Description Devon is excited to hear his lover is returning from his overseas deployment early, after escaping the outbreak of a strange virus that put the rest of his team in quarantine. Only, Scott doesn’t seem to be quite himself…
|Updated||24 Aug 2018|
Day 1Devon yawned. Almost midnight and he hadn’t accomplished anything other than watching the news all night. It wasn’t even as if anything interesting was going on, he just wanted something on and then news was consistent enough where he didn’t feel the need to change the channel every five minutes. He took a long sip of beer. It was his third bottle, but he didn’t even feel a buzz.
This depiction of Devon might lead someone to think he was depressed, or lonely, but really he was just plain bored. His boyfriend was deployed overseas and Devon was out of money, so pizza, beer, and news at home was the most fun he was probably going to have all weekend.
From the corner of his eye he saw his phone’s screen light up. A little bubble appeared that just said Scott, his boyfriend of three and a half years. Devon couldn’t help but smile a little. He unlocked the phone and the message from his boyfriend in a far away place appeared. His smile widened.
Hey babe. Some of the men down here in Madagascar have gotten sick. Army’s not saying what it is. Don’t think they now. They’re bringing us home early just in case. Can you pick me up from the airport tomorrow at 9?
Devon did a silent fist bump to the air, grinning ear to ear.
YES! He wrote back, unable to hide his excitement.
Scott replied with a heart and kissing emoji followed by a final goodnight, see you soon. Devon clutched his phone to his chest and breathed in a deep satisfying breath. Tomorrow he would be reunited with the love of his life.
“Hey Dev,” Scott replied quietly before giving his boyfriend a quick peck on the cheek.
“Well, I hope you can give me more than that! C’mon big guy, give me a real kiss,” Devon said with a touch more sass than he intended. Scott smirked at him, but his eyes remained serious. Dark rings around them betrayed long sleepless nights overseas.
“Later. You’re parked outside?”
“Yeah, in the usual spot.” Devon went to pick up his boyfriend’s oversized luggage, but his struggle against the unusual weight of the bag was evident and Scott plucked it out of his grip easily. Devon couldn’t help notice thick muscle bulging against his boyfriend’s army uniform. Scott was always big, but was he always that big?!
“Here, let me,” he grunted in a tone a little less friendly than Devon would’ve liked.
The couple walked to the car in relative silence. All of Devon’s initial questions were deflected so he stopped asking ,assuming that his partner was over-exhausted by his deployment and the flight home.
When they were both in the car and miles away from the airport Devon spoke up. “You’re awfully quiet.” He glanced sideways at his military man looking for a reaction and finding none. “Everything okay?”
Devon shrugged, letting only a hint of irritation cross his face. He scowled at the road for a beat until an idea crossed his mind. He sharply turned and exited off the highway.
The big army man startled in his seat. “What the fuck. Where are you going?”
“C’mon, you must be hungry. We’re going to that diner on Main.”
“I’m not hungry, let’s just go home!”
Devon looked sideways at his boyfriend with suspicion. Was that panic he detected in his lover’s baritone voice? Scott was usually the calm and collected one of the duo, so it was unusual to see him riled up. “Well, I am. Come on, it’ll be nice.” He turned into the Dixie Cow Diner’s parking lot and put the car into park. Before Scott could put in another objection Devon was out of the car and on his way into the small but busy restaurant. With a nervous sigh, Scott followed.
“Table for two please,” Devon declared cheerfully to a frazzled-looking waitress.
“Sure thing, love.” She glanced up to see Scott creep in gingerly. “Military eats free,” she droned before adding, “thanks for your service.” She picked up two menus and brought the couple to a window seat. “How’s this hun?”
“Great, thank you.” Devon took a seat and started thumbing through the menu. He glanced up to see Scott standing awkwardly, beads of sweat forming on the sides of his face. “Come on you lug, take a seat.” Scott slid himself into the booth, but didn’t speak. “Jeez, it’s not that hot in here, you sure you’re feeling okay?” Devon asked the big man. This finally seemed to grab his attention and he looked across the table with pleading eyes.
“No!” Scott declared before hushing his voice to a whisper. “No, everything is not okay.” Before Devon could ask what the hell his boyfriend meant, he told him. “I’m not supposed to be here. I’m supposed to be back in Madagascar still in Quarantine, with the rest of my unit.”
Devon blinked at the big man, unsure of how to process what he just heard. He simply said, “Is that why you wouldn’t kiss me?”
“Why? What is it? Is it contagious? Do you have it?!”
“I don’t know.” Scott buried his face into his hands and spoke through his fingers. “I don’t think I have it. I don’t have any of the effects….” He glanced up at Devon. “That’s how I got out. I found a uniform from another unit, one that didn’t do that expedition. And I looked healthy so…. I got out.”
Devon let out a breathy sigh and sat back somewhat relieved. “Well then, we have nothing to worry about.” He winked and let a small smile reassure his boyfriend. But neither man was reassured.
“What can I get you boys?” The waitress appeared with notepad in hand.
“I’ll have the eggs benny with a coffee please,” Devon handed his menu to the waitress and sat back.
“All right, all right. Good choice. And for you?” She looked at Scott.
“I’ll have the same,” he mumbled.
“Great! I’ll just grab that menu from you.” She reached in front of Scott and lifted the menu off the sticky table sending a wave of thick perfume into the big man’s face. His nose twitched and his eyes bulged. Before he could stop himself or deflect it he sneezed on the waitress’s outstretched hand and menu.
“Excuse me,” Scott muttered to her sheepishly. “Sorry about that.” She gave him a strained smile and turned on her heel.
The rest of their stay proceeded uneventfully. They chewed their food silently, making small talk here and there. Devon didn’t want to push his boyfriend on the elephant in the room quite yet—he’d save that for home. He did begin to worry, though, as he noticed subtle changes in his boyfriend. He was breathing heavier than usual and sweating like he had just finished a workout.
Also—and Devon almost refused to admit this to himself as it was surely impossible—he thought Scott had gotten even bigger since sitting down in the booth across from him. His muscles pushed at the camo fabric of his uniform. The idea alone made Devon chew his lip with lust as he thought of tearing that uniform off his beefy boyfriend and seeing those muscles for himself.
On their way home Devon decided he couldn’t wait any longer to bring up what he’d noticed in the restaurant. “Scott. Have you noticed anything… Different? Like with your body… Getting bigger maybe?”
Scott visibly stiffened. “What do you mean?” Devon registered the panic in his boyfriend’s voice again and saw him pulling at his collar as if to loosen it. “I don’t think I’m bigger. If anything, I lost weight.”
Devon drove in silence. He let the subject drop but mulled over it ferociously in his head. Scott was lying! He could always tell, and this time it was more obvious than ever.
“Here we are, big guy.” Devon announced as he swung into their driveway. He couldn’t help but notice Scott cringe at the last two words. He turned the key and silenced the engine. “Welcome home!” He turned to face his boyfriend and his smile dropped. “Scott??”
Scott was matted in sweat and panting like an animal. Thick corded veins ran up his neck which was noticeably thicker. Devon mistakenly thought it might be inflamed and began to panic. “Jesus, you don’t look too good. Fuck. Maybe you do have that thing. You get into the house and I’ll call a doctor.”
“No!” Scott panted, turning groggily to his boyfriend. “No doctor.”
“But—!” Devon began to protest when Scott grabbed his arm firmly.
“No.” They stared into each other’s eyes. Devon’s were clear and exuding concerning. Scott’s were unfocused, bloodshot, and feral looking.
Devon shook his head, not believing he was giving in. “Fine, but if you get any worse I’m taking you in.”
Scott accepted this and clambered out of the car. “I nap,” was all he said before heading into the house, leaving Devon to bring in his bags.
“Fair enough,” the small man grunted to himself as he slung heavy camo-printed bags onto his shoulders.
Upstairs, Scott stared at his reflection in their bedroom mirror. His thoughts came slow and muddled. He knew he was infected. Why had he sneezed on the waitress’s hand? He knew it was, at some level, on purpose. He felt a strange desire deep inside him to spread the infection. He tried to suppress it, which only made it stronger.
A crooked smile appeared on his face. He looked down at his body. His previously athletic build was replaced with a hard, vascular, bodybuilder’s build. His muscles bulged obscenely, dusted with a thick coat of hair. Barely contained in his standard issue military briefs, his mutated cock strained to break free. Fattened to monstrous proportions by the infection, it begged to release the transformation into Scott’s unwitting boyfriend…
“No,” Scott growled under his breath, fighting the strange impulses. He tried to suppress the urge… The urge to make his mate like him. He sat on the bed for a second before swinging his giant muscled feet up and diving into the covers.
Devon slammed the trunk hatch down and locked the car. “There. Done,” he said to himself, satisfied. He looked up at the bedroom window he shared with Scott with a furrowed brow. “Better check on the big lug,” he thought to himself before making his way back into the house.