He started to rock forward, the passage opening enough to let him glide in, rotate his hips a little, and slide out again. He screwed his penis into the body in front of him, letting the small friction add to Krycek’s pleasure, as his left hand slid further into the pouch. It took his entire hand with little pressure, and squeezed down on his fingers as it would on another Merman’s cock.
Krycek’s eyes were closed, lips parted, panting breaths coming hard and fast. His muscles, fore and aft, contracted down on Mulder, milking delightful sensation out of the flesh that invaded his own. Mulder knew he’d been successful in his goal to bring pleasure this way when Krycek’s left hand slid back, holding Mulder’s hip, using it to drag the human harder against his body.
Mulder used every part of his body he could bring into play at the one time: mouth kissing and licking at Krycek’s ear, jaw, cheeks; hands pumping his flesh, fingers pushing into him deeper, manipulating his testes in rhythm with his fucking; even Mulder’s feet were stroking the end of the tail – all that he could reach anyway. He’d never had to concentrate so hard on pleasuring another, and the sweat poured off him, pooling between their bodies.
Looking down, seeing where they were joined, his flesh – starting to tan – disappearing into the pink, blue scale surrounded ring, was more than he could stand, and he almost screamed in relief as much as joyful ecstasy as he felt the first shots of cream over his fingers, signalling he could let go of his own pent up seed. He pumped his hips harder, pushing Krycek across the sand a little, pouring his cream deep into his lover’s body, shooting it as deep as, earlier, Krycek’s had gone into his own, watching through foggy vision as the sand splattered and sprayed up from the beach in small white clouds, propelled by the liquid force of Krycek’s pleasure.
"Good boy..." Krycek whispered, as his muscles and sinews relaxed, flopping him down on the beach.
They stayed joined together, locked by Krycek’s clamping muscles, Mulder’s sweat and sticky seed, and his refusal to let go of, or remove his hand from, Krycek’s genitals. Great gasps of breath did little to ease the quivering in Mulder’s muscles, and he did nothing other than bury his face in the fins/hair spraying from Krycek’s head and listen to his heart beat slow down. Every now and then he’d give his friend a loving squeeze, wiggling his fingers around inside moist flesh, feeling it echoed back on his soft shaft when Krycek would press down on him... almost enough stimulation to make him consider the possibility of another round, if they didn’t doze off to sleep first...
He was almost asleep, around and in beloved flesh, feeling Krycek’s hand on his hip, holding him close... pushing him away...
He woke with a start when he realised the hand pulling them apart wasn’t Krycek’s, and had to hold in a snort of disbelieving laughter as Blair stuck his nose down between their bodies. The small brown merman was determinedly investigating just how they were joined together, fascinated by what he’d witnessed and set on learning more. Krycek complained mildly as they were mauled about, but Mulder couldn’t resist reaching down and ruffling the copious, twisted, curling fins, understanding the inter-species curiosity completely.
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He heard the ponderous thump thump thump of a seriously heavy body coming towards them, ignored it at first, having heard many other heavy thumps as the merpeople had explored around them that afternoon, and finally clicked to what danger they were in just as the sun was blocked out. He screamed. Blair flew backwards, lifted and propelled by his mate. Krycek pulled away – immobilising Mulder for precious seconds as his over-sensitive penis was jerked violently from its loving haven – going into full display mode, fins up and erect.
Mulder tried to get away from the jealously enraged Jim, but felt the claws swiftly scratch over his shoulder and chest before a wall of blue went between him and the would-be killer. He rolled away a few feet, panting in fear now, watching in horror as Krycek came between them. The two mermen were in full battle mode, Krycek defending his human, Jim defending his own mate. Jim was up on his hands... his short fins spearing up and out, fully extended. His claws dug into the sand as he dragged his body towards Krycek, his teeth bared.
Krycek kept his body side on, giving ground slightly, but fully displaying every weapon he had. Mulder realised Krycek was prepared to sacrifice himself against an opponent he had no chance of defeating in order to give his mate a chance to escape. Panicking, Mulder rushed forward, grabbing Krycek, trying to avoid spearing himself, trying to pull his friend away.
"There are 5 billion humans, but only a few merpeople, and only one Krycek," he rationalised, as he used his own body to shield Krycek from the huge angry beast. It seemed then he was fighting with Krycek as much as Krycek was trying to fight with Jim, both of them wrestling with each other to be in front. When the death blow never fell, Mulder finally turned to look at Jim, and realised that the grey was simply watching him now, lowered to the sand, as fascinated by their stupid display as he had been jealous of them being touched by Blair.
Blair had moved up, his arms around his mate, apparently soothing and gentling his beast. Jim snorted, giving Mulder the impression he was being laughed at, then turned and lolloped down the beach. Blair simply hung on, getting a free ride down towards the water.
Jelly legs collapsed under Mulder, dumping him on his butt in the sand, and he just rested, listening to his breath whistling through his nose, high pitched with fear as he gasped for air.
"Shit, man," he hissed at Krycek, "Shit!" He rubbed sweat from his eyes, spreading sand over his face. He realised he had sand everywhere. It itched, and it was pressed into the shallow cuts on his chest, packed with blood into a sticky mess. "I don’t know if he stopped because Blair told him to, or because you were willing to die for me, or because I was willing to die for you. Which was it?" he asked Krycek.
The merman was pressing against him, crawling over his legs, and he wrapped his arms around his distressed friend, comforting them both.
"And we were having such a fun afternoon as well, weren’t we," he went back to talking nonsense to his friend, letting his voice soothe. And in return, a soothing tongue lapped at his chest.
"I hope you have antibacterial components in your saliva, my friend, and you’re not giving me fin-rot or something similarly unpleasant..."
The tongue lapped over his small wounds, cleaning out sand until the blood flowed again, then lapping it up. Krycek seemed a little distressed by the blood, and cleaned it diligently, his tongue so soft it didn’t really cause any discomfort as he thoroughly took care of each scratch and nick.
Finally Mulder just squeezed him closer, pressing the dark head to his chest to stop him fretting, and rocked them both back and forth a little until the anxiety faded.
Mulder looked out towards his boat, "I’m going for a swim, you coming?" He dove into the water, biting his lip as the salt water touched his scratches, and powered out towards the boat.
He rubbed in a anaesthetic/antiseptic cream, finding it no more soothing than the warm solicitous tongue had been. He loaded up the dingy with bedding, fresh water distiller, some of his remaining food, his pet fish, tent, and all the scientific equipment he could safely stuff in.
On the row back to the beach, Krycek hung off the end of the boat, powering it with his tail in half-hearted helpfulness, but his eyes never wavered from the goldfish.
The first priority was to get in some fresh food. Krycek may be happy to live on nothing but lobster every day, but Mulder had a certain limit to how many he could eat. He spent some time pointing up towards the forest that bordered the beach, miming eating. Miming rubbing his belly and moaning hungrily. Miming chewing and swallowing. Anything he could think of to let Krycek know he wasn’t deserting him again, just going off to do some foraging. Krycek seemed to catch on and flopped down towards the sea, letting Mulder go off to explore.
No wildlife expert, but still competent enough from his explorations to know poisonous from edible, Mulder was pleased to find the forest offered quite a few things he easily recognised. Coconuts were in abundant supply; he wondered how many of the mer-folk got bonked by falling nuts as they dozed around the trees. It was a hazard to Fijians, it could be a hazard to these people as well. He shinnied up a tree, hacking a few loose, gathered up what other fruit he’d found and brought it down towards the beach again. A fresh produce supermarket 15 minutes walk from where you live, what more could you want? he thought, very content with his lot in life right now.
He got back in time to watch Krycek lolloping about with a couple of other males his own age, and lay down on the sand so he couldn’t be seen. He was enthralled to watch them play. A cross between young sea lions, awkwardly hauling their carcasses across the beach, and young football players, awkwardly hauling their carcasses across a playing field. Not ‘football’, but ‘mouthkelp’. The game eventually finished, the seaweed they’d been playing with totally torn apart, and the three walloped each other solidly with their tails in friendly masculine signs of affection.
Mulder came out of his hiding place, smiling as Krycek heaved himself up the beach towards him, stopping to grab something on the way.
Mulder dropped his fruit next to his gear, then put his hands out to receive a blue fin tuna of about a foot and a half in length. It was a little chewed, but mostly intact, and he kissed his friend thank you.
"So, I say I’m hungry, and you decide it’s your turn to feed me, then?" he smiled. Fair enough really, he fed Krycek in Mulder’s environment, now Krycek fed him in Krycek’s environment.
He filleted the fish, and fed Krycek a few slices. "So, tell me, how come you’ll eat fish here, but not when you’re in the tank?" he asked, but only got an inscrutable look in return.
He lit a small fire, making sure curious fingers got nowhere near the dancing flames, cooked his fish with bananas and mangoes and fresh coconut milk. Although the coconuts were easily dealt with by strong talons, letting Mulder know the merpeople had these as a regular part of their diet, Mulder found he had a bit of an attraction going with the soft fruits. Apparently these didn’t grow near enough to the sand limits to be known to the merpeople, and he spent some time showing them how to peel and eat the fruit. This made him a huge hit, and he enjoyed 15 minutes of fame when all fear was lost on the part of the mer-folk as they crowded in to get a bit of what was going. Fruit had been something they hadn’t thought to introduce to the merman when he’d been in the tank, but who would have thought to give him coconuts?
He was still trying to eat his own dinner and feed Krycek lumps of banana (which were generally squished around his palm and fingers before being consumed, making a dreadful mess) when it got too dark to play anymore.
It didn’t take long to set himself up a small camp, although the merman under foot, and the increasingly daring audience, made things somewhat difficult. He pitched a small tent, which was pulled down for inspection, then dragged around the beach by a young female, nearly became the next group toy, rescued, pitched again.
He simply picked up whichever body made a move towards pulling it down again, and moved them away a few feet. They soon caught on to leave it alone, except a few who kept coming back just to be picked up. A novel and new play routine. Mulder laughed, and learned. Unattached males he could handle until Krycek rattled. Attached males he could handle very carefully, watching their mates to check for jealous reactions. Females only if they grabbed him first. The females seemed to have little or no problem with jealousy or possessiveness, having grown up with the right to rule and boss around any male they saw. Mulder was no exception. If a female wanted something, he learned, just hand it over. He made sure to hide anything valuable or sharp or dangerous. He also made sure to put a glass guard around the fire – many curious hands had been pushed away from the glowing embers, and he was paranoid about scalded fingers.
Mulder grabbed up a notebook, settling down to make some notes. Krycek helped. They ended up in a tug of war, the merman dragged a few feet down the beach by his jaws. Mulder finally letting him have that one to chew on and growl over and grabbed another. He started making short notes to himself on things he had noticed earlier – as scraps of torn paper created a localised confetti typhoon beside him – things he could explore further... perhaps when he was writing his novel... or the screen play...
I’ve seen examples of horticulture – the kelp are being maintained quite carefully within the boundaries of the reef. The merpeople are keeping it clear of unwanted competition from other types of seaweed or predators, and are harvesting the product for the use of the whole group.
From what I can see, there is nothing in the way of tool making. Although they fashion objects using teeth and hands, they are not for food gathering or hunting purposes. They serve no purpose more complex than the decorations collected by bower birds.
Social interactions appear to be very complex indeed. The structure of their society operates on a number of levels, although I have not yet determined if ranking is determined according to birthright, as with some mammals like wolves or coyote, or through strength. They have a manner of deference to some individuals, and expect respect from others on the basis of gender, age, and mated status, but not necessarily, from what I can gather, on the prowess of the hunter, or physical strength.
I am looking forward to observing them in more detail, especially the interactions between males and females. How do the females select their mates, and what mating rituals are used? The very young ones are a constant source of inspiration, and I am quite fascinated to watch them being taught – raising young appears to be mostly communal, although I have yet to see any very young infants – and I am hoping to learn their rules and regulations through watching the teaching of the... children. What is the word for baby merpeople? Mulder’s perfect memory searched his data banks... kids? Kits?
Finally he put his note book away, too tired and full of everything he’d seen to be bothered with it anymore.
"You reckon they’ll make a movie out of all of this? Who’ll play me? Hugh Grant? Whoopie Goldburg? No, I have to be Jeff Goldblum - weird but sexy… ‘Mermen in the Mist’, it’s got a certain ring to it, don’t you think?"
