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It had been a dismal day.

They had been limping across the bleak sea until they found refuge in a secluded cove on Isla Cruces. It was the closest island they could get to, and they could go no further in the state they were in now. Tomorrow, when dawn broke, whoever was left alive on the ship would go out and cut down the nearby woodland to mend The Scarlet Witch the best they could. Bucky would be left behind as always, tending to the wounded.

It had been Captain Fury’s decision to go to Whitecap Bay in the first place, so no one dared speak openly about what a mistake it had been. Bucky had heard of mutiny for less, but not a soul would dare oppose the mighty Captain Fury. Tales were spoken of him in every port from Tortuga to Port Royal, and even esteemed men of the British Navy feared the rugged old pirate. It was said he had raided every single port under British flag, and that he lost his eye making a pact with Davy Jones himself. Whatever was true of that, all Bucky knew was that the Captain only showed mercy and affection to one thing on this sea – the ship’s cat, Goose.

But spoken about or not – it had been a mistake. They had all heard the tales of the treasures hiding in the sand of Whitecap Bay, and of the monsters guarding it. Unfortunately for the crew, Captain Fury had chosen to listen to only the first part. “Nursery rhymes” he told them. “Stories for children. You’re not children, are you? You’re pirates. Act like it” Fury had growled, and they’d all listened to him. After all, he’d never led them astray before.

Not that Bucky had been on The Scarlet Witch long enough to know. Which had turned out to be a good thing, because last night he only had to watch strangers die, and not friends.

Bucky was a cabin boy, and it wasn’t his first employment. Since he was the youngest on the ship, and barely had any muscle on him, he kept one of the lowest ranking jobs while he spent his free time being trained with sword and gun. Someday he would be a real pirate, but that day had yet to come.

Still, it was better than what he had come from. While his father had been a pirate, Bucky had never met him. For all he knew, the man was dead now. He did not care to find out. He’d been raised in Tortuga with his mother, who kept an establishment of her own and for the right price you might buy both rum and a piece of her precious time. It hadn’t been a bad upbringing per se, pick-pocketing the drunken sailors and pirates with the other many kids of Tortuga’s whores. But…the day had come when his mother had found out that Bucky had no taste for girls. She’d seen the lingering eyes he’d cast at the handsome crewmates come to drink. Any other mother might have been horrified, but Winnifred Barnes sought to make a profit out of him for it, same as she made a profit out of his older sister Rebecca every night.

Bucky couldn’t take the prospect of a life like that, so he ran. Took a job on the nearest ship that would have him, and never looked back.

That was how he ended up on The Witch, and how he was now sitting at the base of the ship’s figurehead in the bow, carving away at a pair of boots he was meant to mend, hiding from the deck. This particular figurehead was large and had a lower part, making it look like a huge mouth with wooden fangs, and a fair woman at the head. Quartermaster Sam the Falcon had once told him it was supposed to be the Scarlet Witch the ship was named for, and she did indeed have a faded red to her dress. In any case, it was the best place to go if he wanted some privacy. Bucky was the only one small and nimble enough to climb down there, and once down he sat so close to the surface of the water he could see his own reflection. Right now he’d rather see his own stupid face than the horrors above.

The tales were all true, and they weren’t exaggerating. As soon as their ship made its way into Whitecap Bay, they had all heard the song. Those haunting distant words traveling like mist across the dark waters – come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be, who loves a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea – had been enough to get the least brave-heart of the crew to beg the Captain to turn.

“They’ll find us. Swords stand no chance against mermaids” they’d tried to reason.

“Aye, but gunpowder just might” Captain Fury had grunted and continued to steer inwards at the bay.

The mermaids did find them. Twenty, maybe thirty of the beautiful creatures came with their songs and their hair flowing behind them in the water. Bucky had watched, frozen with fear as his shipmates slowly strayed towards the gunwale, mesmerized by these creatures. Soon, the ship had been surrounded.

It wasn’t until one man – Bucky believed his name had been Sitwell – leaned too far to try and reach one of the mermaids outstretched hands and fell in the water that the song stopped. With flesh within their reach, the pretty women had turned to shrieking monsters with sharp teeth, fighting each other for the first taste of blood of the man they were now viciously drowning. Finally, Fury understood their peril and gave orders to shoot as he himself ripped at the wheel to turn the ship around. The air was soon filled with the smell of gunpowder and the sounds of mermaids and pirates screaming in terror or rage alike. Bucky had never seen anything like it – the devious sea creatures scaled the ship’s side with their clawed hands, they jumped powerfully over the rig to grab at sailors and plunge them to their deaths, and they lured the most gullible down with whatever magic they possessed.

Bucky scrambled across the deck trying to pull wounded men to safety, terrified out of his mind, and only looked one of them in the eye once. What he saw was colder and darker than any depth of the sea.

Afterwards, the men – especially the wounded ones – rambled almost delirious about their profound beauty. Bucky tended to their wounds and fed them soup, but he said nothing. A lot of those men had died during their limping journey today, and The Scarlet Witch was left with almost half a crew.

Hence why Bucky was hiding. He didn’t need to see more of it now. And even though he should feel scared of the water being so close, these were shallow parts in a bay not known for anything besides an abundance of coconuts. It was safe here. The sea had always made him feel safe – it felt wrong that this should be taken away from him.

Bucky sat hunched over, knowing most everyone had gone to sleep by now, and kept bending up the nails of the boot. If he got them all up now, he could have this sole replaced by tomorrow. Rumlow, the boatswain, would be pleased with him. The more he focused on his work, the more he listened to the sound of the gentle, small waves hitting the hull of the ship, the calmer he felt. The sea did not know any wind tonight, and the warmth of the sun now long since set in the horizon was lingering in the air.

But then he heard something. It was gentle, nothing more than a whisper in the wind. Frowning, the cabin boy looked up and out over the dark blue waters. They held a mist to them, and he could not see beyond maybe thirty feet. And something out in that mist was moving.

Heart beating faster, Bucky tensed, ready to cast himself up on deck and ring the bell to alarm everyone of a second attack. Yet something stopped him. It was that sound, that soft, deep sound. Bucky stopped, not knowing why, and strained to listen. He realized they were…words. Words he knew.

The king and his men

Stole the queen from her bed

And bound her to her bones

The seas be ours

And by the powers

Where we will, we’ll roam

It was an old sea shanty, often sung by pirates. No honest sailor would go near it. Except this time it wasn’t sung by drunken men, hollering the words at the bonfires in Tortuga. It was sung by the most beautiful voice Bucky had ever heard. It was strong like the mast of a ship, yet soft like a mother’s touch; deep like Davy’s Jones locker, yet light like a breeze in the sails. Whoever made that sound, it mesmerized Bucky. Once the mist slowly started to part, Bucky realized he was stuck. He couldn’t leave; and he didn’t want to.

What came through the water, turned out to be a man. A strikingly beautiful man. From here, Bucky could only see his torso which was as muscular as if he’d been working the deck of a ship all his life, but it seemed he was floating through the water. Droplet of salt water clung to his golden blond hair and his wet upper body glistened and glimmered like so many precious gems. Bucky had only ever seen such beautiful, pearly shimmer on…on…where had he seen it?

Fish. That was where.

But Bucky could still not move or speak when the man approached him, still singing his slow, sad shanty. Somehow, his tone and that curious look made it seem less sad though. And now the stranger – the creature – was so close all he had to do was reach out and grab at Bucky’s clothes to pull him down. All Bucky could think of was that his eyes looked like the most precious shade of blue. Not the sapphires on Captain Fury’s sword handle; more like the sea itself, when the sun made it shift and dance in a spectacular display of colour.

“Hello. What is your name?” the man spoke to him, waking him from his dreams His voice was deep and spell-bounding. The boy swallowed hard, having tensed up so bad on his ill-chosen position he cramped in his leg. He shouldn’t respond – he really shouldn’t – but something about this man made him feel like he wanted to. Nothing sinister could have such a beautiful voice, right? Bucky glanced up at the deck, but it was quiet as in the grave. Only Kraglin who had tonight’s guard would be awake, and even he would most likely be asleep on his post by now.

“B-Bucky. Or, it’s James, but no one calls me that” he answered shakily, almost whispering it out. Those blue eyes stared at him like they could see his soul, and the man smiled. It was a reassuring smile – reassuring even if the dark waters made it impossible to see what his muscular upper body ended in under the surface.

“Bucky” the man repeated. “I too have a name no one calls me by. You can call me Steve” he said with a little bow. He floated effortlessly in the shallow water.

“Steve?” Bucky repeated stupidly. It seemed so…common. Too ordinary for such a man.

Steve seemed to sense what he meant and he offered an apologetic smile.

“Like I said, it was not my birthname. ‘Steve’ was given to me by a friend. By one of you” he explained, making a gesture at Bucky. His arm seemed to move with such grace Bucky had never seen, neither in man nor woman.

“A pirate?”

“A human” Steve told him with an amused, tiny bit sly look. The notion had Bucky blush. A human. That would mean…

That Steve wasn’t human.

But he’d also said that the one who’d given him the name ‘Steve’ had been a friend. Clinging to that, Bucky braved to ask another question.
“Do you…do you have lots of friends like me?” He knew his voice sounds too small, but he couldn’t help it. Not only was he scared of this creature – he was also helplessly attracted to him. So little in terms of love and physical affection had been given to Bucky in his short life, but when he dreamed of a man, he dreamed of someone like Steve. No, wait. He couldn’t have dreamt of someone like Steve, because he didn’t know this kind of beauty existed.

“A few” Steve curled his lips like he had a secret. His voice was kind; gentle even. “Every once in a while the sea brings me someone worthy to get to know” he concluded in a deep tone, and Bucky’s heart did a somersault.

It can’t be him, it couldn’t possibly be him, but his pulse started beating in his ear anyway.

The man looked at the ship – the claw marks and broken wood – and sighed, looking almost mournful.

“I see you met my sisters” he told Bucky regretfully. Now Bucky was stricken with fear for an instant. Sisters? So this man was truly a monster then?

“We…we went to Whitecap Bay” he murmured instead, curling up under the figurehead. Steve looked at him again with those piercing blue eyes.

“I can see that. What madness possessed your Captain to do such a thing? My dear sisters are not known for their hospitality” Steve said. The notion made Bucky scoff, not exactly wanting to discuss his Captain’s decisions with a stranger, no matter how handsome he was.

“I’m not entirely sure how hospitable you are yourself” he said, crossing his arm and looking at Steve with suspicion.

That made the man grin for real, and it was the kind of smile that made Bucky want to curl up in his arms and let him do as he pleased. Which wasn’t a very good instinct considering this man might very well be a merman come to eat him.

“Dear friend, I am not my sisters. We were not made the same, and I do not have the same…desires as they do” Steve told him. Two things got to Bucky – being called ‘friend’ and seeing that Steve’s teeth were in fact not sharp and pointed. Both of these things shouldn’t have made him trust the man, but sadly it did. Bucky was lonely, after all.

“How are you made different?” he asked. He was curious.

Steve gave him a mischievous look.

“I will show you. But if I do, can I ask a question in return?” he said. This seemed fair, so Bucky nodded. Steve nodded as well, moving a little bit backwards in the water. “Alright. You must promise not to make noise now – we wouldn’t want to wake up the ship” he said in a hushed tone. With big eyes, Bucky nodded now as well.

Whatever he had expected to come up from out of the waters, it wasn’t what came. The sea was silent and still as the first limb rose above the surface, as if the thing belonged so wholly to it, the sea did not feel disturbed. It was a tentacle – much like the ones Bucky had seen on the octopus who preyed the shallow coves of his home island. Except this was much larger, and black as the night sky. And it must belong to Steve, for the look on his face was as curious as the tentacle’s movements as it curled and twisted slowly out of the water. The skin of it looked glistening, as if something more than water covered it, and the suction cups on the underside were surprisingly small and few. Bucky almost fell backwards and gasped. Despite the odd splendour of the limb, the only word Bucky could think of was Kraken.

But surely the Kraken did not look like this. The Kraken was a huge beast with a thousand sharp teeth and the stench of a hundred rotting corpses on his breath. Steve did not fit that description.

A second tentacle rose from the water on the other side of Steve to gently wrap around his own shoulder, almost affectionately. The one closer to Bucky rose further to now hold still right I front of his face. It had a curious twist to it’s dark end.

“They call me a cecaelia. You may touch it – I have more below” Steve told him with a small smile. Swallowing, Bucky almost did it. But his hand got stuck halfway out. What if it was a trap?

Steve – a cecaelia, not a merman – took the last step for him and reach forward, gently stroking over the back of his hand. Bucky twitched, expecting to have to pull back – he’d thought the tentacle surely must be cold and unnervingly slimy, like the cut off tentacles they sold at the fishers market and his mother roasted on a spit. But it wasn’t. Steve’s tentacle was oddly warm and soft, with whatever coating it making it slippery in a pleasant way. It was enough to make Bucky choke on his breath.

“They’re warm” he said, stupid as he was. The man before him smiled wider, raising his human hand to pet the tentacle around his shoulder.

“As am I. I believe it’s the human in me” he said casually, as if that was a normal observation. As if any of this was normal.

But Bucky didn’t sign up on his first pirate ship thinking his life would be normal.

The tentacle gently petted and explored his hand, to the point where Bucky almost forgot himself and giggled. But Steve seemed to catch it anyway and smiled at him knowingly, making the cabin boy blush.

“You had a question for me” he said just to distract himself. The tentacle wriggled and then pulled back a little. Bucky found himself missing it.

“I do” the cecaelia before him said calmly. Yet then his brow furrowed just the slightest and he tilted his head, as if he was measuring Bucky out. The water rippled softly about him in the misty night as he moved half a feet backwards, floating effortlessly. “My sister told me of one sailor that did not seem to listen to their song. One who did not move closer, but rather kept away. It is not often my sisters come across a man they cannot spellbind. And my question is, if that young sailor might have been you?” he asked.

That took Bucky aback. He shrunk where he sat, frowning. Had the song really not affected him? He hadn’t been one of the men who walked towards the gunwale searching for a glimpse of the mermaids, but he’d thought it was because he was so frightened. That he hadn’t listened properly. Still, when he thought back to it…all the crewmates spoke of beauty where he had only seen cold death staring back at him.

“I suppose that is me” Bucky answered the cecaelia’s question unsure of himself. “But how could you tell?” he wanted to know.

The sea creature smiled back brightly, as if the answer was obvious.

“Why, because you stayed and listened to my song” Steve told him. For some reason, that had Bucky flushed hot down past his neck below the white shirt and the ratty old leather vest he had untied over it. He had stayed and listened to the pirate’s song, finding it melodic in a way he’d never noticed in the siren songs of the mermaids. Did this truly mean he was in danger after all? As if he heard his thoughts, Steve hurried to add; “Don’t worry little one, there’s no need to feel frightened. As I told you, I don’t have the same desires as my sisters. I have quite a different appetite”.

The words made Bucky breathe out in relief. Perhaps it was ill-advised to trust this man, but it seemed he wasn’t here to eat him. Yet that still begged the question…

“What do you desire, then?” Bucky asked him suspiciously. Not that he denied being intrigued. Almost instinctively he had been leaning closer to the golden-haired sea creature, drawn to his tar black tentacle still swaying above the surface of the warm water. Just the fact that Steve responded, like a magnet, floating just a bit closer through the sea, had Bucky’s lower belly pool with heat in a way he’d so rarely gotten to experience.

“Something different. Someone different. Boys like you” Steve murmured in response, voice low and seductive. He was mindful of his words carrying over the still water, and Bucky held his breath without knowing why.  

“I-I’m not different” Bucky stammered out in a whisper. Perhaps he knew deep below what exactly was different with him – what was wrong with him – but he was so used to keeping that bottled up beneath him the response came automatically. It wasn’t something he confessed to lightly, not even in the prayers he’d been forgetting to say recently. Out here on the open waters you prayed for wind and the favour of the heathen sea goddess, not for forgiveness from a Christian god who only cared for your sins. Bucky had tried to dedicate himself to piracy, knowing the sins he collected here would be grander than who he might desire himself.

But now here was myth and legend himself, inching closer to the water with a soft, knowing curl to his lips. The black tentacle reached forward and gently caressed Bucky’s cheek while he dared not move. The well-meaning stroke had him almost melting – he was a touch-starved boy by now and no one had ever touched him like that. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a human hand.

“Oh but I think you are” Steve told him. His voice was like low thunder far away in the horizon. It struck a chord deep within Bucky and his eyes widened. Unbeknownst to him, he was pressing closer to the exploring, warm limb. “I feel it in you. You have been touched, but only barely. And it has left you scared” Steve said in his low, mournful tone. Like he truly cared. It made Bucky’s heart ache.

Suddenly he had to turn his eyes away, blinking away tears of deep shame. This ship may have granted him anonymity, but it had done nothing to erase his urges. It hadn’t fixed him. Instead it left him desperate, and he’d sought out the only option he had. For when pirates was left for a long time without women, they made do with what they had. And Bucky had in deep secrecy offered his mouth for a few pennies and a promise of this staying between them. Now Brock and Jack came to him sometimes when they were agitated enough to ignore the fact that he was a boy, and it was only by sheer dumb luck that no one found out and Bucky found himself in the position he had tried to flee from back at Tortuga.

But these weren’t men who wanted him, or even liked him. It was a transaction; a hollow substitute for love and affection. And Bucky took it, only to try and live with the shame after.

The mournful sound of Steve brought his attention back to the windless night. It was a melodic sound, and beautiful, full of sorrow. The tentacle caressed his cheek in a manner that Bucky found so immensely comforting.

“I feel your pain, boy. You shouldn’t have to carry it” Steve rumbled deep; soothingly. Blinking away tears he was embarrassed had risen, Bucky looked at the man. Somehow, he knew. He could see Bucky for what he was.

“But how did you know?” he whispered anyway. Now Steve’s smile was almost sad. The ship creaked around them, settling in its new form – or rather, deformity. The faded red dress of the Scarlet Witch leaning over the waves as a figurehead had claw marks gouged into it, and along the side of the ship dripped slow, red drops of water from where Bucky and Pietro had scrubbed away the blood from the deck.

“As I said; every once in a while, the sea brings me someone worth finding. Every time my sisters tells me off a sailor who cannot be spellbound by their song, I set out to find him. You are rare pearls, but I long to meet you. And when I do…I would like to get to know you, Bucky. To offer you something more than all of this – a refuge, just for a little while if you wish” Steve said with a gesture at the groaning Scarlet Witch and its crew, either asleep or dying or both. As he did so, he let another tentacle move soundlessly out of the water and used it to stroke over Bucky’s skinny, tanned arm. The first one continued to play with his hair, curious and teasing at the same time. The affection had Bucky’s heart beating faster, and the knot in his belly started to ache in a way he had known to mean that he had need.

Need that no one had been able to satisfy before. And it seemed a beautiful, golden-haired cecaelia with a god-like chest and mythical tentacles strong enough to bring him easily to his knees was offering just that.

“Come with me Bucky. I have a cave nearby – you won’t even leave the island. Let me play with you” the sea creature whispered with his intense blue eyes never leaving the pirate boy – his tentacles kept stroking over his overheating skin, exploring as if he truly was a rare pearl worth finding.

Bucky could hardly breathe, let along speak. He glanced up at the deck, knowing he should feel guilty about even considering leaving, if only for a few hours. But the truth of it was that no one on that ship cared much if he lived or died, and he did not care for them. So if he left – just for a moment – no one would probably even notice. The ship was in ruin, so they could hardly sail away and leave him here.

But none of that mattered much really, because Steve was still looking at him like that, still touching him like that, and Bucky knew he had no way to refuse. He simply did not want to.

“Okay” he found himself whispering. “I’ll come with you”.

Steve smiled then, bright like the sunset and only predatory enough for that spark to alight in Bucky’s groin.

“Good” the cecaelia husked out deep and low. Then, quietly but faster now, several more black arms rose from the dark sea. They were all moving effortlessly through the air, glistening and going up towards the cabin boy who’d by now dropped Rumlow’s shoe on the floor of the ledge he’d been perched on. Heart beating faster, Bucky could only blink and twitch, frozen in place as the tentacles started gently wrapping around him. They were careful but firm, and slithered their warm, frictionless surface over Bucky’s clothes and exposed skin. With one thick limb around his belly, another two around his arms and the rest to support where they needed to, Bucky was suddenly lifted and pulled down into the water.

Fear only flashed in his mind for a second as the warm, Caribbean water lapped around his legs. Just for a short moment, he could imagine this creature dragging him further into the depth to feast on him – but Steve did no such thing. No, he brought Bucky to his own human chest and smiled softly at him.

“Wrap yourself around me. I’ll carry you” he murmured, and Bucky could see now up close just how beautiful his pearly shimmering skin was. How blue and piercing his eyes was. How warm his skin felt.

Bucky did as told and straddled the cecaelia by wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck. As soon as he was secure against that strong, much larger torso, Steve held him steady with his two human arms and let his tentacles release him to go back beneath the surface. Then he used those to swim, powerful and strong, across the bay as he held Bucky to him like one might hold a child.

It was evident Steve had been around ships before, because he knew exactly where to go and how to stay in the shadows of any pirate watching from the deck – especially now that he couldn’t go below the surface and swim underwater. Bucky clung to him breathlessly, excited and a tiny bit afraid, thinking about what Steve had said before about finding sailors just like him. The ones who didn’t listen to the siren songs of the mermaids. A small part of him felt jealousy that he wasn’t the only one this magnificent sea creature had taken an interest in, but another felt hope.

It meant he wasn’t alone, being the way he was.

“My cave is right around this point here. It’s safe there” Steve promised in a deep murmured as he swam, gliding over the dark water close to the coastline of Isla Cruces, with all the stars alive above him.

Bucky didn’t know what to expect once they arrived – would he be eaten, despite his trust in this man? – but Steve was so gentle with him when he laid him down on the flat, smooth stones of the cave. It had deep water for Steve to be in, and these rocks furthest in for Bucky to be on. The mouth of the cave was only a small bit away, and the moonlight made the turquoise water alive with silver light dancing. Bucky looked around with bright eyes at the round valved ceiling carved by so many centuries of the ocean moving, and the seashells littering the edge of the water below him. The water itself was warmer than what they had swam through, and Bucky was surprised he wasn’t shivering.

“It’s beautiful” he said breathlessly. Steve, visibly only by his upper body, smiled and tilted his head curiously as he observed the human before him.

“As are you” he said in his deep voice. Bucky blushed. A few black tentacles made their way out of the water and came towards him. He looked at them in fascination as they carefully started picking at his clothes. “Can I take these off? I want to see you?” Steve asked him. There was a hunger there that told Bucky he wasn’t really asking – especially since the thinner limbs now were making deft work of unlacing his shirt and pants. Bucky nodded all the same, hungry too. It felt comforting in the strangest way, lying down on the flat rock and being manhandled and undressed like a rag doll. It was as if he didn’t need to worry – Steve knew what he was about.

It didn’t stop Bucky from being embarrassed when his vest, shirt and old pants were removed from him and tossed aside. Not only was he skinny, especially compared to Steve’s bulk and muscle, but he was also embarrassedly hard. His cock shouldn’t be reacting so soon, but the touch starvation had made him eager and only these small, kind touches had him hard as a rock and curving up towards his damp belly.

Bucky tried to look away. Steve didn’t let him. He lifted a small tentacle up and gently turned Bucky’s chin back so he was looking at the golden haired cecaelia and his intense, pleased look. Ocean blue eyes roamed over his body freely, and when Bucky foolishly started closing his legs, two thick black limbs wrapped around his thighs and pulled them apart with strength Bucky had never known, exposing him for the creature’s examination.

“You must be a young one” Steve mused, sounded fascinated. One of his tentacles slowly explored over Bucky’s chest, feeling and rubbing in a way that felt oh so pleasurable, and when it made its way down to the pirate’s stiff member, Bucky keened without knowing why. He’d never made that noise before. “And you’re enjoying this. I’ve barely touched you” Steve smiled, amused. It just had Bucky flushing worse all the way down his chest. Steve noticed and cooed at him, petting his erection like one might pet a cat. “This is a good thing, little one. I want you to enjoy this. I want to play with you until you can’t take it anymore, and then…” he broke off, biting his lip as he wrapped that tentacle very slowly round and round Bucky’s cock, feeling it twitch in his pleasurable grip.

“And then?” Bucky asked, so breathless he could hardly speak. His heart was racing in his chest and he didn’t know whether to try and close his legs or open them further – neither of which was possible in the cecealia’s grip.

“And then, I’d like to breed you. If you are able to take it” Steve finished in a murmur, not tearing his intense eyes away from the way he was now toying with Bucky’s dick, slowly using his tentacle to jerk it up and down, glistening tip gliding over Bucky’s sensitive head. He shuddered, elbows almost slipping where he was holding himself up.

“Breed me?” he asked, knowing he sounded small and young. The sea creature seemed to enjoy that. He smiled and let a smaller tendril that had been coyly wrapped around his ankle travel up to the pirate’s tight ball sac. Bucky’s breath caught in his throat and he jerked on instinct, instantly finding more tentacles wrapping around him and immobilizing him. Even if it was scary, he felt his dick blurt out a few fat drops of precum at it.

“I have these as well. In a sense. My tentacles are for playing, but my member is for breeding. I so rarely get to breed anyone these days” Steve told him as he gently played with Bucky’s balls, rubbing over them and lifting them for examination as he continued to jerk at his cock. The pleasure was almost enough to make Bucky come embarrassedly quickly, but thankfully Steve let his balls go.

Unfortunately, his tentacle moved on to now rub it’s glistening, frictionless tip over Bucky’s exposed asshole.

“Steve!” he accidently slipped out, gasping and jerking. At the touch, his hole clenched desperately as if to keep that thing out, but Bucky had to blink hard not to let the overstimulation cause him to cry. It was all he wanted – all he had ever hoped for – and the one thing he had never allowed himself to ask anyone to do.

“Don’t worry” Steve cooed at him. One of his suction cups was gently placed next to his aching rim and he playfully tugged with it, letting it go with a soft pop, and that motion was just about the best thing Bucky had felt. All of the air left him and he slumped down, letting this whole thing just happen to him. “I can’t make you humans pregnant. At least not the boys. And I have no interest for the girls so…” Steve told him. He was now keeping up that suction massage and rubbing relentlessly over Bucky’s leaking tip, making his breath hitch over and over. “But I am told my seed still feels good. It does something to you” Steve murmured, tilting his head as he watching himself play with the tied up cabin boy.

“Then please do it” Bucky let out, desperate now. His hole felt wet from whatever was on Steve’s tentacles, and each time Steve popped off a suction cup he let his wet, black tip tease over that pink rim, seemingly enjoying the way it twitched around him.

“The thing is, I don’t have a member made for you small beings” Steve said regretfully. At that, Bucky keened unhappily and tried to buck up his hips for more of that perfect friction on his flushed cock.

“No?” he whined. Steve sighed.
“It’s too large for you” he said, rubbing now in strong circles over Bucky’s hole as another tentacle tucked itself below his heavy balls, letting the motions of the others push and tug on that sensitive place.

“I can take it” Bucky promised without even knowing what he was promising.

“I’d have to get you well and relaxed first. I’d have to play with you until your limp and loose and soft for me” Steve warned him, but that hunger was back and he was now using every grip on the boy to stimulate him. Bucky was already crying he realized, helplessly trembling where he laid held down and spread open being touched and rubbed everywhere on his body that felt so good.

“Please” he sobbed, wrecked as he was. “Please, oh please” Bucky wailed into Steve’s harder grip on his cock, his insistent tugging and toying with the messy head, his tentacle tip now making its way almost into his leaking slit and touching him there, so intimate and debauched. At the same time, Steve placed a larger suction cup right over his quivering rim and tugged, just as if someone was sucking right over his empty, desperate hole.

And Bucky came the first time, screaming into the hollow cave.

Steve surged over him when he was still out of it, like a hungry predator moving forward in the water and lifting himself up on his mass of tentacle so he could lean down and capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss.

“So pretty” he growled and Bucky keened again, trembling through the aftershock of his orgasm. There was no rest in it for him, because Steve wrapped him up tighter in more smooth tentacles, letting two of them find his chest and use those little suction cups to alternate gliding smoothly over his hardened nipples and then sucking at them, plucking until Bucky breathed raggedly. His chest heaved into Steve’s insistent kissing. “A pretty little boy for me to play with” Steve murmured against his lips and smiled, making Bucky quiver in need.

Before he could try and protest, the thick tentacles around his legs lifted his knees up and spread him further. Like that, there was nothing stopping that teasing limb from rubbing over his hole – and nothing stopping one of Steve’s human hand to go there as well. While Bucky’s dick was still very lazily being massaged to refuse it the chance to go soft, the sea creature dragged his fingers through the mess of cum on his belly which he then used to coat Bucky’s hole with. The tentacle already had something on it that made it feel almost lubricated, but with the filthy addition of Bucky’s cum, Steve’s thick finger started sliding into his ass easily.

“Oh..! Steve” Bucky breathed as he didn’t know what to do. It was a foreign feeling, too much but too good at the same time, and Steve smiled where he hovered above him, all black limbs pulsating in their massage and hold.

“You’ve never felt this” the man said, and it wasn’t a question. Slowly, he slid them out only to push them back in.

“H-how did you know?” Bucky gasped, squirming helplessly in the grip as those fingers brushed over a spot that felt almost electric. It wasn’t something he’d ever felt within himself when he’d played around in the dark. But Steve played with it so easily, dragging his hand back and forth to fill Bucky with two, then three fingers. It was quick and almost too much, but the stretch felt heavenly.

“I can feel it. You’re tighter – tighter than I’ve had before” Steve mused with a smile that glittered in the dark.

I don’t feel very tight, Bucky wanted to say but choked on it. Those fingers spread him open so easily, like he didn’t resist at all, yet he could also feel the burn of being opened. Maybe it was the tentacles massaging his sensitive spots and rubbing over his nipples that made him relax – maybe it was just Steve. All that Bucky knew was that when Steve picked up a rhythm and begun jabbing his fingers at that sweet spot at the same time as he squeezed warmly around his cock with a tentacle, he came again like a wave crashing the shore.

That’s what this was. Waves. Endless waves of pleasure that was never allowed to fully die down. As soon as Bucky had caught his breath, the sea creature made a hungry sound again and now attacked him with more tentacles. They probed and explored, making their way inside the pirate boy all the while Bucky’s eyes rolled back in pleasure and he went more and more limp on that smooth rock. The next time he orgasmed, it was with a thick, black tentacle slithering inside him in ways he never knew was possible. This time, only a small amount of semen left his half-soft dick, still wrapped up in Steve’s grip.

“Just one more now” Steve murmured with dark eyes as he eased the tentacle out of Bucky’s hole. It was getting sloppier by the second, but the cecaelia didn’t care. In fact, it egged him on. And the more interested Steve was, the more droopy and happy with himself Bucky felt.

“I c-can’t” he panted desperately, feeling like he’d just been through a storm and was clinging to the mast. Except this storm was the most perfect thing he’d ever felt. Steve tutted at him and lifted his legs up like they were nothing, simply dead weight in the grip of his tentacles, and used another tentacle to circle his gaping rim. This one was bigger. It was a good thing it was squishy, because it was the size of Bucky’s wrist.

He would’ve widened his eyes more at it, if not for the fact that Steve was rubbing his nipples and now his lips with a calm smile looking down on the splayed out, spread apart human.

“You can sweetheart. I just need to stretch you out a little bit more. You said you wanted my cock, didn’t you?” Steve mused and that wasn’t fair. Bucky wanted it – he wanted to know what it was like to be fucked. And…and…if Steve wanted another orgasm from him to get it, he’d do it. His cock was sensitive and desperately trying to get hard, but he’d do it.

“I want it…” Bucky whispered.

“Good boy” Steve said, voice low and deep.

Then, at the very same time as he entered Bucky with the thick tentacle in his ass, he pushed in the smaller one between his lips. Bucky was overwhelmed by the salty, addictive taste, which for a split second almost made him forget about the massive thing going up his loosened hole. Both overstimulating factors made him moan and gag on Steve’s limb now exploring down his throat.

It was so much, yet not enough.

“That’s it, just a bit more. You’re taking it so well. I just need to get your rim a little bit more gaping for me…” Steve said in concentration, then grunted in pleasure as he fucked his tentacles deeper in Bucky. It must feel good, Bucky figured – so in his dazed state of mind he tried to suck on the tentacle in his mouth. Instantly Steve moaned, pupils widening further.

“Oh that’s a good boy alright. That feels good” he praised with a rasp. Proud, Bucky sucked more eagerly, and moaned himself when that earned him movement below. That thick tentacle started slowly pumping in and out of him, stretching him and making him more slick, and when his cock started finally fattening up under the constant ministrations of the lazily moving tentacles around it, Steve started shoving in and out of his ass a bit more pointedly.

It was a lost cause then. Bucky was driftwood and Steve was the sea – the wave crashed again and he was torn apart and stitched together helplessly in pure pleasure as another orgasm peaked and toppled within him. The tentacles allowed him to arch his back as he screamed without making much sound because of the black limb still gently fucking his throat (at least he had experience in that area), and Steve massaged him through it all.

When it was over, the cabin boy was as limp as Steve had promised him to make. The tentacles withdrew slowly and carefully, leaving Bucky with heavy eyelids, drool down his face and a desperately gaping asshole. He felt as if he’d been undone – in the most perfect way. Everything was as slow as molasses and a weird mix of soft and electrical. He was as calm as the ocean at night, yet so open and exposed to the lightning.

“That’s perfect. Just how I wanted you” Steve smiled at him in his deep, comforting voice. All Bucky could do was blink with a doped out expression and let his head loll to the side. His body was vibrating and he hadn’t known one could feel like this. This…overcome.

But it wasn’t done. Despite all he’d been through, the low rumble in the sea creature’s chest made him feel that aching hunger again, and his asshole fluttered around nothing as it failed to close. Before him, Steve heaved himself out of the warm water in the cave on his tentacles to let Bucky see more of him. Not all, but enough to have him gasping. Steve’s strong stomach ended in a waist that faded seamlessly into black, shimmering little scales. They didn’t look hard, but soft and smooth, rippling as he moved and explored the air with his curious appendages. It was beautiful. The black skirt ended in a mass of tentacles, too many for Bucky to count in his fucked-out state, and instead he pliantly looked back up at Steve when the other told him to meet his eyes.

“I want to breed you, little one. Are you ready for me?” he rumbled, amused and aroused all mixed together. It suddenly hit Bucky that the cecaelia wanted this as much as he did. He needed it. It was clear in his hungry eyes.

Bucky nodded eagerly where he was splayed naked on the smooth, damp rock. That made Steve smile, showing his perfect teeth.

“Not so fast, boy. Let me show you my member first. See what you say then” Steve told him. And then, using his both human hands, the man reached down into the rippling water and gripped at that mass of black scales. As he heaved himself further up on the rock, Steve lifted the skirt of his ocean body. There, curled in amongst those alive tentacles, was another one. But it was different. Shorter, stiffer, and even though the base was the same magical onyx colour, it grew out pink and almost human looking. Almost. Bucky gasped anyway, because never before had he seen a member like that. There was a bulbous head curved downwards and it ended in a strange swollen shape that confused Bucky. No balls though, even though the man said he had them. Would that fit inside him, he wondered? The truth was he didn’t know.

But he desperately wanted to find out.

“Please” the cabin boy begged therefore, licking his lips and chasing that salty taste the tentacle left behind. “Please, breed me” Bucky pleaded with big eyes at the cecaelia. Steve’s eyes grew impossibly darker.

“You are sweet when you beg” he told his human lover, and then he moved his tentacles forward. Bucky could do little but go along and let out little needy whimpers as he was re-arranged once more to the creature’s liking. This time he was lifted straight off the ground and placed back down on all fours. His thighs were still held firmly apart by two tentacles curling around them, and a strong hand pushed on his back to lower his chest to the smooth rock until he was all spread apart and available for Steve with his asshole gaping wide. “This is how my people breed others. It’s the proper position for you to take my seed” the man explained as he caressed him all over until Bucky was melting again, practically purring against his own forearms even if the thrill of fear was all over his skin like an electrified net. Whatever it meant to be bred, Bucky was sure he could take it. He’d take anything Steve gave him.

But when the cecaelia draped himself warm and close over Bucky’s small, trembling body, he was afraid he’d spoken too soon. The blunt head of his cock was angled against Bucky’s hole, and the pressure was immense. Yet he could tell Steve was being careful with him. He petted him with his black limbs and kissed between his shoulder blades, humming at him as that thick cockhead slowly breached his abused rim.

“Good thing I opened you up properly, little one. You’re a tight one” Steve rumbled and squeezed his legs between those tentacles to spread him wider. The wet cock breached him a little further and Bucky gasped, so overwhelmed by the sheer size that tears rose to his eyes.

“S-sorry” he panted out. He wanted so bad to be good for this creature. For that, the man gave a deep, rumbling purr and leaned over to place a kiss on his neck this time. The movement forced his massive member even deeper into Bucky’s stretched out channel.

“Do not apologize. I like you like that. It feels good for me to fit in your tiny little hole, to know I’m the first to claim this space within you” Steve rasped low and deep, and those words sent a shudder throughout Bucky’s limp body. If he wasn’t held up and still so expertly by the creature breeding him, he would’ve collapsed to the cave floor.

Somehow, by some strange magic, Steve fit in him. It was a tight squeeze and Bucky gasped breathlessly as he felt he was being split open, completely incapable of moving, but it felt so good he wouldn’t have wanted to move anyway. With a growl that was definitely not human, Steve started to slowly rock in and out to loosen him up further. The slide was eased by whatever those tentacles had been giving off, and then more so by the precum leaking steadily out of Steve’s dick. Bucky moaned as he was completely surrounded by pulsating tentacles holding onto him, and then suddenly it was so deep he let out a squeak. It would’ve been embarrassing if it wasn’t Steve with him here. Something thick and hard pressed against his aching rim.

“Feel that, little one? Those are my balls. Only I call them my knot. I’ll press it inside you when I am ready to release” the man husked, licking hotly over Bucky’s ear as he did so. The cabin boy whimpered, because he wasn’t sure he could fit more cock inside his ass.

But he had no room to argue. For Steve straightened up a little and gripped Bucky’s thin waist in his large hands to hold him down further, and then started setting a hammering pace no tentacles could’ve prepared him for. It wasn’t painful, because Steve was an attentive lover, but it was so much. That hard cock slid in and out of him without resistance now that his hole was becoming sloppy – no, that wasn’t quite true. Bucky gave resistance by clenching desperately and simply by the fact that he couldn’t humanly open up enough to work Steve’s dick in naturally, but it didn’t matter. The cecaelia fucked through his resistance like it was nothing, and he praised him all the while he did so, dragging the limp boy over the cave floor as he gave it to him. Bucky was played with on every angle at the same time. His nipples, his cock, his balls, hell, even his tongue was stroked and caressed by the tentacles until he thought he was going insane with pleasure and overstimulation.

Steve kept thrusting his body along to press his massive dick into Bucky’s slick hole even when the cabin boy sobbed himself desperately through another orgasm. It was dry but it didn’t matter – Steve was the ocean and the ocean was never dry. Bent over like a bitch in heat – Bucky had seen the dogs in Tortuga mount each other – he was helplessly mounted himself, and he loved every second of it. He was filled and moved and fucked until he was drooling again, unable to answer any kind of praise or growl from Steve. It didn’t matter. Bucky just wanted to be here, a rag doll for the creature to use, no matter how far up his ass he went and how much he stretched that pink, virgin rim.

“I’m ready now, little one. I’m going to breed you” Steve panted suddenly and his words made it through the fog of Bucky’s dazed mind. Still unable to respond verbally, the cabin boy whimpered needily and instead pressed his fucked out ass back as best as he could, and it served as the final push the cecaelia needed. With a hungry growl, Bucky was pushed forward and almost flattened to the rock if not for the tentacles keeping his hips propped up, and then all of that girthy length pushed inside him to the point that Bucky felt the swollen knot at the end. It was too much, much too much, Bucky sobbed and wailed as Steve held him still and started pressing…

It popped in with a filthy sound and Steve sighed in relief above him. That cock slid in so far Bucky could feel it deep in his stomach, and his confused body reacted by convulsing in an earth-shattering, last orgasm. It was paired with Steve unloading a hot and heavy load into him, so much he could actually feel it fill him inside.

And then came the instant sensation. It was slow in his head, like molasses, and made everything grow heavy and dull, like he’d been put in a room filled with soft mattresses. Or…the sea. Like he was floating down below the surface, ever so slowly, wrapped up in the warmth feeling so incredibly safe. Bucky blinked slowly as he was filled up with more cum and found he couldn’t focus his eyes – everything, every single little touch on his overstimulated skin felt like the sweetest pleasure he’d ever felt. Almost as if he was drunk, but the rum never made him feel this good. Only Steve. Steve, who he now searched for blindly like a new-born puppy, needing his touch even if he was getting it all over.

“I hoped you’d like my seed. It makes you calm; makes you feel like you belong to me” Steve told him gently and carefully draped himself over his back. Slow enough that the knot didn’t slip out of his ass, Steve slid them into the warm waters. His element. There, he hugged the human boy to him with arms and tentacles, seating him snugly on his cock so he could nuzzle at his face and place lazy kisses on his smooth cheek. Bucky, still riding that incredible high, could only whine and nuzzle back, squirming pleasurably on the huge knot stuck in him. If this was breeding, Bucky didn’t care that he couldn’t get pregnant. He wanted this every day. The sudden love he felt for Steve made his heart ache unexpectedly, and tears rose again in his eyes.

Steve softly shushed him and brushed them away, rocking him gently on his cock.

“Shh, I know. I know little one” he murmured. Bucky, who clutched at him now desperately, hiccupped when he tried to use his voice again.

“Please” he whispered, hugged so close by all of the sea creature’s limbs. “Please don’t leave me” he begged, not caring what those words would mean.

Steve petted him like he was something precious, something to care for. It was a long time since Bucky felt those kinds of touches on him.

“Oh no Bucky. I like you far too much to leave you now” the cecaelia murmured back.