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wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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The tease of tentacles against the rim of his hole feels odd, but the tentacles are so slick that there's barely any friction, just a smooth glide and pressure. He moans again, staring down at his stomach and the tentacles still curled around him as he nears climax. Every press sends an rippling thrill through his gut, up his spine. The eggs inside him are shifting against each other and pressing out against his belly, oddly stimulating.

It comes as a surprise when he does come. His cock twitches weakly; come is more milked out of him in a dribble than anything else by the tentacle curled firmly around his length. When the sensation washes through him, it leaves Heine feeling utterly exhausted and aware that his body is trying to tighten again. It's a futile effort, for the most part, but as he's lifted from the water to the side of the pool, the largest egg trying to slip out of his body is held in—barely.

The warmth of the slick is far from fading, and Heine lies limp and still on the ground, coming back to himself. A solid surface is more disorienting than water at this point. For a few minutes he just blinks at the stones by his face, adjusting to the heavy weight of the eggs in his stomach.

After Jade comes, he's turned over and also brought to the side of the pool and deposited gently so he can catch his breath. Though letting its mates stray is dangerous, it's a risk the creature has to take in order to complete the next step of its reproductive process. Having two mates arrive at once was already a fortunate coincidence. It'll take the odds of letting its mates wander to find more genetic material for the eggs.

The cold air almost feels like a bucket of ice being dumped over his head. Jade gasps, winded, every bit of him shaking and over-sensitive as he tries to draw in enough air to steady his racing mind. He's barely aware of what's happening, only that instead of the endless water around him, he's back on solid land, and he feels heavier than ever without the water to buoy him up.

He needs to get away. He crawls on his hands and knees, making it a few steps away from the side of the pool. Then his strength gives out on him, and he simply collapses, curled up on his side.

Hearing movement, Heine looks over. All of his movements are sluggish, and it also takes him a second to realize how much Jade has been affected by the eggs. Neither of them are in much state to move or communicate, it seems. But Heine manages to sit up, movements ginger to avoid jostling the new swell of his stomach. As he does the fog in his mind clears just slightly. They're down in the Durmstrang dungeons, they'd just... had that happen. And now they have to get out of here. But he doesn't think he can walk, at least not without looking obviously strange.

He could blame Jade for this—and he probably will—but for now he needs to get them both clear of the pool. And find someone else to—Heine shakes his head. His thoughts are still disjointed and strange, but there's a strange urge to seek out another person, and...

No. He dismisses the thought and Conjures a stack of towels even though his hands are shaking. It's just whatever crap that thing put into his body talking. He'll find a way to deal with this and no one else will have to know. Having decided, even though his brain still feels fuzzy, he lofts a towel over to land on Jade. Or, two feet to the right of him. Close enough.

Something goes sailing over his head. Jade blinks, turning sluggishly in an attempt to see what it is. A towel...?

He should undress. His school robes are still heavy and water-logged around him, weighing him down as much as the...as much as the eggs do. There's no point in denying that the eggs are there, right inside him, stuffing him full. He needs to get rid of them.

But first, he needs to get out of here.

With great effort, he braces one hand against the floor, slowly pushing himself up. Every movement seems to sap his energy. For a moment, his eyes flutter close, his willpower no match for the exhaustion weighing him down.

Heine wraps himself in one of the other towels, slowly becoming more and more aware of the scale on which he's been filled. There have to be at least a dozen eggs; he can't quite remember through the haze. It feels at once awful and oddly... like something he's comfortable with, despite the physical strain.

He ignores the second feeling as best he can. He also doesn't look at Jade as he shifts his position and tries to push one of the eggs out. The second he tries, something shoots up his spine into his brain, originating from around his stomach, and every thought in his mind disappears.

It takes a few seconds for him to bring himself back together after that. Blinking in confusion, Heine tries to recall what it was he was doing, and can't quite figure it out. Dazed, Heine stays sitting on the floor.

It takes a great deal of pushing and pulling (or it seems to, at least), but finally he gets his heavy outer robes off and decides it's good enough. Somewhere along the lines, his wand had ended up back in his hands, the wood smooth and warm to the touch. Even in his exhausted state, it only takes a flick of his wand to dry himself off.

He feels better immediately. There's still the towel lying on the ground, waiting to be used, so he wraps that around himself as well and goes to check on Professor Rammsteiner. Why is he just sitting on the ground?

"Professor?" As soon as he speaks, he frowns. His voice sounds strange, low and a little husky, and his mouth feels dry. Which is odd, considering how long he's spent underwater. Stranger still is the sudden itch inside him, a nebulous desire to have something thrusting into him, filling him up.

He swallows, uncomfortable with his own thoughts. What is happening to him?

Sitting on the ground is uncomfortable. He's naked and swiftly cooling off with the stone floor underneath him. But the effort it would take to get to his feet seems too much, right now.

"What?" His throat is sore, a stabbing pain in it when he swallows too hard. Heine winces and folds himself more tightly in the towel, not wanting Jade to see him. Despite the pain, though, it feels strange now not having anything in his mouth or—fuck, what the hell.

"I'm getting up." Slowly, but he's getting up. Heine still can't look fully at Jade, but the lingering effects of the creature's slick make him less confrontational about the cause of the event than he otherwise would be.

He makes a non-committal noise. Without a word, he uses his wand to tap Professor Rammsteiner lightly on the head, casting a Disillusionment Charm on him.

Not seeing Professor Rammsteiner doesn't really ease away that strange itch he feels, annoyingly enough. But at least it's not a complete waste of time. It'll probably be better for them if they can slip back into Durmstrang, unseen.

As a general rule, Jade doesn't really care about his own reputation, or how he's perceived by others. But even he knows that showing up to school with his belly swollen with eggs is a bad move.

Twitching slightly as the magic falls over him, Heine manages to stand on his feet more or less steadily a second later. He looks down to see the effects of whatever Jade had cast. Even if Jade can't see him, he keeps the towel around himself.

He doesn't want to talk about it. Heine would much rather just go back to his own room and stay there until this passes, somehow, but knowing Jade he'd just break in anyway.

So he has to. Just to get this over with.

"Can you get them out? On your own?" Heine can recall now, that he'd tried, but the seconds immediately after are a vague blur. At least the fact that Jade can't see him is at least slightly comforting, and as he talks Heine gingerly touches the curve of his stomach with one hand, feeling out how much he's stretched to accommodate.

He shakes his head a little, then frowns. No, that's not quite right. It's not that he can't get them out - it's that he's never tried.

"Give me a - " He stops abruptly as whiteness sweeps over his mind.

Heine watches, not too closely, but he can't fail to see the way Jade freezes in place.

"What is it?"

For a second or two longer, he just stands there stiffly, staring at nothing. Then he shakes his head, looking at Professor Rammsteiner with the beginnings of a frown.

"Did you say something?" He asks. He could have sworn...

His frown deepens as he raises one hand, rubbing at his head. What's happening? He's never been this distractible before. He's always been proud of his focus. The beginnings of unease cloud his mind as he glances at the pool of water behind them, now innocently still, and wonders if the creature there really could have affected him that much.

"You stopped responding." He'd been tempted to wave his hand in front of his face, but since he can't be seen anyway he hadn't bothered. Was that what had happened earlier? Heine follows Jade's gaze back to the pool, feeling distinctly uncomfortable now.

He has an inkling of what the creature wants. They're eggs, after all. And now, when he doesn't push the urge away immediately, he can recognize the odd urge he'd felt as the desire to be fucked.

He looks at the shimmer of air that signifies Professor Rammsteiner's location. "Really?"

But now that his teacher mentioned it...yes, he does remember that happening, a vague, dream-like memory. But Professor Rammsteiner had something before that, hadn't he? Something to do with...

It's too much effort to think. He should stop-

No, that can't be right. That thought can't have been his own. Thoroughly disturbed now, Jade casts a Disillusionment Charm on himself as well, keeping his wand in hand even after he's done.

"I think something is tampering with my head," he says, looking at the pool again.

It definitely seems like even after leaving the pool of water, they're being affected by its inhabitant. Heine takes a moment to Conjure himself some new clothes—at least a robe he can pull over his shoulders and close over his front—even if no one can really see him.

"We should get out of the area." And find someone new. Heine accepts the second thought without even thinking about it. A moment after he does, he realizes, and tries not to startle violently at the accompanying sensation of something wet and warm working down the inside of his thigh. It's leftover slick from the creature, he figures, but it feels weird.

(He doesn't want to consider the possibility that it's his own body's creation.)

"Afraid that it'll do even more to you?" Without really thinking about it, his hand comes to rest on his stomach, and he winces a little at the feeling of a curve that shouldn't be there. This whole situation is incredibly wrong.

Maybe getting out isn't such a bad idea. At least it'll be warmer out of the dungeons. He dries his robe and gingerly puts it back on, trying to avoid brushing against his stomach as much as possible. Even with the heavy material wrapped around him, he's still cold.

Heine doesn't reply as he starts for the exit, trusting that Jade will be able to pick out either the sounds or faint shape of his movement. He might be afraid, but mostly he just does not want to deal with anything like what had just occurred again.

Going up the stairs takes effort. Heine can feel the weight in his stomach dragging at him, his body protesting. He ends up curling an arm around his middle as he goes up step by step, wincing every time the clutch of eggs shifts inside of his body.

It takes a little adjustment to get used to following someone more or less invisible, but Jade manages, trailing along behind Professor Rammsteiner. It'd probably be wise to stay close together for the moment, just in case any complications arise.

(And there's a part of him that simply wants to stay close to someone.)

He's quiet as they go up the stairs, but just as they're about to exit to the school proper, he finally speaks up: "Wait. You know what we have to do to get these out, don't you?"

Heine is focusing on just walking, not thinking about it, and when Jade talks again he stops in place right at the top of the stairs. He knows.

"There has to be another way."

"You don't really believe that," Jade states, flat, matter-of-fact. He takes a step closer. Maybe there is another way, but finding it seems like too much trouble (and this time, he's not entirely sure if it's himself talking or the creature, nor does he care; they're united on the matter). "I don't really want to prolong this for any longer than necessary. I'm going to go find someone to help. Are you coming?"

There has to be some way. Heine frowns, watching the odd shift of the air in front of him when Jade approaches. The problem is they don't have enough time.

"...yeah." And as soon as he agrees, a fresh trickle of wetness starts down the inside of his leg.

Heine shudders, sets his shoulders, and waits for Jade to lead the way. He'll decide after. But for now, going along with Jade, it feels like he's going where he's meant to. Somewhere where he can fulfill his body's needs.

Jade takes the lead this time, trusting Professor Rammsteiner to follow. They pass through the dark, narrow corridors of Durmstrang unseen. Jade doesn't bother to take the less obvious routes unused by the majority of students; he has confidence that his charm will conceal them completely.

And he's right. No one sees them as he leads the way deeper and deeper into Durmstrang, straight towards Professor Eichel's rooms.

As they walk, Heine holds his arms close to himself, trying to avoid bumping into anyone they pass by. As they reach a familiar set of hallways, he doesn't slow down, but he starts to feel even more uneasy.

This is where Professor Eichel's rooms are, aren't they? Jade had told him beforehand that he and the older professor were studying and having sex together.

He wants to protest, but he doesn't say anything even as they reach the door. This might be their only choice right now. But there's a prickling sensation of discomfort the moment after they knock on the door and Professor Eichel comes to the door.

The door opens promptly. Without warning, Jade dispels the Disillusionment Charm over Professor Rammsteiner, but not the one hanging over himself, curious to see how Professor Eichel will react.

The older teacher seems surprised, but perhaps that isn't unexpected. If anything, he's less surprised than Jade thought he would be. "Ah, Heine. What brings you here?"

His eyes drift to the curve of Heine's stomach, then back to his face - but not exactly. Jade feels as if Professor Eichel is looking at him instead, but that can't be. The Disillusionment Charm should still be working on him, rendering him all but invisible.

"I—"

What the hell? Jade—Heine flushes dully and pulls the robe tighter around himself, stepping back. He looks over at where Jade is, halfway between angry and just confused.

"I don't know," he ends up saying. Professor Eichel raises his eyebrows, looking away from the point in the air where Heine's gaze was.

"Why don't you come inside, anyway?" He opens the door a little wider.

Heine shifts uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the cold stones under his bare feet and the scent of Professor Eichel, just a few feet away. He doesn't know how or why, but he's sure he can actually smell him, and there's a warmth growing in his stomach in response (and a faint memory that makes it worse). After a pause he follows Eichel inside.

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