The Pearled Seas - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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For years he had heard tales of the two fins who swan on the surface. They were... Odd. At least that was what he heard. But they still fascinated him. How did they swim? What did they eat? How did they live?

That was how he found himself on the surface, watching... He wasn't sure what it was. It was large and wooden? There were lights and white things. He curled up a bit further on the rock he had perched himself on. He was always worried the brilliant blue of his scales would make the two finners see him. But they only seemed to see what they wanted.

He gasped when the weather started to change, quickly, violently. The wooden... thing... was in shallow water, it wouldn't survive. Especially if it slammed against the rocks. He swallowed and then dove into the water, even as the waves started to grow violent, battering the wooden thing about.

He heard the wood breaking and two finners and things falling into the water.

That's when he saw him. He felt an odd pull towards the two finner. As if it was right.

There was an old tale at home, of soulmates. He had scoffed at it. Ridiculous. But, the pull he was feeling...

He swam towards the two finner, reaching out to grab the man as he was sinking deep into the water.

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There was so little fat on John's body, he was so toned because of what he was. He could feel John tense under him, and then relax after the first touch.

"Nnnng." Sherlock made a soft noise when John nuzzled at his neck. He wondered if that was how the fishpeople greeted each other? But he was too engrossed in the moment to ask.

Sherlock stayed on John's belly for a bit, trying to become less anxious and awkward. Eventually his fingers moved down to where his hip would be, where skin turned to scale. He gasped, it was nothing he had ever felt before, the transition from skin to scale was flawless, easy, perfect.

And then, the scales, beautiful and shimmering dark blue like the deepest parts of the ocean. They were like fish scales but scaled up to human size, so it was quite rough against the scales, but almost smooth with them, they fit together so perfectly.

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John nipped at his neck. He wasn't sure why he did. It just felt right. Being in this two finner's arms felt right. How was this fair?

He pulled back slightly and looked at Sherlock. He turned them in the water and tugged him closer to the shore. He wanted... He wasn't sure what he wanted, other than Sherlock.

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"Mmmf..." The nip of the slightly sharpened teeth was a weird mix of pleasure and pain, and he loved. it.

When John drew back, Sherlock pulled his hand away. He thought that he'd done something wrong. "John?" He asked, confused.

But then he was met by John taking his hand and leading him back into the shallows, where the water was only up to his ankle, and John was only partially covered in water.

"John.. we have to be careful. I don't want you to dry out or sunburn, or whatever your people do when you are out of the water."He ran his hand up and down John's side, skin to scales and back. He was genuinely concerned, and he hadn't known the fishman for even 24 hours yet.

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He looked at him and laid back on the sand, stretching out and feeling the warmth. "I go back in every hour?" He knew how long he could stand sunning himself before slipping back into the water to stay healthy.

The blonde propped himself up on his elbows, watching Sherlock. Even through this all, his own penis was hard, and leaking a little. It seemed that was similar enough to humans.

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"Okay..." Sherlock said. It was obvious that he knew how to be safe. He wouldn't have survived this long if he didn't.

Despite everything, and the fact that it had only been about 15 minutes since John had given him a wonderful blow job, he could feel himself start to fill, just a little bit, as he stared at John's most unusual penis.

"When.. you.. pleasure yourself, what do you do? Can.. you.. show me?" Sherlock was nervous,and hoping that maybe that would help relieve his tension. He wanted to touch it, but he was still scared.

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He let out a breath and nodded. He wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke. It was slow at first, but slowly he started to speed up. He tightened and loosened his hand, enjoying the sensation.

John's eyes were closed as he stroked himself, his hips shifting and moving slightly with his hand. He brought his other hand up to tease and pinch his nipples.

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"John." It was the tiniest of whispers. Sherlock went down to his knees in the sand, his legs pressing against John's flank.

He reached out an unsteady hand and finally, finally touched John. It was very slick and smooth, like polished marble. It was warmer than John's body, and quite muscular, he could feel the twitching under his hand while John continued to stroke around where his fingers touched.

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He opened his eyes and watched Sherlock, taking deep breaths. "Is this wrong?" He asked softly.

John wanted this. So bad. It made his heart hurt and it confused him. Why would Poseidon have him fall for a two finner? They would be forced to be apart.

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"I... I don't know." He said honestly. He stopped moving his hand, but he kept it on John, feeling it pulse with his heartbeat. He really didn't know. Many people said that it was, to love another man.

And of course to love someone of another species, well, that just simply wasn't done at all.

Then why did he want this? Why did it feel good? Why had he enjoyed being fellated by John, and now touching him, even though it was obvious that they were so different.

Oh so gently, he ran the pad of his finger up and down John's length, all the way, base to tip. It was like nothing he had ever touched, marble and silk at the same time.

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He was trembling as he felt Sherlock touch, explore. If this was wrong... He didn't care. He didn't want to be right. He wanted this with Sherlock. Oh Poseidon...

"Will you touch me?" he asked, leaving his hand near the base. He wanted it, all of it. It terrified him how much he wanted it, how quickly his heart seemed to be hurtling towards this two finner.

But, it also soared at the mere idea of being around him.

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"Yes." It was small and tentative and a little fearful. This was new for both of them- big and scary and new and wonderful. Of course he knew what John mean by 'touch'- not these small, light touches but what he had been doing to himself just a moment before.

Just the thought was making him hard again.

The base of John's cock was wide enough that he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it, but it thinned quickly, swooping up into a gentle curve that ended in a small, pointed tip.

Nervously, Sherlock took as much of the base as he could and held what he hoped wasn't too tight. Slowly, exploring with each movement, he slid his hand up John's length. It was so muscular, it felt almost prehensile in how strong it was. But it wasn't rough at all. It was a smooth as gliding across the sea, and he found himself at the tip faster than he thought he would have.

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John groaned, he couldn't stop it. That calloused hand felt wonderful. The differences in textures. The counterpoint. He shivered and moaned.

"Sherlock..." he gasped. His accent had slipped back to what it was not even twenty four hours ago.

His heart was pounding in his chest and he just wanted. He wanted it all. He wanted to roll over and present to the man. But this touch was lovely, wonderful.

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"Don't try to change your voice for me." He said, smiling at his regular speaking voice. "Speak to me like you normally do. I love your brogue. It's soft and flowing, like the sea."

His hand hesitated a bit at the tip before he moved back down to the thick base again. Sherlock held there for moment, then went for another stroke, a little faster this time, up and then back to the base. He had no idea what to do, he was lost, in every sense of the word.

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John whimpered and squirmed under the ministrations from the human. His world had narrowed down to just that hand on him, stroking slowly, taking, loving.

He gasped and pushed his hips up, his tail hitting the water. Oh oh! He wanted... He needed.

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The tail slapping surprised him, as did the splash that came from it, and he pulled his hand back for a moment. But one look on John's face made it quite clear that he enjoyed it, so he started again.

He was still a bit unsure, and he wasn't experienced enough to keep up a clean, steady pace, but it was slow and exploratory and tight and oh Sherlock was enjoying every single moment of it.

Sherlock wondered, what would it be like when John had orgasm? would it be it alot, would it move around? would he yell out? He had no idea.. But he was pretty sure he was going ot find out if he kept on like this.

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He knew he was getting close. He could feel it in the way his body was warming, he was... He was...

John hiccuped. Oh. That was odd.

But the pleasure overrode the rest of his thoughts and he just wanted. Wanted. Oh he needed this. More of this two finner.

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Sherlock could feel John starting to tense up.. He could feel that he was close.

And then, a hiccup.

Sherlock couldn't help but giggle a bit. It was such a.. human thing to do, even when he was quite obviously not human.

He only laughed for a moment, then he went back to the stroking, speeding up a bit, his strokes long, all the way from root to tip.

"I want to see you come apart, John." He whispered. "Let go."

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John couldn't.... He didn't... He gave a cry as he climaxed, his body tensing and then relaxing back into the water and sand. He felt rather boneless. His release seemed more intense than it did at home.

After a moment he opened his eyes and smiled at the man kneeling over him. "Hello." It was his original accent, not the one that he had been mimicking.

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Sherlock felt the long, thick muscle under him twitch and tense, and then John was coming. It was thinner and lighter in color than his own semen, and there was a lot more of than any human would ever have. It coated his hand and fell across John's stomach and his scales and clouded the water around him.

He stroked John through it, and when he had one last little spurt, Sherlock stroked one more time, then let go. He smiled over John.

"Hello to you too." He said with a warm grin.

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He gave him a shy smile. "I enjoyed that." John admitted. He then sat up and slowly drew a finger through the release on his stomach. He then brought the finger to his mouth and sucked.

He pulled his finger back after a moment. "I prefer the taste of you." The blonde admitted after a moment, there was a faint blush across his cheeks.

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Sherlock had tasted himself int he past. He hadn't particularly liked it, but he hadn't hated it either.

He blushed at the admission, looking down at the mess in his scales and on his smooth skin. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out, took a bit onto his fingers, and licked.

He made a bit of a face, it was much saltier than his had been, there was something almost remotely... fishy about it.

But even with that.. he found that he liked it. He leaned down this time, and licked it off of John's stomach.

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He watched the... Sherlock in awe. Why had the gods brought this human to him? He swallowed and then gasped when he felt that tongue on his belly.

Oh.

Oh.

John squirmed under the human, trying not to trash his tail too much.

Oh.

"Sherlock..."

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Sherlock stopped mid lick and canted his eyes up towards John, a salacious grin on his face. "Yes?" He asked, then went back to licking John clean. There was a lot more than he had expected.

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He whined. This wasn't fair. It just wasn't. Why did the gods do this? He couldn't be with this human. He couldn't walk on land like a two fin.

John settled for running his fingers through Sherlock's hair. He panted as he felt that tongue continue to work over him. All thoughts of his penis slipping back into its sheath faded. He was hard again and he wanted this human. He wanted to mate with this human.

What an odd thought. In all his years, he had never wanted to mate. And now. And now... he did.

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Sherlock had been licking at John's stomach. When he moved back down, he felt John's erect penis press against his cheek.

"Damn. John." He said softly. "Can you guys.. have sex... very quickly again afterwards?" He touched the cock gently, he still couldn't get over how it looked and felt, it was so unlike his own.

God.. what would it feel like in his mouth or...

No, he couldn't think about that. There was no way that it would fit, he wasn't built for the penis of a fishman.