spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[He was very pleased with himself, issuing a pleasing trill until Steve refused and then all of his excitement seemed to collapse for a moment before the set of his jaw changed from excited to stubborn. He pushed the golden coin more aggressively at his friend, holding it out as much as gift as a weapon.

He had found this and he wanted Steve to have it, especially after all the shiny things that Steve had brought him. Why just thinking of the mirror made him very excited to have it in the water.] No, it costs nothing. I found it at the bottom in a collapsed ship. It's pretty, and I want you to have it.

[ Oh, oh. Steve liked that adorable little trill Bucky always made when he was pleased with himself; and he practically pinpointed the moment when Bucky's crestfallen expression became something stubborn. His fingers, smaller than Bucky's claws, close gently over his as he presses near to kiss his cheek. ]

It costs too much for me to take, Bucky. Your gift is very, very beautiful, but I know you love how shiny it is, too. Why don't you keep this so you can look at it whenever you want?

[He subsided in his aggression, letting the current catch his tail and urged it in close to where Steve clung to the wall. His tail twisted around his friend's legs as much for security as to simply hold Steve again. He hummed a musical note at the kiss before taking Steve's hand and pressing the coin into it.]

No, I am giving you a shiny like you give me shiny gifts. I can find more, you know, so I want you to have this one. I can look at you whenever I want, and that's all I care about.

[ Steve groaned, soft and happy as he felt himself empty into his mate's body, the both of them bound so close together that it was impossible to know where one ended and the other began. And he was happy for that -- for drawing Bucky back into himself, to show him that there was much more here for him to have.

He smiled and kept himself buried inside him, resting atop Bucky carefully as he draw his fingers up, those semen-slick fingers before he took them in his mouth and licked them clean, tasting his lover on his tongue and enjoying every moment. ]

Mmm.

[ There, Steve couldn't help but relax when Bucky looked happier, when he relaxed and sang so sweetly that he couldn't help but fall in love with him all over again. A part of it was the lure, he knew, but the other part -- the other larger part was truly genuine.

He loved Bucky with all his heart, his soul, and when the other boy embraced him and held him close, pushed the gold piece in his hand, Steve reluctantly closed his fingers around it, leaning forward to kiss him deeply. He would keep it safe, keep it hidden as a gift from Bucky to him. ] Really? Is that all you want?

[He slowly relaxed into the mattress with Steve's weight over him, relenting with the grip of his legs as he had previously with his tail. He lay quiet and sated, his eyes closed and his expression softened with pleasure as he played it all over in his mind, grasping at the last of it to savour all the warmth longer. It dissipated in the same way that low tide happened, pulling back and leaving him as he had been before. Just... lighter.

He removed his hand to allow Steve to lay on him, humming a human sound at the sight of Steve licking his semen away when he pried one eye open.]

The night is young... don't eat too much, or you'll have to wait an hour to enter the water again.

[ Steve laughed a little at that joke -- Bucky was joking, and the idea of it was so heartening, so special that he brightened and pulled him close to him, rolling over onto his back so that Bucky could snuggle up.

His cock slid out of him then, and he kissed his forehead warmly, lovingly. ] What if I can't get enough of you?

[It pleased him immensely when Steve took his gift, and he stroked his fingers down the length of his friend's arm as he drew them both away from the wall of the ship. He twirled them in the open underbelly of this private place, using his tail to keep Steve close as he directed their motions with his arms and fins.

He smiled and began to take Steve back towards open sea, out of the safety of this place. There was so much to show.]

Well, I like the shiny gifts and oranges you bring too, but those come with you, so it is you I'm still looking at.

[His jokes, when they spontaneously happened, were lame he knew. He had never been that good at joking, though he had learned allure better than anything else. He could attract a male or female of the human race within twenty-five yards with just a look, something he had mastered young. Now, he only had looks for Steve, and the allure was mostly gone but slowly reawakening.

He made a soft noise of displeasure at Steve being free of him, but aside from a grumble, he didn't fight for it back.] We both know you can't get enough of me. Mating twice already? You're full of yourself.

And you were full of me. Twice.

[ Steve tells him -- he doesn't care that Bucky is bad at jokes, only that he makes them, and he enjoys them even as he teases him. He knows how Bucky looks at him, too, remembers the time when the were together -- and he wraps an arm around his waist, tangling their limbs together. ]

I could go all night, you know. Make up for lost time.

[ Steve followed him easily, trusting Bucky not to let him drown in this vast, vast stretch of sea; it was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, and he clutched the coin tight. Not because it was worth a lot of money, but because it was something beloved by Bucky, something that he treasured.

He nuzzled him warmly, his cheek rubbing against his jaw as he clung tight, watching the different sea creatures swim past them. He thought he spotted a shark, too, but the water was too dark for him to make it out. ]

I'll bring you more of them. [ He promised. ] All the shiny gifts and oranges you can ever have. You can come and live with me, too.

[He had no idea how long his magic would last in the other boy, but he was confident in his own swimming ability to get them to the surface before it was a struggle for Steve to breathe. He took them beyond the many harbours of Brooklyn into clearer waters, twirling and sliding his hands along Steve's body as he went.

Being at sea was important to him, pointing out which fish were good to eat, which to avoid for various reasons. He even had them brush the keel of a boat heading out, heavy in the water and pinned Steve there so he could kiss his friend deeply.]

Live with you? Know what a bed is like?

That score can be evened, you know.

[He sighed and closed his eyes as Steve settled on top of him, curling his legs and arms around his mate without an ounce of shame about it. Right now, tonight and perhaps forever, Steve was once again his.

Yet, he moaned soft and throaty at the sheer suggestion.]

All night, hmm? Have we ever done that before?

Pretty much.

[ The spell, whatever it was, seemed to be holding strong so far, and Steve swam together with him, slower, but Bucky was always patient with him. He was getting tired, but Bucky's kisses made things better, especially when he got pinned against the boat.

It was dangerous, it was wonderful, and Steve had kissed him up, opening up as he wrapped his legs shamelessly around his waist. ]

Mmm. We could kiss there, too. But in secret.

[ Steve had to pause to think about that one. ] No, not really. I was very small when we first -- well. And you were gentle with me.

[ When he was little, he couldn't last altogether that well, and was usually did in after they did it twice. Bucky had always been thoughtful and sweet; and Steve had been so frustrated with himself for it. ]

You were good to me. [ He kissed his mouth softly, happily enjoying the way Bucky snuggled in. His hand strayed, and absently stroked Bucky's soft, slick cock, as if that, too, belonged to him. ] And all I want to do is to make you happy.

[His tail moved to keep them in line with the boat, so there was little to no risk of Steve's back scraping. It also allowed him to take the other boy's weight so there was less effort for Steve to have to maintain swimming. This was a lot to ask of someone who lived only topside. The sea required all muscles to be working well.

He kissed Steve harder, practicing and lavishing attention on his friend as they swam in time with the shadow of the boat above them. One hand dropped down to stroke along Steve's thigh, his hips bumping against his friend's as he moved them.]

Because I'm not human like you or because I'm a boy too?

So not when you were small and skinny like in the Smithsonian pictures. What about after the serum when we were... when the war was on?

[He didn't remember the war, though there was a part of him that shuddered at the fact he had gone there on human legs, held human weapons, did untold human damage. Was that the start of when he had become this? He didn't know, but he knew without a doubt that he had gone to be with Steve.

His nose lifted to butt and settle against Steve's jaw, a low moan leaving him at the stroking of his limp length, parting his legs slightly in response. It felt good, exhilarating despite the fact he had just released himself only minutes before.]

It seems to me that we made each other happy, especially if it is like what is happening now. It would be stronger back then.

[ Steve's smile faltered -- he'd loved Bucky's world, no matter how brutal and cruel it was. At least it made some sort of sense. This one, not so much. He twined with him, a little clumsily at first, and never as graceful as his beautiful companion could be, moving so easily through the water.

His gaze was drawn to his scales, and he felt Bucky bump up against him, sleek and cool. He groaned softly at the way his hand felt, and he gently moved his hand, urged it between his legs. ] Because you're a boy, too. I know the rules are unfair, and I hate it. I'm going to change it one day.

We did. We do.

[ Steve thought back on it wistfully, remembering their time together -- Bucky hadn't been entirely happy then; he'd been saved, but he'd been haunted by his time in captivity, too, and Steve had been enraged that Bucky had been taken away from him.

He could pretty much pet his penis forever, moving over that familiar length, the dark curls that he trailed his fingers through even now, and he rubbed his thumb against his balls, taking his time with him He smiled briefly, remembering the nights they'd spent in each other's bed, trying to keep their secrets confined to each other. ]

Our record was four times. We had to rest for the next day. [ His fingers slipped behind, gently pushing into Bucky's soft, warm hole, where Steve's cum was still leaking. ] I'd fuck you everywhere I could.

[He twisted them, taking them away from the boat and letting it go about its way as he took them a little deeper below the surface. The water above them was light and glimmered with the rays of the sun, and he wasn't worried about any manner of attack because Steve was so pale as were his under scales. They were practically invisible.

He hummed in the water, moving with Steve and keeping his friend plastered against his chest and hips, savouring those skinny legs around his waist. He shifted his hand too, palming over Steve's testicles.] You're going to make it so that anyone can love anyone else then? Is that the goal?

[He was comforted by the knowledge that they had been together in the war, aware that times like that had been different. Loving a man was not allowed for another man, but he had never particularly cared for many of the human rules. Steve was his; there was nothing more to concern himself over it.

His hips shifted with the stroking hand, his eyes closing as he turned his head to rest it against Steve's chin. He moaned softly at the rubbing, parting his legs further and finally giving up and hooking the right over Steve's ass.]

Four times, hmm? That seems paltry compared to what we can accomplish now. [He growled at the crudeness, curling a lip to show a hint of teeth.] We will break that record tonight if it kills you.

Yes.

[ Steve decided, because he couldn't imagine the many other couples, shamed and afraid, hiding what they were and who they loved -- not being able to be with each other the way normal couples were. What more himself and his beloved Bucky? He groans softly, eyes lidding in pleasure when he felt him stroke him so sweetly, like he'd always belonged in his arms.

His fingers stray, too, curiously pressing over the front, rubbing over his scales to figure out just where his sex was to try to return the favor. He was lazy, playing with him as he gently nipped at his jaw. ] I don't want other people to keep the people they love a secret, too.

[ The crudeness was deliberate -- Bucky had always loved it when Steve sounded that way, and he smiled, kissing him but careful not to bear the brunt of those sharp teeth. He adored him like nothing else, and when he felt Bucky drape his leg around him again, he knew that he was more than open to it.

He kissed his shoulder, his throat, any patch of skin he could reach as he continued to stroke him, in no real hurry to take it anywhere else, and perfectly happy to reach a perfect slow burn with his mate. ] If you kill me, we can't do this anymore.

[ He teased gently, grinding his half-hard cock against his. ] What do you think? Six?

[Listening to Steve being crude stirred something in him, though he couldn't yet put a word on what that might be. Something... playful, maybe? He kept his teeth to himself as they kissed, hissing in approval as he basked in his mate's attentions as they lay naked on the bed like there was nothing beyond this room to care about now or ever. Like nothing could disturb the moment.

He lounged as he never had before, humming bits and pieces of a long forgotten tune with each kiss that landed on his skin. His hips only subtly moved with the slow lazy strokes of Steve's hand, in no hurry to do anything more or less. This made his body thrum with pleasure and heat but didn't stir his passions high again just yet.]

Hmpt, go big or go home, Rogers. Eight at least. And if you die, I'll still eat your warm corpse so you will forever live in me.

You are a strange boy. Why do no other humans strive to change the world like you do?

[His own race was content to live within the confines of well worked tradition, though a few strayed from the general opinion. They were not looked down upon because their knowledge and experience was important to pass on, to retain for learning and impression. Humans seemed to fear everything, even themselves, which was such an odd and destructive way to live. Humans didn't even eat their dead, just put it in the ground or threw it in the sea. Very strange.

His fingers cupped the silken package before sliding up to caress Steve's length carefully, mindful of his claws. His tail lazily undulated to take them further from the safety of shore where the currents were stronger, the pollution less, the water clearer. He held Steve more protectively, unwilling to lose his friend and curious of the exploring fingers.

They slide over the topmost slit, caressing the sensitive small scaling until it bulged with renewed excitement. Below that slit was a second opening, and he stilled his tail at any exploration over it, watching Steve closely.] I will horde you like the treasure you are.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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