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Sea, Foam and Dust	By : Hnoss Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 5750 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sea, Foam and Dust

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own The Little Mermaid and I’m not making any money here either. Well, technically, this isn’t The Little Mermaid. It is my rendition of the whole thing from a darker, more homosexual point of view. Hell, it could be called The Little Merman. Hell, I might even work next on Beauty and the Queer, The Lion Queen, or The Swan Fag. Hey! It’s okay. I’m gay. I can say that word. Only gay people are allowed to say that word just like black people are only allowed to say the N word. Well, yeah, you can say faggot, just don’t let me hear you. The last person who called me that met some mace and my heel across his pimply face in a graceful roundhouse kick. And when he screamed, I sprayed him in the mouth just for good measure because I’m thorough that way. I’ve been told in good humor that I fight dirty and without honor. That’s okay. I’m not Japanese. Honor is for people who always die at the end of the movie. At the end of my movie, I’m the one looking down from my gleaming ivory tower, laughing maniacally, scorching the invading army to ashes with my giant magnifying glass that is powered by all my evil wishes and darkest desires.

Summary: A young merman falls deeply in love with a handsome Two-Leg whom he saves from a terrible storm. But, a much darker, more twisted being feeds on the pain of love denied. MM, Language, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter Two

Prince Andrew was bathed, clothed in fresh linen, and put to bed with a light broth of chicken in his stomach. He had been given plenty of fresh water to drink and was told to rest. He was safe and his health was the most important thing in the entire kingdom. All the pretty maids and laundresses cooed to him so.

He was looking up at the high ceiling that had been painted to look like a living, thriving coral reef. That siren voice was still in his ears and that beautiful face was still gazing down at him right before his topaz blue eyes. He had never seen such long, dazzling hair. It had reminded him of rolling waves of fresh fallen snow under silver moonlight that he had seen while staying at his palace in the far north.

Had it been one of the sea god’s nymphs? He just didn’t know. Hadn’t that wondrous voice been a little masculine?

It was mysterious and perplexing. What had it been?

The bottoms of his feet were itching to jump out of bed, run through the palace, and down to the shore. He didn’t care if he had to shout until his throat was raw and hoarse. He wanted to find his rescuer.

He could still feel that gentle hand touching his face, caressing his jaw ever so tenderly. It had felt like the touch of a lover.

He had thought himself dead and in paradise when he heard the song and gazed up into molten green eyes. He wanted to feel those hands touching him again. He would never forget that magical touch.

He was so thankful to be alive and well. It would have been so lonely dying at sea. Would he have become one of those lonely spirits that haunted the waves, moaning and groaning until the end of tides?

It caused him to shiver just thinking about such a tragic fate. He was lucky and he knew it.

He had to find the person who had saved him from the chilly embrace of Lady Death and richly reward her…or him. But, how had this person saved him? He had been miles out at sea.

“Oh, Andy,” Reggie had teased him. “Young ladies just don’t go swimming around in the ocean rescuing drowning men.”

“Who said it was a young lady?” He had retorted. “What if my rescuer hadn’t even been human?”

His bath servants had giggled, calling him silly. He had clearly taken in too much seawater and was just seeing things.

Well, that was a rational possibility. He was just happy he hadn’t wound up food for the sharks. He had been told they loved the taste of man.

But, it had been so real. The voice, that face, and the seductive touch. He couldn’t have made it all up in his head. He just didn’t have that kind of imagination. There was no way he could have been the creator of such perfect beauty. It just wasn’t possible. He did have a wicked horny streak about him, but teenage hormones couldn’t have invented that dream lover…could they?

He wished his parents were still alive. They would know what to do. But, then again, he would never have mentioned sex to them and he would never have been allowed to go on that ship. His mother had been too protective.

Since he had grown up in the palace his entire life, he had learned about sex from books and watching the animals doing it. He had learned that his right hand was a good friend indeed when things got a little to hard in a very big way.

He began touching himself, picturing that mythological face. He closed his eyes, pretending the hand stroking his long length wasn’t his own.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, feeling slightly dirty and ashamed. What if his rescuer had been a guy?

He felt slightly sick to his stomach. The hardness was painful, so he quickly tried picturing someone else. It failed.

That flawless face, sculpted from smooth white bone, came rushing back like a tidal wave. He silently gasped as spurts of pearly cream splattered his naked chest with gooey warmth.

“Oh, gods,” he panted, looking at the milky slime on his bronze fingers.

He cleaned himself off, feeling slightly dizzy. What if he had just masterbated to a guy’s face and touch?

He shook his head. He was too tired. There would be time to sort it all out later. Perhaps he would remember something in dreams.

“Please,” he whispered. “If you’re real, be a girl.”

He quickly found a way to comfort himself. If his rescuer hadn’t been human, then it didn’t count. He was exempt from being sexually attracted to a guy.

That sudden epiphany was jus what he needed in that moment. It caused him to smile with relief and sleep came to him much easier.

~*~

The secret grotto in the coral was Mara’s little getaway when she wanted to escape the company of her younger siblings. It was hidden and couldn’t be discovered unless she allowed for it to be. There was a spell of illusion cast upon it, sealing it from the mundane. She couldn’t help but smile when she saw the look of awe on her little brother’s face. He had never really seen her do magic because she was so very secretive with her many special gifts.

“What is it?” He asked, following along behind her into the illuminated sanctuary that she treasured. “Did I do something?”

She spun around before him, giving him a pained look. “Why don’t you just tell me, Coeur?” She asked him. “You and I are close.”

“What is this?” He asked, changing the subject against her will. “The Two-Legs wear these on their feet, I know.”

“It is a boot,” she answered.

She did not go to the surface, but her tutor does. He is well versed in the ways and rituals of the humans. Her grotto was filled with many human devices in which she studied.

“And this thing here?” Coeur asked, holding it up.

“A brush,” she lied, looking at the silver fork he was holding. The humans ate their food with them. “The Two-Legs use them to brush their hair.”

He began brushing his long, luxurious locks with it. She couldn’t help but giggle at how silly he looked. He was far too trusting. He couldn’t even tell when someone was openly lying to him.

“Father would punish you if he knew you had all these Two-Leg things,” he said, putting the fork back down where he had gotten it to begin with.

“I share a valuable secret with you,” she told him, floating a little closer. “Please, tell me yours.” She wanted him to tell her. She wanted him to be open with her.

His face was a vision of fear and a mask of longing. He really didn’t know how to hide his feelings at all. They were so evident. He was so easy to read, too easy.

“I don’t have any secrets,” he said, lying through his teeth. He quickly picked up another human item. “What’s this?”

“That is a red rose trapped in a sphere of glass,” she told him. “It is a very special flower that grows Above. Two-Legs give them to the ones they love.”

“A rose,” Coeur said, smiling with even redder lips. They looked to have been carved from fire gems. The rose paled in comparison to their flawless symmetry.

She noticed that something new had been added to her collection. It was stuffed in the corner and it was very large. It was also covered with a thin net made from orange seaweed.

Now what in the Blue had Paralo given her this time? When had he brought it? He was always sneaking things in here to hide away from the Sea King. Her teacher was going to make her role her eyes right out of her head one day.

“Oh,” Coeur said, noticing as well, swimming over to her. “What it this?”

“I’m not sure,” she replied, pulling the seaweed away.

Both gasped at the same time.

It was a statue. It was a statue of a very handsome, but severe looking Two-Leg male. He was holding a shield and sword as if ready for a battle.

“Well,” she said, smiling because she liked it. Paralo really outdid himself this time. A ship must have dropped it over during a storm or it sank right along with the wooden vessel. “He is rather scary looking, huh?”

She suddenly turned because her little brother was so very silent. He was looking at the stone monument with glazed eyes and his smooth flesh was glowing like light through precious crystals. His seductive mouth was partly open in a silent gasp. There were little bubbles of sound escaping.

She watched him reach out with a radiant hand, gently touching the strong cheekbones. She noted just how tender his touch was, like a lovers.

“Do the two of you know each other?” She asked, breaking the silence that would have lasted forever.

Her little brother seemed to freeze like a snail. If he had possessed a shell, he’d be trembling inside of it right now. She was sure of it.

“Long ago,” she said, taking his hand in her own, putting it to her heart. “I fell in love with a Two-Leg, too.”

She had never seen those stunning green eyes get so big in all her life. Coeur looked as though he were going to start crying or screaming.

He suddenly shook his head. He was terrified.

“Andrew!” He suddenly cried, pushing her away from him. He threw his arms around the statues, neck, sobbing hysterically. “What has my love done to you? Why did it turn you into a rock?”

Mara was too stunned to move. The only thing she could do was gawk at her little brother. Father truly did keep him ignorant.

~*~

Chagrin blinked. In fact, he blinked his violet eyes several times.

His little brother was obviously an idiot.

“Perfect.”

To Be Continued

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