A/N: Hey ya’ll. So this is THAT chapter. This story is pretty nsfw and gorey as it is, but oh boy. This is the one. So if you find things like gore, body horror, vore, cannibalism etc. terrible, horrible, and that stuff will ruin your day, you can honestly skip this (I’m actually surprised you’re still here. Thanks for reading). You won’t miss much of anything ‘new’ other than a bit of a call to how spiders eat. You’ve been warned. For everyone else, consume to your heart’s content. 🙂

Kam hugs Asa’s body close. He rubs his hand on Asa’s back as Asa’s body begins to shift and morph. Asa’s body ripples. The brush of a leg on his stump arm makes him shiver. Kam opens his eyes to eight looking back at him: an extra for each freckle dotting Asa’s face. Asa smiles sweaty, drool or venom dripping from his fangs as his mouth waters.

“I’m going to eat you now. It won’t hurt. I promise.”

“Stop talking and d-ahhh!” Kam moans as Asa’s fangs sink into his left shoulder. They are smaller than needle pricks on his skin. Kam tightens his grip, then slips his hand behind Asa’s head. He pulls Asa closer and pushes his head into his shoulder. His free arm rubs against Asa’s side and he appreciates Asa’s muscular toned body. The tight bumps where Asa’s spider legs jut out of him tighten in anticipation of his touch. 

The fangs inject a warm liquid into Kam’s body like a shot from a skilled nurse. It spreads slowly from his shoulders, but more quickly as his heart pumps the venom through his veins. Kam figures it’s a kind of anesthesia. But instead of drifting into a deep sleep, it turns into a soothing chill that flows through his entire body. It tingles all over. 

Kam arches his back and presses his body into Asa’s. His breath quickens. His vision blurs as dots like stars in the sky dance in his eyes. Asa’s venom is pure ecstasy. Kam tries to say something, but his lips fail. He moves his hand from the back of Asa’s head and down his sides.

Asa raises his torso. Kam’s arms fall helpless onto Asa’s thighs as his eyes widen in wonder. The sheen of Asa’s hair shines in the neutral light of the dreamscape. All eight of his eyes are like emerald orbs without even a sliver of white. Even his extra legs are beautifully chitinous. This is Asa in his element. 

Under Asa’s gaze, ardor fills Kam. He is a river of magma, rushing to a cavernous pit ready to explode. He melts as the heat flows through him removing any remaining chills. But it feels so distant, like he is the soot softly falling from the sky. In the space of a moment, a breadth, the beat of a hummingbird’s wing, Kam disappears. His conscience loses the battle and he fears waking in his bed alone, but when Kam’s eyes jolt back open, he is still gripped between Asa’s thighs and pinned in place.

Asa holds his remaining hand, but can that really be Kam’s hand? It’s broken, swollen and dead as if broiled on high for far too long. The skin is tender and elastic. Asa’s maw gapes and now Kam knows that it’s his hand because it is attached to an arm: his arm. It’s deformed, blackened, and decrepit with the consistency of jello. Despite its deathly appearance, Kam can feel every touch ache like it’s acupuncture. He feels a moan coming, but it catches in his throat. 

Asa bites down and Kam’s arm sizzles and melts into his mouth. Kam feels the warmth of Asa’s tongue and pressure as he swallows. Asa continues along his arm, and it’s like his body is being absorbed. Even as Kam’s gelatin-like flesh is swallowed, he feels Asa’s esophagus pushing him down as if it was still part of him. It feels like a massage. It feels wholesome. Even as Asa moves to his legs, his other arm, his chest, the pieces of him reform inviolable within the infinity of Asa’s desire.

The dream, the nightmare, slips away as Asa consumes Kam. By the time Asa reaches Kam’s neck, all that remains is Asa, Asa, Asa, Asa, Asa, Asa, Asa, Asa. His smile. His power. His joy. His vulnerability. How much has Kam lost? He does not know. He can’t know. What he knows are the green eyes gazing upon him. He knows the fangs dripping with the jelly that is his flesh. In his mind, Kam reaches out to Asa. He caresses his cheek and says “Please. I love you.”

But he can’t.

Liquid gurgles in the remains of his throat. His arm, though he feels it digesting in Asa’s stomach like a bubble bath, stays still and lifeless. The creature in front of him: his best friend, holds his head close to his own. 

“Your mind is so beautiful, Kam,” Asa whispers into the rotting gelatinous flesh that remains of Kam’s ear. He licks Kam’s cheek. “I can’t hold back anymore.”

Stop talking. Stop talking and make me whole, Kam thinks. All that comes out of his mouth is a bloody bile from who knows where. His body is gone. 

“I’ll see you later,” Asa says as he bites into Kam’s temple. 

Kam’s consciousness sinks down like water in a drain. All is washed away, stripped clean to the bone. And yet, Kam knows what he needs to know. This is Asa. Asa is a dream eater. His best friend eats his dreams. 

Kam’s eyes flicker delicately awake to the morning sun and birds chirping. Slowly, he wiggles his toes, feeling them brush against his sheets. He rubs his biceps then stares at both his hands, attached and with his regular honey tone skin. He lowers his grip down to his crotch, unsurprised by his obvious arousal.

“Fuck.”

Kam splays out on his bed, his heart pounding in his chest.

His phone rings.