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“Commencing examination of subject Z0325. Sub classification Code SK. Species — homo sapien, primate.”
Seungmin takes a deep breath. His eyes flit wildly around the room that he can only assume is a lab, at the creatures who wander around him, arranging things in an order Seungmin can’t make sense of.
They’re aliens, the creatures. It’s the only rational explanation in Seungmin’s mind.
Their overall frame looks kind of humanoid? Human like. Whatever. Looks the same as a human, but their skin is a contrast between a pale grey and light purple. If you had to ask Seungmin, he’s basically looking at a twisted real-life version of Mewtwo, except with all black with bright sapphire slits down the middle. As an alien nearby looks Seungmin over, the sapphire slits morph between small and large circles, and it gives Seungmin the impression that it’s adjusting its focus, almost like a camera.
Their noses are like Mewtwo’s, almost catlike with small nostrils, leading down to a lipless mouth, three rows of teeth, like a shark, but not as big, or sharp. They’re completely hairless, all skin, and their torso and pelvis are completely flat. He can’t see the alien’s feet from his current vantage point, but their hands are webbed, four fingers on each hand instead of five, the tips of them resembling octopus like suckers.
As far as aliens go, they don’t look so bad. More like a weird cross between Mewtwo and a rubber doll, if anything.
He’s cuffed by his wrists and ankles with a force he cannot see, but he can feel, secured to a cold metal table that’s been tilted so he’s mostly standing, but tilted back just a little. Enough that the fluorescent light above him threatens to burn his eyes.
He's also like…stark fucking naked.
The…being…Mewtwo…thing…the one closest to him, the one conducting his examination, bends down just a little to peer at his face.
Beyond him stands Jeongin.
Who Seungmin thought was his innocent, sweet, shy blind date of the evening.
The blind date had been going well, Seungmin had to admit. Jeongin’s handsome, but Seungmin was clearly right when he thought his sharp features were too good to be true. He knew there had to be a catch — there’s no way a blind date recommended by Jisung of all people could ever work in Seungmin’s favor — and that catch came when Jeongin walked Seungmin over the threshold of the lobby of his apartment building — one far too expensive for a “struggling student” — only to have a needle shoved in his neck a second later.
Honestly, when Jeongin said, “Can I bring you home?” Seungmin fully thought he meant he just wanted to fuck. Seungmin’s not a ‘fuck-on-the-first-date’ kind of person, but for once he figured, ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’
It worked for Felix. It worked for Hyunjin. And it worked for Jisung. Why couldn’t it work for him, too?
This. This is why.
Seungmin peers at Jeongin as best as he can around the alien in front of him, unable to help the disappointment in his voice when he asks, “Did you even like me?”
Jeongin blinks, seemingly surprised that Seungmin is choosing to address him directly. He looks to the…alien thing…who’s still looking over every inch of Seungmin’s stark naked body. The alien shrugs at him, muttering something in a language Seungmin won’t even try to understand.
Whatever they tell Jeongin makes Jeongin’s expression of shock morph into something that looks like guilt.
“Of course I like you,” Jeongin murmurs. There’s a warbling in his voice that wasn’t there this whole night.
Seungmin scoffs, grumbles “Like me enough to turn me into a lab rat, maybe,” under his breath.
The Mewtwo lookalike peers down at him. Its mouth frowns. Seungmin blanches a little.
“Kim Seungmin.”
Seungmin flinches terribly, shock running through his body as his voice gets caught in his throat.
“H-hyung?” He whispers in disbelief. “M-Minho hyung?”
The alien’s skin ripples, almost shiny as it moves between grey, pale purple, into something translucent, and then normal human skin. Seungmin watches, completely horrified, as the skin molds and shapes itself like a bad silicone mold, hair slowly growing from the scalp area until the shape of Minho appears in front of him.
A scream gets caught in Seungmin’s throat. His whole body shakes in terror.
“Does this appearance not soothe you?” The alien — Minho — asks. “Your emotions tell me that you appear to be attracted to him. You have many memories of him.”
Oh great. Mewtwo’s not been examining him, he’s been reading his memories.
“I am not attracted to him,” Seungmin borderline shouts, indignant. “Minho’s my older brother.”
“Not attraction, muallim.” Jeongin says. “The human’s call that emotion admiration.”
Seungmin blinks at Jeongin. “Your…I know that word. That’s Arabic. You speak Arabic?”
Jeongin blinks back at him. “No. That may be a word you humans have adopted into one of your many languages, but our language is —” The word Jeongin says is a series of warbles, all of it lost on Seungmin.
Mewtwo’s body ripples the way it did, the entire transformation happening in reverse as he sheds Minho’s appearance and returns to his own.
If Seungmin makes it out of this alive, he’s going to have a very hard time looking at Minho after this.
“Muallim,” Jeongin says, resting a hand on Mewtwo’s shoulder. “I can conduct the examination on my own. You can leave.”
Mewtwo nods, casting a confused look at Seungmin before he leaves. The door slides open with a stereotypical alien whoosh, and then shuts a second later.
Somehow, being in this lab alone with Jeongin now feels far worse.
“Where even am I?” Seungmin breathes out, hating the way his voice shakes.
“Our transportation ship.” Jeongin answers, slightly chipper now that he’s alone with Seungmin. “We’ve set our cloaking device to disguise it as a human’s residential building on the outside. It’s impressive, isn’t it?”
“I guess.” Seungmin mutters, slumping as best as he can in his current position. Jeongin takes a step back, shrugging off his shirt to reveal a completely normal — and regrettably impressive looking — torso. Seungmin feels the blood rush from his face in fear.
“Please don’t put your eggs in me.” He squeaks.
Jeongin blinks, then shakes his head, a deep frown to the set of his mouth. There’s genuine disgust in his voice when he says, “My species doesn’t lay eggs, Seungmin. That’s barbaric.”
“Oh,” Seungmin sighs, slightly relieved. “Well, that’s good then, I guess —”
“They’re called pods, and we implant them. Not lay them.”
“I don’t want your pods in me either!” Seungmin shouts. “I don’t want them implanted or laid or anything else!”
Jeongin doesn’t flinch at the volume or Seungmin’s anger. “I’m not capable of procreation. In your species, you have many genders. In my species, there’s only five. Of the five, only three have been capable of procreation. As our planet and our galaxy had changed, our suns and moons have changed, and now only two species can procreate. This has forced us to seek out other capable species who have more than two genders that are able to assist us in increasing our population.”
“And that’s…me?” Seungmin asks quietly, afraid of the answer.
“Potentially.” Jeongin nods. “It’s hard to tell. Jisung has abandoned his quest, declaring naturalization, as your species calls it, so any results he has yielded are lost. Felix hasn’t outwardly abandoned his quest yet, mostly because his chosen human-form is…different, so I’m not —”
“Stop.” Seungmin demands, tone cold. “You…do you mean to tell me that Jisung. A-and Felix? My brother’s boyfriend and my best. Friend. They’re both — they’re not — are they —”
“They’re like me, yes.” Jeongin nods. “Hyunjin is, too. If it brings you comfort.”
“It does not!” Seungmin shouts — it actually kind of does. He knew someone as pretty as Hyunjin couldn’t be human. He just meant it as a figure of speech, he didn’t know it would be a literal fact — “Does Minho know?! Chan?! Changbin?!”
Jeongin tilts his head. “Well, no. Their memories are reset after every examination, so —”
“Their what is what?!” There are tears in Seungmin’s eyes, anger and rage coursing through his body so fast he almost suffocates on it.
Minho and Jisung have been together for years — six years, to be exact. Chan and Felix have only been together for three, but they’re on the fast track to marriage. Changbin and Hyunjin just passed their one-year anniversary.
And this entire time…they’ve all been…
Seungmin dry heaves, his entire body wrought with chills at the sick revelation, and Jeongin rushes over to him, resting a cool hand to his forehead, pressing down gently. In a matter of seconds, the sick feeling escapes him, but the anger does not. He thrashes now against his invisible restraints, nearly snarling at Jeongin when he says, “Let me go! Let me go right now! I need to tell them!”
“You can’t.” Jeongin says simply. “It will ruin my species’ quest.”
“Fuck your species!” Seungmin spits. “Your quest is useless. Humans are fickle and our lifespans are meager. We’re chalk full of diseases and horrific personalities, and I don’t know if you’ve been watching movies since you’ve been parading around as a human, but we’re historically predisposed to self-sabotage, intentional sabotage on those we even remotely view as ‘other,’ and creating wars over nothing, just because we can. Humans are the garbage can of the universe and procreating with us is the worst idea any species could ever have, including our own!”
His chest is heaving by the time he’s finished, his naked body hot with fury, but Jeongin simply blinks at him like Seungmin’s said nothing of importance to him.
“Then why did you want to procreate with me?”
Seungmin blanches. “What?”
“During our ‘date,’” Jeongin specifies. “Your emotions and thoughts were of the two of us procreating in your bed. Of you attempting to procreate with me.”
“That’s what humans think of when they’re attracted to someone they’re willing to be physically intimate with.” Seungmin insists. “Not all physically intimate encounters are equivalent to attempts at procreation.”
“Oh,” Jeongin straightens then. “That is gender dependent, yes?”
“Technically.” Seungmin sighs. “Also biological. Depending on the…parts…er, equipment? People have. I guess. It’s complicated. Kind of.”
“You have the parts to procreate.” Jeongin points out, like he’s talking about fucking pizza toppings. “I have the parts to reproduce. Maybe not in human form, but in my natural form, I do.”
Seungmin swallows, throat dry. “Y-you just said you aren’t capable of procreation.”
“I’m capable of reproduction. Perhaps it’s classified differently, here. These are the terms most similar to the process in our language, for my species. You have the parts to create an offspring. I have the parts to carry and birth that offspring. Is that not procreation and reproduction?”
“They’re synonymous here.” Seungmin mutters, though he’s not sure why. The last thing he wants is to help Jeongin. If that’s even his name.
“Oh,” he says again. “Well. Either way.”
Jeongin’s hands go to his belt buckle, undoing it with deft human fingers, and Seungmin blanches. He thrashes in his restraints, desperate when he says, “No, Jeongin. Please, listen to me, I don’t —”
Jeongin sheds his pants then, revealing the same lower half as the Mewtwo. His pelvic area, that Seungmin assumed was flat, ripples as it slowly splits, slits in a small “x” shape forming before the skin seemingly retracts, rippling until it changes into something that looks awfully similar to a cunt.
Seungmin swallows.
“Do you not like it?” Jeongin asks, genuinely concerned. “I can change it, to the other organ. Jisung said that Minho —”
“Please do not share details about my brother’s freaky and twisted sex life with his alien toy.” Seungmin demands. Jeongin’s sprouted a modest penis, generating from where the clit of his cunt was, but the opening of his pussy is still there. It sends Seungmin’s mind spinning.
“Is toy another adjective for potential mating partners?”
A wave of nausea overtakes Seungmin. He can feel the bile rising this time, but Jeongin is there again with his cool hand, and all his sickly feelings dissipate.
This time, his anger does, too.
The longer Jeongin’s hand lingers on Seungmin’s skin, the more Seungmin can feel his emotions changing completely against his will. It’s like he’s having his first out of body experience — he’s fully conscious and aware of what’s happening, but he has no control over the emotions that flood through him, of the way blood rushes straight to his cock until he’s so hard it’s bordering on painful, precum leaking from his slit.
Jeongin keeps one hand on his forehead and reaches down with the other, running two his middle and index fingers over Seungmin’s slit, gathering the wetness there. He watches from inside his own body, completely unable to control himself, his limbs, as Jeongin brings his fingers up to his face. He rubs his two fingers together against his thumb, spreading the wetness around before separating them, a thin string of Seungmin’s arousal pulling before it snaps.
Tentatively, Jeongin licks his fingers, then rubs his tongue between his lips. Seungmin’s cock gives a pathetic throb, one that is unfortunately all Seungmin’s doing.
“It’s different,” Jeongin notes. “Not bad. Enjoyable.”
Seungmin makes a noise, unsure of the emotion he’s trying to convey. Internally, he feels disturbed, angry, but Jeongin is making him feel calm, aroused.
“I won’t tell you how I know that.” Jeongin smiles teasingly, looking human for the first time since Seungmin woke up in this awful place.
Gently, he reaches beside Seungmin’s head with the same fingers he just licked and presses a button, and then Seungmin’s being tilted back on his lab table until he’s completely horizontal.
Jeongin keeps one hand on his forehead, taking his licked fingers now and returning them to the head of Seungmin’s cock. He presses down on his forehead until more precum spurts out, and Jeongin spreads it around until the head of him is coated in it, slippery and sticky and wet. He keeps going until Seungmin’s cock is wet and slick, and then Jeongin grips the base of him and twists.
A broken moan echoes from Seungmin’s throat, and Jeongin smiles. He moves his hand over him in a way that mostly feels medical, a means to an end, but Seungmin’s still painfully hard and it feels so fucking good.
His brain is a mess. He doesn’t want this, doesn’t want a hand job from Jeongin and doesn’t want to be part of some twisted, fucked up space mission to repopulate some distant Mewtwo like alien race. He feels the fury in his soul, feels the stubborn part of him that insists on trying his damndest to resist, but he can’t. Not when he’s strapped down to this table by an invisible force and Jeongin’s forehead keeps him pliant, keeps him horny and seeking, desperate for more.
“Oh, Seungmin,” Jeongin breathes. He looks Seungmin in the eye, now, smiling softly as he continues to stroke Seungmin’s cock like a fucking natural, like he’s given hundreds of mindblowing handjobs and this is just a normal Saturday evening for him.
For all Seungmin knows, it might be.
Too soon, Seungmin’s close. He can feel the way his balls start to tighten, the way his body starts to feel like molten lava as his orgasm begins to slowly crest.
Jeongin’s moving, then. Seungmin barely has time to blink before he’s climbing onto the table like it’s nothing, the cock he created pink and hard and leaking, the cunt he created slick and glistening before Jeongin removes the hand around Seungmin’s cock and sinks down. The glide of it, the heat, the silky tight grip encompasses Seungmin’s dick in a way he’s never felt before, and then he’s coming, the most forceful and fulfilling orgasm he’s ever had in his life overtaking him, making him cry out in both joy and in upset resignation as his cock throbs, filling Jeongin’s cunt with come till it starts to overflow, leaking back out onto Seungmin’s cock.
He wanted it, but he didn’t. He knows he didn’t. But it’s hard to suss out what parts of him are actually him, and what parts of him are Jeongin’s doing.
“You did so well,” Jeongin murmurs, rubbing Seungmin’s forehead gently, but not taking his hand away. “You did so well. I’ll make it better now, I promise. You’ll only remember lovely things.”
Seungmin doesn’t know what Jeongin means, but before he can even begin to try to figure it out, his mind goes black, and empties into nothingness.
+
At breakfast the next morning, Seungmin feels weird.
“How’d the date with Jeongin go last night, Mong?” Jisung asks, his cheeks stuffed to the brim with rice and fried egg and kimchi.
Seungmin narrows his eyes at Jisung. He feels…like he’s supposed to be mad at Jisung for something. But he doesn’t know what. Or why.
“Fine.” Seungmin answers, trying to keep his tone neutral.
Jisung lowers his voice, eyes on Minho where he’s washing dishes at the kitchen sink when he asks Seungmin, “Did you get laid or what?”
Memories come to Seungmin in flashes. He remembers drinking a little too much with Jeongin. Falling into bed at his apartment. He doesn’t remember what they did, exactly, but he knows Jeongin made him come within an inch of his life.
He doesn’t remember getting home, though.
“Yes,” Seungmin hisses, elbowing Jisung in the ribs. “Will you be quiet and eat your breakfast?!”
Jisung giggles. There’s a knowing glint in his eyes that Seungmin immediately frowns at.
Okay. So he’s definitely supposed to be mad at Jisung. Though he doesn’t know why, his gut tells him that he is, so he reaches out and grabs at his bicep, pinching hard. Jisung yelps in pain, bits of rice and egg flying around as he cries out. Minho spins around sharply, eyeing the two of them, but Seungmin ignores him.
The smug bit of vindication he feels will have to be enough until he calls Jeongin later to sort out the drunken details.