Prompt# 99- Clamp - Without Words, Chapter 10 - Tekia - Original

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Ha! I didn't realize that I was writing the perfect story for this week's prompt until over halfway through it. Sweet, huh?
The full story is found here, or less directly, here.

Title: Without Words, Chapter 10
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Clamp
Warnings: nudists and traces of yaoi and yuri
Rating: PG
Summary: Mer-people are not curious as a rule. It's why they've for so long, right? Too bad some of them don't realize this. In this chapter, The mermaid proves that the merman isn't the only one to make odd choices.

Miles hadn’t thought it could get any worse. He was wrong, of course.

Behind them a thud announced that the mer-boy had woken and come topside as well. An odd sound from Rebecca confirmed Miles’ suspicion that he was still naked. When he didn’t approach, Miles risked a glance and, to his relief, found that the boy’s hair covered most of his thin body.

The merman’s eyes were on Rebecca, something boiling therein. Feeling like a knight protecting the princess from the sea creatures, Miles put himself between the two pairs of needle sharp teeth and Rebecca.

He hoped they wouldn’t hurt him if they felt the need to attack her.

He hoped they wouldn’t attack her.

It was the merman who made the first move, striding across the breath of the boat and grabbing Miles’ arm roughly. With anger, possessiveness all but dripping off him, he pulled Miles away from Rebecca, crowding him. He fit his head just under Miles’ chin and pressed their chests together all the while glaring at Rebecca as she stared on in shocked wonder.

“She’s... He’s...”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what else to say. He could state the obvious, but what was the point? She had eyes.

A hiss warned him only seconds before Ligeia moved. She dropped from the rail onto the boat, eyes still trained on Rebecca. Miles reached a hand out in warning, but the merman pulled it down with a swift motion.

The mermaid moved slowly, languidly toward Rebecca. Miles could no longer see her eyes, but they seemed to have captivated Rebecca, for she didn’t blink, nor look away. Her tail moved much like a snake’s undulating against the wood of the boat’s deck as she inched closer and closer to Rebecca.

Terrified, Miles tried to break free of the other man’s hold, but, as he had suspected before, his strength was nothing compared to the selkie’s.

“Rebecca, careful.”

That seemed to snap her out of the daze the siren put her in and she glanced at Miles. Her eyes widened and she flushed a bright red. Her eyes returned to the mermaid, then she scrambled to her feet.

“You’ve found mermaids?”

“I suppose you can say they found me.”

“You’re going to be famous.”

“Rebecca,” even he could hear the pleading tone in his voice, “please don’t. I don’t want,” he didn’t know how to express what this was, “this ruined. They must have lived for ages, generations, here, unscathed by humans. I don’t want to be the one to do that to them.”

“Miles,” she said, her voice high as she held up her hands, “you could save them, right? With your money you could set up a habitat for them while gaining all the renown and fame and wealth. You discovered mermaids.”

He really didn’t like that glimmer in her eyes, or they way her smile lit up her face.

Frowning in concern for the mermaids, he hunched his shoulders. “No, Rebecca. I can’t do that.” He slipped his arm around the merman’s shoulders and buried his nose in the black and white hair. The merman returned the embrace and snuggled close. Miles would bet the world that he was still glaring at Rebecca, maybe with triumph glittering in his eyes.

“You’ve fallen in love with him?” Her voice was incredulous. “How intelligent are they? Does he return your love? They seem like simple, fish-like, to me.”

Miles felt himself blush to his ears. Hadn’t he just had such thoughts regarding just that not too long ago? How could he fall for a fish?

Then the man in his arms hissed, his back, the marks from his fins still remaining despite the absence of his tail, arching. Miles’ grip tightened and his eyes went to Ligeia still staring intently at Rebecca, eyes swimming with a mixture of emotions Miles was hard pressed to put a name to. He also noticed that, besides not attacking her as he had first suspected of her, she was inching ever closer to Rebecca.

“He is, they are. But still, you know what man is like. Even if they were put under protection, they would be hunted. For trophies, if nothing else. Rebecca, promise me you’ll never tell anybody about this.”

The look of disappointment on her face was acute, but he knew she would keep her word. Despite their failed relationship, she was true to her word. Smiling, Miles again tried to pull away from the arms holding him tightly and again failed.

Rebecca smiled, somewhat bitter-sweetly. “It seems as if he’s the jealous type.” Just then Ligeia wrapped her arm around Rebecca’s leg, clamping on tightly. Startled, Rebecca jumped, then tried to pull her leg free. Failing that, she reached out to pry the hands off, but got her hands captured instead.

Gasping, Rebecca lost her balance for the second time that day and landed in an ungraceful heap next to the mermaid. Blushing as she found that the bare chest was only inches from her face, she tried to escape by crawling on her hands, backwards. The mermaid reattached herself to Rebecca’s legs, pinning her down.

“M-Miles!”

Miles buried his nose in the merman’s hair again, trying to hold back his laughter. He lifted his head long enough to say, “She’s not going to hurt you, I don’t think.”

“You don’t think? Are you crazy? Get her off me.”

Testing the merman’s hold proved that he hadn’t relaxed at all and Miles shrugged helplessly. “As you see, they’re quite a bit stronger than us.”

Eyes wild with fear, Rebecca reached out to push the encroaching woman away. Her hand encountered soft- bare- flesh and she recoiled. “Go away, shoo.”

Ligeia pounced then, her arms coming around Rebecca’s neck. Miles laughed outright and Rebecca glared. “This isn’t funny! Get her off me!”

Ligeia touched her nose to Rebecca’s cheek, then blew softly against the fair skin. Rebecca shivered, trying desperately not to notice the voluptuously body pressed so decadently against hers. Then the creature languidly parted her lips and licked Rebecca’s cheek in one slow smooth stroke.

Miles grinned as Rebecca screamed and renewed her efforts at escape. He pressed his chin against the merman’s, drawing his attention away from the other two and nodded toward the stern of the boat. Instantly the merman released his hold from around Miles’ waist to his wrist and was tugging him away from them.

Miles couldn’t hold back his smile. At least he wasn’t the only one that fell so easily under the sirens’ spell.