A Pirate's Song

Chapter 4

He didn't mean to kiss Orion. He had intended to use his gift but it seemed his mind had drawn a blank, his body following it's instincts by pulling the creature into himself.

To see the beautiful merman trembling with fear, pink eyes wide and plump lips parted for breath. But what brought Sparrow to reality was the strange feeling of a pair of legs entangled with his own, or the fact that his body recognized the nudity and arousal of another straddling him.

Sparrow's eyes slid down Orion's slender chest, glancing at the way his tanned hands contrasted against the milky skin. He watched as his thumbs brushed against the male's hip bones, slowly rising over the pale flesh, brushing the soft pink nipples. The pirate captain could feel his mouth water, the idea of capturing the bright pink bud made shivers go down his spine.

"Your tail," Sparrow murmured, his voice hoarse, hands traveling down in search of the silky pink scales.

Orion inhaled sharply, his pink eyes wide, "Oh my," he whispered. Little did Sparrow know that something similar had happened once on this particular ship many years ago.

Orion squirmed uncomfortably, unconsciously rubbing their arousals. Sparrow moaned, hands sliding down to cup the fleshy globes.

"By the seas Orion," Sparrow said hoarsely, "Any more and I'll ravage you right here and now."

The normal, well composed Orion would've have listened and fled back into the tub but this new Orion refused to budge. The merman had turned into a wanton creature, his bright, pink, mouth parted ever so prettily as the creatures hips grinded against Sparrows. It was almost as if something had awoken inside Orion, throwing the creature into a frenzy.

Sparrow hissed when pressure was pressed against his throbbing length, hands with sharp talons tearing away and his trousers.

The young pirate captain could barely contain himself as he saw the naked Orion tear away at his clothes. Sparrow flipped them over, pressing pale merman against his bed, the merman forcing their lips together.

The kiss was heated, hands fervently exploring one another until Orion wrapped his hand around Sparrow's length. The pirate growled low in his throat, his fingers between them, his fingers pressing against Orion's entrance. To his surprise he found it wet and pulsing with need, almost like that of a woman's but Sparrow was sure that Orion was male.

Orion let a soft moan as Sparrows fingers slipped through the ring of muscle, "Orion," Sparrow whispered. The merman's breath hitched, his hips bucking forward. Sparrow's lips tilted upwards, "Swear to me that you will not eat my flesh," he murmured, curling his fingers, brushing against a certain spot that caused the merman to curl his toes.

The merman mewled, his back arching, "I swear on the gods," he rasped out, hands reaching out to curl in Sparrow's white blonde locks which were let loose from the leather noose.

A cry escaped Orion's lips when Sparrows fingers were replaced with something larger and with little resistance.

Sparrow watched the creature writhe beneath him, begging for more. The pirate grinned, licking his lips as he began to move, a soft groan emitting as the length was pleasured by the tightness of the creature who let out a mewl of ecstasy.

Moments passed when the sounds of moans and flesh slapping against flesh filled the Captain's quarters, the bedding beneath them shredded by Orion's claws as Sparrow had pounded into him. But when they reached the peak, their bodies stiffened as they cried in unison when their bodies let out a release.

A curse came from the pirates mouth as he collapsed next to the merman who had reverent to his original form, "It's been such a long time," Sparrow panted.

Orion felt himself blush as he watched the young captain lay a hand on his chest, the muscles shifting with each breath he took. He couldn't bear to tell him that it had been his first time with another, or the fact it was the first time he had felt such sexual frustration with another, may it be human or merfolk.

Ocean blue eyes looked at a pair of pink, a shade that Sparrow had once seen in his travels to the orient, during what the Japanese would call sakura season, "Beautiful," the pirate captain said, taking a white lock in his hand towards his nose, taking a deep breath of the sweetest perfume.

"You're staying with me forever," Sparrow swore, sending chills down Orion's spine.

A/N: Wow. Three years y'all. Hopefully this will get the ball rolling.