Sean gripped the bars tightly, focusing on his kiss with Nate. Water leaked between their lips but neither of them cared. Under him, Mark's kisses trailed over his side to his chest. His lips seeking out the tender parts of his flesh that gave him goosebumps. When he finished kissing Nate through the bars, he pulled one of his hands back to pour more water into his mouth. Mark tilted his head back, accepting Sean's kiss when their lips met. Sean's heart raced in his chest. He could almost feel Mark's heart matching his own. Their kiss left them both gasping for air and longing for more. Sean licked his lips, before biting his lower lip. The world didn't feel like it existed. It was just them down here in the brig. Nothing else mattered. Mark wrapped his arms around Sean's slim waist, holding him tightly as he climbed to his feet. Sean yelped and giggled as Mark pressed him back against the square iron bars. Mark nipped his lip, whispering to him softly. "I can't stop thinking about the first time I saw you down here."

Sean glanced at the shackles on the wall, trying to gather his thoughts enough to remember. He remembered this place being partly flooded... but the memory was so distant. It felt like so long ago. Mark nibbled his ear, growling playfully into it. "Remember? You were half submerged in the water. Shackled to that wall as you splashed me with that glistening tail of yours?" Sean blushed a deep red. He remembered now. Behind him Nate chuckled, his hands wedged between the bars to hold Sean's hips as he slipped in. "What a sight that makes... I think I'd like to see that." Sean looked over his shoulder to see Nate's eyes turning a bright purple and his body start excreting a purple mist. Sean tried to resist it, but he was being pulled into an illusion. The room shimmered like water and Sean gasped. His body was tingling from the sensation of Nate's illusion. No matter how he tried to resist, he couldn't shake off Nate's power. As his vision cleared, he found himself sitting on the ground with his wrists shackled to the wall.

Sean looked down at himself to see he looked like a merman. His tail sat in the ankle-deep water that flooded the brig and a thin white mist hung in the air. Sean swallowed hard as he saw that he wasn't alone. Standing just outside the cage with his arms resting through the bars was a figure he couldn't make out clearly in the mist. As the mist cleared, Sean blushed and curled his tail shyly. It was Mark. Mark was dressed like a richer version of himself. He wore a long black coat with a silky red button up vest. His black pants formed fitted down his legs to his knee-high pirate boots that had golden buckles. While around his neck was a gold chain necklace that had the diamond ship pendant. From one of his ears hung a gold hoop earring and he wore a big black leather tricorn hat with golden studs along the edges. Mark's deep brown eyes glistened with gold flakes that stood out brightly against his black eyeliner. Mark tapped one of his thick gold rings against the iron bars as a grin spread over his face. Sean's heart skipped in his chest.

Mark looked striking. Then from the other cell through the mist, Nate uttered out playfully. "I see what you mean. He is quite a sight. His colorful scales really add class to these... colorless cells." Mark stopped tapping his ring to answer devilishly. "Aye, he glitters like gold." Sean saw movement in the other cell and held his breath. Through the bars he finally saw Nate. Nate walked up to the bars, raising his hands high to grip the bars. He was similar to Mark, but with a few differences. His long jacket was a deep purple with black leather designs that looked like tentacles or waves? Nate's button up black shirt was unbuttoned almost down to his stomach to show off his smooth pale skin. He wore black pants with knee-high pirate boots, but his buckles and buttons were all silver. Nate had black gauges in his ears and large rings with silver dragons holding gems on his fingers. Nate's black eyeliner made his brown eyes stand out, showing off the purple tint to them whenever the light hit them just right. He didn't wear a hat though. Instead, Nate's long black bangs hung down over one of his eyes, dripping water from the mist in the air.

Sean relaxed back against the wall, mumbling out. "Come on... Ganging up on me isn't fair..." Nate lowered a hand to brush his wet bangs from his eye uselessly, uttering out with a gleaming grin. "Pirates don't play fair. We play to win by any means necessary." Mark withdrew his arms from the bars, opening the cell to step inside casually as he added with a grin of his own. "I don't recall you complaining, when it was the two of you against me. So, relax. What's the worst we could do to you?" Sean felt a shiver ripple down his spine. They both had much more experience than he did, and they looked rather intimating at the moment. Nate's body shimmered through the bars, allowing him to lean back against them as Mark stepped up to stand beside him. Mark raised a hand to crack his neck, while Nate arched back against the bars to stretch. Sean exhaled slowly out of his mouth. Helplessly watching Mark take a knee, his hand sliding over the surface of the ankle-deep water as it sought out to touch his tail.

Sean let out a throaty moan, his fin ears flattening back as his eyes rolled. Mark's fingers caressed lovingly over the end of his tail. Touching the soft silky scales in such a way that it almost tickled. His red and black scales glistening with rainbow colors beneath the water. Nate moved closer, taking a knee right beside him. Sean's fin ears perked up with curiosity at what Nate would do. Nate traced a finger under his own lower lip, his eyes looking over every inch of him. When Nate finally lowered his hand, he smiled and reached out to trace his knuckles down Sean's bare side. His knuckles lightly traced down his ribcage, making Sean thrash his tail as he whined out. "No, don't!" A devilish grin spread over Nate's face as he leaned in to whisper playfully. "What's wrong, King of the Sea? Can't you command me?" Sean giggled from how it tickled, straining to answer. "I... I can't. I can't... focus." Sean tried to scoot away from Nate's hand, his tail squirming in the water like a coiling snake.

Mark grabbed the end of his tail, pinning it down under his knee. Mark's hands moved slowly up the sides of his tail, feeling how his scaly skin moved beneath his fingers. Sean watched Nate's hand go down his ribs, then follow the small scales around his waist to his front. Sean could barely breathe. Mark's hands stopped to hold him, telling Nate playfully. "You're tensing him up. I need him relaxed." Nate rolled his eyes, chuckling out. "Just watch. I got this." Sean watched Nate's hand lay flat to his stomach, then start slowly drifting down his front. Sean whimpered, tilting his head back to pant heavily. He didn't have to ask to know what Nate was doing. Nate leaned over him, claiming his lips in a dominating kiss. After the brief kiss, he whispered over his aching lips. "You can command me... but in bed... You're mine to toy with." Nate's fingers sought out the slit of his tail, slipping beneath the flesh to just trace his finger over the softer skin he found there. Sean let out a powerful moan as pleasure rocked through him hard enough to make his eyes roll back.

That seemed to be what Mark was waiting for, because Mark's hands moved to the spot to gently slip his fingers in to coax Sean's cock out with light fleeting touches. Sean thrashed harder, loving how their fingers couldn't help touching him more now. When his cock had grown out, Mark chuckled out wickedly. "Take a deep breath, little prince. Trust me." Sean inhaled slowly, watching Mark's hands brace over his waist, before Mark lowered his head. The second Sean felt Mark's warm lips slide down around the tip of his cock, he arched back against the wall with a loud moan that burst from his throat. Nate reclaimed his lips to silence him but kept the kisses light enough that Sean could gasp between them. The pleasure Mark was milking from him, had Sean licking his lips hungrily and demanding Nate's kisses. Nate started to resist him to tease him. Sean wouldn't have it. His skin starting to glow with symbols as he growled lustfully out to Nate. "Nate, stop teasing me and kiss me like before!"

Nate's eyes flared a bright blue for a second or two, before turning back to normal. Nate shook his head, his eyes turning purple as he grinned. Leaning over him more, Nate growled over his lips playfully in response. "You don't have to command me. Just ask, highness. Or can you not control yourself?" Sean panted heavily noticing his own eyes flickering in the reflection of Nate's black pupils. Nate smirked, claiming his lips in a possessive kiss and Sean moaned into the kiss. He loved this. Something about doing this with them made it sexy and fun. He wanted more. So much more. Sean's tail quivered in the water as Mark brought him to the edge of his pleasure. Which when combined with the way Nate's tongue was greedily lusting over his own tongue... He couldn't stop himself from coming! Just as he reached his blissful release, someone cleared their throat. Nate's hold on the illusion shattered like someone had burst a tank of water, letting the illusion spill out like water to reveal the real brig.

It wasn't all that different. Except for the fact that Mark and Nate's clothes were not as fancy, and the brig was only shrouded in a thick purple mist that made everything damp. The mist cleared out as Granny swirled her hands in the air to collect it all into a purple ball in her hands. Clamping her hands together, the mist ball dissipated. Sean glanced around, feeling his cheeks blush an even greater red. He wasn't a merman, but his pants had been pulled down around his ankles. He wasn't shackled to the wall. Nate had been pinning his wrists to the cage. They were all in the same cell. Mark swallowed what was in his mouth, then looked at Nate with a small blush of his own. Nate released Sean, clearing his own throat as he started to say. "Before you ask, I just want you to know that-" Granny raised a hand to stop him, pinching the bridge of her nose with the other, upon quickly intervening. "I really don't want to know... What he does with you two is your business. However, his moans and your purple mist was starting to unsettle the others."

Granny averted her eyes from them, adding as casually as she could. "Sean, would you join me on deck. I have something I want to teach you. Bring your trident." Sean quickly pulled up his pants. While Mark climbed to his feet in order to help Sean up. Nate dusted him off from the bits of straw that clung to him, then ruffled his damp green bangs for fun. Sean patted them both, picking up the empty waterskin, before slipping from the cell. Grabbing his metal trident, he walked up beside Granny to say in a wispy voice. "I'm ready." Granny giggled to herself, gesturing for him to go up the stairs. Sean felt awkward heading for the steps, until Granny tried to lighten the mood by uttering out. "Calm yourself, Sean. I was young once too. Although, your taste in paramours is interesting. I was more of a Mershark woman myself. My da never approved of him, but oh how I loved him." Sean slowed his pace to ask her as they walked up the steps. "What happened to your paramours? I don't think I've ever seen you with anyone. Not to disrespect you, I just-"

Granny calmed him with a warm smile, telling him sweetly. "I understand what you mean. But they both died a long time ago." Sean stopped on the step, saying very softly in response. "I'm sorry... Was it the day Atlantis sunk?" Granny chuckled lightly, stopping to answer with another warm smile. "No. Long before that. The Elders picked my paramour. A nice guy. Confident and hard working. A good match. But I was wild. I'd sneak out of the city to be with the man I picked. He was a beautiful tiger Mershark. No one approved of him because everyone saw the Mersharks as mad beasts. A sad misunderstanding. I saw him for the tender heart he was. Sadly... my appointed paramour became irrational when I got pregnant. He attacked my Tiger and my Tiger won. Tore him to shreds. My heart was torn apart... Then when the Elders killed Tiger for murdering one of our own... What was left of my love died with him. I was left to raise my son alone. Manannan looked out for me though. He admired my ability to see Tiger with my own eyes."

Sean rubbed his arm nervously, mumbling out. "I met a few Mersharks in Greece. They... They told me how they were treated. I didn't know the Elders were like that... Is that why... Why your son hates my Paramours so much? Because you didn't pick them for me?" Granny waved a dismissive hand, stating out calmly. "Oh, no. Those old traditions died out when Atlantis sunk. Today almost everyone choices their own paramours. It was a different world when I was younger. When I became an Elder, I changed up the tradition of men singing mermaids to shore. Allows both sides to pick who we desire and yet still be true to our roots. No matter what type of Merfolk they are." Sean glanced back down the steps, nervously mumbling out. "Mark isn't a Merfolk..." Granny turned his chin back to look into his eyes as she told him lovingly. "When the tradition was made, no one thought merpeople would ever love mortals again. So, there is no law saying you can't make a human your paramour. Don't let anyone tell you who to love. Follow your own heart. Be your own person. Even if no one is on your side. History is made by the ones that break free from the crowds."

Sean smiled, then asked her very softly. "Your son... Devan. I've never really looked at his tail. Which Paramour did he come from?" Granny grinned brightly, whispering back innocently. "How about you ask him yourself?" Sean shrugged nervously, but Granny told him nicely. "He may not be your real da... but he raised you all on his own and loved you like his own. The second Signe came to shore and said you were taken. He wanted to go get you himself, but I forced him to stay. When he heard what happened to them... Wild Seahorses couldn't stop him from chasing after you. You are his only child and he has never stopped loving you. You don't know what it means to him that you are still alive. Not because he made a promise to Manannan... but because you are HIS son. Just as you are MY grandson." Sean's heart felt heavy in his chest. After years of calling Devan his dad... He felt awkward saying it now.

Granny cupped his face in her gentle cold hands, pleading with him nicely. "I know he lied. I know he doesn't agree with your decisions, right now... But please don't isolate yourself from him. He's still learning how to be a father and I think it would kill him to lose you." Sean nodded, he could see in Granny's eyes that she truly believed that. Granny pulled his head down to kiss his forehead, then released him to continue up the steps as she slipped out. "Good. My heart can't bare to see you two fighting with each other." Sean followed her up onto the deck, before asking her curiously. "So, what is it that you want to teach me?" Granny waved a hand in the air to bring water up over the deck. Swirling her arms in a beautiful gesture, she made a trident out of water. Grasping it firmly, she grinned at him wickedly as she said confidently. "You own a trident now. Now it's time you learned how to use it properly." Sean hesitated, looking over Granny a bit skeptically. He had never seen her move very fast.

From somewhere farther on the ship, a familiar voice told him gently. "It's tradition for family to teach their youths their secrets. Since you're technically my son. That falls to us. And since we have some time while Rita goes to get the ship from Greece... You should use this time wisely." Sean stepped out a bit to face Devan, answering warmly. "Ok. I'll try not to hurt you." Devan chuckled, answering playfully. "You won't." Sean puffed himself up, then yelped loudly as a trident swiped his feet out from under him. Hitting the ground, he groaned and looked up to see Granny spinning her trident around her body like a master. When she stopped, she grinned and told him devilishly. "I used to spar with Manannan, boy. And although, I always lost to HIM... I know I can take YOU. But don't worry. We'll go easy on you." To Be Continued...