spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

Third time already? Mmm, you may yet make eight.

[He smirked and released the hold that he had on Steve, turning over onto his stomach and lounging on the sheets even as he rolled his body again. He pressed his shoulder blades together and raised his hips.]

Steve...

[Humans didn't have slick? He frowned as he considered that and then shrugged his shoulders as he withdrew his finger entirely.] Humans are very dry creatures. Your evolution is very strange.

[He rocked his hips even as he continued to move them through the water, not one to stay in place long. That was a good way to become prey, and he could and never would do that, least of all with his precious relatively defenseless friend. It felt good, but Steve's mouth felt better he decided. He slipped a hand between them long enough to collect some of his slick and rub it on his fingers before returning to Steve's entrance and slowly pressing a finger back inside, not caring for permission. They were exploring after all. The process was far easier this time.]

I will take you there someday soon. You'll like it. [He rolled his hips, the slit loosening as he nipped at Steve's jaw and nuzzling up his friend's temple with his nose.] Yes, we are exploring. I will tell you if I feel good or not.

[ Steve is silent for a moment, trying to parse the information and break it down into something more sensible. It doesn't help that Bucky is distracting in the sweetest of ways, when he's turning back into human shape again, and seems to be happy to cuddle up.

He squeezes him in return, setting him down onto their bed and drawing him into his arms, hands roaming over his body, fond and affectionate. Life is relatively good for them now, stable, and Steve is happier for it. But it always leaves a bitter taste in his mouth when he hears about HYDRA and what it did to his mate. ]

...She died, but she's still inside you? A mermaid?

[It was always a bit more complicated, and he struggled to remember enough of her to be able to explain that the usual rules between merpeople varied in this case. He was deep in thought as they lay on the bed, trying to puzzle what he knew and what he remembered, which often didn't add up at this point.

His legs had reformed by then, cuddled into the bed and nestling against Steve, his arms smoothing up his mate's back. He even forced a leg between Steve's and kissed his mate with a single chaste peck.]

It did... eventually eat her, but it took a lot of time, I think. I don't remember how long. [He frowned, growling a frustrated noise.] After she died, HYDRA injected some of their experimental cells in me, and activated... well, I think I have a baby inside of me.

[ Steve kissed his forehead to soothe him, stirring at the frustrated growl -- but it didn't last long, because Steve was blinking at that statement, trying to thread the truths together. As far as he knows, there was a mermaid who died, whose cells were injected into Bucky.

And then -- then? ]

It activated a baby inside you? How can that be possible? Unless it's -- [ Steve paused, wide-eyed. ] How far along are you?

[He was soothed, but he gave Steve a patient look for the continued misunderstanding. It had been a long time since he had had to refer back to anything about his own kind, given how well and long he had integrated into the human top-side world. Of course, not being able to remember himself helped as well, but it was coming back to him all thanks to Steve.

He considered the question, though he couldn't entirely for certain. He was good, but this was not something that he remembered happening before. Of course, no one previous to Steve had dared come so close to him let alone had the idea of copulating with him.]

Perhaps three or four months? It's hard to tell, given that we have been having a lot of sex. [He gave Steve a pleased grin, showing all teeth as he snuggled in against his big blond mate.] Do you... have you ever wanted a baby?

Yes, baby?

[ Steve hums softly, playfully, constantly on the alert when Bucky makes those noises and arches up, tempting and entirely irresistible. His hands roam, moving up his spine, before he moves over him and kisses his way down his spine, intimate and loving. ]

Do you want me?

It's mine?

[ Steve's suspected, of course -- who else can it be? Who else would he allow it to be? Bucky is ferocious and vicious when crossed, and fiercely loyal to his mate. He tries to untangle the explanations, decides that it's best to take it at face value for now as his eyes trail downwards to his stomach.

It's true, he decides, Bucky's been growing a little belly, swelling so gently that he'd wondered, and he rubs his hand gently over it, nuzzling his cheek. He snuggles right back, happy to keep Bucky locked in his arms as he murmurs. ]

Not with anyone else. With you... I've never thought it could be possible.

[He gave Steve a filthy and unimpressed look at the automatic question about the paternity of the little butterfly fluttering inside of him. There was no question that he had mated only with Steve, and it had been often enough lately that there could be no other choice in his mind. Nothing in his memory indicated that HYDRA agents dared to come that close to him, and if they did, they ended up with their throats ripped out.

He wasn't showing too much, but he was still putting on weight for density. He softened at the large warm hand that passed over his belly, humming a soft sound and subsiding from the urge to bite his mate.]

I doubt it would be possible without previous intervention. I know there was a time when males of my species were entirely wiped out from disease. Females bred females in those bad times at sea.

[He shifted his legs apart, pressing his knees into the mattress to shove his hips up off the bed toward Steve's mouth. His clawed fingers dug in carefully, head bowing into the sheets at the hot wet line of Steve's kisses.]

Yes, only you. I don't remember feeling this hot internally before. [He turned his head enough to cast a stormy blue eye towards Steve.] Fuck me.

[ Steve nuzzled him back happily, before he gasped softly, squirming at the way his finger pressed inside of him. He allowed him to, of course, but his breath caught all the same when he felt that finger, so large inside of him.

He pushed back onto that finger, and did the same to Bucky, echoing the movement as he pushes two of his own inside his best friend's slick little hole, marveling at how he gripped him, how good it felt. ]

W-we don't need slick to survive. [ He made another soft sound of pleasure. ] Mmm, Bucky...

[It was much easier to ease his finger inside of Steve with slick, even if it was some of his own. He was still pleased as he thrust it gently inside of the other boy, remembering well what it had been like to have Steve's mouth on him. This was similar and yet completely different, and it took his entire attention.

He groaned a surprisingly human noise when Steve's two fingers pressed inside of him, filling him as no one else had dared to before. He squirmed slightly, his tail wrapping around Steve's legs to hold the other boy close as he took them deeper in the water.]

Steve, that feels very good. Are we going to mate? [Because it suddenly seemed like a strong possibility in his mind. He wanted it even, to be that close to someone else.]

[ It was, very evidently, the wrong question to ask. Steve leaned in to kiss him in order to soothe the raised hackles -- so to speak, as he let the truth of it sink in. He'd thought about Bucky's kind, too, when females mated with females to produce young. ]

I never knew that. [ He marveled, and he let his hand rest on his stomach with a soft sigh, reaching down to stroke Bucky's length thoughtfully, thumbing over the underside of his cock. ] Does this mean that males could breed males, too?

[ He'd heard of clownfish who could do that, and he thought of Bucky carrying his child, filled with a possessive sort of pleasure that made him draw even closer. ] Having a baby with you would be incredible.

[He tipped his head back slightly to make it hard for Steve to kiss him, a punishment all his own for that comment, as if his loyalty could ever be questioned. He did however relent and allow himself to be soothed, nibbling on Steve's lips carefully in his show of forgiveness.]

No, I don't think so. Males are the weaker and more expendable side of our kind. They are not required for the continuation of our species. It's why we are a matriarchal society. I think... her cells being in me allowed this to happen. [He didn't want to, but he would have to look into HYDRA files to know what had happened to him back then. Of course HYDRA had never bred him, probably had no idea what had developed inside of him to allow this entire process to occur.

He shifted with a soft sigh at the stroking, pressing his hips towards Steve's hand. He butted his nose against his mate's chin.] We are having a baby. I can feel it inside of me. [He stilled.] Do humans birth in water?

[ Steve blinked at him, surprised. To be honest, he hadn't even thought about that; the idea of mating him was an alluring one, and to watch Bucky squirm against him so sweetly, lost to his own pleasure made him earn for more, too.

He gasped, arching and inadvertently rubbing his cock against the smooth scales. He was held close, safe in Bucky's arms, and he clung tighter, pressing his face against his neck as he took a breath. The spell still held strong, but Steve's heart fluttered against his ribs, whether in anticipation or apprehension he didn't know.

All he knew was that he liked this, and he wanted to continue this. ] Do you want to? [ Steve couldn't help a jolt of nervousness, and it didn't help that Bucky's finger was up his ass, tempting and tantalizing. ]

[He rolled his scaled hips up into Steve's erection, finding that gasp such a strange but alluring sound. It was not the kind of sound that one expected underwater after all, and he knew that he had it all to himself. No one else was going to share in this like he did, and that made it all very special, like finding a treasure no one else knew about.

He took them deeper into the water, to the darkness further below the waves, closer to the bottom where all manner of debris was but little safe nooks and crannies as well. His finger was still very much inside of Steve, thrusting in and out slowly as if to get used to the sensation.]

Yes. You are someone I want close. [He hummed a soft trilling warning, scattering and sending off a school of fish.] We don't mate for life like humans seem to, but... I think I could to you. You're very special.

[ Steve decided that he never could resist that particular command, not when Bucky asked him that way. He moved against him without pause, before he captured his chin and kissed the side of his mouth, once, twice. Steve pushed into him again in one smooth slide, aching at the familiar pleasure of it, and glad that his enhanced constitution allowed him to have a refractory period that was a fragment of what it should be.

He thrust into him and bottomed out, so deep inside that he couldn't breathe, for a moment. ]

I don't think so, no.

[ Steve was very positive that humans didn't birth in water. He hummed softly when he felt his lover's forgiveness, smoothing over the bristling at the earlier insinuation. He could never doubt Bucky's loyalty, and he kissed him back sweetly, lips trailing to his shoulder as Bucky spoke and Steve considered it.

So Bucky had additional... faculties for child-bearing; and this changed everything. Soon they would need to figure out a way to deal with the pregnancy, and with whatever moodswings that came, and Steve only hoped that he was up to the task, that the baby inside him would be safe.

There were so many considerations to make, and Steve's hand rested over his stomach, as if he could somehow rouse the little one inside Bucky to his presence. He gently nuzzled against nosebutting, affectionate and sweet ] You're having my baby, and you have a piece of me inside you.

[ And he couldn't help the surge of masculine possessiveness, the pride every father felt when their mates were -- well, knocked up. ] Do you think it would take on both our traits?

[He curled a lip as if to indicate that his demand was as much a threat, but he needn't have worried that he wouldn't be getting what he wanted as Steve leaned over him. His eyes fluttered at the kiss, turning his head as much as he could to try to return the favour, but the angle was too awkward to do more than catch a little flesh of Steve's cheek.

And then he was filled again, and it tore a trilling keen from him, far more natural than any of his other attempts at such noises came. He gripped the sheets with his clawed fingers and still managed to undulate his body, and the heat inside of him strengthened.] Mine... you're all mine.

Then how do they do it?

[He suspected that with the resources of today that it would be easy to find out, what with those websites where anyone could post anything. He had seen a few of them, and he imagined that humans just couldn't resist putting up birthing videos to show their excitement for the event. He decided that he would have to look into the matter himself, since he uniquely was human as much as he was of the merfolk. He functioned just as well in both worlds for the most part.

It was going to be very difficult to keep his secret safe with this added addition to their lives, not that he regretted it at all. It was part of him and Steve, and that was something that he would treasure regardless of the danger that it put them both in. He pressed the small swell of his belly into Steve's hand, aware that it was as safe there as when he was guarding it himself.

He shifted closer, wrapping a leg around Steve's hips and slipping a hand between them to cup and grope his mate's balls.] It's ours, something we made together as mates should. I will protect this part of you that you've given me to the death.

[He shrugged and bit down on Steve's earlobe carefully.] With your serum and my changes, it's hard to say. It will be strong and healthy, that's all that matters.

[ No, no one else was going to share in this, and Steve was going to make sure that he didn't share Bucky with anyone, too. He delighted in his best friend, wanted to keep the sweet little trilling noises to himself. They shared something special, something wonderful that took Steve's breath away, and he simply ground against him, rolling back against him without hesitating.

This was what he'd wanted all along, he knew, and he was safe, snuggled in the harbor of Bucky's arms. He played with Bucky's sheath, tempted beyond anything else to simply grasp himself and slide inside, to feel the warmth of him pulse against his own aching cock, and he did, rubbing the tip of his cock around it, teasing him playfully.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, and he was surprised, just for a moment; surprised and happy. ] You're very special to me, too, Buck. I want to only do this with you. [ He took a breath, nervous but determined. ] This -- we don't do this for fun. At least, most of us humans don't. It means something very special.

[Steve was safe with him, safe way down at the bottom of the cool waters that never bothered him much. The pressure was not something he minded either, though he was very careful with Steve not to go too far out or too far down. Here, safe in his arms, he didn't think anything bad would happen. This was their time like under the bridge with oranges and careful mouths.

He rolled his hips despite finding and comfortable place near the bottom, feeling the glide of Steve's erection against his slippery scales. It was teasing, he knew, but it felt good even as he slowly withdrew his finger from his friend's ass to carefully grasp Steve's erection to move it against the slick slit, purposefully rubbing it up and down the soft scales.

He leaned in and nipped carefully at Steve's jaw.] What kind of special thing does it mean for humans? It can't be fun too?

All yours.

[ Steve promised breathlessly, and look, there it was, the beautiful rise of that trill, the melody of it, and Steve shuddered in pleasure, delighted and encouraged by it.

He started to fuck him in earnest, long, hard thrusts just the way he liked it, wanting to please him, to hear the way he sang for him again. ] Trill for me, baby. [ He said quietly in his ear, nuzzling against him as he continued, one thrust after another, unable to help the pleasure that blazed in his veins. ]

Well -- [ Steve started, then paused. ] It might be different for you.

[ And he didn't doubt that; not because Bucky was a mermaid, but because he was biologically and mentally male, and he couldn't imagine that anything about this would be normal. Still, it didn't matter; they could google it later and see how it worked -- Steve was relatively proficient with the internet now, and they could look through it together.

It would be difficult to keep his secret safe, but Steve would much rather be an enemy of the world than to see his mate and their baby at risk. No, he would lay down his life for them, and none of the others would dream of coming close.

When Bucky drew closer and grasped his balls, he gasped in pleasure, rubbing against him -- he was already hard, owing, perhaps, to the fact that there was something erotic about knowing how your mate was arrying your child.

He shook his head. ] I don't want you to die for anything, Bucky. Promise me you won't. [ Because he knew how Bucky could get, powerful and terrifying and beautiful all at once. He made a soft noise, feeling his teeth on his earlobe as he ground against him, pushing down his own pants to kick it off, his cock thick and heavy with need. ] And even if it isn't, it would still be ours, and that's important, too.

[The promise meant more than it should have, since he knew he had long ago been assured of Steve's loyalty. It was reflected in him, but for so long, he had been alone in that loyalty. HYDRA had used him, used his natural built-in loyalty to twist him. Now he wasn't alone because Steve was back, safe and big and warm.

He stretched his neck out, rubbing his cheek on the blanket as his body was forcibly rocked forward with each hard thrust that filled him deeply. His muscled clenched tightly on each one, and he shuddered and peered through lengths of dark hair which had fallen over his face, and it moved slightly with each puff of air.]

Make me. [He squirmed slightly, pressing back into each thrust and a little teasing trill escaped his lips.]

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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