"I love you, you know, fish face. " There was no comprehension nor understanding of Mulder’s chirpy outburst, but Mulder thought he knew it was reciprocated. The scientist inside of him told him that these animals didn’t even understand the concept, and that instinct, hormones, and survival patterns kept the merman with him. But then again, what was love if not instinct, hormones, and survival patterns? And the romantic inside of him, buried so deep he hadn’t known it was there, was telling him about the arms that wrapped around his shoulders, and the eyes that never wavered from his face, and the body that didn’t struggle as it was carried from the water, trusting Mulder’s strength and care as it was moved in such an unfamiliar way, laid down gently on the warm white sands and covered by Mulder’s loving flesh.
Little squeaks and sighs wafted down the beach as Mulder mounted an assault on every erogenous zone he had learned of his lover’s body. He knew he was probably showing off a little for the rapt audience, but he couldn’t resist. Look what I can do to him, this is why he chose a human for a mate…. Krycek trusted him so much, he now lay on his back, a position Mulder knew the merman didn’t care for, letting Mulder access anything and everything. A succulent fish platter laid out for Mulder to feast upon, a seafood buffet for Mulder to taste every morsel, to tantalise himself with texture, flavour, scent, and reaction.
He teased mercilessly, like he’d never done before, finding every sensitive spot and dealing it out a measure of sensation. He used his short-cropped hair to tickle over face and chest, watched those tiny nipples pounce up towards his lips as he dragged over them. He ran his nails gently up the insides of the merman’s arms, watching the pale skin burst into goosebumps. He used the fuzz on his upper chest as a new stimulation, oozing his own body over his lover’s abdomen, pelvis and down the fine length of tail. The flukes curved up, the strong body under his going rigid with pleasure and joy, and Mulder adored the coughing chirrups that reach his ears as, with exquisite care, he nibbled his teeth and tongue through the scales, disturbing their neat and orderly pattern, licking beneath the tiny multifaceted jewels to the tender membrane underneath.
Even the gentle swell where tail met fluke wasn’t exempt from Mulder’s attentions. He rubbed firmly over the lightly armoured flesh, pressing between firm fingers until the tail was slowly arching back and forth, the flukes fully spread out like stretching cat’s toes, the merman’s torso twisting in agonised delight at this unexpected hot spot of sensation.
By the time Mulder was ready to start working his way back up Krycek’s body, the merman’s genital pouch was already starting to flush with blood, the rubbery outer lips starting to part. Looking up at Mulder, the merman’s face was open, excited, his eyes sparkling bright, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal. There was no shame or embarrassment there, only a childlike delight coupled with an animal desire.
Taloned hands slid down the merman’s own body, no attempt at tantalisation in the slow glide, despite Mulder’s virgin-at-a-strip-joint reaction to the unaware tease. The merman was enjoying his own hyper-sensitised flesh in the steady stroke of his own fingers. Passing over heaving chest, down the clenched abdomen, the fingers trailed over the genital pouch, as yet untouched by Mulder’s fingers or tongue. They carefully slid half an inch inside to part the lips, the merman holding himself open. He wasn’t shy, didn’t have a clue about self-consciousness: the merman new what he wanted, and was asking in the only way he knew how. He was panting slightly, Mulder watched the sunshine glint on the perfect white teeth as the unrestrained excitement poured off his lover in heated waves.
Resting his hands on slippery hips to keep them free of the sand, Mulder bent his head, answering the merman’s request eagerly. He blew a thin stream of cool air into the pouch, widening his mouth to let the air then warm the emerging penis. Krycek arched up, trying to press close, offering himself, and Mulder pushed him down again. He used his nose to nudge and ease the glistening erection up and out, encouraging it to lie on the merman’s belly while he used the tip of his tongue to explore at its base.
Ignoring that urgent flesh’s pressing thrum he started to bury his face deeper into his friend. He wasn’t sure if the inside walls of the pouch were direct erogenous zones, but he was a scientist, so empirical data was definitely required.
And now.
Tasting not so much of salt water, but of tears, the walls of the pouch pressed against his eager tongue, strong enough that, like a dolphin, the merpeople could use these pouches to pick up and carry around small objects. He remembered the way this flesh held and caressed his own when they made love in the water, and pressed his tongue and chin hard against the delicate walls, stroking up and down. Closing his eyes he burrowed down, the merman arched and sighed, pushing back up towards him. His tongue investigated the base of the pouch, slurping up the tear-water he found there, pressing, licking, tasting, prodding, caressing. He found the bump of concealed testicles and used every part of his mouth to press and massage them. Lips, tongue, even the flat pearl of his teeth were used to stimulate the hidden nubs, until he fancied he could feel them writhing in their protective flesh.
Slowly, driving the merman out of his little fishy mind, he started to make his way up the shaft. He could feel the slight breeze cooling the moisture on his face, contrasting with the incredible heat that pulsed against his chin. Every pulse was chased under the soft moist skin, Mulder used his tongue to trace them all, firmly, softly, washing every inch of Krycek’s erection. It strained against his lips, as tense and taut as the rest of the merman’s body.
Such a new sensation for the merman, the feel of soft hair against his over sensitised organ as Mulder slowly travelled up his body again, tickling deliberately, rubbing his chest over the exposed tissues. By the time their lips met again, they were both panting in desperate arousal. Mulder hovered, breathing in as Krycek breathed out, absorbing the breath and the life of his friend. Slowly the lashes rose, revealing the swirling green patterns of his lover’s eyes, holding Mulder enthralled, imprisoned by the turquoise eddies. Maybe you love me… maybe you just love what I do to you… maybe it’s simply animal bonding… but I love you… and I have enough love bottled up in me for us both…
Again he moved up a little, until Krycek’s penis slid down over his balls, between his buttocks, and he wiggled until it was positioned perfectly at the entrance to his body. One hand held it steady as he lowered himself slowly, feeling it push at, then enter his bud. He held still a moment, the smooth head pressed between inner and outer sphincter, waiting until Krycek’s instinctive thrusts upward started to join their bodies together. Gasping for breath, the merman pushed up again and again, slowly pushing until their bodies merged, one inch at a time. Natural lubrication let them move slowly into one, the shaft stretching Mulder, the fullness setting his own erection harder against his body, the pulses sending his own tear drops to splatter on the merman’s belly.
Arching his back allowed him to take the shaft even deeper and he slowly slide down, like riding a greased maypole, until his buttocks rested on smooth-rough scales. The sensation of skin on scale set his nerves alight, from thighs to the base of his spine, and he started to rock back and forth, his movements jerky at first, until he relaxed a little more, sliding back and forth, feeling the shaft fill and empty his body in steady strokes.
Powerful hands grasped his hips, not directing his movements or forcing him down harder as with a human lover, but holding onto him, completing their link.
Krycek’s agonised face was certainly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, ecstasy in the bared white teeth and the frown that creased the top of his nose.
Lift, twist. Descend, squeeze. Mulder kept up a steady rhythm, twisting his hips so that the head of Krycek’s cock was screwed gently by the strong muscle guarding Mulder’s body, then squeezed all the way down the shaft, grinding his teeth with the effort. There was no pain, but he worked hard, using his internal muscles with all the skill he possessed, backed up by every porno-magazine fantasy he’d ever had, and a thin sheen of sweat patterned his skin as he worked. Lift, twist. Descend, squeeze. He twisted again, watching the merman arch, knowing if there had been voice, there would have been screams. He squeezed again, holding himself still to ripple his muscles from base to tip, then down again, and was rewarded by a look of absolute surprise, and a hot splash deep inside his body. He bent down to kiss the wide open mouth as he was again anointed. The merman’s gasps were sucked up by Mulder’s mouth, as Mulder’s body did the same to the merman’s seed, taking both deep inside – making them his own.
He came close to laughing at the almost cross-eyed, dazed expression that graced his lover’s face. Then he did laugh, just for the sheer joy of it, very slowly lifting up, letting their bodies become again two.
Krycek was fluid, pliable, allowing Mulder to move him as he wanted, rolling obediently onto his side so Mulder could slough the wet sand away from the long elegant tail. The other mer-folk had moved closer, obviously completely fascinated, riveted by the performance. And it’s not over yet, Mulder thought, as he started to kiss across his lover’s shoulders. He’d shown the merpeople why two legs could be useful, not just an odd deformity, now he was going to show them what else a human could do.
Krycek was still under Mulder’s hands. Mulder knew the merman expected what was coming, had become used to being taken in this manner. Krycek had yet to truly enjoy being fucked, but he was at least becoming accustomed to it, and no longer protested. He waited patiently, relaxed and content enough from his climax to let Mulder do as he pleased, knowing not to tense up when Mulder pressed against him.
Mulder moved slowly down the merman’s spine, accepting the lack of resistance as his due, but this time determined to show his friend that this really could be enjoyable for them both, not just an illicit pleasure for Mulder and something to be tolerated by Krycek.
The others were up on their hands and elbows, watching with undisguised fascination. Mulder could feel them surrounding him from all sides, and was amused when Krycek carried on a clicking conversation at three body lengths away with a large raven-haired female as Mulder buried his face against the sweet curve of the merman’s back. Mulder used his tongue, nose, and chin to massage the line of Krycek’s spine, nuzzling through the diaphanous fins, loving the way they clung to his face and hair. The demarcation line of scale and skin was thoroughly explored, until Krycek was wiggling slightly, digging his hip deeper into the sand.
You’re in for a treat, my friend, Mulder thought, almost giggling as he ran his tongue over the swell of the merman’s butt. Krycek twisted his head around, trying to peer over his shoulder, as Mulder’s breath blew across the tiny indentation of his anus. I’ve only ever kissed you a little here before… but it’s time to show you just how good this can feel…
Time to teach you how much you can enjoy being touched here, rather than just tolerate it.
Mulder settled himself down comfortably behind the Merman, holding him by tail and hip, and was rewarded with a surprised ‘prrrrrrrrrrrrrrpp’ from his friend as his tongue started to gently explore. It was a little difficult to hold Krycek still, as he would continuously try to twist around to watch what Mulder was doing, but Mulder started to work his tongue into the tight little entrance. The closure definitely seemed to Mulder to be tighter, less yielding, than a human’s, but Krycek reacted much the same as a human male to the stimulation. As Mulder’s tongue slid into his body an inch, then two, Krycek started to writhe gently, the tight sphincter compressing Mulder’s tongue a few times, instinctively trying to expel him before relaxing under the relentless circling pleasure, letting Mulder start a gentle thrusting.
Rimming the fish! Mulder felt a small bubble of laughter that he choked down ruthlessly at the thought of Scully seeing him now!
Clicks and rattles came in abundance as Mulder started to work his tongue in deeper, swirling in and around where the flesh was like warm wet silk, tasting not of the sour musk of humans but again of salt and sea water and pure Merman.
Opening his mouth as wide as possible, he let his tongue inveigle itself into his lover’s body, two inches, then three, like a hot wet little cock. He hooked the tip, using it to push into the walls, quick huffing noises of pleasure letting him know he was doing the right thing. He slid his tongue in and around, investigating every fold, every undulation of muscle, having to use more and more force to hold the Merman in place as Krycek’s excitement mounted and scaly hips started to push back against him, then jerk forward again.
Mulder slipped one hand around, finding Krycek erect again, his penis fully extended and very moist. He wondered if he could rim his friend to completion, but decided that would have to wait for a day when they were off the sand – perhaps on a boat, somewhere he could hold Krycek and move him around as Mulder desired.
He kept up his circling, licking, lapping, until the Merman was as open as Mulder could make him, the flash of pink amongst the turquoise blue an open invitation Mulder could not resist. He pushed one hand under and around Krycek’s waist, flicking the sand from his fingers and grasping the Merman’s penis, lying down full length behind him. His fingers dabbled in the soft pouch as he kissed Krycek’s shoulders and neck, the lubrication then rubbed onto to Mulder’s own cock as he positioned himself. Right hand grasping Krycek’s shaft, thumb swirling over the head, left hand delving back into the pouch, finger tips rubbing against the squishy walls and testicles, wrist pulling the merman back. Mulder was amazed at his own control after being aroused for so long – but he was determined this time the Merman would cum while Mulder was taking him from behind. He wanted Krycek to have no doubts this could be a pleasurable experience.
There was little resistance, only the occasional clenching of the seldom used channel, as Mulder slid forward, carefully and gently burying himself deeper into his friend’s flesh. The ring was soooo tight, it seemed to be forcing all the blood out of Mulder’s erection, back into his body, making the pulses of his arousal so much more intense, making him giddy, making him dizzy with the profound pleasure.
Krycek was moving forward in slow careful thrusts... his body eager to push into Mulder’s hand, but his mind warning him of the discomfort of moving too much while Mulder was buried in him thus. The sensual gyrations sent shivers all through Mulder’s body. He kept whispering his devotion and ardour to his lover as he indulged his need in the waves of ecstasy the tight squeezing channel was conveying to his cock.
