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You’d lost track of how long you’d been held captive in the shiny blue room. Whether it had been a month or a year, there was no way to know. In this spaceship, or whatever it was, there was no visible sun, no moon, and, well – there were probably stars outside but there were no windows in your cell allowing you to see them.
What you did know was that there was most likely no hope of escaping at this point.
In the beginning, you’d put up a hell of a fight. The last thing you remembered was going to sleep in your own bed and the next thing you knew, you were waking up on a cold metal table, stark naked, surrounded by what could best be described as monsters. Monsters, complete with bulging eyes, moist membranous skin, sharp teeth, and protruding antennae.
That first day, you couldn’t remember a moment when you weren’t screaming or fighting. Within the first few weeks, or maybe it was a month, you were covered in bruises from battling against any and all attempts to restrain you, and had lost a considerable amount of weight because you refused to eat unless they released you. They’d resorted to tube feeding you by force; they refused to allow you to die or escape.
You’d concluded that these things, these beings, must be some kind of alien race. As for your whereabouts, you couldn’t be sure, but there had been many moments where it felt like the room shook, or like it was moving. So either Mars, or wherever the hell you were, had earthquakes, or you were being held captive on a spacecraft.
The longer you’d been there, the more the aliens’ appearances started to change. You noticed a couple in particular who, over time, had seemed to gain the talent of shapeshifting their bodies to look nearly completely human. Not only that, but in no time at all, they were able to speak your language perfectly. The most noteworthy were the one in charge, and another one who seemed to have been assigned to perform research on you and some other captives in cells close to you.
The one in charge was named Shota. He was, for lack of a better word, cruel. The human-like form he took was that of a beautiful young man with shoulder-length blonde hair and wide, dark, shining eyes. But he was brutal, and he terrified you to your core. You could tell he hated humans, or at least looked down on them, and you had gathered that the human experimentation was largely his idea.
The one with whom you’d had the most contact so far, however, was named Taeyang. Taeyang was, more than any word you could think of, kind. And oddly enough, he was… always kind. Perhaps a bit nonchalant and stiff on the outside, but in your many encounters with him over the considerable length of time that you’d been held captive, you’d begun to develop a bit of an interesting relationship with him. One filled with an unexpected mutual respect, and more recently, maybe even a little bit of warmth as well.
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“Shit,” you hissed as Taeyang slid the tiny, hollow needle into the sensitive skin of your inner elbow.
“Sorry,” he murmured softly. “I think I missed the vein. I’m going to try again. Let me grab some more numbing spray.”
You blew a harsh breath out of your nose as you tried to relax. He grabbed the small spray bottle and squeezed the trigger to spray a small stream of a numbing liquid onto the affected area of your arm. You relaxed further as it numbed away the pain, and he inserted the needle successfully into your vein, beginning to draw out yet another blood sample for testing.
Taeyang was more human-like than the rest of the aliens that you’d seen so far, yet there were several details about him that betrayed his inhumanness. His eyes were just a little larger than human eyes and almost entirely black; his fingers slender and just slightly too long; his ears small and peculiarly rounded. His skin was a peachy color but it shimmered an oddly sparkly gray in bright light. And when he spoke, it sounded like there were two of him, like a faint echo of his voice in the background of his normal voice.
But his voice, as unusual to you as it was, sounded like pure music to your ears. You sometimes caught him humming to himself as he looked for certain testing instruments in the lab. You’d once complimented him on it, and he became more flustered than you’d ever seen him before. Ever since then, he hummed more often, especially when he was doing something that was uncomfortable for you, like drawing your blood or plucking hairs from your head.
For example, he hummed as he pulled the needle out of your arm, the warm vibrations of his voice soothing your frazzled nerves. After being here so long, you’d gotten to the point where the needles didn’t bother you so much anymore, but it didn’t mean you necessarily enjoyed them.
As Taeyang sealed up the tubes with all sorts of different colored caps, you felt a question bubble up in your throat, and your face went red before it even came out of your mouth. No, you couldn’t ask him something like this. What had happened to your self-respect? Your pride? Your sense of survival, of the fact that you were a fucking captive in this place, held against your will?
“Taeyang,” you began, pausing to give yourself the opportunity to back out, to come to your senses, to make the right choice.
He finished screwing the last cap on the last vial and looked at you, his dark eyes curious. His cheeks shimmered a sheer silvery light in the bright fluorescent lights and dark tendrils of hair framed his face. He wore a stark white tunic of a soft, gauze-like material, which buttoned up the front, and went with matching pants and white slippers unlike anything you’d seen before.
He was, in a word, beautiful .
And this was a problem for you, who had been locked up here for god knows how long, had been touched only to be restrained, to have your nail clippings collected, or the skin cells scraped off your arms, or your ears, eyes, and throat examined each day. It was a problem because you’d been finding yourself wanting to be touched in other ways. By Taeyang, specifically. You knew it was wrong in probably a number of ways, but your usual ethics had gone out the window long ago.
“Yes, y/n? What is it?” Taeyang asked, eyes inquisitive, still fixed on you. The small antennae poking out of his hair flashed a shade of purple. This was one of the cuter things about him, the way his antennae betrayed his emotions at all times. So far, you’d figured out some of the colors, but it was still mostly a guess. Purple seemed to be curious/inquisitive. You’d only seen red and blue a couple times but you thought they meant anger and sadness, respectively. Orange meant that he was stressed, surprised, or on high alert. Since his facial expressions were so often deadpan, these colorful hints made it much easier for you to understand and communicate with him.
Don’t say it , you told yourself. You disgusting fool, don’t, don’t, dont —
“Do you… need to do any…um… research on, like, human sexuality?” you said, your mouth betraying your brain.
His small antennae stayed purple and he blinked a couple times, maintaining intense eye contact with you. He reached up to push a tendril of hair behind his small, rounded ear as he looked to be thinking about his answer before responding.
“As far as I’m aware, we already have all of the data on human sexuality that our leader has requested. At least, for the time being. Why do you ask?” he said, sounding impossibly innocent, his voice warm and kind. You found yourself wondering, despite your most earnest self-control, what his voice might sound like in the throes of pleasure. What he might sound like if he were pleading and out of breath. Desperate.
You shifted uncomfortably in the exam chair, wearing nothing but the thin white fabric gown, reminiscent of a hospital gown but only marginally more comfortable. The fabric was softer than anything you’d felt in a human hospital, but it still had that lifeless feeling of sterility.
You fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the words for what you were trying to ask him. You weren’t even sure if you knew, yourself.
You cleared your throat. This wasn’t going to be easy. You figured you should probably give up, but you had nothing to lose. Nothing except your life, you supposed, but this wasn’t really much of a life. It felt pathetic, but fuck it . You were lonely .
“I guess I was just wondering. Because. I dunno,” you hesitated, rubbing at the back of your neck self-consciously as you scooted to face him, your bare legs dangling sideways off of the exam chair. You placed your hands in your lap. Taeyang's gaze still lingered on you, fully engaged, waiting patiently for you to say what you were trying to ask him.
Taeyang walked up to where you were sitting and placed a cool hand on yours. “You don’t have to worry. Nothing like that is going to happen to you, not here. You have my word.”
You felt heat flood your face. He’d gotten the wrong idea entirely, and as he began to pull his hand away from yours, you grabbed it with both of yours, the first time you’d ever made such a gesture. You looked up and his small antennae changed to a pleasant shade of pink as he held your gaze. Your eyes darted up to them, noting that you hadn’t seen that color from them before. You looked back down at his face and he was wearing an unfamiliar expression. He looked almost… surprised. But in a way that was pleasantly magnetic. He didn’t pull his hand away.
“Do you not believe me?” he asked, his hand still enveloped in both of yours. “Or was there something else you wanted to ask?”
That last question knocked the wind out of you. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“So you… you know. How humans have sex. You already know everything about human procreation?”
Taeyang’s gaze darted to the side for the first time since you’d been here. Never before did he struggle to hold your gaze when you were looking at him. You risked a glance at his antennae and they were still pink but they were now slightly shimmery as well.
He looked back at you after only a second. “I’m sure I don’t know everything. But I know the basics.” His voice was low, quiet. Secretive.
Your heart raced. You couldn’t believe this was working.
“Do you know how to perform cunnilingus?” you asked, cringing inwardly at the overly clinical language, but you weren’t sure how else to speak to him about it and figured it best to be straightforward.
He parted his lips slightly and he looked shocked at the direct question, his antennae flashing pastel orange before back to a shimmery pink. “I’ve not done it before, but… I am familiar with it.”
“Do you want to try it with me?” you asked without hesitation, blurting the words out as if they would disappear down your throat if you failed to speak them immediately.
Taeyang’s antennae flashed a more intense shade of pink and shimmered more intensely, like they were covered in glitter. He didn’t take his eyes off of you.
“Yes. Would you like that?” he asked, his voice low, sultry, and you pressed your thighs together unconsciously.
“Please,” you responded, without a care for how desperate you sounded.
He gave you a soft smile before giving your hands a reassuring squeeze and dropping them in your lap; you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as he walked away but you quickly realized that he was walking over to lock the door.
He walked back over to you. “Help me, y/n. Tell me what to do,” he said, a hand coming up to cup your cheek gently, showing you a side of himself that you’d never seen before. He was usually so stiff, so robotic, in his work, but now? You’d had no idea that all of this was hiding underneath his bland exterior, and it made you want him even more.
“Kiss me?” you said in the form of a question, but fortunately, he understood, leaning down to press his lips against yours. With you seated on the side of the exam chair and him standing, the angle was slightly awkward, so you parted your thighs and put your hands on his waist to pull him close to you.
The taste of Taeyang’s mouth was utterly indescribable. It was simultaneously sweet and bitter, familiar yet unfamiliar, but more than anything, he tasted good. You chanced a tentative swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip and he caught on quickly, parting his lips to allow you access to more of him. You sighed against his face, relishing in the feeling of having another body against yours for so long, in a way that wasn’t against your will.
Kissing Taeyang felt surprisingly comfortable, and your body filled with heat as you drank him in, your hands roaming the sides of his body over the thin white fabric. He’d had his hands on either side of your face, his fingers smooth and soft, swiping gently over your cheeks, and you were blown away at just how sweet he was being. You thought selfishly to yourself that maybe, just maybe, whatever you’d begun to feel for him may have been reciprocated, and your chest flooded with emotion as you deepened the kiss even further, your breathing coming more rapidly, your body flooded with warmth and buzzing with arousal.
As the arousal settled between your legs, you pulled him even further into yourself so that his hips were flush with your groin, and he smiled against your lips, causing butterflies to batter against your ribcage furiously.
“ Now ?” Taeyang asked as his lips parted from yours slightly, looking at you expectantly, awaiting your guidance.
“Now,” you replied, and he positioned your body back onto the chair so that you were reclining again, your back supported, while he moved around to the front of you and slowly lowered to his knees.
He looked up at you through his long black eyelashes and your body burned with desire. You pulled your gown up and spread your legs, exposing yourself to him unabashedly, unable to wait any further. Unable to keep anything trimmed in this environment, you were at your most natural, your vulva mostly hidden behind your untamed bush. Taeyang’s eyes darted to it immediately, his antennae flashing a brighter pink and starting to turn nearly kaleidoscopic. His eyes widened for a moment, then closed as he pressed his lips against you, kissing, inhaling deeply.
You couldn’t help whining in pleasure even at this slight pressure, and he looked up to gauge your reaction, then pressed his lips more firmly against you, eliciting a shameless moan this time.
You spread your legs further and he pressed his fingers into your thighs, holding them open, as his tongue licked slowly against your throbbing pussy, first up, then down, then up again and you shivered as the tip of his tongue swiped against your clit, your hips jerking lightly. Taeyang looked up at you again and gave up all hesitation as he pressed his mouth against you, tongue licking every part of you, tasting you greedily, his fingertips beginning to press into you even harder.
He pulled away momentarily and looked up at you, clearing his throat. “Is this okay? Should I be doing anything different?”
You shook your head and reached your hand to touch the top of his head, shocked at how soft his dark hair was. Your hand brushed against one antenna and he winced quietly, the antenna retracting ever so slightly. Your heart dropped. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, did that hurt you?” you asked, horrified.
“No,” he responded with a gentle smile, “they’re just sensitive, that’s all. No need to apologize.” You nodded in understanding as he leaned right back in to lap at you again and you gasped at the return of his warm tongue against your soaked clit. You threw your head back once more against the headrest of the exam chair and squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure coursing through your entire body as he gradually adjusted the position of his tongue to focus on your most sensitive spot.
You knew he had already done “ research ” (whatever that even meant…), but having never done this himself, you were shocked at how quickly he learned, and how positively euphoric it all felt.
And to your surprise, his quick learning paid off in no time, a waterfall of pleasure and heat bursting from your core and spreading through your entire body as you came against his mouth, crying out his name over and over again.
Not entirely getting the hint, Taeyang kept going, eyes closed, completely lost in the act as you quickly became overstimulated and had to ask him to stop, laughing breathlessly.
As he pulled away slightly, he brushed some of the wetness from his lips with a finger and licked it off shamelessly, causing your cheeks to burn despite what the two of you had just done.
He pulled your gown back down and your gaze lingered on him, the post-nut clarity making you more self-conscious than you thought you would be, but he gave you a sweet smile and rubbed your thighs reassuringly.
“Maybe we could start doing some…research…after all,” he said thoughtfully with a shy smile, his antennae still bright pink and flashing with a rainbow of colors at this point.
Relief flooded you, and you smiled back as you pulled him up into another kiss.