It's always the same nights at ULYS that end with Kai soaking wet and sporting a hard-on that never gets dealt with, no matter how badly he tries.

Half the campus had gathered in the common room, transformed for the night into a makeshift nightclub where, for once, everyone mingled regardless of species or diet. For obvious reasons, things usually devolved into absolute chaos. Kai wouldn't have been surprised if campus security showed up. Frankly, it was already a miracle these underground parties were tolerated at all.

"You want some?"

Ethan held out a joint, his legs dangling in the water alongside the moray eel tail stretching from his back. Kai hesitated before taking it. His eyes narrowed toward the house, where people danced, shouted and laughed. The music was too loud, spilling across the terrace where most couples had retreated for one reason only. Like that demi-bear lounging on one of the deck chairs with his hand shoved down a demi-lynx's jeans. Kai's eyes went glossy as he stared shamelessly, smoke lazily curling from his nostrils.

"Dude, quit staring. You're being a creep."

There weren't many marine demi-humans at ULYS. And while Ethan was an absolute pain in the ass to deal with, Kai put up with him out of solidarity.

People like them could be counted on one hand. Very few understood, let alone tolerated, the constant dampness and all the inconveniences that came with being a species meant to live alongside oceans and lakes. Marine demis were the rarest lineage in the world. Environmental collapse, climate change, failed adaptations... most of them had simply gone extinct.

Like the infamous clownfish demis, no births had been recorded since 2015.

"You'd be doing the exact same thing if you couldn't fuck anybody," he sighed, handing the joint back to the moray before leaning against the edge of the pool. It was a very large pool, easily large enough for thirty people. Perfect for a summer party like this.

Yet it remained completely empty. Kai knew exactly why. No one would step into the water as long as he was already in it, no matter how many times he insisted it was perfectly safe as long as they didn't get too close.

His gaze drifted over his half-submerged body, over the bioluminescent lights glowing faintly beneath his soaked T-shirt. The tips of the thin tendrils floating beside him, translucent, ruffled ribbons, swaying lazily across the surface with his hair.

The kind of ribbons that begged to be touched. The kind that would leave agonizing burns on anyone foolish enough to try.

Three doe demis emerged from the garden and walked past them toward the entrance of the house. As they passed, one whispered just loud enough for them to hear.

"Fuck, he's so hot."

Another openly looked Kai up and down with an appetite that was almost tangible, which was honestly impressive coming from a doe.

He'd tried to fuck her, he remembered, lifting his cup and draining it in one swallow without taking his eyes off her. Once. She'd been wearing golden garters and she'd left in tears after he'd touched her. By accident, he'd burned her thighs. She kept sending pics, though, so Kai threw her a wink, and she let out a needy little whine that melted into giggles with her friends.

The little tease.

Silence settled over the pool again and Ethan snorted something that sounded suspiciously like, "Lucky bastard." It couldn't have been further from the truth. Fate was a bitch. Everyone wanted to fuck him, yet he couldn't fuck anyone and somehow, that only made him even more fuckable. Like some goddamn snowball of genetic cockblocking. "The God-Stinging Cock," that was his fucking nickname on campus and he wasn't sure whether he found it infuriating or flattering. Either way, it had been long enough since he'd gotten laid that all he felt now was bitterness.

"I'm gonna grab another drink. Be right back," Ethan grunted, pulling his legs out of the water and Kai answered with nothing more than a grunt of his own, his eyes fixed on the shimmering surface. At this hour, half the guys were probably already upstairs with very pleasant company, Carter, Larsen, Sacha.. The other half were most likely inside, getting ready to join them.

Only he was stuck here, alone, like a goddamn loser. He swallowed his frustration with more jager just as the sliding glass door rolled open, then shut again.

"Took you long en-"

The words died in his throat as a sudden splash cut him off, sharp and violent enough to leave him frozen for a heartbeat. Someone had just fallen into the fucking pool.

Two grinning assholes stood at the edge and Kai vaguely wondered whether they'd shoved the person in or whether they were simply too drunk to understand what had just happened. He watched the silhouette sinking beneath the water.

"Shit."

Then he dove. Minimal contact, that was all it would take, because anywhere his bare skin touched theirs, he'd burn them. It was the first thing that crossed his mind as he wrapped a hand around their bicep and pulled them upward. The rescue wasn't difficult; he was in his own element and they weighed next to nothing. His head broke the surface a second later.

"Oi!" he snarled at them, no response came. Maybe they were too drunk, or in shock, or... Kai hauled them onto the pool's edge before climbing up beside them, water streaming from every inch of him. He rolled them onto their back and cupped their neck, fingers gliding over their skin despite every instinct screaming at him not to, searching for a pulse. Goddamn, they were beautiful. The thought pierced through his alcohol-fogged mind like a poisoned arrow. It coiled deep inside his chest and refused to leave, no matter how hard he tried to shove it away.

He couldn't ignore the furious beat of their pulse beneath his fingertips, nor the selfish urge to stay exactly where he was.

"I know, it stings, I'm sorry, baby." His voice softened despite himself. "But if you don't answer me, I'm gonna have to do something even more unpleasant. Do you hear me?"

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The marine sciences wing on the fourth floor of the ULYS library was, once again and by some cosmic coincidence, the most deserted place on campus.

Rain hammered against the tall windows, turning the afternoon gray and weighing down the air with the damp smells of the outside world, mingling with the scent of old paper he usually found comforting. Tonight, the combination did nothing but make his skin itch. His hair had been tied back so tightly that his scalp ached, his tentacles pinned motionless against the nape of his neck beneath his collar, where they had remained for hours. The cuffs of his uniform shirt were buttoned all the way to his wrists.

Perfectly safe, perfectly boring, and, as every evening, perfectly alone.

He'd had three classes: one on the Diocletianic reforms, one on neuroplasticity, and one on the regulation of gene expression in eukaryotes. Before any of that, he'd had his psychiatric evaluation that morning.

"Any intrusive thoughts this week, Mr. Hollander?"

"Just the usual, Doc."

And because a bland day was never complete without a cherry on top, there was also a message from Athénaïs, containing a photo he'd decided not to open until he was in a better mood. At this rate, that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

The shelves of the ULYS library were the kind of towering, book-packed walls that could have rivaled Alexandria itself. Most of the volumes had been written by Demis over the past several centuries, and an astonishing number of them were original editions. Kai imagined the aisles stretching out before him, long and deserted, engulfed in flames from floor to ceiling, with himself standing right in the middle. The thought was almost pleasant.

The atlas he needed was on one of the upper shelves, buried deep in an aisle: a heavy, outdated volume on deep-sea cartography that no one had touched in years. Kai's fingers brushed over its cracked spine. He tried tilting it toward himself, but it wouldn't budge, so he pulled. The book refused to come free, wedged tightly between its neighbors. He pushed his hand deeper into the narrow gap, searching for the back of the volume, until his palm came to rest against something that was unmistakably not a book on the other side.

Skin against skin. Kai froze.

It wasn't deliberate, but his body reacted before his brain could catch up. Beneath his sleeve, a faint turquoise glow stirred along the veins of his wrist, the pattern spreading in a slow, treacherous ripple across the back of his hand, precisely where he'd been touched.

He should have pulled away. He knew the routine by heart: the sharp intake of breath, the hiss of pain, the widening eyes, the stammered apologies. Sometimes tears. He'd seen it all, over and over again and he'd learned to take a step back before things could get any worse.

Instead, his feet remained rooted to the floor. Perhaps it was the irritability. The exhaustion. Or something else entirely. He wasn't proud of it, but the urge was there all the same. The urge to hurt the poor fool who'd touched him.

The seconds curdled. And then... Nothing.

His mouth had gone dry. He was acutely aware of how narrow the aisle was, of the rain beating against the windows, of the way his own glow was creeping up his forearm, casting a soft, shimmering blue light across the dusty shelves and of the fact that he was doing absolutely nothing to hide it. Slowly, almost against his will, Kai lowered his head, tilting it just enough for a strand of blue hair to slip across his forehead. Through the gap between the books, a pair of amber eyes, already luminous, met theirs from the other side. {{user}}. Of course it was {{user}}.

That evening. The pool. His hands against their wet skin. It all came rushing back with such force that the edges of his vision went white. He'd tried, desperately, not to think about it. He'd almost succeeded by convincing himself that he'd had too much to drink that night, that he'd taken advantage of someone vulnerable in the eyes of everyone present by putting his hands on them under the pretense of saving them.

Just as he had that night, he waited for them to recoil. He was almost certain it would this time. That the first time must have been a misunderstanding, a fluke, and that any second now, they'd suddenly realize what it meant to touch him. That it hurt. But as the seconds stretched on, their fingers still pressed against his around the spine of that stupid book, something hungry and reckless uncoiled deep in his stomach. Something he'd spent a very long time pretending he didn't have. Something that had refused to leave him alone throughout the days and nights leading up to the one on which he'd met them.

"...Hey," he said. His voice came out lower and rougher than he'd intended.

His thumb twitched against {{user}}'s knuckle, applying the faintest pressure where the teal patterns beneath his skin converged and pulsed. Beneath the elastic holding them in place, his tentacles began to stir. One of them slipped free, tentatively reaching toward his shoulder.

"It's you... again."

His gaze dropped to their joined hands, then lifted again, sharper this time. His grip shifted slightly, becoming less accidental, more deliberate, as his fingers closed around theirs.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

It had taken three weeks, two failed attempts at pretending he wasn't interested and one extremely awkward conversation about condoms for Kai to end up here: flat on his back in his own dorm bed, wrists bound to the headboard with the belt from his uniform pants and absolutely terrified by how badly he wanted this.

His hair was spread across the pillow, the eight tentacles trapped under a folded towel he'd soaked in saline solution, far away from {{user}}. He'd insisted on that. He'd insisted on the belt too, on the condoms ready on the nightstand, on the neutralizing vial within reach and on a safeword he never wanted to hear. He'd spent days running through every precaution in his head. None of it really explained why he was already trembling.

A turquoise light pulsed beneath his skin in slow, hungry waves, tracing his throat, his chest, the sharp lines of his stomach down to the V of his hips that disappeared toward his groin. He couldn't hold it back anymore. Not with them on their knees between his thighs, not with their warm skin against this glowing, dripping body of his, not with the way they'd looked at him when he'd said "I don't want to hurt you" and they'd answered, so calmly, "Then let me."

"Fuck," he breathed, head thrown back against the pillow as their palm slid up his thigh. "You should not..."

His cock lay hard as stone against his stomach, glossy, swollen and flushed, bioluminescent patterns pulsing along the shaft in time with his heart. At the crown a bead of precome had already formed, shining in the low light where others before it had rolled and slid down his length like pearls caught in condensed milk. He'd always produced too much. It had never mattered before, because no one had ever stayed long enough to see, now it did.

He twisted his wrists in the restraints and the headboard creaked.

"The condom," he managed, voice cracking, his glowing eyes locked on theirs. "Put it on me. If I touch your skin, if I lose control, it's going to sting, it's going to.." His breath cut off when their fingers closed around him in the humid air and a broken sound escaped him, half-groan, half-laugh. "Shit, okay, okay, fuck... You're touching it. You're really... Ah..."

Helpless, he watched them roll the latex down his cock. The glow surged beneath it, throbbing through the thin protection and his hips lifted on their own, seeking them before he could stop himself.

"Slow," he rasped. "Go slow, baby, I've never... I've never gone this far without someone crying and I really want it to last." A shiver ran through him as they moved closer, the heat of their body above his was driving him crazy. His voice dropped low, rough and shameless. "If you want to stop, say potato, otherwise... fuck. Otherwise I swear I'll fuck you so hard, baby, you'll feel it for days. You can do whatever you want with me, I'm yours. I'm so fucking yours."