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Oh god no it just sunk in that today is fucking Halloween

All I want is to sleep and now my damn doorbell is going to go off all damn evening

;___;

trick or treat Rechive

*lifts side of skirt suggestively*

I’m guessing the trick I’m thinking of is not the same as the one you meant

Treat?

Fo you sweetie?

Anything you trick is my treat *wiggles eyebrows*

… oh my

Treat me gently, please

“What is wrong Arthur?” The blond biologist asks sitting on the edge of the tank, dipping his feet into the cool water and wiggling his toes. Once, he would be terrified of doing such actions, of opening such and easy vulnerability to the creature living on it -some kind of half human half octopus- and some of the marine biologists still were. But not him, after a few years of strange companionship, he had an easy interaction with Arthur, and actions like these flowed naturally. That’s why he had been called immediately from an expedition in Madagascar when Arthur became “ill and Moody”.

It isn’t long before he sees the minute ripples in the water, and the blurry image of gold red blue and white and the tell tale serpentine movement of a tentacle moving towards his foot. But instead of touching it a little (a normal greeting between them), he feels the tentacle circle around his foot reaching the end of his calf and it tugs on his leg. The biologist tenses, he knows Arthur was playful, but he had never done that. The creature must have felt his tension for it tugs harder -almost pulling him into the tank- before Matthew feels cold lips and then a slippery yet rough tongue. It probes for a little and then frees his leg before a blond head breaches the water surface and green eyes -from corner to corner- look at him with contentment. “It is you Matthew”

Matthew just smiles and nods before sitting himself better on the edge, missing Arthur’s disapproving glance. “I am here Arthur. What is wrong?” his question was left unanswered when the man submerged himself again. But Matthew was tranquil, Arthur appeared to be alright and not moody, so there wasn’t actually any danger. In the years he came to know Arthur, he had known one of the biggest virtues one should have was patience, and he, being the twin of a very active brother had it in spades.

Just as expected, it didn’t take long for the blond head to surface once again, this time nearer. However, the conflicted look on Arthur’s face made the human pause. “you tensed” he spat, green eyes hard, looking at him over one shoulder. Matthew bit his lip, preventing his laughter at the tone the other used. He was being reproached! Then again, he had tensed. Probably for Arthur, who was a very skittish creature, and very suspicious, it would have been interpreted as a sign of distrust.

“I was surprised Arthur. I’m sorry” he apologized, taking one slippery appendage with his hands he rubbed it softly, leaned over it and planted a small kiss. Arthur had explained the action was the normal convention of showing regret and asking for forgiveness among his people, and Matthew had taken to it almost immediately. Much to Arthur’s puzzlement but eventual delight.

They stood like this, in silence for a few moments, Arthur’s human skin turning pink, the tentacle on Matthew’s hands twitching every now and then, before the creature turned around. Hi visage was clear, and there was a hit of embarrassment in the way he smiled.

“Nothing bad is happening dear. I am just a little bit fidgety and restless…” he paused on the explanation, voice growing softer and losing all human depth when he noticed his tentacle still on Matthew’s hands “…and also sensitive” and quickly he tugged it free to cool in the water.

The silence between them grew awkward, Matthew’s face a bright shade of ínk, hands frozen and mouth open in surprise. Gesticulation slowly, the human regained a bit of his self under the embarrassed and hopeful gaze of the creature - something that didn’t go unnoticed and broke the biologist’s heart. “I’m sorry Arthur. We can’t let you leave to find a mate. We haven’t found anyone else of your kind to keep you company”

Arthur’s smile turned rueful. “That’s not it.” he dismissed with his hands, floating nearer Matthew, feeling the legs scant centimeters away from him “I hope you weren’t thinking that I was like a tru octopus Matthew”

“No I wasn’t!” The human replied, but the scandalized look was all Arthur needed.

“You look relieved! You were!” he accused and splashed the other roughly. He was not an octopus! No matter if he had tentacles! Matthew answered the attack in good nature and soon the sound of continuous splashes filled the tank and the hangar. 

The adventure didn’t last long, and soon Arthur was leaning on the rim of his  tank, elbows propped on the edge, breathing as heavily as his human companion. The silence was once again, welcoming and neither he nor the human did something to break it. That’s what Arthur liked the most about Matthew, the quiet trust and understanding, the simplicity of their contentment. “I’m glad you are here” the confession flowed easily from his cool lips. Matthew’s pat on his elbow let him know there was nothing to be silly about feeling this way.

“I missed you too Arthur” that it was appreciated.

“Your dress?” the octopus-man asked after a while, green eyes looking at the human, leaning over the curves of his body defined by the strange copper suit.

“Oh this is a diving suit.” the human explaining, touching the fabric over his chest, and Arthur could see the movement of muscles under it. How very peculiar. Matthew had never dressed like that before. Normally it was a white shirt and black pants. “The people from the center told me you were ill, so I prepared myself in case I had to enter the tank” the Human shrugged and Arthur felt a little scolded by it. It was his intention to see Matthew, but he had never thought the human was doing something important elsewhere.

Al least it wasn’t interacting with another octo-man.

“Would you like to go for a swim then?” he suggested tugging on one of his legs with a few tentacles. Matthew was already dressed for a swim, might as well take him to the tank and enjoy their while.

“Alright, just let me get my-“

“No don’t worry.” Arthur interrupted him, tugging on his leg insistently “That will be enough, trust me. I’ll show you something great” he smiled, looking at Matthew over his shoulder.

The human sighed before pushing himself over the edge. “Fine Arthur”

Matthew was a good swimmer - he ought to be in his line of work- and Arthur knew it. It didn’t mean he had to let the other swim by himself when he was on his tank. Matthew was very special, and probably didn’t know how to dance, so with a strong grip on on of his hands and his waist he swirled them around. Matthew was at first confused, but he was very bright and cached on soon enough, laughing at the twirls and returning the hold on his hand.

Their impromptu dance slowed to a stop once they were at the center of the tank’s surface, and Matthew felt some of the tentacles tug curiously at his suit.

“I’ve seen these suits give a little, and if not it is alright” was Arthur’s only embarrassed answer once asked what he was doing.

“Arthur I didn’t bring my mask and air tank with me” The human both joked and warned. Arthur turned around him fast, tentacles touching the human’s body fully and circling him.

“Don’t Worry Matthew, you won’t need them” Arthur reassured, but his voice had once again lost the human depth, becoming the one Matthew had first heard in recorders of the creature a long time ago. It was more unnerving than reassuring, and Matthew had to remind himself that he trusted Arthur, and that Arthur knew Humans couldn’t breath underwater.

“Arthur?” Matthew asked, truing to wiggle a little space between him and the tentacles that were pushing him flush to the aquatic’s body.

“You trust me don’t you?” the cool hand on his cheek caresing him slowly was more frightening that his eerie voice.

“Arthur what is going on”

“Like I told you. I’m just going to show you something interesting my dear.” Arthur eyes shined, and Matthew was surprised at how close their faces were. “I’m going to show you how my kind reproduces” Matthew’s terrified scream and struggle was silenced by a bruising kiss and the and the burning sensation of something being injected on his body.