I have zero motivation
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maderrFor the crap I should be doing, anyway.
But you get another random drabble, cause I can apparently do those just fine -__-
Breit jerked awake, sending things tumbling and crashing, wincing at the resulting noise--and the increased fervor of the knocking which had woken him in the first place. "I'm coming!" he bellowed, then attempted to stand and instead only wound up falling out of his bed onto the pile of books and papers and beach miscellany that he had knocked over upon waking.
It was, he realized irritably, going to be one of those days.
Stumbling to his feet, blinking groggily, he fumbled over and through the mess to finally find his spectacles. Shoving them on his face, he stumbled his way through to the front room of his little cabin--what the villagers across the island called 'the mad professor's shack'--and grabbed the door handle, ready to yank the door open, when a sudden breeze made him pause.
He realized, abruptly, that he was naked. Grimacing at how close he had come to again giving the villagers come to see him a show, he stumbled back into his bedroom and fumbled for something to wear. Pulling on a tattered pair of breeches he often wore when wading, he returned to the relentless knocking upon the front door. "What?" He snarled.
"Morning, professor," greeted Sarki, the youngest son of the village chief. "We caught the fish-man what's been helping himself to our catch, father said to bring'im to you. Thought you'd like to keep him."
Breit scowled, and shoved tangled strands of strawberry-blonde hair from his face, wondering when the hell it had come out of the braid in whic he had put it. And why in the blazes did he have a headache? He really needed to stop drinking the local rum when he was in a bad mood. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his spectacles in the process, wincing against the pounding sunlight that just made the whole already-miserable day worse. "What are you talking about? You caught a merman? What in the hells do you mean, bring him to me? You can't just give me mermen."
Sarki only grinned. "You'll like this one, professor. He's not like the others you're always trying to watch. We've never seen one like this, except grandpa. Guess he doesn't make up all his stories, eh?"
"What are you talking about?" Breit snapped irritably. Really, he needed them to go away. He neeeded to go back to bed, or to have his head cut off. And he really needed to piss. "I'll be out in a moment,' he said, and slammed the door in Sarki's face, ignoring the laughs of Sarki and at least two others that carried through the thin walls of the beach cabin. He moved slowly to the little corner of the main room that boasted his sort-of kitchen, tempted to take a dash of rum but settling instead for water. Then he stumbled out the back door to tend other matters, splashing briefly before returning to the hut and finding decent clothes--better breeches, anyway, for there was little point in donning anything more. If they had seriously managed to snare a merman and dragged the poor thing all the way around--or worse, across--the island, he was about to get soaking wet anyway.
Then he yanked and pulled at his hair until it was relatively knot-free, then bound it in a braid and tied it off. Finaly feeling moderately respectable, if still like shit, he yanked the front door open and stepped outside. "Shut up," he said in answer to the smirks and laughs.
"You should stop trying to drink like an islander, professor," Sarki said with a grin.
"I don't," Breit snapped. "I drink like a professor who is tired of crazy islanders waking him up for no good reason."
Sarki laughed again, and motioned to the other men--three, as it turned out. Then he indicated Breit should follow him, and led the way to the rickety old dock near Breit's cabin. Breit could hear splashing, the men cursing profusely as they wrestled withi a fishing net.
Reaching the end of the dock, Breit knelt next to them and peered over the edge. His jaw dropped. It wasn't a merman at all, not like he had ever seen. They always had fish tails, as far as he knew. This one had the lower half of a squid or an octopus or something like that, for there was a great deal more of the tentacles than he was used to--
"Professor!'
The cry of warning came too late, and realization later still, and suddenly Breit found himself soaking wet and struggling to breath and grabbed and pulled and twisted every which way. There was shouting and splashing and cursing and still more shouting and needed to breathe damn it--
And suddenly he could, chest heaving as he panted and twisted futilely to get free and he realized that the dumbasses had either tossed the net or lost control of it, because he was as tangled in that as he was...Breit stared wide-eyed at the face before him. Merman always kept their distance; he'd never seen one up close despite his best efforts. They were a damned difficult thing to study. He never thought he would be close enough to touch, never mind be tangled up with one.
He heard the others still shouting and cursing, but it seemed a very faint and distant noise suddenly.
The merman was startlingly handsome. His hair was, oddly, cut short. It came only to his chin, almost perfectly white, with the barest hint of a blue-green tint to it. His eyes were the same, a pale, clear blue-green. His mouth was twisted in a furious snarl, giving Breit a glimpse of sharp-looking teeth. He had strong, sharp features, the muscles of his chest and arms well-defined--very well defined, at least from what Breit could see from the tangled mess in which they found themselves.
And the tentacles...
They seemed to have him everywhere, twining and gripping, slick and cool against his skin, keeping him from making more than a token struggle. Legs, arms, torso, he could even feel one at his neck and head, and realized the support was keeping him above water.
Then they shifted, and one of the tentacles brushed against places it had no business being. Breit yelped and began to try and struggle in earnest. "Unhand me at once, you--"
"You are the ones who had me captured for no reason," the mermand growled in a voice that probably should not have made Breit shiver, but did.
"We are not discussing this while we are knotted up and I'm half a step from drowning," Breit snapped. He shifted his head and glared up through the net. "Get this thing off us at once, you damned idiots, before I cut off your fucking balls and feed them to sharks."
"Trying professor," Sarki said, not looking terribly worried by the threat.
Thinking violent thoughts, Breit tried to relax--but there was a fruitless endeavor if ever he had heard of one. How did one relax when he was tangled up with a tentacled fishman who could not keep said tentacles away from--
He yelped again, and tried to free a hand to administer a good hard punch. "Watch where you stick those things," he hissed.
"I'm trying," the merman muttered, and Breit was somewhat mollified to see he looked just as embarrassed. "This has not gone at all the way I intended."
"That will teach you to be lazy and steal fish from the villagers," Breit retorted.
The pale cheeks flushed, the merman snarling. "I wasn't stealing anything. I was trying to find something and got tangled up and everything just went wrong."
He looked so very much like Breit felt, that it was hard to stay angry. "And this mess?"
"I wanted free of the net," the merman said, sounding almost petulant. "Instead, I'm more tangled up than ever and I do not think I will ever get everything sorted out." He shifted and moved, and Breit yelped again.
"Stop moving that one," he hissed, certain now his face was as red as the merman's. He should not be finding this situation stimulating in the slightest, but leave it to his cock not to be picky about the source of stimulation.
"Sorry," the merman muttered. "I didn't mean--"
"Just shut up," Breit said. Then he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "What's your name? Mine is Breit."
The merman was silent a moment, then said slowly, "Akli."
Breit grunted, and started to say more, but then they were abruptly free of the net and he fell into the water as the tentacles unexpectedly gave way.
Then they hauled him up and out, against a broad, surprisingly warm chest. He fumbled for a grip, wondering absently where his damned spectacles had gotten to in this mess, and blinked water from his eyes. When he could see again, he realized he was gripping Akli's impressively broad shoulders and staring again into the pale sea-colored eyes.
"Are you all right?" Akili asked. "I really am sorry about all this."
Breit nodded. "Could we move to shallow water, please?"
Nodding, Akli obediently moved and it was the strangest sensation Breit had ever felt, being held in so many ways and so close, feeling every pull and ripple of every muscle, the tentacles flexing and shifting as they held him.
Then they slid slowly away, as he was settled into the sand, water just coming up to just past his stomach. His hair had come loose in all the struggling, and he shoved the soaked strands from his face, staring up at Akli. He could just feel the brush of tentacles against his legs now and again.
Really, he needed to get over this whole staring like a halfwit thing.
The sound of laughter snapped him back to reality, and he turned his head to glare at Sarki and the others. "Get lost. You've caused enough trouble for one day."
Sarki snickered. "As you wish, professor. Have fun with your fish-man. He owes us a new net."
"I'll see you're reimbursed," Breit said irritably. "Just go away."
"Going, going," Sarki said, and in short order he and the other three were well gone.
Breit went back to staring like an idiot, wondering what in the world he was supposed to do now.
But you get another random drabble, cause I can apparently do those just fine -__-
Breit jerked awake, sending things tumbling and crashing, wincing at the resulting noise--and the increased fervor of the knocking which had woken him in the first place. "I'm coming!" he bellowed, then attempted to stand and instead only wound up falling out of his bed onto the pile of books and papers and beach miscellany that he had knocked over upon waking.
It was, he realized irritably, going to be one of those days.
Stumbling to his feet, blinking groggily, he fumbled over and through the mess to finally find his spectacles. Shoving them on his face, he stumbled his way through to the front room of his little cabin--what the villagers across the island called 'the mad professor's shack'--and grabbed the door handle, ready to yank the door open, when a sudden breeze made him pause.
He realized, abruptly, that he was naked. Grimacing at how close he had come to again giving the villagers come to see him a show, he stumbled back into his bedroom and fumbled for something to wear. Pulling on a tattered pair of breeches he often wore when wading, he returned to the relentless knocking upon the front door. "What?" He snarled.
"Morning, professor," greeted Sarki, the youngest son of the village chief. "We caught the fish-man what's been helping himself to our catch, father said to bring'im to you. Thought you'd like to keep him."
Breit scowled, and shoved tangled strands of strawberry-blonde hair from his face, wondering when the hell it had come out of the braid in whic he had put it. And why in the blazes did he have a headache? He really needed to stop drinking the local rum when he was in a bad mood. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing up his spectacles in the process, wincing against the pounding sunlight that just made the whole already-miserable day worse. "What are you talking about? You caught a merman? What in the hells do you mean, bring him to me? You can't just give me mermen."
Sarki only grinned. "You'll like this one, professor. He's not like the others you're always trying to watch. We've never seen one like this, except grandpa. Guess he doesn't make up all his stories, eh?"
"What are you talking about?" Breit snapped irritably. Really, he needed them to go away. He neeeded to go back to bed, or to have his head cut off. And he really needed to piss. "I'll be out in a moment,' he said, and slammed the door in Sarki's face, ignoring the laughs of Sarki and at least two others that carried through the thin walls of the beach cabin. He moved slowly to the little corner of the main room that boasted his sort-of kitchen, tempted to take a dash of rum but settling instead for water. Then he stumbled out the back door to tend other matters, splashing briefly before returning to the hut and finding decent clothes--better breeches, anyway, for there was little point in donning anything more. If they had seriously managed to snare a merman and dragged the poor thing all the way around--or worse, across--the island, he was about to get soaking wet anyway.
Then he yanked and pulled at his hair until it was relatively knot-free, then bound it in a braid and tied it off. Finaly feeling moderately respectable, if still like shit, he yanked the front door open and stepped outside. "Shut up," he said in answer to the smirks and laughs.
"You should stop trying to drink like an islander, professor," Sarki said with a grin.
"I don't," Breit snapped. "I drink like a professor who is tired of crazy islanders waking him up for no good reason."
Sarki laughed again, and motioned to the other men--three, as it turned out. Then he indicated Breit should follow him, and led the way to the rickety old dock near Breit's cabin. Breit could hear splashing, the men cursing profusely as they wrestled withi a fishing net.
Reaching the end of the dock, Breit knelt next to them and peered over the edge. His jaw dropped. It wasn't a merman at all, not like he had ever seen. They always had fish tails, as far as he knew. This one had the lower half of a squid or an octopus or something like that, for there was a great deal more of the tentacles than he was used to--
"Professor!'
The cry of warning came too late, and realization later still, and suddenly Breit found himself soaking wet and struggling to breath and grabbed and pulled and twisted every which way. There was shouting and splashing and cursing and still more shouting and needed to breathe damn it--
And suddenly he could, chest heaving as he panted and twisted futilely to get free and he realized that the dumbasses had either tossed the net or lost control of it, because he was as tangled in that as he was...Breit stared wide-eyed at the face before him. Merman always kept their distance; he'd never seen one up close despite his best efforts. They were a damned difficult thing to study. He never thought he would be close enough to touch, never mind be tangled up with one.
He heard the others still shouting and cursing, but it seemed a very faint and distant noise suddenly.
The merman was startlingly handsome. His hair was, oddly, cut short. It came only to his chin, almost perfectly white, with the barest hint of a blue-green tint to it. His eyes were the same, a pale, clear blue-green. His mouth was twisted in a furious snarl, giving Breit a glimpse of sharp-looking teeth. He had strong, sharp features, the muscles of his chest and arms well-defined--very well defined, at least from what Breit could see from the tangled mess in which they found themselves.
And the tentacles...
They seemed to have him everywhere, twining and gripping, slick and cool against his skin, keeping him from making more than a token struggle. Legs, arms, torso, he could even feel one at his neck and head, and realized the support was keeping him above water.
Then they shifted, and one of the tentacles brushed against places it had no business being. Breit yelped and began to try and struggle in earnest. "Unhand me at once, you--"
"You are the ones who had me captured for no reason," the mermand growled in a voice that probably should not have made Breit shiver, but did.
"We are not discussing this while we are knotted up and I'm half a step from drowning," Breit snapped. He shifted his head and glared up through the net. "Get this thing off us at once, you damned idiots, before I cut off your fucking balls and feed them to sharks."
"Trying professor," Sarki said, not looking terribly worried by the threat.
Thinking violent thoughts, Breit tried to relax--but there was a fruitless endeavor if ever he had heard of one. How did one relax when he was tangled up with a tentacled fishman who could not keep said tentacles away from--
He yelped again, and tried to free a hand to administer a good hard punch. "Watch where you stick those things," he hissed.
"I'm trying," the merman muttered, and Breit was somewhat mollified to see he looked just as embarrassed. "This has not gone at all the way I intended."
"That will teach you to be lazy and steal fish from the villagers," Breit retorted.
The pale cheeks flushed, the merman snarling. "I wasn't stealing anything. I was trying to find something and got tangled up and everything just went wrong."
He looked so very much like Breit felt, that it was hard to stay angry. "And this mess?"
"I wanted free of the net," the merman said, sounding almost petulant. "Instead, I'm more tangled up than ever and I do not think I will ever get everything sorted out." He shifted and moved, and Breit yelped again.
"Stop moving that one," he hissed, certain now his face was as red as the merman's. He should not be finding this situation stimulating in the slightest, but leave it to his cock not to be picky about the source of stimulation.
"Sorry," the merman muttered. "I didn't mean--"
"Just shut up," Breit said. Then he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "What's your name? Mine is Breit."
The merman was silent a moment, then said slowly, "Akli."
Breit grunted, and started to say more, but then they were abruptly free of the net and he fell into the water as the tentacles unexpectedly gave way.
Then they hauled him up and out, against a broad, surprisingly warm chest. He fumbled for a grip, wondering absently where his damned spectacles had gotten to in this mess, and blinked water from his eyes. When he could see again, he realized he was gripping Akli's impressively broad shoulders and staring again into the pale sea-colored eyes.
"Are you all right?" Akili asked. "I really am sorry about all this."
Breit nodded. "Could we move to shallow water, please?"
Nodding, Akli obediently moved and it was the strangest sensation Breit had ever felt, being held in so many ways and so close, feeling every pull and ripple of every muscle, the tentacles flexing and shifting as they held him.
Then they slid slowly away, as he was settled into the sand, water just coming up to just past his stomach. His hair had come loose in all the struggling, and he shoved the soaked strands from his face, staring up at Akli. He could just feel the brush of tentacles against his legs now and again.
Really, he needed to get over this whole staring like a halfwit thing.
The sound of laughter snapped him back to reality, and he turned his head to glare at Sarki and the others. "Get lost. You've caused enough trouble for one day."
Sarki snickered. "As you wish, professor. Have fun with your fish-man. He owes us a new net."
"I'll see you're reimbursed," Breit said irritably. "Just go away."
"Going, going," Sarki said, and in short order he and the other three were well gone.
Breit went back to staring like an idiot, wondering what in the world he was supposed to do now.
