Looking at his watch, he knew the security guard on at this time of night would be away for an hour, having his late late lunch, then, if he stayed to the same pattern of behaviour he’d displayed since starting, he’d put his feet up for a nap for the rest of the night time shift. Scully had arranged a good set of security, but the aquarium would spring for only one guard at a time – one guard who had not been told to specifically keep an eye on Mulder (anything to avoid a scandal) who trusted the scientist with the merman in his care. The place was quiet. There was no trouble, no problems for the guard to worry about. Everyone was friendly, and the video cameras had the place covered.
Except for the platform.
Krycek was leaning his elbows on the platform to raise his upper body, and Mulder was struck by how like any other young man he was. Well, any other very beautiful young man. Some guy looking to catch some moon shine on the beach, as long as you were not looking too closely.
Mulder knelt by Krycek’s side, picked up the rubber brush, and started stroking Krycek’s back, grinning to himself as the merman spread out to his full length, arms stretched out in front of himself, fingers grasping air as he enjoyed the massage.
"See, I haven’t forgotten you, we just have to be discreet, pretty thing," Mulder explained his stand-offish attitude. Fascinated hands explored Mulder’s legs and feet, learning toes and leg hair, while Mulder put down the brush to caress scales and fins. He ran his hand over the swell of buttocks, wondering how Krycek would look as a human: quite delightful he decided. There was no indication of the position of knee or calf, but Mulder believed he would have pretty good legs, long and solid. He cautiously moved aside the fins across Krycek’s rump, letting one finger find the tiny anal opening. He couldn’t help grinning to himself as it refused entry to his finger tip, tight as a fish’s asshole, indeed! I wonder if that would be possible...?
He kept up the rubbing and petting, enjoying Krycek’s indulgent reactions, the long heavy tail whapping occasionally on the platform, almost like some monster dog wagging.
Krycek rolled onto his side, his fins spreading out lazily behind him, looking up at Mulder with a definite smile in his eyes. His hands caressed Mulder’s torso, tugging at Mulder’s shorts.
"Wait, let me get them off, don’t tear these too, I’ve got to start watching pennies from now on." Mulder knew what he was doing was crazy, but right now, there wasn’t much he could do to get himself into even more trouble. Why not make Krycek happy during their last few times together? He stripped off, then started rubbing down Krycek’s belly, up to his chest, caressing pectoral muscle and nipples, outlining shoulder blades and collar bones.
"I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are to me... but maybe I can show you instead?" Mulder moved down, pressing his lips to the neat little navel, following the human-like skin down to the genital pouch. He started kissing the edges, outlining the smooth lips, pressing his tongue in to where the flesh was warmer, where the muscles moved as Krycek wriggled slightly. He looked up, "Do you mermen do this? Can you do this with those teeth? Hope you like it."
The ocean caressed Mulder’s tongue, the flavour of clean sea salt. His hands caressed the soft skin of hips that faded into blue-green scales as his tongue and lips explored the sensitive opening.
As Krycek’s excitement mounted, his penis started to come out of hiding, meeting Mulder’s tongue to be caressed and stroked. Mulder started to nibble around the so-human-shaped penis, circling around the head, probing his tongue into the delicate slit. He could feel the sharp claws tracing jittery patterns on his back as Krycek was so careful not to scratch or claw while experiencing a new sensation. Mulder let his mouth hold the growing organ, imagining it melting on his tongue like sugar candy. Keeping his mouth soft and warm, he started to twist his jaw, screwing his lips up and down the shaft, as Krycek’s hips started to rock in time with Mulder’s movements.
Mulder pushed gentle fingers in under the penis, finding the testicles embedded in the fleshy walls of the pouch, avoiding any lingering tenderness from the healed over cuts, to manipulate the so sensitive bumps.
It was hard to keep the strength of Krycek’s thrusts from gagging Mulder’s efforts – it took a lot of force on Mulder’s part and learning each other’s beat before Mulder could get a good rhythm going.
That long tail wrapped around his body while he wrapped his arms around soft-scaled hips. So similar, yet so different to a human male, so much more beautiful than anyone else he’d seen or touched.
Mulder could taste the ocean in Krycek, the salt of the sea; fluid, dangerous, the taste of something free and wild and liquid. Something he should not hold in his arms, something no human should try to tame.
The wild twisting came to a thrashing crescendo. Mulder clung tightly as the merman found his release, unrestrained by concepts of polite sex play. Not caring, as with Mulder’s few other partners, to warn of impending climax. Not caring if Mulder couldn’t take the strength and ferocity of animal passion. Clinging to the wild beast Mulder felt volcanic hot pulses fill his mouth, sliding down his throat, dribbling down his face and neck, and didn’t let go even as the merman relaxed onto the platform, panting, limp and sated.
Fuzzy, totally replete, huge green eyes stared up at him when he finally sat up, ignoring his own arousal momentarily, to gently tuck Krycek’s penis back into its hideaway.
"Was that nice?" Mulder kissed him softly on the lips, raining gentle kisses like light warm sunshine across high perfect cheekbones
It wasn’t a purr, but the soft rumble was pretty close, as the merman stretched his skeleton out, fins and tail extending to full length, catching the light both natural and artificial, quivering like mercury. Shimmering like diamonds across the scales, reflecting like emeralds in ocean deep eyes.
"Ah yes, you liked that all right." Mulder caressed his own aching erection, knowing he had plenty of time before the guard came back to do whatever he wanted, and knowing the merman would let him do as he wished. "You’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you? You’re a good boy. Hmmm... Good boy?"
No reply, just another almost smile.
"Will you let me touch you here?" Mulder’s fingers slipped round, fondling near the break of the major dorsal fin, where the base of the spine would be in a human. The fins shifted, but there was no aggressive showing of spines, and as Mulder bent his head to tongue around the tiny anal opening the merman didn’t even roll over. Krycek lay comfortably on his side, enjoying his afterglow, content to let Mulder touch him wherever he wanted, to explore as his will directed.
"Are you even big enough here? Can you do this like a human?" Mulder’s fingers explored, finding an almost human-like pucker hidden amongst the scales. "Is this something you do with your people? Or don’t you feel the need?"
As there was no protest, Mulder slipped a finger into the tight channel – enjoying, as always, the change from the cold outer surface to the fiery hot insides. Krycek raised his head, looking over his shoulder, but he didn’t pull away or protest the touch, and Mulder was emboldened to add another finger, twisting, scissoring his fingers until the tight muscle started to give.
Very carefully he added a third finger. The great heavy tail lifted slightly, Krycek twisting to look at him again, and Mulder backed off a little, letting him adjust slowly.
"Hang on, I’ve got some KY here." Mulder scrabbled through the pocket of his abandoned shorts. With the lubricant on his fingers he tried again, Krycek letting him slip in and manipulate three fingers, stretching the soft tissues.
Squatting behind the prone merman, sitting up while Krycek continued to lie placidly in front of him, Mulder eased forward, positioning himself until he could slide in one inch, then two. He slung one leg over Krycek’s hips, aware of his precarious balance, and very aware that if Krycek got annoyed at this at anytime Mulder could find himself impaled on poisonous spikes in a very delicate area…
"Oh, you sweet thing, you’re going to let me do this, aren’t you?" Mulder said, awkwardly easing forward until he was fully sheathed, his flesh, aching and needy, caressed by slick, oozing muscles, his balls and thighs teased by slippery sharp scales.
-oo0oo-
I shouldn’t be doing this, Mulder thought as his excitement built to unbearable proportions. Who knows what kind of diseases, harmless to humans but potentially deadly to merpeople, I could be giving him... He took one of the fine boned hands in his, holding it, feeling the fingers clasp his own as he started gently to thrust into accepting flesh. Huge green eyes sparkled back at him, still, content, more curious than perturbed, ignoring the discomfort.
Rocking slightly with the increasing force of Mulder’s thrusts, Krycek remained all but sublimely indifferent to the frenetic activity going on behind him. Any moment now, Mulder expected him to crawl away, and he could feel his excitement build, the first spasms starting deep in his balls as they slapped against the yielding surface of the tail. Mulder’s free hand clutched spastically at Krycek’s chest, scraping tiny nipples, as he released hot cum into the merman’s body. His last flurry of thrusts rocked Krycek, forcing Mulder to grab his hips, holding him, stopping him crawling off, pouring in the last scolding drops of his seed. The final contractions shook him, shook them both, and Mulder finally relaxed, collapsed half on top of his pretty pet.
A quick check of his watch showed he had at least 10 minutes before the guard was due back. Holding his softening cock, trying to avoid any more cuts and scrapes, Mulder pulled himself free of the merman. Krycek rattled, apparently less pleased with being buggered than being blown, and Mulder bent his head to kiss the tiny anus better. A ring of pink showed amongst the shimmering scales now, and Mulder used his tongue to poke the swollen flesh back into the merman’s body, tasting his own flavour as it seeped out of the too tight channel.
"You didn’t like that so much, then?" Mulder lay down beside Krycek, patting his shoulders and arms, making sure he wasn’t too ruffled. "Well, we don’t need to do that too often then. I can do the things you like – face to face fucking, I’ll suck you off, stuff like that. You liked those things, didn’t you, hmm? Good boy?"
He grabbed the brush again, using that and his hands to make sure they were still friends. "You will let me do it now and then though, won’t you? That probably wasn’t too good, being your first time, but next time won’t be so bad. And I’ll do all sorts of things you like."
Mulder stopped his fussing for a moment to pull his clothes on, straighten his hair, and make sure there was nothing out of place. The last thing he needed right now was to get caught doing this again. Scully had been surprisingly understanding last time, but Mulder knew he could be facing jail time if she wanted to report him.
"Of course, this is a moot point if I have to leave here. We won’t see each other again then, except if I come visit you, like the tourists do, but I won’t be allowed to touch you then. And they’ll be installing your gate pretty soon as well. Then you’ll have the freedom to come and go as you wish, and maybe you won’t want to stay here. What do you think will happen, pretty baby? Will you stay here, where the living is easy, the food is free, and there’s nothing to eat you? Or will you want to go back out to the oceans?" Mulder started his fretful grooming again, enjoying the way Krycek had completely relaxed once more, having apparently forgotten any trespass or discomfort. "Are you missing your people? Did you have friends out there?"
Footfalls heralded the guard’s return, and Mulder nodded and returned the man’s smile, making ‘nothing untoward happened at all while you were gone’ expressions. He dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Will you miss me when I’m gone? Will you even remember? What is your attention span anyway? Do you remember like dolphins? Or do you forget after 30 seconds like a goldfish? What are we going to do? I can’t take you home and keep you as a pet. My bathtub isn’t big enough. I have a catchment area near the sea, it’s part of the beach. It’s why I bought that house. But what, I’m gonna smuggle you out of here?"
Krycek was ignoring him totally now, scrabbling around the platform hunting for something to eat, not at all interested in Mulder’s pathetic babblings. Mulder handed him a shrimp. For a while they just sat there, Mulder feeding his pet project, Krycek far more interested in eating than in any moral dilemmas the human may have been facing.
After a while Mulder placed both feet against the merman, his back against the wall and pushed the merman into the water, earning himself a slooshing of water as Krycek retaliated with a tail slapped down hard. But instead of following the invitation to play, Mulder just leaned down, "I have to go home for a while, I’ll see you in the morning." Drooping slightly, instead of enjoying the expected elation from having fucked the fish-guy, Mulder left the aquarium. He had a CV to write out, and there were not that many job opportunities for people in his speciality who interfered with their charges.
-oo0oo-
There was a full house on the day the gate was installed. People didn’t know if this was going to be the last time they would get a chance to see the famous merman. The gate would let him come and go, or maybe... just go. It was illegal now, ever since it had been discovered many cetaceans had an intelligence rivalling that of humans, to keep certain animals in captivity. Although they still didn’t know if Krycek was intelligent, there was no way the animal liberationists would allow the aquarium to keep the merman locked up for any length of time. The aquarium had made enough money from him now to pay all its expenses a hundred times over anyway, despite Skinner’s complaints about his lavish diet.
Disturbed by the activity in his tank, Krycek had heaved himself onto the platform again, and he was beautiful in the sun. Mulder could feel the pain of loss starting already, before they even knew if Krycek would make the decision to leave.
If you love something, set it free. But what if it doesn’t come back? Do I take a boat, go and try to find him? They already think I’m insane, I guess that mad quest wouldn’t make much difference.
One of the workers, taking a break as the gate was installed, windered across the walkway, dropping onto the platform. Mulder went to move closer, just in case... The worker pulled a sandwich out of her pocket, and everyone held their breath as she offered peanut butter to the merman.
