Runneth Over

::Keiji::

I'd lost track of time since I'd been committed. If I had to guess how long I'd been in here, I'd say it felt like I'd been in here for about two months, I guess. It's not like they don't treat me well. It's just... my unique conditions force them to isolate me from the other patients. That, and none of my friends or family have come to see me since I came here--at least, if they had, I hadn't been aware.

I don't know what had overwhelmed me the day I'd killed Christian. They say I hadn't been myself at all. Whatever it had been, it had a mad, desperate grasp on my sense of reality. I could still taste his flesh. God, I knew I wasn't a cannibal. I didn't even remember anything from that day! Had I blacked it out? Maybe it's best I had, if that were the case. After all, the mind knows that with which it can and cannot cope... and if it shuts something out, then surely, surely it must be incomprehensible.

~*~*~

I was jerked out of a stupor by the sound of the door being unlocked. Having long since learned better than to anticipate a familiar face, I picked my head up to see it was just a nurse, as expected. She entered and closed the door behind her. I noticed a syringe hidden in the hand behind her back and snorted, embittered and unamused.

"Keiji...?" she uttered cautiously, keeping her distance. I may have been bound up, practically incapable of moving around, but they were perfectly aware of my telekinetic capabilities, so they never really were sure of whether I'd try to escape. When she saw I had made eye contact with her, she coughed anxiously, backing off a little. "H--how are you?"

"Feeling lost and abandoned as always," I uttered, distant. "You dunn' have to make smalltalk with me, you know. It makes me feel pitied, really. I know you're just checking on me, but thah's your job."

She choked up on my response, and got straight to business.

"I--I was told you've been having trouble sleeping. I have a mild sedative, if you'd like..."

"Sleep no longer brings a time without thought. I do prefer it to consciousness, though there really issunn' much distinction between reality and my nightmares. Why not? It couldunn' hurt, could it?" I know she couldn't see me smile through the muzzle that muffled my incoherent ramblings, but still I smiled.

She knelt down to me--the smell of her fear calmed that manic part of me--and bent my neck to one side, pulling down the tight collar of the straitjacket. The pierce of a needle and the cold sting of subcutaneous fluids creeping into my veins were such unpleasant reminders that I did still exist... that I was still alive... Yet... I welcomed the chaotic, uncontrollable unreality of sleep. I'd been conscious against my will for such a time. I longed for a change--I'd rather have been unconscious against my will than willingly conscious.

And, it took no time at all for sleep to befall me. The last thing I remember was chuckling quietly, utterly melancholy and feeling so alone.

~*~*~

"...Hey."

My eyes shot wide, staring onward at the far wall in disbelief. I had to have been hallucinating. Had that been... Rei's voice?

When the door shut, I knew that someone was there. I turned my head to the side to look over my shoulder at who it had been, and tears formed when I found that it really had been him. I blinked away the moisture in the corners of my eyes and threw my head back down to the floor, unable to look at him.

"Oh, don't be that way," he groaned, coming up to me and sitting down behind me. "I'm sorry it took me so long to visit. I hadn't a clue what had happened to you, and it took me forever to convince your brother to tell me. Man, you must have done a number on that one--he won't call you by name he's so afraid of you." He realized that having brought up Toshi like that had upset me and stopped, putting a hand on my side. "I'm sorry."

I sighed.

"Why did you come here?"

"Aren't I allowed to miss you?" he muttered. "Besides, you seem to need cheering up." He put his other hand on my hand that was bound up in my sleeve at my forearm, stroking at it gently.

I flustered.

"Y--you shouldunn'... I... I could hurt you... I dunn' think the nurses would approve of you touching me anyway..."

"Keiji." With little effort, he grabbed hold of the harness that had my arms bound to my forearms and dragged me up off the ground to sit up and face him; I hadn't fought him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me whether I believe you'd lay a hand on me in malice."

I sheepishly looked up at him, still embarrassed at the restraints, then glanced off at the ground and sighed again.

"You know, no one else has come to see me. I'm glad it was you, not anyone else, though."

I smiled a little, still not looking at him.

"How did you convince the nurses to let you in here alone?"

"Heh, it was enough for them to know I've been your significant other for almost three years now. They agree with me that you need some intimate human contact." He nudged my head so I would bend down, and he unbuckled the muzzle. I sat back up, with him holding the headgear. "Better?"

I stared at him hollowly, forcing a smile and nodding a little.

He held me close to him, hugging me tight, fiercely, like he didn't want to let go. I didn't want him to, but he did, realizing that having my sleeves bound up like that was making the embrace uncomfortable--not that I really cared how physically uncomfortable it was. All that mattered to me was that I had been in his arms again for the first time since I could remember. He clinged fast to me once he'd unbuckled my sleeves, and I wrapped my arms around him this time as well.

Then the tears came, silent and unrelenting.

"Lord, I missed you, Rei," I choked out, quietly.

"I missed you, too." He pulled away from me long enough for his raspberry eyes to meet mine of emerald, then he closed his and held me still, pressing his lips to mine. I fought to keep my tongue in my mouth, but the effort was vain, as Rei's soon found itself tickling at mine. I requited the kiss and smiled.

However, that familiar sense of dread welled up in me, slowly at a bubble. My sense of smell got the best of me, and I soon trailed off from the kiss to explore Rei's neck. He got a bit anxious at my nuzzling, as did I, but I couldn't help myself. Possessed by his delightful scent, my tongue traced along the prominent lines of his throat, and I began to gnaw, lightly at first, but then more powerfully, at his skin, lusting for his pulse. My jaws ached as they opened wide, my body shivering from lifelessness. I could feel my incisors sharpen into fangs. I hadn't fed in so long... Tears formed in my eyes again as I knew I couldn't stop myself. If he couldn't peel me off him soon...

Yet, instead, he pressed me nearer, benevolently, and ran his wonderful hands over my bony back.

I stopped at realizing that he was allowing me to have his life in his hands and chuckled painfully, withdrawing from him, from his touch. I slinked over to the corner and sniveled, abhorring what I'd become.

"Come on, Keiji. I know you need it. I know that your body needs it." He followed me over to the corner, on his hands and knees, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Must I... persuade you?" And then he began massaging my neck and shoulders, pressing into my flesh with his thumbs and with the heels of his palms... Despite the thick fabric from which the straitjacket had been made, I instantly melted, a slave to his touch.

"D--dirty pool," I half-complained, weakly. "You know the effect that has on me..."

"That sounds like you're trying not to enjoy it... I know you like it... 'cause I like it, too..." He smiled, laughing lightly as he pulled me nearer to sit in his lap, then continued. Each and every motion of his clever fingertips left me speechless, and I salivated. I moaned as he worked his way down my spine, his very touch making me incredibly hard. I lost my breath as he began to trace my vertebrae with his thumbs. "I know you'd like Tenshi blood, chiisai," he continued. His right hand had wandered around to my front, to my crotch, while his left had stayed at my shoulderblade. He groped of me lovingly as he whispered in my ear, "You haven't had any... Why don't you... have a taste of mine?"

I shivered, losing all prior restraint. I chuckled dementedly, shoving him backward onto the floor, snaking up on top of him coyly and glaring him in the eyes. I kissed him, then again let my lips wander to his wonderful neck. I found the holes in the sleeves for my hands and pushed them out, then moved, smiling, to run them through his short hair, dyed bright red. I sighed excitedly, then let the bloodlust consume me as I again reared back to bite, not holding back.

~*~*~*~*~*~

::Takeru::

Wide eyes flashing a mad gold, through the shift in personalities, I had not only regained my hollow complexion, but also the half-foot of height that made me 5'10". No longer did I feel so dwarfed by my tall and wonderful Rei. I clenched my teeth, grinning happily and staring lovingly into his raspberry eyes, and collapsed to hold him tight. I was too happy to see him, liberated by my lesser's inhibitions, to ruin the moment feeding.

He ran his fingers through my raven black hair, amused but not laughing or smiling--save that glimmer in his eyes that seemed to understand that I was the healthier of my two halves, the better half, but that wouldn't seem to admit it.

"Hello, Takeru," he uttered, hiding a swallow as best he could.

I couldn't quite tell whether the ancient creature feared me or not. One way or another, he definitely felt little more than tolerance for me.

"Don't talk," I whispered, empty for so long without him. "Just... hold me..." Resting my head in the pocket between his chin and collarbone, I felt peculiarly warm.

He hesitated, but eventually moved, slowly, to put his arms around me. I'm sure I'd irritated him by drawing out the vampiric act.

"...Why do you like me, Takeru?"

Smiling, I blindly traced his thin, soft lips and chiseled chin with my left hand.

"You're perfect, in thought and in reality," I replied contentedly, placing my finger crossways across his lips to brush up against his teeth. I pressed my pointed nose to his throat then, and lost all humor. "You offered your blood; the least I could do is offer my body..."

He had suggested that I'd never had Tenshi blood before. This had been half-true, I suppose, as I really cannot consider Xyra to be what I call 'Tenshi,' that degenerate wretch. I know the offer had consciously been made as an exchange, but I knew I'd subconsciously made it as a way of easing out of leaving him uninformed. I hadn't lied to him, after all--all I'd done was not correct his assumptions. What harm could there have been in having fed prior, anyway?

A forced breath of exasperation fell through his nostrils, and he clenched his teeth to keep me from pressing my hand between them. He grabbed my wrist forcefully, rigidly pulling my fingers from his mouth.

"I... already ate," he insisted, dryly.

He snorted then, snerking, and his tongue snaked out from between his lips to trace seductively the folds of my index finger. He dragged his lip along the side of it, and he nipped playfully at its tip, tugging slightly at my fingernail with his teeth. I knew deep down that he was only teasing me because I'd stolen away the one he'd truly wanted to see, and because he likely needed to give us this sort of attention regardless of which of us received it. I guess he figured both of us felt the same things no matter what; that, or deep down, he really didn't mind me as much as he let on... Despite the subconscious confession that I'd stolen quality time from the two of them, I continued, spurred by his affection, however distant he acted. I wasn't the one he wanted, yet I didn't seem to care.

My breathing became excited, watching him tease me like that. I chuckled anxiously, squirming a little when he began to suck on my finger, easing it in and out of his slightly pursed lips. Half-mindedly, I found myself repeatedly and heavily dragging my tongue along his throat, becoming more and more aroused by the second. It never was hard to become fully uninhibited when he was involved.

As he pulled my finger from his mouth, I felt his aching incisors. He sighed.

"It... your flesh regenerates itself... right...?"

I, too, sighed, both out of excitement that he actually was going to partake in the exchange as well as out of melancholy that he was concerned about permanently damaging Keiji.

"Yes... It just takes a little more to regenerate flesh that's been cast off than to reconnect that which has been severed, especially if I have to form replacement bone as well... Not that doing so is any inconvenience, mind you, Love. I'm just being honest with you... You know... he's just as masochistic as I am... All it is is a matter of taste--or lack thereof."

Smiling, I turned to my right side, laced my right arm beneath his left shoulder, and rested my head on his chest as I fingered his fiery, stiffly-styled hair. I looked up to him coyly, biting my lower lip to show my fangs ever so slightly, and again attempted to offer up a nibble to him. A bubbly, slightly hoarse laugh escaped my throat as he took two fingers into his mouth this time, and clamped down fiercely at the knuckle.

I curled my toes and my entire body went stiff as I watched him scrape my flesh from its core with his front teeth. Many times had parts of my body been severed and maimed, but this was the first time I could ever attest to having lain eyes upon the very ligaments and tendons strung about my glistening bones. Only by grinding my molars could I refrain from feeding. I hadn't eaten in so long, and witnessing such glorious pain made my hunger scream; yet, I glorified this moment and let Rei continue uninterrupted. My breathing became erratic as the blood began to stream down my palm, and he hastily ripped off the meat of my fingers to catch the blood with his tongue before it got on either of our clothes. I shuddered in delight at hearing my flesh tear--it was a sound I so rarely heard, as my telekinesis is sharp enough to split hairs--let alone at further feeling his dexterous tongue wander across my skin. Oh, the sensation of my vague consciousness still present in the flesh in his mouth...! The blood continued to flow from the wound, and I musedly contorted it into a living tendril, drizzling it into his mouth.

The psychic play got his attention immediately, and he stopped licking the wound, swallowing my half-chewed fingers without a second thought and sucking on the pseudopod-like mass which fought excitedly with his tongue. At seeing his enjoyment of my inspiration, I began to draw more into the flow, giving further definition and vigor to its amoebic shape. My telekinesis had practically taken on its own personality. It may have been little more than a delectable vessel for my mental strength to take shape, but while my blood could not itself feel, it certainly made the experience of making out with my kinesis one which taunted him by consisting of that for which his lust ached. Just because he was cannibalistic by nature did not deny him thirst for the drop of blood in a pound of flesh--that, and I was certain that he enjoyed the euphoric look on my face as he essentially mindfucked me. He explored the sanguine mass and found the bones, which were all that remained of my victimized fingers, and wrapped his lips around them, severing a mouthful and swallowing it whole. I made the mass squirm as long as I could maintain a connection with what had come from my body, and he shivered in delight at having devoured something which still felt alive.

Chuckling, I sipped up some of my blood from the wound before I left my hand to regenerate; with it still in my mouth, I pulled Rei nearer, my open mouth pressed passionately around his lips, and my blood-covered tongue, given further skill to entice, ventured to play. However, the kiss ended only moments after it had begun, as Rei shoved me away in horror, spitting out the blood that had found its way into his mouth.

Sprawled out on my back, I glared at him in shock at him having done such a thing. The sheer unease in his eyes, however, clued me in that there was more to it than met the eye--or eyes, rather. With a look on my face which must have resembled his, I slowly placed my hands to my forehead, realizing my peripheral vision reached beyond its normal ends. Squeamish, my fingertips traced not one, not two, but two sloping back from each of my natural eyes--four--and a fifth, squarely centered in my forehead, perpendicular in orientation compared to the rest. Then was it that I realized that my palms were covered in translucent, milky boils, each with a golden head. Seeing, feeling, a whopping forty-two aureate eyes emerge from my hands stole the breath from me, and I slowly looked up to him, all forty-nine eyes falling to him, all rational thought dashed.

"What... what is this...?" I uttered, almost completely speechless.

He shook his head, nauseated, inching further and further away from me.

"I... how the hell did you get ourei...!?"

The look in his eyes made me crumble. For years had he put up with me, disgruntled... and now he probably thought I had somehow mutilated the body of the love of his life...! Tears began to well up, and I fell apart when I realized that all the rest had followed suit. I had no idea what I had become.

"Please," I begged, reaching toward him, "please don't leave me..."

"God, Takeru, how the hell did you come into contact with it!?" he continued, now backed up against the wall, physically ill. "Ourei is a Tenshi STD! There's no more than thirty Tenshi on Gaia... and no one leaves Hanehasu without getting tested for diseases!"

My mind raced in panic. Xyra!

"I... I've only actually drunk Tenshi blood once..."

He instantly jumped to detail me in its method of contraction, nerves shot beyond repair.

"The ourei virus is only transmitted through blood, not sex, but it is an STD because it doesn't manifest until its host's hormones reach a certain level," he affirmed. "You, ahh... you haven't been sleeping with your... 'donors,' have you?"

"No!"

He sighed in relief.

"...You could have told me you'd had Tenshi before," he muttered, 'displeased' not quite right in describing his attitude toward the situation. "I wouldn't have been upset."

"I didn't think it was important..." I sighed, glaring myself in the hands. "I only *bit* her. I didn't actually drink that much--not more than a mouthful..." I was beginning to kick myself for having let pride get the best of me in killing the bitch.

"Wait--who?" he demanded, on edge. "She needs to get deported under quarantine."

"I hardly think Xyra Rhesh is an issue--or any of the Rheshes, for that matter."

He, too, looked to his hands, reflecting on his recent piss-poor luck. It was then that it sank in I'd infected him by not telling him.

"I... Apologies come nowhere near close enough," I began sorrowfully, inching up to sit beside him to hold him if he'd allow it. He let me put my arms around him, and I closed my eyes to lay my hands on his. "This... this is such an insane sensation..."

"You don't know the half of it. The mutations will get exponentially worse."

He sighed, taking my right hand in both of his, upturning my palm and stroking the pads of my fingers gently. I opened a few of those eyes to look up at him with them, and the hollow look on his face made me die inside. He leaned nearer to my hand, drawing it up to his face; then, he did something I did not expect at all. He licked the eye which had formed on the middle section of my middle finger, pressing just enough to keep it open as I squirmed in surprise and discomfort. His spontaneity had always been one of his better qualities, but Christ, did it feel crazy for him to lick and suck on them! After a minute, I quit fighting him, smiling strangely at being able to watch him work on it from at least twenty other angles. After a minute, my extraordinary vision began to fail me, and I looked on in horror as I saw my irises begin to cave in, miniature tongues to emerge from the pupils in my hands. He seemed to have not expected the development, either, but had gotten a reaction out of the virus, so he was pleased either way.

"The mutations are usually quite random, and very rarely make any sense. I once saw a shock-value photo of an ourei victim who had toes coming out of his mouth where his teeth once were." After waiting a moment for me to react, he became complacent. "I'll be honest, though--either you have the best luck in the world, or your shapeshifting abilities have a reign on the randomnity of your mutations. You have to be the sexiest one I've ever seen... Not that I've met many--they're considered more infectious than lepers on Hanehasu because they look so damn ungodly, even though that's far from the case. Hell, most ourei victims castrate themselves horrified of what they might mutate into."

At this, I could feel more boils creeping up my arms and surfacing on my torso and legs, and my newborne tongues heatedly sought experience. Sniveling in arousal, I withdrew my right hand from his; my tongue crept out of my mouth in search of its callow brethren. I shuddered at the delightful sensation, excitedly frenching my palm. I could feel the tongues stretching longer and longer from beneath my skin and moaned. Then, still licking and sucking on my right, I looked over to my left, seeing the beginnings of incredibly perverted inspiration.

Out of fear of poking my eyes out, I used my telekinesis to remove my straitjacket and unbutton and unzip my pants. Rei let out a low chuckle at seeing where I was going with this, and helped me pull off my pants.

"This is getting particularly twisted," he commented, possessed with watching me explore what this damned virus was doing to me. He seemed to have forgotten his prior disgust, and obviously was no longer affected by the changes soon to come to him. "I love it."

I did nothing more than laugh in response, teasing my own hand by keeping it mere inches too far away for its tongues to touch my penis. Once its tongues started stretching closer, I realized I'd gotten it too worked up--it obviously had a mind of its own now--I hastily grabbed hold of my member and let my hand have its way with me. Instantly, I was in throes, wallowing in ecstasy at being sucked on by twenty-some pseudo-mouths. I couldn't even manage to keep my right hand to my mouth, instantly letting it also explore me at seeing just how absolutely euphoric it was.

"...Wow," he awed, swallowing hard as he watched.

Looking over to him, I could tell he was envious and lonely, and I motioned for him to come nearer. However, when I pulled my hand away, I noticed that the boils had traversed even to my nether regions, and my nose fiercely fought not to bleed at seeing that even my penis was covered with what now functioned as diminutive, fangless mouths. Both of us just stared at it, incredibly hard at the thoughts we both then obviously shared. He shucked out of his pants insanely fast and nudged me to lay back in the floor. Laying atop me and grinding against me, he arched his back just enough to kiss the eye-mouth in the middle of my forehead, as he was just a little too tall to rub his crotch at mine and reach his other target.

"Aah, hello there," he laughed hoarsely as the tongues began to coil themselves around his incredible endowment as best they could. His tongue began tormenting the ones on my forehead, and I chuckled, melting at the sheer thought of tasting him with every tongue covering my body. He then froze, the shine leaving his eyes, and ill tones washed over his face. Twitching in agony, he whispered, "L--let go..."

Confused, I looked down to figure out what had happened--my dick's eye-mouths had decided to grow fangs, and clamp down, clinging for dear life, on their new friend.

"Ohh, the implications...!" I uttered in delight, visions of loveliness dancing in my head. "I've heard myths of vagina dentata, but never have I heard of penis dentatus! I'm sorry, Love...!" I laughed nervously.

I seized control of my penis and made it retract its clawlike fangs; then, curious, I tried licking the wounds with my crotch. I reveled in the taste which had found itself in all eight glorious inches. Not only with it could I taste... but the first taste I experienced with it was of my beautiful Rei's wonderful, thick, rich Tenshi blood. He began to breathe erratically, body stiffening in aching masochism as I fed off his massive ten-inch cock, sucking from each of twelve piercings of his engorged flesh.

Feeling his blood trickling directly into my veins, I grabbed him fiercely and choked out, "God, feed me, Rei...! Feed me...!!" The sheer arousal I received from sucking on his cock acted as a steroid for my mutations, for I almost immediately burst at the seams with easily five-hundred more eye-mouths, each with a tongue and fang ready to explore and feed off of him. He screamed, the fear struck back into him. I lost all control of myself, my hunger and his delectable taste far too much for me, and dug into his flesh with as many mouths as I could, ripping his skin open like a mesh.

The last thing I remember before blacking out was my haunting, completely inhuman screech as the orderlies rushed in and bathed me in tranquilizer darts.