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Black Hole was known to be a stoic entity - a being without many emotions. He prided himself on preventing death, and that was it. He was supposed to be a celestial being, above mortal things such as love and desire. But… something changed the moment he became close with Tree.
He felt an attachment towards this object, an intense aching for closeness that no amount of interaction could satisfy. He was able to hide just how strongly he felt towards Tree at first, but over time some odd behaviors developed that if anyone were to look, they would see right through him.
It started innocently enough - floating as close as he could to Tree, to the point that his gravity gently rustled his leaves. But as time went on, he found himself getting more and more attached to him. He began talking with him more often, and was jealous when others talked to him.
Of course, he’d never say that out loud. He wanted to be seen as a functional team member, not some sort of jealous monster. But the feelings remained - whether it was Fanny and Tree having a boring conversation or Tree laughing at Lightning’s subpar jokes, he didn’t like it at all.
Black Hole didn’t want to be jealous over his friendship, but he knew he was the only one who could be friends with Tree properly. They didn’t know his lying smile from his normal one. They didn’t know every meticulous detail about his life because he was just that close to him.
Every waking thought was about him, from whether he was in space to unwind to with his team doing challenges and activities. He examined every interaction in his mind for evidence to feed this growing fascination. Although he knew he shouldn’t overthink like this, it felt nice to think about him.
The black hole knew something was amiss, of course, but couldn’t bring himself to find out the specifics. It simply just felt too good to leave it alone. Tree’s voice, his mannerisms and his being, they were the only things worth paying attention to. His thoughts about him were all-consuming in nature, just like Black Hole himself.
He had all sorts of thoughts about him, even ones he wouldn’t admit to himself he had. He wanted to be hugged by him. He wanted to spaghettify him. He wanted a kiss from him. He wanted him to only talk to him. He knew that his mind was strange, but it never had desires like this.
He felt violently fixated on him, the way that his leaves rustled in the wind, the slight crack in his voice whenever he got shy, his sassy demeanor. He noticed it all, taking it within him, every detail encouraging more and more thoughts.
Black Hole only realized it was love when the fantasies started, long thoughts of being close to him in a way nobody else ever has. He wanted Tree to think about him like he thought about him, to mark his territory by saying that he was his forever.
Of course, he knew that couldn’t be true. Tree was mortal, and would eventually die permanently, even if it took longer than other objects. He tried not to think about that, as it usually led to a self-loathing spiral where he wondered why he would fall in love with someone who can die in the first place.
He was normally never one to complain about his form, but ever since he fell in love with him he’s been finding his lonely nature and inability to be touched the subject of his spirals. He now wished he was a normal object, able to touch and be touched outside of his fantasies.
He wishes he wouldn’t think so much - it was stressful ruminating over everything wrong with him and the universe around him. But he found himself back to the thoughts again and again, sucking his attention in like a black hole. It was like there was no escape.
He thought the fantasies of Tree couldn’t get any worse, but a certain incident set off more strange feelings within him.
The team was camping - a bonding activity suggested by Tree himself. He seemed so busy with setting up the tents and the activities that he hadn’t had much time to do much else - including using the bathroom. The others didn’t notice the slight tremble in his legs, but Black Hole did.
At first he was only concerned, he didn’t want him to embarrass himself. He didn’t know if he could watch if he actually wet himself. Though, the mental image of Tree’s face while he lost control tantalizing in a wrong sort of way. The black hole knew he shouldn’t be thinking this way.
The night went on, and Tree only became more desperate, his thighs trembling from trying to hold it in. Black Hole knew he had to do something soon or he would be witness to a very embarrassing scene. He approaches Fanny, who was having a conversation with Tree.
His administration of a distraction was quick, talking about the time he had to eat bugs for a challenge like nobody heard the story before. Fanny rolled her eyes, but reluctantly listened as Tree snuck away, giving him a grateful look before fully slipping away.
His story faltered as he saw the look, so genuine and tender that if he had a throat, there would be a lump in it. Fanny gave him an annoyed look, almost as if she knew, but decided not to say anything.
Black Hole’s tale of him eating bugs became more and more garbled as it went on, distracted by curiosity as to what he might see if he followed Tree. Fanny looked displeased to have her time wasted, shooting him a look that says “just go already.” He took the hint, quickly making up an excuse to leave and floated off in the direction the tree snuck off in.
The forest some distance away from the hotel was quiet save for the occasional sounds of crickets chirping. It didn’t take long for him to find Tree, the sound of urine hitting the ground loud against the tranquility of the forest. He peeks from behind a tree, taking in the sight.
Black Hole felt the image sear into his mind the moment he saw it - a tentacle with the slightest curve, thin and noticably long although it was flaccid. It was the color of his leaves, lying limply in Tree’s hand as he peed onto the ground, a slight crouch on his form.
The celestial being felt something warm go through him for the first time at that moment, something that was beyond love, though he didn’t know it yet. He felt an iridescent blue blush on his mass as he watched as he was stuck there.
He knew this was wrong, that he should give Tree his privacy. But there was something alluring about the relieved look on his face, the way his shoulders relax after holding it in for so long. It was a vulnerable side of him that he didn’t get to see often, almost forbidden in a sense.
That tentacle looked so soft and sensitive in his grasp, even if he wasn’t doing anything sexual with it. He wondered what it looked like erect, twitching and throbbing as it let out a string of cum. He wanted to know what Tree would look like in the throes of his orgasm, panting and gasping.
He held back a gasp at his lewd thoughts, even as he watched him empty the contents of his bladder on the tree. He usually never thought of these kinds of things, let alone intensely like he’s doing right now. Strangely, he felt almost giddy at his thought process, the nature of it all making it perversely pleasurable to think about.
The stream began to die, and the sound of it faltering snapped Black Hole back to reality. He quickly floated away before he was caught, feeling burning shame at the images that were plaguing his mind moments earlier. How could he watch his friend relieve himself like some sort of deviant? He didn’t like how he could lose control like that, as he usually was so composed.
Over the next few days, the sight of his cock was all that Black Hole could think about. Something primal within him yearned to see it again, and he was beginning to become scared of his thoughts. He had never felt this before, this warm longing that seemed to envelop every part of his being.
He didn’t have anything that could touch him, and that frustrated him immensely. He was floating in an isolated part of space, seeming to be at the beginning of yet another spiral. Why does he feel these things, if he couldn’t relieve them? It seemed to be a cruel cosmic joke.
He felt this hot feeling within him, this wanting that seemed to go beyond love - but if it wasn’t love, what was it? He’s heard some of the cruder contestants talk about it; being “horny.” He felt his mass heat up at the thought of this new feeling being horniness.
If he felt horniness for Tree, maybe he would feel horniness for Black Hole, too. The mere thought sent a jolt of warmth through him, although he knew deep down that it was impossible. He felt his mind begin to drift off.
Black Hole didn’t know what to do now, with the constant stream of fantasies that flowed through his mind like a toxic river, poisoning everything it touches. He knew he was in too deep - was this how objects normally felt when they were in love?
Black Hole knew that horniness was usually relieved by someone touching him or him touching himself, but he didn’t want just that. He wanted Tree in a soft embrace, close and intimate with him, just the two of them. He didn’t want anyone else to be in the way of the imaginary intimacy, his breathing becoming heavy.
He wanted him to say he appreciated him. He wanted him to say he loved him, that he was as fixated on every breathing moment of Black Hole’s life, that he wanted this too. He grunts in frustration as the feeling becomes too much to bear, trying to get rid of the thoughts.
However much he tried, he couldn’t shake the image of everything - from Tree in the forest to the fictitious images of him pleasuring himself. He couldn’t help it, he thought, he was in love.
He hated being in love.