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Nurisiliel: Yeah, Godric wasn't having it. I'm glad you enjoyed chapter 7.
Shamelessly Reckless: I'm excited to write the scenes where they still argue, and Callum is going to treat Godric in such a cute way. :D
A00000000000000023: No, Godric is not stronger physically. He actually almost lost that battle, it was the desperation of losing Callum to the other siren that gave him the extra endurance to keep fighting. The other male was bigger too. The only reason Godric won was because of his undine blood. He can heal at an unnatural rate because his mother was a water nymph. Nymphs are the daughters of river gods in the mythology of Greece and Italy. Or Poseidon/Neptune, the God of the seas. It wasn't a territorial fight, the other siren noticed Callum and was probably hungry. Sirens love the taste of humans, he was going to eat him. Thank you!
That's Balderdash: Thanks, girl!
NoTFaMouUs: Godric's only submissive when he wants to be but yeah, I see Godric as the protector and he needs to wind down somewhere...like the bedroom.
CaptainPorkChop: Watch him still be hostile at times. Lmao. I like to image Godric with so many different layers of a deep personality.
2StepsFromH3LL: Thank you so much! Hybrid Godric is the best. :D
A/N: By Dionysus, I'm excited to post this chapter. Sorry for any typos and I hope you all like it.
WARNING: Mature.
"Despite the neck gills and greenish tint, the boy was gorgeous in that so-pretty-I'd-break-you kind of way."
-Alexandra Martin
He woke up to the distant sound of ocean waves crashing against the shore. Callum could hear the loud wind howling outside of the cottage he rested in. He lifted his head, half-asleep, blinking heavy eyelids as his gaze fell to the door and small, shutter windows that poured sunlight into the shady dwelling.
When the events of last night circled back to him in memories, a satisfied smile curled his lips upward while dropping his head back onto the bedding beneath him. Callum shifted his gaze toward the snoozing figure beside him. The view of dark tattoos was striking against pale skin, clashing the two shades together beautifully.
Godric rested on his back, partly covered by the thin blankets, face turned away from Callum.
The man shifted his body, turning partway on his side to face the siren, he reached over Godric with one arm, sliding his palm under his lover's flank. Once he had a good grip on the stirring other, he hoisted him slightly, angling the shorter body to turn barely before pulling a stirring Godric flush against him. A low mumble escaped full lips that now pressed against his collarbone while Callum slipped his other arm under and around his husband. Appreciating warm skin pressed against his, he hummed with satisfaction before burying his nose into messy, dark brown hair.
A relaxing stillness fell back over him like a blanket, enough for Callum to want to begin dozing off again, if not for the impression of the gliding palm of his lover to reach up from between them and draped around his form, resting sharp tips of claws against his mid-back, scarcely felt.
Then a warm leg, the almost hairless leg that slipped between his, Godric brought his thigh up Callum's limbs to rest underneath his awakening cock, warm flesh lounging against his balls. It was furthermore, the humming purr that emerged, breaking out of his tempting lover's lips, and his cock twitched, hazel eyes opening in response. He raised his arm from out of the comfortable embrace and searched until he found the siren's chin. Lifting a sleepy silver-blue gaze to meet with his, Callum tilted his head down to connect their lips with a caress. "Good morning, my love." He greeted before diving in for a deeper kiss, tasting and breathing the scent of sex that clung to the siren from the night before.
Godric pulled taut before rapidly melting back against him while his full lips and warm tongue met the kiss eagerly. The hand journeyed up to bury clawed fingers in Callum's tousled hair and he kissed the shorter with lazy affection that was rapidly shifting into an energetic enthusiasm. Pulling away from Godric's searching lips and questioning mercury eyes that appeared from behind fluttering eyelids and thick eyelashes. Callum collided their foreheads together gently and in a sing-song voice with his eyes slanted, inspecting Godric's pretty features. "You're so tiny. Petite. My little love."
Callum cooed, teasing while examining marvelous eyes enlarge before delicate features were curling into disbelief and disgust. If Callum wanted to hit a nerve with his observation, he certainly accomplished his mission. "I'm not tiny!" The aggressive snarl that would have been chilling if Callum was his past self a year ago.
But presently, pressed against his lover and filled with arrogant confidence, he snickered, moving to gift little, dry kisses against an irritated face. He received the award of Godric's slack hand tightening into a fist, gripping strands of his hair harshly and yanking his smooching lips away from the siren's scowling face.
When Godric had dragged him by his hair a year ago, it hurt, strands were nearly pulled painfully from his scalp during that unfortunate day. The guilt of being responsible for the innocent deaths of the fishermen still plagued him at times...But right at this moment, wrapped against his lover in their warm bed while the sound of a furious storm approached from outside, the sharp jab of pain only fed his arousal and playful nature.
He mentally admitted that he might have been a masochist as a lewd moan fled from his lips. Callum tensed when Godric's features slackened into surprise, mercury eyes enlarged with a devilish light, and suddenly the siren shifted and crawled over him, his hand still holding his hair in a painful grip. Callum's lover straddled him, gifting him a pretty picture of a leaking cock and tight balls bound to a desirable body.
"You like it." Godric was hissing down with an eager expression, appearing every inch of a predator presently.
Callum similarly, mentally admitted that Godric was possibly a sadist. "Tell me. Do. You. Like this?" The young man could feel red fever creeping up his neck and face, leaving a blush behind. Humiliation and arousal mingled together as silver-blue eyes stared right through him. "I do, I do!" He cried out when the cruel hand yanked at the roots of his hair viciously.
And something wicked appeared in Godric's eyes. Callum's breath was picking up, his heavy arousal resting against his stomach, aching and untouched.
"Would you like to act on this discovery?" The brutal fist unclenched in his hair, fingers currently brushing through his strands with agonizing, gentle movements. Hazel eyes confronting molten silver-blue. Godric was calm, peering down at him with a thoughtful, honest gaze.
Callum's body untensed from under his lover's body, reassured that Godric wasn't judging his involuntary reactions. He breathed a sigh and nodded with a curling smile.
"Pleasure or pain, my heart?" Godric was grinning wickedly while asking his question. Sharp teeth appearing from behind full lips.
"Both."
"Very well."
"Do your worst, little love." Callum teased with mischief, getting a kick out of the shadow of annoyance flashing over pretty features and a deep growl rumbling from a pale throat.
...
Godric did do his worst and for a split moment, Callum regretted taunting him. His regret didn't linger though, not when the siren completely and utterly wrecked him.
In Godric's passion, he brutally took him for hours, and when his lover had finally settled above him after coming a final time, snarling and buried deep, pressing against Callum's abused prostate while sharp teeth sunk into his scarred neck. The man couldn't feel his legs and was past the point of drooling but the siren was able to compel one more unbearable climax out of Callum's wailing, shaking body. His lower half was sinking down to the bed, now that Godric was sated, he allowed Callum to collapse, claws remaining buried in his hips.
His white-knuckled digits relaxed when Godric stilled against him, fingers finally unclenched the blankets beside his head, and he sniffled into the pillows with a dazed moan. Wet paths of tears had long streaked his features and multiple climaxes painted his stomach and bedsheets below, his oversensitive body ached with pleasured pain, and the rough sheets agitated his spent cock. His body was bruised and Callum could feel the stinging pain of shallow lacerations littering his back and hips. His front didn't look any better, nipples teased raw, and flesh embedded with bite marks.
Full lips were unlatching from his scarred neck, and pointed teeth pulled out, a warm tongue licked at the bite, inducing hypersensitive tremors to rack his fatigued body. Callum squirmed in agony, his head swerving sideways, peering up at blackened eyes with blurry vision, his voice hoarse and throat raw from overuse, the siren had him practically screaming for hours, "Godric, I can't!" A depleted sob was caught in this throat.
"You did so well, my heart. Thank you." The rumbling purr responded, and lips were landing kisses against the side of his face, a tongue appearing, tasting the dried salty tears that had streaked heat down his features throughout the intense trial of Godric's bestial passion.
The deep purr vibrated against his back and Callum allowed his body to slump back against the damp bedding. The bedding, that required to be thoroughly cleaned of their mess.
Godric shifted and Callum moaned out with a pained whimper when the siren unhurriedly pulled out of his battered form. A gentle hushing murmured above him and hands were spreading the globes of his rear end after detaching claws from his hips. The man could feel warm liquid leaking out of his twitching body after Godric withdrew and strived not to feel sheepish from the sensation of the siren staring at the intimate location.
Callum rolled his eyes into the pillow rather, with the little energy he had left, "No." He was finished, his body was done, and it could not go again. Godric had an insatiable appetite apparently and the man wondered at how he would keep up if it would always be like this when the siren topped. The hands removed themselves from his body after a moment and Callum breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately an arm was slipping under his collarbone and lifting him slightly, a bloody wrist was placed against his slack mouth. "Hm?" The taste of dark spice pushed past his lips and flamed his tastebuds, Callum moaned and swallowed the liquid fire.
"I tore you." A dark grumble was commenting against his ear, sounding far away. Callum was distracted by the addicting liquid pouring into his mouth. "I am sorry, my heart. I was too rough."
"It's fine," Callum murmured through the taste of spice. He laughed deliriously when the arm eventually pulled away, the bite wound sealing closed as it was removed from his view. A fuzzy warmth was journeying down his exhausted body, bringing strength back to his muscles and evaporating the stinging pain littering his bruised form.
"My Callum." The dark hum was heard through his delirium before Godric features buried into his sweaty hair. "Mine."
The crash of thunder rumbled above them, drowning out the sound of the pouring rain for a swift instant and Callum could certainly fell back asleep if not for his stomach eating itself. His belly growled loudly and he shifted, possessing the strength to shimmy out from under the purring siren. He crawled to the latter and climbed down, glancing at himself once he stepped onto the ground floor, Callum was pleased to find he was healed with his husband's extraordinary lifeforce. His own blood and climaxes covered his skin and a small twitch traveled up his body when the sensation of Godric's seed leaked down his thighs.
Ignoring the mess of himself and predatory eyes on his back, Callum strolled over to open the half-full jar of peanut butter, he peeled a small banana before dipping a clean dagger's point inside to collect the delicious treat. Adding peanut butter onto the fruit, he moaned appreciatively, taking a bite and chewing as Godric roamed to his side.
Callum swallowed the food before turning his cheerful gaze to his lover, "Hungry? Here."
He dipped the dagger back in the jar, before pulling it out and handing it to the siren, "Don't cut yourself."
A startled, pained yelp fell from Godric's lips when his hand enclosed around the blade handle and the peanut butter covered dagger was suddenly falling, clattering against the stone floor, Callum released an uneasy gasp, the banana falling from his hold when Godric snatched his own arm and recoiled, holding his limb by the wrist with the other. Callum rushed forward, his fingers curling around Godric's forearm, pulling the siren's palm into his view, his brow furrowed at the injury.
His lover's skin was melted around a nasty, opened gash. Hazel eyes swerved and inspected the dagger laying against the floor before turning back to the injury located on Godric's palm. Blood was spilling from the laceration, trails of crimson red poured down the siren's arm, dripped from his bent elbow, and pooled into a puddle on the floor. It wasn't healing. Godric wasn't healing!
Callum released his lover's blood-streaked arm and turned to grab the medkit Godric ripped off an interior ship wall because he liked the red icon in the middle of the white container. Callum was thankful he had dried out the crucial items in the heat of the sun when it was brought to him.
Callum cleaned the blood away from the gash with alcohol pads, appreciative that the seawater didn't damage them into uselessness. He ignored the siren's hissing and wrapped the gauze tightly around his lover's hand, fastening the material in between clawed digits and binding it before bringing Godric's hand up, and landing a kiss on the back of relaxed knuckles, his fingers curled around the siren's warm wrist. "Explain to me why you have a deadly, allergic reaction to silver?"
The dagger was certainly silver and was well preserved when he found it in the cottage surrounded among other blades made of copper and steel.
"Silver?"
"You didn't know?"
Godric's unnerved features answered Callum's question and the man sighed while pulling his naked lover against him before cooing with mischievous features, "There, there, my little love. I'll get rid of any silver and bury it far away from you."
Godric was immediately stiffening in his hold, a gauze covered hand pushing against his shoulder and a ruffled growl springing forth.
When the storm settled, Callum did what he promised the siren, he would do. He cleaned up the mess off the cottage floor and removed anything that looked like silver, deposing it far away from Godric while the siren ate on the remaining peanut butter located in the jar, and the human in the process learned that his lover had a sweet tooth.
After, he led his siren by the hand to the freshwater hidden in the cover of the island, a bottle of soup and thin, fresh gauze in the other. When they entered the water, Godric didn't transform, he instead walked upright, moving to stand under the small waterfall.
Godric fought him when he buried soapy hands into the siren's hair but only for a moment. When Callum massaged his lover's scalp with soothing motions, Godric immediately became a purring, subdued beast, melting in the taller's hold with fluttering eyelids that eventually shut. Callum's heart clenched with aching love when his hazel eyes traced relaxed, pretty features. After he washed his lover's hair, he trailed soap covered palms over Godric's naked skin and tattoos, cleaning the siren as well as he could with bare hands. Then shoved the rinsed siren out of the water, and replaced the soaked bandages with dry gauze.
After he cleaned himself, he exited the waters and sat with the siren on smooth, warm rocks, under the sun, facing his lover, knees knocking against knees.
"Turn around," Callum requested, watching dark eyebrows rise before the siren changed his position, his back now facing the man. Callum pulled him between his legs, the tattooed back presently brushing against his front, he reached up and buried his fingers into messy strands. Untangling the small knots he noticed before. Godric hummed in appreciation, leaning back to press completely against Callum and the man was unexpectedly braiding Godric's dark hair, some strands weren't long enough and he wasn't very good in the first place. But perhaps with time, he could master the skill, if just to see his lover with a detailed braid.
Once they were dry, he pulled his hands from Godric's hair and wrapped his arms around the front of his husband instead.
"I love you." He was muttering, landing kisses against a pale shoulder, gliding up a smooth neck, and leaving soft caresses against unused gills.
"You should mark me too." Godric was commenting, his head tilting, giving Callum additional access to his neck.
"You'll heal."
"Not from a mating bite, my body will know the difference. You'll have to break my skin. Bite hard and do it many times."
"Are you sure?"
"Entirely, stupid mate. Try not to sink those useless teeth into my gills."
Callum scowled at the siren's insult before smirking wickedly. "Very well...my little love."
"St—" Godric cut off whatever insult or command that was flowing from his lashing tongue, a howl emerged rather, his form pulled taut against him when Callum had aimed for the junction of the siren's neck, dodging gills and using the entire force of his jaw to clamp down, breaking the skin, blood pooled into his mouth and he fought to shake the delirium away, focusing on the unsteady, accented voice humming, "Again."
By the time the bite marks littered Godric's flesh, layered on top of one another erratically, Callum's jaw would have ached if he had not swallowed the taste of the siren's blood that lingered in his mouth.
Godric's body was running hot, similar to a fever against him, Callum reached around to whirl the siren's teary gaze toward him. Checking to see if Godric was alright. As soon as wet, silver-blue eyes met his, his lover curled his lips into a smile.
"The union is complete," And Godric was breathing with a wild, excited regard. "You offered me your soul."
"Did I?" Callum smiled down at his lover. His husband. Lowering his head forward, he pressed his lips against the corner of his siren's parted mouth. "It's yours, take it."
And the rain was falling again, the time it took sunning themselves dry didn't matter, and their joyous laughter could be heard over the chirping, tropical birds in the trees above.
Don't lie to yourself there
You know you'd look great in my hand
I like to watch you climbin' down to me
Succumbing to my plan
Don't fight the temptation
I'm the double line in the sand
I knew you were coming into my sight
It was only right, only right, only right
So don't forget me
Come up close, be under my skin
Like fate no end, you're under my skin
We are better days
Now you're sitting pretty in my brain
Sitting pretty living in me
You're a part of every word I say
Hear my siren call lure you in this lullaby
You can be my spider, caught in me
The apple of my eye
I float to you on my river bed
I'm the dot in the sky
I knew you were coming over to play
It's the only way, only way, only way
So don't forget me
-Under My Skin, Claudia Kane
A/N: Godric's not as submissive as we thought. Poor Callum, our boy was not prepared, lmao.