Siren's Sonata by [livejournal.com profile] vensre

Feb. 4th, 2005 12:10 am
writing_thuri: (Merman)
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This is not written by me. It's set in the Siren's Song universe, after Part 12, but is an AU of the AU. ;D The author is [livejournal.com profile] vensre. And this is a possible tig, if anyone wants to continue it . . .




Dominic knelt to fill the tub, and his hands shook. He hummed until his voice broke and left him soundless, craning backwards to see how Billy was managing.

Billy was, of course, managing just fine. In fact, he was in the middle of wiggling out of his jeans, boxers sliding partway down to show the line of his hip and lower abdomen. The sight (muscular legs) sent a bolt (lazy, heated green glance) of golden heat (that chest, those arms reaching) down through his core, sparking in every limb and focusing on Dom's nervous, limp cock, which swelled in craving answer. His lover's arms slid warm around him, lips planting hot kisses at his neck, skillful hands ridding him of his shirt. Then Billy leaned down and straightforwardly thrust his tongue into Dom's mouth, pressing him back against the side of the tub, and pulling Dom's hands up to the waistband of his shorts. Dom took the hint and smoothed his fingers back over Billy's fantastic arse, catching the material and pulling it down, palms on skin. He ran his hands all the way down Billy's thighs, calves, ankles - and he stepped out of them and kicked them away, still kissing - then back up, in, between. He felt at the crease between Billy's legs, knowing it wasn't his natural state; touched his balls, rubbing gently, wondering what they looked like in his true form. What his cock looked like. Dom whispered something to this effect into Billy's mouth, and the idea must have got through, for Billy's knees gave and suddenly he was straddling Dom's lap, his erect cock poking wetly into Dom's navel. Sensation shot through Dom, and like a link Billy made a needy sound and thrust helplessly once, twice.

Ohgod, said Dom. Time to get in, I think. I want to see you. Want to touch you. Know you.

Yes, sang Billy. Yes, yes, yes. Dom yanked off his own trousers and stepped into the large bathtub, holding out his arms.

Billy joined him and fell into them, and just like that, things were different. Billy's eyes fell closed at once as the change took him, sealing his legs together, stripping him of the glamour of land bound being and landing his reality heavily in Dominic's embrace. They sagged backwards together, Dom bracing against the cold wall briefly before he gave in to necessity and lowered them both fully into the water. It was a large tub, not yet full, with room to move or to bring another person or so in. Pounding heart. Dom didn't need anyone else. Only Billy.

One arm around the back of Billy's neck, Dom knelt beside him and kissed his face and mouth. Billy's tongue stroked along his own, (even in the shape of his mouth he had small changes). Dom bit down affectionately on the tongue, and Billy shuddered against him, curling and making a small splash. The kiss broke. He pulled away to run his free hand down Billy's front, from neck to nipple to the altered shape of his hip and beyond. To feel, to see. Where the perfect smoothness of skin became a thousand oddly soft shining scales, the strength of them and the lovely shifting color, tiny scales and bigger ones and how they linked like snakeskin in its warmth. The feel of his spine continuing, never stopping, and the tail . . . Dom exclaimed aloud as his fingers explored the fin, and Billy's hands gripping his shoulders as the webbing twitched ticklishly at his touch brought it all abruptly home in the most delicious way possible.

Dom slid his hand up Billy's front, now, where the seam of his legs would be, and there it was, like the dessert he'd been saving.

It was the hottest thing Dom had seen in his life, for some reason; the scaled sheath and the sleek, ruddy prick protruding from it. The shaft was slender, in a way, bulging out at the head, and tender, slick, quivering with its arousal. Dom ground into Billy's tail so that he would feel Dom's own erection; it was only fair. But he couldn't stop looking, unless it was to touch, or perhaps taste. Ah! Now there was an idea. He backed Billy against the edge of the tub and slid both arms under what would be his arse, if he had one - and dammit, how was Dominic supposed to fuck Billy if he didn't have an arse?! - but here's something good in the meantime, he thought or muttered, and caught the beautiful cock between his upper lip and tongue. Slid down once, twice, sucked it deep into his mouth, and now Billy was making noise just like Dom wanted him to. More of this.

No, wait, said Dom, lips still around the silky spade-shaped tip, you have to fuck me with this thing, don't come yet. You're so beautiful, how could you think I wouldn't want you still? I guess I don't understand it myself - he paused to lick down the bottom of the shaft, sliding his tongue into the sheath - why are you so . . . ? I must be kinky. Fuck me, I'm glad. Never knew. No, seriously. I want you to take me, and hurry, before I come just touching you. Take me, Billy, fuck me, take me, show me how you do it like thi–

Dom! Billy shuddered, wracked with lust and relief. Stop it! I'm going to, okay? It'll be too fast, you talking like that, gods below.

Right, right. Dom crawled back up and kissed and bit his mouth with gentle savagery. Please . . . please hurry . . . I want you . . .

Billy convulsed, shoulders slamming into Dom's as the scales where fingernails would be dug into Dom's back. There's more than one way, he growled into Dom's ear, lickgrowl, plunder. I have something you'll need, first. He scrabbled over the edge of the tub and brought around noseplugs, which Dom goggled at blankly. Put 'em in.

Dom did, a tiny bit apprehensively, and his arousal flagged a touch in his uncertainty, but then Billy's tailfin began stroking his legs, scraping erotically, parting them, soothing and electric. A wave of love crashed over Dominic. You'll . . . keep me safe. Keep me . . .

Satisfied, as well, I hope. For as long as you'll let me. Beautiful creature you are, I'll want to keep you forever. We were made to meet, whispered Billy, and one of the cartilaginous spines caught into his skin and pulled. Pulled, and he almost screamed with the wantfucktakegivewant that flared inside him. Then Billy's tail wedged up between Dom's legs, Billy's long, stiff penis prodding hard into his perineum, and the inside of Dom's mind ceased to make sense.

Billy's mind, though, was still nearly as sharp as ever, and he guided Dom's hand down between them to show him what was happening. It's slick, he told Dom conspiratorially, inserting one of Dom's fingers into the top of his sheath. It came out coated in the thick, slippery stuff being secreted there. Billy showed Dom the way of pressing to yield more of the stuff, lubing everything and scenting the water with a musky tang. And. It's here. If you want to. Go on, push in. It feels good . . .

One of Dom's fingers curled into Billy's hole, a handspan from his cock. Billy's eyes squeezed shut, and he slipped down beneath the water's surface. Dom managed not to panic. In fact, Dom began to get a really fantastic idea, and tried submerging to tell Billy about it, which didn't work all that well. They surfaced.

With your flexibility, we could fuck each other at the same time, he said, right before Billy's mouth took his. He was dragged back underwater, maintaining the seal of their lips, and suddenly knew what the noseplugs were for. Billy nodded, thumbs pressing into Dom's human hips, and began to rub around his lower abdomen and buttocks and thighs, methodically. He massaged the whole area around Dom's groin until his cock was twitching at every touch, approaching painful from the contrast in stimulation. Dom nipped at Billy's tongue, then jerked closer, legs encircling the tail, grinding down over Billy's erection, pressing it between his arsecheeks. The mer made a desperate sound, easily audible as water filled Dom's ears, and thrust a hand down between them to work more of the slippery semiliquid out of the gland. It clung to his fingers, clung to everything. Dom could taste it in Billy's throat, and licked at the back of his mouth, offering everything to him as they rolled so Billy was above him, dorsal fin breaking the surface.

Billy's thumb, slick with that secretion, insinuated itself in his cleft, and he spread his legs and arched his lower back obediently to allow it easier entry. It slid in with a borderline-unpleasant sensation (water coming in as well) and turned, stretching impatiently this way and that. Dom tried to relax and not to squirm, although his abdominal muscles were clenching against Billy's front. Billy allowed him up, then, and he surfaced gratefully, the thumb still buried inside him.

Alright? Billy situated him gently against the end of the tub opposite the faucet. Swear you'll not let me hurt you. We may have different tolerances for things, and you have to tell me, aye?

I would, agreed Dominic, breathless, but it's fine so far. . . . More?

Billy's eyes flashed, and his thumb withdrew. A quick rendezvous with his own cock, freeing more of the lubricant, and then one finger - that had to be his middle one, god - and then two . . . Billy's mouth was on Dom's nipple, then, tonguing soft but firmly as the fingers scissored inside him. Dom gasped, his head falling back.

Other nipple. Third finger. Dom's eyes watered, and Billy licked at his face, making eye contact to ascertain whether Dom wanted him to slow. Dom didn't.

You're stretching so easily, Billy said in a dark voice into Dom's ear. Is it because I fucked you last night? Are you ready again? You want this in you, don't you? He pulled himself to Dom, bumping their cocks together, and began humping him gently. The fourth finger, and Billy crooned, I'll fill you. I'll have you. You're mine now. Mine, he said, and kissed Dom sweetly, tenderly.

Dom's primary response to this was to slide lower in the water and open his legs as far as the tub would allow.

You're ready, aren't you, said Billy, looking at Dom's cock bobbing in the water. He touched the tip gently, and put two fingers around the head, and watched Dom's eyes roll back. You are.

I am, said Dom in a strangled voice. Please.

Date: 2005-02-03 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canciona.livejournal.com
Oh, yay! So happy to see this get posted! It really does need to be continued.

Date: 2005-02-05 07:51 am (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
It's very good, isn't it? I was so flattered when I'd heard she'd written it, and then reading it . . . wow. So hot.

Date: 2005-02-05 04:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canciona.livejournal.com
I know! She needs to write more of this. I know she's embarrassed, but damn!

*loves madly*

Date: 2005-02-03 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] crsty1961.livejournal.com
YES YES YES!!!!!!! OMFG MORE PLEASE!!!!!!

Date: 2005-02-05 07:51 am (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
There should be more, huh?

I didn't write it, of course, but almost wish I had so I could make there be more of it ;D

Date: 2005-02-03 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] illblancesgrl.livejournal.com
gah!!! yes more plz!!!

Date: 2005-02-05 07:52 am (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
More would be wonderful.

If I'd written it, I would oblige, but since I didn't . . .

Date: 2005-02-03 11:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] celticpickle.livejournal.com
*like how I responded to [livejournal.com profile] beizy's post before this one*

o_O

Nggggh......

Date: 2005-02-05 07:53 am (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
Exactly my reaction.

Because, dude. This is soooo hot. I'm so flattered something I wrote inspired it.

Date: 2005-02-05 08:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] celticpickle.livejournal.com
*daydreams*

Yes, that is a wonderful feeling! You know the series, "But I'm a Football Player"? Well, I supplied the idea, and [livejournal.com profile] sparkythehamstr just had a field day with it!!!! I think I'm more of an idea person that an actual creater person. :/ Still fun though to see people's progress!

Date: 2005-02-04 08:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bam-a-lam.livejournal.com
Please post more. *begs* Omg mer!Billy! *thuds*

Date: 2005-02-05 07:54 am (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
If there was more if it, I'd post it. If I'd written it, I'd write more.

But that's all there is.

Hot, though, wasn't it? Mmmmm.

Date: 2005-02-06 11:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knoifey-spoony.livejournal.com
I AM DEAD.

NO MORE HOTMERFIC FOR ME.

GOSH DARNIT.

YOU LOT DO IT ON PURPOSE, DON'T YOU?

...

Excuse the caps. I feel they express my emotions in this situation quite aptly, though, so there you are.

Date: 2005-02-10 07:31 pm (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
Quite on purpose, yes.

And I understand the caps. That was about my reaction, when I first read this.

Date: 2005-02-11 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knoifey-spoony.livejournal.com
I knew it! ... And I love it. *sighs* I'm such a masochist. ;)

Date: 2005-02-20 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ingve9.livejournal.com
It's too late to comment in English. My words have all dissolved into something as big as the ocean. SirenSong goodness I already loved.... and now it's melting into THIS. DIVINE. *swims after you*

Date: 2005-02-20 03:53 pm (UTC)
thuriweaver: (Mer!fic)
From: [personal profile] thuriweaver
This is amazing, isn't it? I'm still all shocked and happy and wow that something I wrote inspired it!

And you like Siren's Song? *is giddy*

OhGod.

Date: 2005-04-25 12:10 am (UTC)
ext_72714: (Default)
From: [identity profile] nilamarthiel.livejournal.com
*dies happily* Need more. Thuri, you know you own my brain, heart, and panties, right?

Date: 2005-05-09 04:50 pm (UTC)
ext_181221: (Default)
From: [identity profile] scottish-lilly.livejournal.com
Thuri,love,Siren's Song is brill...i read it all in one night when i discovered it...and i'm dieing for more!!!And this is just.....*falls over*

Please please please....get whoever wrote it to do more...or at least consent to a tig!:D

And for the love of...write more on Siren's Song...i'm dieing here!!!
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