was there. His fingers came away damp, but it was only his sweat.
He glanced in the mirror again. His face was so flushed. His ears were red and his eyes were bright, like he was running a fever.
Maybe he was. He stroked himself in a daze, staring at his red cheeks, at the green dancing across his skin, at the way the green was changing. The color was deepening like it was making its way to the top of his skin.
Like it was going to break free.
Tobio panted, touching himself with an almost frantic need for release. He couldn't articulate a single reason why. He only knew he had to.
One of the spots was brighter than the others, closer to the surface. Tobio watched it in fascination even as his orgasm began to build. His skin prickled with anticipation. It prickled with heat, with need, with movement.
Tobio's brain was screaming, but only in pleasure. Yes. Let us free.
The first little leafling broke through his skin right before he came, a prickling of pain that blended seamlessly into the crash of his orgasm. It curled out like it was looking for the sun and somewhere between the first pulse of cum hitting his hand and the last dripping down his fingers, Tobio’s neediness got worse instead of better.
He groaned, caught in the middle of elation and desperation, his forehead pinched and his eyes closed.
Forcing his eyes open, he stared at his forearm, at the little leafling poking through his skin. Surreal, like watching a movie. This wasn't his body, was it? A drop of blood from where the plant broke through dripped down his skin, but already the wound was healing around the tiny plant growing from his arm.
How many spots were there? He couldn't count. He sucked in a giant breath and did what he had to do.
He went back to the forest.
A simple sweatshirt covered up the spots, but he didn't run into anyone, so he tore it off as soon as he got to the treeline. He was too warm for clothes.
He stumbled down the path, shedding his shirt and his pants. The sunlight streamed between the trees, bathing his skin in its light and the plants within him, they had to be more plants, he was somehow filled with growing plants…
And yet all he could think about was sap dripping down his neck. About the shock of cool vines wrapping around his limbs.
About giving his body to the trees.
No, that wasn't right, he thought as he made his way deeper. Just one tree.
He knew. Somehow he knew.
But he couldn't make it much farther. A twist of pain under his skin ripped through him. Sharp and exquisite, it took his breath away.
The plants were angry.
They wanted to break free like their brethren, like the tiny little forearm leafling that proudly took in sunlight.
Tobio shivered and shuddered, trying to wrest control of his body. Dazed, he backed up to a tree and the thick bark pressed against his skin. Oh, it was rough, scraping against his too sensitive skin.
The smell of dirt rose, sweet and inviting. Shamelessly, Tobio pressed against the tree again, grinding against the bark. Every movement brought waves of pleasure to his heated body. His cock began to fill again, pleased with the sensations.
Cock in one hand and his other hand against the tree for support, Tobio touched himself again. The plants inside him trembled as he dragged his body across the tree, crumbles of bark falling to the forest floor and pleasant pain blossoming across his chest.
Ah. I can smell you now. Come here.
Oh. Tobio heard the command as clear as day this time. Had that been there all week hiding under his skin too? Leaving the support of the current tree was hard, but Tobio obeyed, slipping off the path between trees and brush.
He'd kicked his sandals off somewhere along the way, naked as the day he was born and stumbling into branches. Something scraped against his leg, leaving a long gash.
I see. My pollen has brought me this cute little human as my vessel? I thought I could do better.
Tobio frowned, dizzy from the loudness of the voice vibrating inside him.
Ah, you are adorable though. Hmm, there's just something about you that makes me want to..
A vine creeped up around Tobio's ankle, twisting and wrapping tight.
..devastate you.
Tobio should have ran.
He did not run.
A second vine joined the first, climbing up Tobio's other leg. It smeared blood from the gash up Tobio's thigh.
Did you know?
The vibes pulled, directing Tobio to turn around and supporting him as he swayed until he came face to face with what had to be the tree speaking to him.
It was so tall, so wide and big, branches snaking out in every direction and up to the sky, with leaves that matched the first little leaf on Tobio's arm.
The last time I did this, my poor choice of seed garden didn't manage to make it through.
Branches wove behind Tobio's back and brought him ever closer to the tree.
I sincerely hope that you'll fare better.
Tobio was surprised to feel tears running down his cheeks. "Then touch me, please. I can't keep going like this – I need release!"
As do my precious seedlings.
In the blink of an eye, Tobio was strung up by his arms, vines pulling his wrists up, branches supporting his sides, vines separating his legs. He was pulled up, up, up until the sun warmed his skin and the plants inside him sang and somewhere deep inside him screamed.
"Want your sap," Tobio murmured, blinking back his tears. His heart raced, pounding against his chest. His fingers tingled. The air crackled with that same intangible lightness.
You'll get everything I give to you. Oh, and, it'd please me greatly to hear you call out my name.
"Please," Tobio said instantly. His cock hurt, and not a single vine was giving him relief. "Tell me your name?"
Oikawa will more than suffice.
"Oikawa-sama," Tobio began, and the voice inside him hissed with happy pleasure.
Yes, that will do. Let's begin, shall we?
Tobio couldn't really move with all of the vines holding him up, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind. He nodded.
Immediately, two of the vines snaked around to his dick, one wrapping around the base and another twirling around and around, and Tobio nearly sobbed in relief.
Stay with me, as we're only getting started. Did you notice my plants like your energy?
Tobio nodded again, and then Oikawa's vines were all over him, moving and stroking, teasing along the curve of his neck and at the tips of his nipples and along the back of his thighs and between his legs.
Warmth flooded his body so quickly that he cried out and came, his cum running down the vine wrapped around his dick. He felt the pulses of his orgasm reflected back in the tight squeeze of the vine and cried out.
Three more leaflings pushed through his skin, unfurling like tiny triumphant banners, and Tobio's blood dripped down his shoulders, mingling with his sweat.
Now he was trembling even harder.
Yes. Delicious. Ask me for more.
"O-oikawa-sama," Tobio choked out. "Please, I need your sap!"
His skin thrummed with potential, the energy of hundreds of living things so close to the surface, their roots probing for anchorage, settling for the curves of his muscles.
It was akin to a million bees buzzing around him. It was the fear that he was going to be plunged underwater with no way to breathe, the way he was going to cross under a waterfall and drown.
Or, he was going to fly.
The first drop of sap hit his forehead like a precious drop of rain, like a blessing raining down from the heavens.
Tobio opened his mouth on instinct, and Oikawa's pleased reaction vibrated in his chest.
Sap, thick, heavy, and sweet, dripped onto his tongue and Tobio closed his eyes, savoring the relief. This was what his body had been so desperate for. He swallowed, the sap sliding slowly down his throat.
More sap, this time on his cheek. Trickling down his neck. Tobio shuddered, the vines holding him tight.
Sticky, warm sap streamed down his back and sap oozed onto his cock.
Tobio held his mouth open, hoping for more.
The vines began their soft caress again, dancing across his skin and careful to avoid the leaflings sprouting through. Their gentle, unyielding ministrations fell in complete contrast to the plants poking through, sharp dots of pain up his arms and down his legs.
If only you could see how beautiful you look right now.
Tobio's eyes fluttered open. He didn't know how he looked. All he knew was pleasure.
A sap-covered vine brushing against his lips: open up.
He did, rewarded with sweet sap. The vine pushed thick into his mouth and Tobio sucked along its length, barely able to open wide enough to accommodate it.
It writhed against his tongue, heavy and strangely yielding. Plants bloomed along his wrists, roots curling around his delicate bones.
You're doing so well. I've never seen a human take so many seeds and survive but you…
Tobio floated. He didn't care that he was covered in sap and blood, that plants were erupting from his skin. Oikawa-sama was telling him he was doing good. With one breath of pollen, Oikawa-sama had taken his body, taken his mind.
It was funny, really. There was someone who Tobio should tell this story to. He just couldn't remember who.
His body jerked forward as the vines ripped another orgasm from him. As Oikawa-sama took what he had planted. Reaped what he had forcefully sown.
Tobio blinked, bleary and dazed, skin heated beyond words, body still begging for just a little bit more.
The first few drops of rain hit his skin. Cold. Not warm.
The wind picked up.
Tobio's plants shook, but their roots had taken.
They were part of him. They held tight to their host.
You've done so well.
Tobio nodded, rain running down his hair. Oh. He could feel the plants taking up the water through their roots. They would grow stronger. They would take what the needed from his body.
A moment of lucidity surfaced, desire receding enough for panic to crash like a cold wave over him. They'd take and take until he was gone! He tried to thrash, to pull at their stems, but the vines held him tight.
Ah, ah, ah! Relax!
Tobio swallowed, the sap in his throat suddenly too sweet, too thick.
My sweet pet. What are you so agitated for?
Vines stroked and played at him, but Tobio tensed and struggled. "I don't want to die!"
And you won't.
Tobio paused, still shivering. Rain fell over them, washing the blood from his skin and dripping red from his body. "I–"
I'll show you how to remove them. How to plant them in the ground. You'll be my most precious seedling of all.
The plants curled within him. They didn't want to be removed.
Trust.
The vines shifted and moved, pulling Tobio closer to the tree's massive trunk. A different vine, darker green than the others, wrapped around him, teasing at Tobio's lips.
Oh. It was like a kiss, almost. Tobio tentatively parted his lips. Closer to the trunk, less of the rain fell on his head, but it still traced down his face and his back as he let the vine tangle with his tongue.
With your help, I can spread so much farther. No, I won't let you die, not with what you've done for me.
Tobio's bones suddenly ached with the heaviness of all his energy expended. His skin still buzzed with restless need, but his eyes were so very heavy.
Sleep well, precious vessel.
*
Tobio lay in the dirt. The sun bore down on him, too hot for the time of day. He had never been this sore before in his life. He lifted a hand, watching the tiny sprouted plants waving back and forth with the movement. There was the tiniest dot of a pink flower.
He lifted his head, looking at the tree that towered over him.
"Oikawa-sama?" he asked, remembering how the tree had carefully explained the steps for him to remove each little seedling.
A vine immediately caressed against his cheek, slow and caring.
Hmm?
"Can I … keep a plant?"
It will continue to grow. I do not advise it.
Tobio sat up. A thousand emotions flooded his body, leaving him feeling heavier than ever.
"Can I still visit you?"
Please feel free. I'm not going anywhere.
The heaviness eased. Tobio stayed in place, the vine wrapped around him. Had it really only been a week since Hinata had warned him away from these woods?
Tobio laughed, suddenly reminded of his nakedness.
You seem happy. I'm glad. I don't mean to hurt people. This is the only way I can keep my seeds alive long enough to grow.
"I see." Tobio didn't see, not truly, but the residual warmth of Tooru's pollen seemed to color his opinion of him favorably. "I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm going to have to go back to my house covered in plants. None of this makes any sense. But…I think I'd do it again."
There was a pause. A rustling of leaves that sounded almost like a laugh.
Come back again tomorrow, Tobio-chan. This time, it'll be your choice.
*
It's late the next afternoon, and Oikawa has only just started to wonder if perhaps Tobio had rethought the whole situation.
But Tobio comes back.
*
The End
*
A grove of trees grows in Japan. They're small, right now. Their flowers bloom iridescent in the spring, a gorgeous sight that brings visitors from all around the globe
The trees are young, planted only a scant decade ago. They have years to go before they'll be able to create their own pollen.
But they will.
They have only one way to spread their seed.