forum Mermaid romance (one-on-one//closed)

Started September 16, 2018 by @ElderGod-Carrots

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Arria squirmed slightly, a giggle escaping him a moment later, "N-No. I'm far from perfect, Carter." He giggled again, ready to dive backwards to get away if Carter decided to tickle him.

Carter smiled, the growing sounds of the buzz completely absent from his mind when he could listen to that perfect giggle coming from his boyfriend. Carter picked himself up and pulled himself on top of Arria with a grin. “I’m not getting off you until you admit you’re absolutely perfect,” He smirked, putting all his weight on the other man so he was trapped beneath. Then his hands worked their magic, hunting down any ticklish spots he could find.
He didn’t even notice how the buzzing clicked off. He didn’t even notice slight movement behind a couple rocks.

Arria made an 'oof' sound when Carter squashed him, trying to wiggle away with no luck, "C-Carter!" He laughed, "S-Stop it!" He tried to push the other off of him, though was too busy laughing and giggling to use his full strength to do so, "Get off me!"

Carter grinned mischievously, his hands dancing across Arria’s skin as he cackled, “Never! Not until you admit you’re the most perfect merman in existence!” Carter’s fingers danced up and down Arria’s sides, up and down, up and down, up and- then they stopped. Carter’s bright, mischievous grin morph into a wince, then a look over confusion, and then his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his head fell down limply. He was unconscious, with a dart stuck in the side of his neck. It was only a matter of seconds before a net was thrown over them, four strong looking men and women quickly surrounding the two of them.

Arria gasped, "Carter!?" He maneuvered himself so he was closer to Carter's face, placing his hands on his cheeks, "Carter wake up!" He pulled the dart out of his neck, looking around at the men and women on all sides of them both. There was only one person he could think of who could do something like this, "Maria?"

One of the men chuckled, and ordered something to the others in a different language, but if one listened close enough they might be able to hear a word that sounded like ‘Maria’. Two walked on top of the net and shoved Carter off of Arria with their feet. They planned to leave him here, evident by how they grabbed Arria’s forearms and began to twist the net around him. They were trying to tangle him in it.

Arria wasn't going to go without at least some struggle, trying to pull his arms out from the grip the men had on him. He twisted his body but his tail just ended up getting caught in the net. That wasn't going to stop him from struggling, trying to do anything to get away but the more he tried the more the net just got stuck on him.

(Heyyy man sorry for late responses, life has been super stressful lately and has kinda gone to heck, I’ll prolly be on more later in the month when winter break comes)

One woman smirked a little, she looked kinda like a ringleader of sorts, and pulled out a dart. She crouched in front of Arria and stuck it in his shoulder. “Sleep tight, sea demon,” She said softly, an indistinct yet heavy accented voice. The other three wrapped the net tighter around Arria, then began to heave him up.

(That’s all good, I hope everything sorts itself out and come back when you’re ready)

Arria tried to fight off sleep, tried to reach back to Carter or call out to someone. But he didn’t have any luck with it, eyes fluttering closed as sleep finally took him away.

On land, another boat was preparing to speed off in the same direction, a group of men and woman alike climbing onto the boat and starting to head towards the group.

The group left Carter where he was, splayed out across a rock, while they took netted Arria to a small speed boat. The ‘ringleader’ took out her phone and press one of the contacts before holding the device to her ear. “Maria, we’ve acquired your specimen, we’re heading back to base now. It’s only a matter of time. before profits role in, ma’am.”

The boat sped right towards the rock pool. The man driving the boat, a brunette who was probably around the same age as Carter shouted to his team, “Remember, if they start shooting, only then can you fire back. We’re trying to take prisoners here, not lives.” The group, Riot, had been planning to find some way to get to Maria for months, and finally they’d got a lead. Hopefully they didn’t escape.

The group got into the small speed boat, but as the ‘ringleader’ picked her head up she noticed the boat approaching. “Is that one of ours?” She muttered softly before cursing. “You,” She spoke sharply to one of the men, “deal with that,” She jerked her chin to the approaching boat as she started the motor with the other two, who were preparing for the boat to take off. The man gave a salute before stepping off the boat and drew his gun out. He walked over to Carter’s unconscious form and hauled him to the edge of the rock pool, before holding him up by his hair—enough so his tail sparkled in the sunlight. He fired his pistol in the air, trying to draw the attention of the oncoming boat.

The brunette cursed, noticing the glimmer of the tail. He knew that if Maria’s followers had left whoever or whatever that was behind they wouldn’t care what happened to it, whatever was important to them was on that boat. And getting away. But they couldn’t just leave it behind. He turned the boat of course, heading towards the man with the gun rather then the boat, “Shoot him, but. Try not to harm whatever he’s holding.” He ordered to one of his own men who nodded, taking up position with his gun, ready to fire.

The man, Abel, smirked when he got the boat’s attention. The rest of his crew had started their own boat and had begun to move, driving away from the rock pool, then taking off down the coastline. Abel held the gun out, pointing it at the oncoming boat and shooting a warning shot over their heads. “Get closer,” Abel called out, a dare, yanking Carter up by his hair before holding the gun up to the merman’s companion’s head. He was buying the rest of the crew more time. “Get closer to my people and he’s dead.”

Jackson, the brunette driving the boat, pulled the vehicle to a stop a few meters away from Abel and the man, “Just let him go, and we’ll return to the shore, hand him over and we’ll leave you all alone.” Not an ideal position to be in, but to avoid a causality it’ll have to be done.

Abel made a show of thinking it over, looking down at the direction his boat had left in. When he decided they were a good enough distance away, he simply pushing Carter out into the water face first so he landed with a splash. “Fetch,” Abel said simply with a smirk, watching Carter float at the surface with his back up and head hanging down. He still kept his pistol trained on the merman’s companion.

Before Jackson had a chance to jump in and grab Carter, another woman had already dove in, probably the strongest swimmer of the group. She knew the chances of getting shot were high, but there was a loud bang and one of Jackson’s men shot, aiming straight for Abel. That gave enough time for the woman to bring Carter back to the boat, hauling him onto the deck.

Abel dove for the ground, but he was too slow. The bullet lodged itself in his gut and blood already began rushing out of him by the time he hit the ground. He cursed loudly, but he did his job. He bought his people time, and that’s what mattered. And Carter hardly knew anything about what hit him, he was unconscious before he could even realize what was happening—so he wasn’t a liability.

Jackson sped off, the boat heading straight for the shore line. Whoever his man was, he knew about what was going on, he was involved somehow. But he had a tail? He’d heard stories and he knew Maria was looking for a ‘sea demon’ but if it wasn’t the man on this boat then who was it? He just hoped he’d wake up soon.

Carter was fully unaware of what was going on. At best, the dart would wear off in ten minutes or so. If one didn’t know any better, they might’ve thought him dead considering how his breath had turned shallow and how he didn’t show many signs of waking up.
Back at the rock pool, Abel had called the ‘ringleader’. He was guaranteed some help in an hour, when things had died down, so for the time being he’d tried his best to patch up the bullet wound and pray it wasn’t fatal.

They pulled up into a secluded area on the coast line, hidden away from view. The only people who knew who to access this area was Jackson and his men. While some of Jackson’s men headed off the boat and towards the cliffs, Jackson and a couple others stayed on the boat, intending on staying there until Carter woke.
“Who do you think it is? And why would Maria just… leave him? Isn’t he the ‘sea demon’ we heard about?” The woman asked, standing next to Jackson who was now crouched beside Carter.
“No idea. If he was the sea demon then he’d be on that boat. Whatever she wanted was on that boat… and he know’s what it is I’m guessing. We just have to wait until he hopefully wakes up Jenny.”
The woman, Jenny, sighed, “well, looks like he’s breathing… only just though.”

After a little bit, Carter slowly moved. He lazily reached a hand outwards, still incredibly sluggish, and didn’t even open his eyes yet. “Arria…” He murmured, reaching out and trying to find his beloved’s warmth. He wanted to snuggle again, to run his hands along Arria’s tail and play with his hair and kiss those perfect lips.

Jackson tilted his head to the side. Arria? Was that who Maria took? He reached out, gently nudging Carter, “Hey, wake up man.” He said, nudging him a little more.

Carter’s eyes flew open when it was not Arria’s voice that greeted him and he threw out a hand to defend himself. Carter’s eyes caught sight if the stranger and he didn’t even have time to process who the man was, he just lunged to tackle him. His goal was to be able to take the stranger down and demand where Arria was, but he neglected to add in the factor of his tail—Carter ended up falling into the man instead of actually tackling him.

Jackson made an oof sound, not expecting to be tacked or really fallen on. He knew something would happen, I mean they had technically kidnapped this man… or merman, “Dude calm down, we’re not gonna ‘urt you, I swear. We’re tryna ‘elp.” Jenny took a few steps back, gun already aimed at Carter.