"Okay, but don’t leave it too long. This can’t be good for business."
-oo0oo-
The scent in the water, the taste of my other, his life in the salt. Not gone, not like my first, just... not here. Elsewhere, away. Follow that taste and go to him. Not to find him always asleep like my first, unmoving, not whole, but to find him playing, to find him moving and loving.
"Good boy." Krycek filtered water over his palate, tasting Mulder’s seed in the water again. One milligram in a million, it was all he needed to take him to his new mate. He pushed against the gate. A stupid idea he had at first thought, why would he want to leave here? But now it was the way to get to Mulder. "Good boy," again he whispered the noise that made little sense to him, apart from being Mulder’s approval. He’d tried to make sense of their language, but it was so... unchanging.
How could the two-tails communicate when their language was as solid and unyielding as the land. Without the fluidity of the water, the sounds could surely have no real meaning. Words that had only surface meaning, he could mimic those, and mimic the understanding. Words that had no more real direction than the language of coral, but he thought he could almost understand Mulder.
But Mulder had left him, after all the courtship, the making of their bond, he had left. Hadn’t found Krycek satisfactory? Krycek knew sadness, he knew leaving, the first had left, his other self. Krycek remembered pushing at the body that wouldn’t move any more, calling for a voice that no longer sang. Days until the little food ones had eaten away so much flesh of the first that even Krycek hadn’t recognised his mate, and the others had taken him from the body. He hadn’t understood then why he was alone, and he didn’t understand now. He could only think it was because he couldn’t sing back to Mulder the same way Mulder sang to him. He had listened to the voice, he almost knew the harmony, he could almost grasp the melody.
He would find his new mate and learn his song.
While everyone watched, he slipped out the gate, into the waiting ocean.
His muscles were starting to ache comfortably, letting him know he was alive, and Mulder stopped before he got a stitch. Treading water he realised he’d come far too far out to sea, well past the sonic barriers that kept the sharks at bay, and he struck out for home beach again. Every now and then something would brush past his body, the soft careful explorations of fishy mouths as they investigated him. There was nothing that would actually harm him, the tiny toothless nibbles only made him laugh, the brush of seaweed, the faint tickle of an exploratory tentacle made him wistful, but he kicked out for shore. It was summer, the sea was warm, it was a good time of year for sharks. The rational part of his mind told him more people were killed by bees or kicked to death by donkeys than injured by sharks, but the part of him that had been enthralled by Jaws One, Two, and 3D gave a little strength to his strokes.
A smooth strong body bumped against him, lifting him clear of the water for a second, and when he was once against submerged Mulder found he was swimming faster than he ever had before in his life. That was not some small fish investigating the strange new animal in its territory, that was something large. Something huge. Something with the strength to lift up a full grown man. What did it feel like when a shark takes your leg off? Didn’t that woman say she only felt a ‘pop’ when her bones had parted? Don’t thresh, don’t splash, don’t... what else was he supposed to do if attacked? Gouge its eyes? Hit it on the snout? All rational thought fled as once again something from the deep bumped against him, and he threshed and splashed for all he was worth. Only the fact he was too shit scared to make any noise stopped him from screaming.
He nearly passed out with relief when he recognised the strong fingers that closed around his wrist.
"Oh, you shit-head!" he exclaimed into bright curious eyes. "I nearly had heart failure!" But he couldn’t help smiling, and leaned forward to plant a hard happy kiss on his friend.
"What are you doing out here? Did you decide to leave there after all? Or did you just come looking for me?
There was definite emotion in Krycek’s face, Mulder was sure of it. Relief? He was happy to see Mulder, or maybe happy that Mulder was happy to see him. "Did you think I left you? You poor little sweet thing," Mulder shamelessly baby-talked to his pet. Who would ever know? "I wouldn’t leave you. I had to go, they knew what we were doing. I know that it doesn’t bother you, but humans... we deny that part of ourselves. Well, some of us do. It’s natural; I know that, you know that, dolphins know that. But... the only way I could stay with you long term was to leave you for a little while. I wish I could make you understand."
Since the words had no effect, Mulder put his thoughts to actions, leaning forward to kiss the merman again. Krycek did not kiss back, but allowed Mulder’s tongue to explore the inside of his mouth. Krycek held himself still in the water as Mulder ran his tongue over the rough palate, the strong sharp teeth, slick warm inner cheeks. He enjoyed Krycek’s receptivity and the knowledge he could do almost anything he liked to the animal, without being judged a pervert, or told ‘no’. He could do whatever he wanted to the merman, and, as long as it wasn’t painful, and as long as Krycek was fed afterwards, he could get away with it. No ‘don’t touch me there’ from this lover, no moral judgements. And Krycek was never going to complain he 'felt fat'.
"Hey, cutie pie, would you let me video tape you sometime? Us? Videotape us?" There was no protest, and Mulder wrapped his arms and legs around the merman, turning him in the water until Mulder was staring out over the waves. With no sight of land he could believe they were out in the middle of the ocean, with no other humans anywhere. He placed his trust in the arms of the merman, to keep him afloat, to keep him safe from things with fangs and fins – other things with fangs and fins. Other fanged and finned things apart from his own merman.
"Hey, hold on a sec." Mulder took a deep breath and slid down the body of the merman. As the water closed in over his head he had never felt so vulnerable – if Krycek became too excited and held on to Mulder, he could drown. If anything else decided to take a bite out of either of them, although he noticed peripherally none of the little fish that had been there before were around any more, he could bleed to death miles from the shore.
While his breath lasted he used his mouth to stimulate the lips of the genital pouch, licking in and around the sensitive flesh. Krycek started wiggling with excitement, and Mulder blew the last of his breath out in a string of bubbles against the swelling tissues. As soon as the tip of Krycek’s penis appeared, Mulder re-surfaced.
"Come on, follow me back to shore," he whispered, wrapping his legs around Krycek, hooking his fingers into the pouch to maintain the stimulation. "Come on, come with me." Mulder awkwardly used one arm to pull them both in the direction of his home, and as soon as Krycek caught on they were travelling fast, Krycek’s great tail effortless propelling them through the water.
In minutes Krycek had them back at the private beach, and Mulder encouraged him to lay on the sand with him. The merman was keen, his penis almost fully extended, and he grabbed at Mulder’s hips, trying to position him on his back. Mulder put him off for a few minutes, twisting away. "Give me a minute here, Krycek," he begged, grabbing his suntan oil. The smell of coconut competed with the smell of arousal, as, without preamble he placed the nozzle at the entrance to his own body and shot a stream of the makeshift lubricant into his rectum.
He rolled onto his belly, grinding his penis into the soft white sand. Later he’d regret that, but right now he was too excited. Krycek was grabbing at him, trying to turn him over to get access to sex the way he knew how to do it, but Mulder twisted and turned, manipulating the merman until Mulder was underneath, pushing his buttocks up into Krycek’s groin. Krycek humped futilely at Mulder’s back, making small coughing noises of distress, still trying to turn Mulder over.
"Come one, Krycek, catch the clue bus here, I did this to you, you can work out what I want." The scrape of scales against the backs of Mulder’s thighs excited him, as did the panted breaths of his lover, "Come on, I’m not teasing you, do it to me," Mulder pleaded. He slipped one hand down and behind, catching the slick penis where it slid blindly between his butt-cheeks, and tried to guide it into his body. He cursed himself for not taking the time to open himself up, as Krycek’s cock bumped uselessly against the too-tight bud of Mulder’s anus.
Holding tight, trying to encourage Krycek to thrust, Mulder pushed the merman’s penis against the opening, aiming the hot slippery head for the pucker just as Krycek jerked forward, pushing the head into Mulder’s waiting flesh.
Krycek froze at first, holding himself still at the unexpected give – awaiting Mulder’s reaction; negative or positive.
Mulder groaned, both in pain and anticipation, pushing back again, opening his legs and offering himself to the wild thing. He was being split apart, torn open as Krycek slid in further. He looked over his shoulder, anchoring himself with the sight of glimmering green and blue scales as Krycek’s tail moved on the sand between his legs. There was no finesse, no consideration as Krycek started to thrust. Mulder bit his lip until he tasted blood, trying not to tense up, or attempt escape from the relentless pounding. Krycek’s claws dug into the sand and his hips thumped against Mulder’s buttocks, breathing in short gasps as he experienced this new way of fucking.
Mingling with the coconut oil, Krycek’s natural lubrication started to ease his passing, the head of his penis started to rub solidly against Mulder’s prostate, filling him up again and over again with none of the caution of a human lover. There was no care for Mulder’s pleasure, no treating Mulder as if he could break, just the raw pounding of an animal in rut.
And Mulder revelled in it. He could hear his own voice squeaking with excitement as he was pushed along the sand a couple of inches. He pleaded for more, grinding his hips back to meet every thrust. Mulder balanced his head on his forearm, digging the elbow into the sand to stop himself being pushed forward any further, and slipped one hand down to jerk off his own penis. The sand rash would hurt like hell later, but right now his excitement brought the pain into his fantasy, made it essential to his pleasure. He saw his own cum frothing on the sand before he even realised he was climaxing, and could hear his own cries, unable to stop the whimpers and groans as his body spasmed around the merman.
Mulder used the last of his strength to keep his butt high as Krycek slammed his body into Mulder, his prick sliding into tight flesh made wet and juicy by plentiful precum and Mulder’s own orgasm. Mulder purposefully let his body relax, riding out Krycek’s thrusts. He squeezed his muscles up and down the eager shaft, twisted his ass, wringing the last sensations from his own orgasm as he did what he could to make it good for Krycek.
He could feel the first hot jets of cum as Krycek ground him down onto the beach, the hot muscular body heavier than any human male had ever been as Mulder was crushed, his tender ass being scraped by the soft sharp scales, his anus burning from the pounding, inside and out. Krycek’s teeth pierced his shoulder, and Mulder watched droplets of blood plop onto the beach – fat purple drops sending up small sprays of ivory sand as they impacted. Dripping down to mingle with his own white spray of semen, the two colours mingling as Mulder felt the trickle of the merman’s come down his thigh and Krycek’s thrusts slowed, then stopped.
Mulder collapsed, lying flat with the heavy body forcing him down deep into the moist sand.
Krycek stirred, but didn’t withdraw, cool fingers wrapped around Mulder’s biceps, and a soft warm tongue apologised to Mulder’s shoulder in warm soothing laps. He nuzzled the side of Mulder’s face, tiny voiceless noises and inquiring clicks badgering for Mulder’s attention until Mulder turned, licking him back across his cheek, letting Krycek know he was all right. Better than all right. Fabulous. Fish fucked fabulous.
Twisting his head almost 180 degrees he started to nibble Krycek’s ear lobe, working his tongue around the small elegant pinnae, dipping the tip into the aural channel. Krycek shook his head violently, reacting as if tickled, and Mulder repeated it, blowing very gently across the tiny opening. Again Krycek shook his head, huffing and snorting, but didn’t move away, and Mulder got the distinct impression this was as close to laughter as the merman could get.
"How was that? You understand why I wanted to do that to you now? Pretty good, huh? Not that there’s anything wrong with the way you do it, don’t get me wrong, but I thought you’d like to try something new."
Mulder realised that Krycek was not softening, in fact, the merman had started to move again, shifting his hands down to Mulder’s hips, his thumbs pressing into the dimples either side of Mulder’s spine.
"Again?" Mulder was surprised, but not disappointed, "I see, you really did like that, huh?" Knowing himself well enough to realise he wouldn’t get another erection so soon, Mulder just settled himself on the sand, enjoying the warm sunny day, and the warm scaly body as Krycek started to find his rhythm again. This time slower, Krycek almost circling his hips as he took his time exploring the inside of the human’s body and these new possibilities. Mulder’s ass felt like it was flooded. With each pump from Krycek more fluids seeped out, tickling down over his balls and between his thighs to join the rest of the moisture on the sands.
As Krycek’s excitement mounted and his speed picked up, Mulder could hear him making odd little noises: a combination of his haunting wails, but shortened and combined with the whispers and clicks that the merman had used for communication before.
"If you’re trying to whisper sweet nothings in my ear back there, don’t worry about it, you don’t have vocal cords in the right place. And you’re getting some anyway, so don’t strain anything important."
"Good boy," in Krycek’s patented hissing whisper.
"Yeah, very very good boy."
-oo0oo-
"Oh, god, that was incredible," Mulder groaned, still reeling from the most thorough fucking of his life. Krycek had stayed on him, pounding his body into the beach, until the merman had climaxed four times. The last time Mulder had found his own tired body almost coming along with him – he still sported a half-hearted erection.
