self destruction / self salvation

Yi Sang’s dreams have been rather unpleasant lately. Scores upon scores of nightmares fogging up his brain, tormenting him from every corner. His beloved League breaking apart, his darling Dongrang leaving him in the dust, being forced to fight monsters he couldn’t comprehend… Whenever he woke up, he’d be welcomed to Dongrang’s sweet scent in bed and bury closer into his neck.

Closer into safety.

This dream, however, seemed rather pleasant. Even peaceful. He walked through a large field not unlike the one from his hometown, wearing an outfit he didn’t recognize manufactured by a company that had yet to exist, and it seemed to go on forever. Running through the blades of grass it had been as though he were a carefree child again.

He ran until he saw a silhouette in the distance, the shining sun drawing large shadows out from its four hooved legs and strong body. Yi Sang had heard of such creatures before; centaurs. Carefully he began to approach the silhouette, its ragged golden fur covered in twisting green vines. Similar vines formed “hands” from the sleeves of its overcoat, which hung on it over a filthy robe. 

When he saw the creature, however, he felt no disgust.

Only sadness and intrigue.

“Hello?” Yi Sang called out. “Can you talk?”

It turned around, revealing its cottony head with a sedge hat atop it. Two horns poked out from the hat, looking as though they forced themselves through the woven top. 

“...Yi Sang…”

The creature opened its jaw, and that was when Yi Sang realized the sedge hat wasn’t just a hat.

It was part of its mouth. 

Sharp teeth lined the underside of the hat and its fluffy jaw, and he swore he saw eyes inside the red flesh. Drool thickened between its teeth. This beast was clearly some kind of glutton, hungry for something Yi Sang had. The eyes all locked onto him as the monster panted in ragged breaths.

“Yi… Yi Sang.”

He began to recognize the voice. A sense of horror overcame him.

“...Dongrang?”

A vine knocked Yi Sang to the ground, and he landed on his back. This thing had his lover’s voice, and it felt so painfully real.

Looming over him he stared deeply into its mouth. A bell hung in it instead of a tongue, tethered to a rope in its throat. “Yi Sang… It… It’s me.”

In this dreamy haze, Yi Sang couldn’t think with the fear he normally would upon hearing those words. “Ah… Hello, Dongrang.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve last been able…” A vine twisted around his torso. “To hold you like this… You’ve always been so — ah, so soft…” Dongrang coughed and sputtered, struggling to speak. A bizarre sense of admiration came from his voice, though it still sounded sorrowful. Yi Sang would do anything to make him feel better, even if just for a moment.

Drool dribbled from his mouth onto Yi Sang’s shirt, his coat, his tie. Parts of it were tinged slightly red, and it didn’t even register in Yi Sang’s mind that it could be blood. Despite everything, despite the danger, he felt a longing — no, a need. He needed to stay with this man forever, no matter his form! With his cock tenting in his pants he studied Dongrang’s face, some thick cotton dyed red near his mouth. 

“I just want…”

The vine twisted, tightening.

“To be with you forever…”

A pit formed in Yi Sang’s stomach when he connected the dots.

“Are you going to eat me?”

As he asked that question the vine tugged up, another one circling his upper back and under his arms, pulling him into the air, closer to his maw. His boyfriend (this is still him, right?) seemed hesitant. So Yi Sang stretched a hand into his mouth and touched a tooth, thick and sharp. He trusted Dongrang enough to the point he would allow this man to eat him whole, consume him as prey and make him entirely his. What meal could be better for a starving beast than a plump crow? 

“Are you hungry, Dongrang?”

His partner’s heavy breaths grew faster and shallower.

This gluttonous gaze drove Yi Sang crazy. He reached for his horns and rubbed them soothingly.

“If you are, I shall allow you to consume me.” 

He wondered how much that mouth of his could open up, if it were even possible for him to be eaten like this. Oh, he was always a lover of the strange and exotic, but this was a whole new level. The idea of being eaten was terrifying and perfect all at once, and with Dongrang, he knew he was safe and secure. Why did it matter that he became some sort of monster? Dongrang would always be Dongrang. 

“I want to be your meal.”

Dongrang didn’t reply any further. 

The bell jingled quietly. Dongrang’s mouth opened wide. 

Far wider than Yi Sang thought it could.

His eyes squeezed shut as the jaws snapped around him, but they shot open when he realized something.

He didn’t feel any pain.

Dongrang’s mouth still hung open, so he decided to look around with the help of the sunlight outside. He found deep holes where the gums were. His teeth were sheathed, and he had done that just to make sure Yi Sang was safe. Even like this, he still loved him. “Ah, Dongrang,” he moaned, bucking his hips against the hard bell. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but he needed something, anything! 

Even through Yi Sang, Dongrang managed to speak. “You’re… delicious,” he drawled, saliva beginning to coat Yi Sang’s clothes. The cold of the bell was strong against his dick through his slacks. It jingled and jangled as he humped it until the view of sunlight closed alongside Dongrang’s jaws. Dream logic is often unpredictable, and he managed to sense Dongrang speaking despite the fact he couldn’t open his mouth.  “Doing such a wonderful job, too. My little Yi Sang is all worked up, isn’t he?” He chuckled. “How adorable. What a good boy.”

The thick scent and feeling of the drool had an effect he wasn’t expecting. An aphrodisiac…? Was it hypnotizing him into deeper pleasure…? He couldn’t tell. This caused his arousal to peak even more, his mind becoming blank and only yearning for Dongrang, yearning to be eaten. 

“Dongrang,” he moaned softly. “Please, swallow me. Devour me.”

“My my, aren’t you a desperate one? I never knew my Yi Sang could be such a slut.”

“G — Gah…” It was true. He was being slutty, wasn’t he…?

So Dongrang tilted his head up and swallowed Yi Sang, slowly to accommodate for his size in his throat. Eventually he found himself in his stomach, fluttering his eyes shut in the darkness. The flesh pulsated and pushed all around him, against his cock and cheek and ass, his whole body. 

Whimpering, Yi Sang’s hands managed to find the zipper of his pants, pulling his pants down and finally finding his dick in his underwear. It pressed against the wall of Dongrang’s belly while he began to stroke it, fucking into the ring he made with his fingers. 

“Dongra — Dongrang!” 

He sensed Dongrang laying down. Finally he experienced his ideal, to be one with Dongrang, and ah, it was amazing. Everything was so tight around his body, already on the verge of orgasm, and he wasn’t satisfied after finishing once. The effects of the saliva left him wanting for more, and soon he was cumming a second time, then a third. It was only after the fourth he finally felt tired. Cum stained his hand but he didn’t care. After all, he was one with Dongrang now, forevermore. 

“Yi Sang, Yi Sang,” he sensed his partner say. “Yi Sang…”

Shake shake.

“Yi Sang!”

He awoke in bed, Dongrang looming over him with circular glasses. No hat, no sharp teeth, and definitely no extra legs. “Yi Sang, are you alright? You look really sweaty. Are you sick?”

Shocked and groggy, Yi Sang shook his head. “Ah, no, Dongrang. I suppose I just had a strange dream, that’s all.”

“Is that so…?” Dongrang let out a relieved sigh. “You know, some say certain dreams can be prophetic. I don’t believe in that theory myself, but it’s fun to think about, no?”

“I don’t think the one I had is possible…”

“Would you like to talk about it?” His smile was sincere and soft. 

Yi Sang sat up and slouched against Dongrang, exhausted. “No thank you. Just… hold me like this for a while, okay?”

“Hm? That’s quite alright, haha.”

And in Dongrang’s arms, he felt safe. He never wanted times like this to stop. If only he could be in this state for the rest of his life, together with his darling Dongrang.

(Still, that dream was nice…)