The Pearled Seas - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

[ihadabadday]

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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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.

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"I... I guess so." He admitted sheepishly. John, he was John now, not Freebazz, didn't know much about his species. It wasn't like they had learning guides.

He shifted a bit against the water and sand, whimpering. He ached to... He wasn't sure.

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Sherlock was torn between being unsure, being aroused, and being concerned for John, he looked uncomfortable.

"Are, you okay?" He asked softly, leaning his head away when John started to rut into the water a bit. He had a feeling that he knew what the fishman might be thinking, but the thought filled him with dread. Even if they had the same idea, he had no idea how or if it would work, or if John would tear apart his insides, if.. that was what was on his mind.

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John stared at him. "I need you to mount me and mate with me." He begged, "Please. I need it."

His voice was hoarse and he seemed so incredibly desperate. He needed... The mer whined and shifted on the ground.

"Please."

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Sherlock gulped "I... have.. no idea.." He didn't know where he would even put.. well, anything. He'd see where John's penis came out, but of course that was full right now, as John was still quite erect, and leaking a bit.

"How... " He looked around as best he could, but he had no idea what to do.

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John whined and rolled over into his belly. He shifted a bit, raising his hips.

If Sherlock were to look, he could see an opening hidden by the scales. Not unlike a woman's labia.

"Please..." he begged, "Please."

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"Oh..." He said, softly. He figured that was where, well it may look more like a female vagina, but it probably acted more like... well.. a butt. ''

Sherlock touched around it, gauging John's reactions. At first, he touched and explored all around it, before he tentatively pushed the tip of his finger in, then back out, and then again, just a little deeper.

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He shouted when that finger dipped in. Yes. Oh yes. He panted and squirmed a bit.

"Sherlock..." he moaned.

John had no idea if the mating would be successful since they were different species, but he ached for it. To give the human babies. Gorgeous, squirmy babies.

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Right now, Sherlock wasn't even thinking about there possibly being any repercussions with this, because not only were they different species, but (as far as Sherlock knew at least) they were both male. So the thought didn't even occur to him.

All he was thinking about was how in the world was he going to do this? He had no idea if he would even fit. He didn't know a think about fishman anatomy, and he'd never been inside a male or a female, so he didn't even have any human anatomy to compare to.

But he figured that he had to try to get at least a couple of fingers inside, since his cock, while not thick at all, was slightly longer than average, so it seemed from seeing men bathe on a ship.

He pressed a second finger up against the hole- whatever it was.

"C-c-an I?" He asked, nervously.

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He nodded. "Yes. Please..." the mer shifted and shifted under the ministrations. Oh. It was feeling good. So good. He shifted his fin a bit, whimpering.

He wanted to mate. He wanted to be one with the man. Yes. John groaned. This was so intense.

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The second finger slid in fairly easily, as the hole was just under the water, which mean that there was little friction. He was warm and wet and tight around his two fingers.

"Johnnn." He said, softly. "I.... " He shook his head, he had no idea what to say. He shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't. What if he didn't fit or if he hurt John?

That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I.. have no idea if this will work.." He admitted while working his fingers slowly in and out.

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He whimpered as he felt that second finger enter him. The blonde relaxed, shivering at the sensations. Oh. Oh goodness. Yes.

"It will. It will." He nodded. He wanted it to fit, John was desperate. The urge to be mated was rising.

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Neither of them really knew if it would, but Sherlock didn't press the point. It was obvious that no matter what, John was going to want him to do this.

There were still so many alarms going off- he hadn't even known him for 24 hours.. he was another man, and he was a fucking fishman, most of all. He has no idea what was going to happen if he did this.. Everything was screaming at him not to.

And yet, he still couldn't make himself stop.

He had been curious about being with another man since before he stepped onto his first ship at 15. Bur he figured that it would never happen. And being a sailor, there was no pressure to find a wife, so at least he didn't have to pretend to like women.

"S-s-should.. I.. umm.. try a third finger?" He asked, really having no idea what he was doing. He had to guess, and go by what John was saying and doing.

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"Please." He begged, "Please."

John was trembling and gasping. He arched his back, trying to push back. He needed. He wanted.

"Sherlock..." he gasped. The human had expressed interest in his normal accent. So he was making sure to use it more. More.