Fiction - "Angelfish" - F/V F/K

[lipstickcat.livejournal.com]

Guh. I'm supposed to be working on my getfraserlaid fics. Instead I check my flist and end up writing surreal commentfic......

Title: Angelfish
Author: Lipstickcat
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Vecchio, Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: PG-13 (for mentioning sex)
Notes: Inspired by matsutakedo’s latest post

Word count: 568 words

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The Bookman woke up very slowly. He pulled his pillow close to him and rubbed his cheek against the cool satin pillowcase. He’d been underwater, the water’s currents massaging his mostly bare skin. Deep underwater, but that was ok because he’d had a snorkel and no-one had told his dreamself that a snorkel wouldn’t help him breathe if it was completely submerged with him.

He’d been following an angelfish, because the fish knew something he didn’t. And then there was a bigger fish. The tip of its wispy tail tickled against his nose and he batted it away in slow motion because everything moves so slowly underwater. The delicate translucent tail flared and swirled in the water. He felt the urge to grab at the base of the tail, so he did. It wasn’t slippery-slimy like he expected, just smooth and warm like wet flesh.

He pulled his way up the tail, or maybe he pulled the fish down to his level. Only when the golden fleshy scales became pink most-definitely flesh did he realise that he was dealing with a mermaid, or, as his questing hands told him as he reached the creature’s chest, a merman.

When he came level with Benny’s eyes, his consciousness decided that he needed to stop eating cheese before bedtime. His subconsciousness, however, was happy to see him, even if he was a fish. Benny’s hair was unruly in the tide of the water, dancing in ebony ripples on top of his head. His eyes were the colour of the sky on the horizon, dark eyelashes clung to each other framing them as he smiled. Benny was happy to see him and that was important.

Semi-awake and only remembering vague images now, the man who was currently Armando smacked his lips sleepily and thought that he’d always wondered how mermaids had sex. He didn’t worry about how this thought should relate to the half fish, half mountie in his dreams. He pulled covers that matched the pillowcase over himself and snuggled back down into his dreams.

Mer-Benny pulled their bodies close and wrapped his tail around Ray’s legs, the tail tips ghosting against his ankles. Ray wanted to hold Benny tight, to run his fingers through his dancing hair, to draw patterns against his chest, to caress the curve of tail where his ass would be, but he didn’t have enough hands, even in his dreams, so he settled for cupping the back of his head in one hand and running a finger over his neck and shoulder with the other.

Benny closed his eyes and smiled, and with that smile came the realisation that Ray could hear the roar of the inside of a seashell in his ears. When Benny opened his eyes again, he reached out and gently pulled the snorkel from Ray’s face. The sea filled Ray’s eyes, salt stinging, and he panicked – he couldn’t breath without his snorkel. But his merman pressed a finger to his mouth to calm him, and then replaced the finger with his lips.

He could feel the exchange of oxygen, the intimacy of the gift of life and love. Their mouths moved slowly, speaking words that couldn’t be exchanged underwater. Ray breathed deep from Benny and ignored the niggling feeling that this wasn’t for him, this was for someone who was him but wasn’t anymore him than he was the Bookman. The angelfish was at his ear, telling his subconscious that someone was stealing what wasn’t his and he wasn’t there to stop it.

He ignored the fish. He was about to find out exactly how merpeople had sex.

***END***

Comments

[spikedluv]

Just a question for tagging and memorying purposes. You label the fic as F/V and F/K, but unless I'm missing something, it's only F/V. So, uh, am I missing something? *g* Thanks.

[lipstickcat.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this bit: Ray breathed deep from Benny and ignored the niggling feeling that this wasn’t for him, this was for someone who was him but wasn’t anymore him than he was the Bookman. The angelfish was at his ear, telling his subconscious that someone was stealing what wasn’t his and he wasn’t there to stop it. is me trying to be clever and refering to the Buddy Breathing..... ^_^;;;;;