Lance

Lance sighed softly. He could hear the sounds of bird singing beyond the window. No sunlight filtered in through the windows but it didn't mater. He was surrounded by warmth, the soft blankets cradled him in a way the sea never had. It was so much more kinder then the cold floors he'd slept upon during transport.

He tried to roll over to curl back up and return to sleep only to be stopped before he could start with a heavy weight keeping him pinned in place. His eyes snapped open and he jerked up in the slightest, panic coursing through him at the prospect of being attacked.

He stopped when he saw the head full of dark hair, catching himself before he could claw at the owners scalp. It took him a long minute to remember where he was exactly and what had happened, who this person was. He panicked and tried to remember if he's been taken the night before, if perhaps he'd been taken in his sleep. He didn't feel anything off. He'd been told by his sister that you could never miss when you'd been taken. He took comfort in her words.

The siren laid back once more and stared at the body next to his. Lance hadn't strayed far from his starting point, but Keith had wandered over to his side during the night. Keith's part of the bed was in shambles, pillows all over the place. He could see one on the ground that had been kicked off at some point during the night. His brows burrowed as he shook his head. Humans and their weird legs. Lance was lucky he hadn't been abused in his sleep by Keith's feet, never mind his dick.

Keith was laying using Lance as a personal nose warmer. Lance could feel a small spot of cold on his ribs where Keith's face pressed against him. His hair was a mess, one arm draped over Lance's chest while Leith himself was curled up into a ball. It was strange to Lance. Such a giant bed and his master who clearly wanted nothing to do with him had made a point to press against him in the night.

He sighed sadly and turned his face away. He didn't move, not daring to want and wake his master should it put Keith in a foul mood.

He could smell the water in the room. It wasn't the ocean, but it was tempting all the same. He desperately wanted to slip into it. He felt dry and uncomfortable. It had been nearly a week since he'd been allowed to touch the water beyond being washed by strange hands.

There was an occasional slash of water as the small flowing petal fish fluttered along the surface. He watched the nearest ledge, watching the fish dart between the coral and rocks. The pool was shallow, small enough that he imagined his master would be able to safely wade within. But what lance really wanted to know what what was beyond that wall. He felt restless, legs twitching under the blankets he tried to pull his fleece blanket up closer to his chin with the hand free only to help with alarm as the blanket dragged over his sexes.

He clapped his hand over his mouth, his eyes burning with the faintest hint of tears. He glanced towards his master and held his breath as he waited to see if he'd woken him before he timidly reached down bellow the blankets and carefully felt for the problem.

It wasn't unusual for a Sirens- or at least his dick to become exposed in his sleep. But it had always been under water or he'd been without fabric. As he timidly brushed over himself. It didn't feel good. It almost stung, the most sensitive glands painfully swelled with unusual heat that was something other than arousal. It prevented him from being able to retract himself back into his slit.

He looked over at Keith and decided he'd take his chances with punishment. He pulled the blankets back and slipped out out from under them. He puked them back over Keith before he stoped and stared at the bathroom door. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with this problem. It wasn't exactly normal.

He walked over to the bathroom, funding the lights before losing the door. He decided to just go about his Dailey routine and seeing if maybe the issue would cool off.

It didn't. He hunched over the sink, knees digging into the cupboards bellow. The only thing he'd accomplished was realizing that it was his whole body that felt that way. It was just the sensitive areas around his neck, sides and... there, that's were raking the full brunt force of the pain.

He needed water. But the chlorinated stuff coming out of the faucets only made his spin sting worse and he didn't know how to use the special things set around the large tub in the bathroom to give the water the natural salts of nature that Alteans put in their baths for...special events or something stupid like that rather than just going outside and bathing in the ocean.

"Hey um . . . Are you in there?" A voice ruff with sleep asked from outside. Lance's heart jumped up into this throat as his unscheduled alone time was cut to a sudden halt. "Are you Okay? Or am I just talking to a door?"

"I- I um. Yeah. I'm here. I just- I'm sorry. I should have asked."

"What? No you don't have to ask to use the bathroom. I just really have to-" the prince faltered and paused "use the bathroom." He said, voice drawn out like he was trying to make something up on the fly.

"You were going to say pee." Lance called out before he could stop shut himself up. He flinched the moment the words were out of his mouth. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He's not at home. He's not with his siblings in the ocean. This is the royal palace of the land dwellers. He was in the presence of the prince and he had just brought up urination like some sort of nine year old pup.

" . . . Well I do."

"May I use the pools in the room?" Lance asked looking over at the door, chewing on his lower lip.

"I mean yeah. As long as you promise not to drown me when I come out."

"I would never do that!" Lance gasped, pushing his head out the door with wide eyes. How could the prince think such a thing? He was raised better than to drown his host. Much less a Royal man in his own home.

"Whoa, Okay, okay. Can I pee now?" Keith asked taking a few steps away from the door.

"Yes, Sorry." Lance said before he slipped out, turning towards the door frame to skirt around Keith on his way out. "Thank you." He said quickly and had to refrain from sprinting across the room to plunge into the water. He forced himself to politely walk to the waters edge before stepping over the ledge and slipping in.

It stung when he get the water, but it was quickly replaced a the soothing coolness of the clean spring water. He sucked in a deep breath with a relieved sigh as his gills fluttered happily. He could feel his features creeping up to the surface of his skin but he stopped it before he could full revert.

He smiled as a couple petal fish swam over to investigate, their flower petal tails waving in the water like beautiful dresses. Pink, and. Blue, and red, and green. Every color in between. He chased them with his fingers as his skin cooled. He could feel his skin flaking away what died over the course of his separation from water. He moved on from the little fish and swam down to the bottom of the pool. He poked at the living rocks and the colorful plants before he gasped as a scent was carried to him through the water. He turned towards it and sighed, the note of pleasure carried through the water as he sank to the floor to the grassy bottom.

At first he thought it was just simple sea grass sprouting from the sandy bottom. But as he grew closer there was no mistaking the golden spindles sprouting from the strands. And just beyond there was a blue plant that was almost as perfect, but no other plant could give him the sensations the golden spindles could. He smiled and nuzzled his face down into them and breathed in the scent of the hypnotic drug before forcing himself to pull away so that he wouldn't allow anything get out of hand. His body instantly relaxed, the tension in his shoulders dissipated as he crept over to the next thing of interest.

He grabbed onto the stalks of grass and pulled himself flush against the silky leaves and withered in them. He purred as slick fluid leaked from the leaves and coated his underside. It was a plant with many uses, medical and recreational. It's fluid souls sooth injuries and speed the healing of wounds. It was sweet on the tongue but was poison to small fish that ate it making it a good bait. He used it to soothe his skin, relief flooding through him as his son absorbed the oils that drew out the inclination keeping him stranded and indecent. Slowly the oils allowed him to retract everything back into his slit. The slick coating would protect him from further infections if he continued to come down and brush up against it's leaves. He twisted and coated as much of himself as he could.

A muffled voice echoed through the water causing the Siren to look up. Up above he could see the wavering silhouette of the prince beyond the water. Lance sighed sadly and looked down, rubbing a strand of the blue grass over the bridge of his nose before he pushed up towards the surface.

Keith was kneeling at the edge when Lance poked his eyes and ears up out of the water. "Good morning," He was greeted. Lance cocked his head curiously. He was a night venturing Siren. More often than not he said 'Fuck morning' generally because he was tired and his eyes were big and wide from a night of desperately hunting for the great fish that emerged in the deep seas in the darkness of night. He was able to become a Day Siren, but it was a personal choice to hunt at night. Not a very popular once since normally the sun guided Sirens to their prey and set them swim under their shadows and launch an attack from bellow.

"Good morning." He replied, lifting himself on the ledge so his mouth was free to be used above water. The plants oils he'd coated himself smelled of menthol, the scent mixing with the mint of their breath. Underneath it all Lance could smell something else. He raised himself up and sniffed the air curiously which earned an odd look from his master. Lance leaned in towards Keith and found the source at once. He quickly climbed out of the water and crawled towards his master. Keith leaned back the closer Lance got. He was kneeling so Lance couldn't imagine it was very comfortable.

They were nearly nose to nose when Lance pulled away before sipping down near the source of the pheromones he was catching. This male was ready to mate, young and strong, he could now breed Lance as he was meant to. He breathed out short puffs of air as he nuzzled into the source of the scent as he was told was inviting and tempting to land dwellers in a way similar to how it was a sign of submission and willingness among the Mers. So it can as a bit of a surprise when his head was shoved aside followed by a light disciplinary smack the the top of his head that was more offensive than anything. It's one thing to slap or hit someone, but what the hell was that? Did lance look like some delicate little guppy who'd stuck his hand in the sweet weed jar after being told no? He was a Siren. NOT a guppy.

"If you are to lay your hand on me, you will do so like a man," Lance snarled, baring his fangs with a hiss which caused Keith to scoot away with a look of alarm. Lance would NOT be bopped on the head like a pet. Even if he was one, he wanted more respect than that.

"Well for fucks sake, you're the one who shoved your face in my crotch! I'm sorry I don't want to beat you around like a punching bag, fight me." Keith glared back at Lance. The Siren could smell his fear despite the unwavering fierce look the prince gave him in return.

"You wish to mate, I was just trying to help." Lance defended. He didn't understand what the problem was. What Keith's problem was.

"I do not! Where in the quiznack did you get that idea?"

"I can smell you." Lance answered, crawling a few inches closer to Keith. "And I wish to be bred. You need to breed me. It is your order from the King and the Siren Empire."

"It is not, and I will not."

Lance's heart clenched in his chest. No. No that wasn't what he wanted to hear. He needed to become pregnant. He stood and went to the bed and knelt, spreading his legs and presented. "Please."

"No." Keith sighed just short of something falling over Lance's hips and backend. He looked over his shoulder and let his body fall when he saw the comforter that Keith had thrown away last night thrown over his nakedness. "Please just put some clothes on."

Lance choked back the urge to cry as he watched Keith walk away.

"I'm going to take a shower." Keith muttered.

Every day Keith held back was a day longer Lance would have to spend away from his family. At this rate he might not have one. By the time he returned to the ocean.

So. What do you think so far? Any requests or things you wish to see?