Synopsis: Arriving separately to a pub in the middle of a port-stop, Wave and Wire hold a conversation about Valentines Day. As their usual lovers involved in the polycule find themselves preoccupied, the two of them make do by entertaining themselves in a themed bar for the evening.
Themes: Wave x Wire, Canon x OC, Wire x OC, Merman OC, established polycule relationship, public acts of indecency, handjobs, fluff, NSFW, 18+, smut, MDNI, others' OCs.
Notes: This was a valentines day fic I wrote as a part of a discord server trade last year for my amazing friend Orc! I love Wave and I love his relationship with the Kid Pirate Commanders. Writing for him is so much fun. Happy Valentine’s Day, @sodatusks!
The soft seabreeze lingers from the coastline up to the scantily attended side of the village the Victoria Punk had presently found its harbour. The pinks of dusk set on the horizon, mirroring the litter of robust decor hanging from the rafters and illuminating the lanterns of the dingy pub Wave had begun to saunter towards.
Valentine's Day.
Wave clicked his tongue as he let his heavy footfalls carry him through the swinging doors and into the foyer. The reds, pinks, violets, and lavender hues continued to decorate therein. Tables suited for couples were skewed throughout the dining hall: booths overtaken by patrons indulging in sappy expressions of romance flooded his vision like a crashing tide rolling onto a damp shore.
The scent of a forever-stew wafted from the bar, alongside the overpours of sour and yeast-forward ales. Slowly reaching into his pant-pocket, he retrieved a cigarette and placed it, unlit, between his lips as he continued to examine his surroundings.
In the far off corner, sticking to the corner seat of the studded, angular booth, sat a familiar hooded cloak tugged over a head that was hanging heavier than it regularly did. Wave rolled his eyes and immediately shrugged off the outward disgust at the displays of touchy-romance and trudged towards the looming shadow.
“Shove over, Wire,” Wave ordered gruffly, kicking the edge of the booth seat with the steel cap of his buckled boots. The taller man let out a scoff, rolling his eyes and languidly moving over to make room beside him. His hand clasped the tankard of beer as he dragged it over the surface of the table, uncaring of its spillage of frothed foam over the edges.
Wave raised his brow as he poured himself into the seat beside him. His gaze searched Wire’s as the giant raised his tankard to his lips with a melancholy furrow to his brows. Electing to ignore it temporarily, Wave signalled the barkeep for a large jug of amber ale to be placed on Wire’s current tab and brought over to them with two stein glasses.
“Heat still got the flu, eh?” Wave asked as he placed his shoulder-bag on the ground between the two of them. Wire nodded, kicking the bag away from his feet so he could stretch and recline the way he wanted.
“I fucking hate Valentines Day,” Wire uttered darkly, his voice barely above a whisper as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, “Reminds me why I chose not to be in a relationship for so damn long.” Wave rolled his eyes as he nodded to the barkeep in an extension of gratitude to the jug and glasses placed before the two of them.
“I get you, man,” Wave nodded, reaching for a glass and pouring on an angle to reduce the incursion of a heady froth to his ale, “Probably why I’m not all that keen on going back to the ship.”
“Oh?” Wire asked, arching his brow and turning his head to the side, “And the boss and vice?”
“Supervising Dive while House’s takin’ care of Heat, the rest goin’ out and bein’ stupid.” Wave removed the cigarette from his lips, replacing it momentarily with a heavy gulp of his beer, and returning it after swallowing. “Don’t really like the whole ‘Valentines’ bullshit. A whole day spent dedicated to sappy shit, holdin’ hands, spendin’ way too much berry on shit you don’t need. Not my style.”
Wire nodded along, wholeheartedly agreeing with the sentiment while he spread his knees apart and hung his head back on the studded chair. Wave joined him, leaning back and bringing up his flintlock lighter to his lips. Clicking the flame, he ignited the wispy tailored end of the cigarette and blew out a sour breath of nicotine-riddled smoke outwards and up to the ceiling.
A rouge of hearts strung from the rafters filtered down and danced with the extension of his lungs. The dance of smoke swirled amongst the paper vines strung between hearts, the magenta hue of wispy pinks flittered down and kissed the skin of Wave and Wire’s forms as music begun to play in a soft, intimate procession. Both of the men looked through the corners of their eyes at one another, resigned to the fact that they both came to the similar conclusion in complete unison.
“The decorations are nice though-.”
“-Fuck, the pinks are pretty.”
Wave and Wire both allowed a chuckle to part between them while they continued to take in the decor, mildly making comments on certain aspects. From the window tints, to the themed cocktails, each element incorporated a hint of the spirit of Valentine's Day. As the conversation met its end, Wire allowed that same melancholy smile to grow on the corner of his lips while gesturing to the barkeep for a top up of their ale-jug.
“Would’ve been better if Heat came outta his damn room,” Wire lamented softly while he blinked slowly down at his empty glass, “I don’t give a shit how sick he is, he’d have still liked t’see this. He loves sappy bullshit.” Wave nods along, gently brushing his heel with the bag beneath the table as he does so.
“Same with Kil,” Wave uttered in a similar sorrow, “Likes the food in this part’a town too. Dodgy, homey shit, you know? Stuff that makes ‘ya sick because it’s been cookin’ forever - Uh, no offence,” he cringed out softly while the barkeep handed them a fresh jug with a disgruntled grimace over his features. Wave brings up Wire’s and his own glasses, pouring a little more sloppily now as the ales had begun to take its toll on him.
He handed the glass to Wire, halting as their fingers brushed against one another’s. Wave’s eyes held onto the sheer difference in the length and girth of this nine-foot man’s fingers in comparison to his own. A darkening glaze moved over his eyes while his attention drew down to Wire’s body clad in harnesses, fishnets, and those leathery hotpants containing the beast lurking within.
“What if I have a way to take our minds off it, hm?” Wave’s suggestion came out a little more huskily and seductive than both Wave and Wire were expecting. Before Wire had a reason or rhyme to ask a semblance of a question, Wave’s hands were already fleeing down Wire’s hemline and reaching for his flaccid cock stuffed against his thigh.
“What the fuck are you-?” Wire asked, halting as his hands gripped Wave’s wrist to halt his descent. Wave halted, cocking his head up and arching his brow towards the trident-wielding commander. The silence grew thick between them, the tangible chemistry only swelling in intensity within the heady severance of verbal words spoken.
Wire’s hand lessened its grip, which only served to further enable Wave’s hands to seek out his hemline ever nearer. The gaze spilt from Wire's to Wave's was made with intent to kill, yet his hands and words did little to expend the direction of Wave's digits gently fishing out his foot-long cock from within its leathery pouch.
Once withdrawn, Wave’s parted lips curled up into a lopsided smirk. The thick, large shaft was warm within his webbed digits, circling around his girth and barely joining his thumb and forefingers against its flaccid circumference. His thumbs both gently took Wire’s swelling cock and massaged along the under-vein beneath his extending cock.
A soft sigh gently left Wire’s lips as he felt the ministrations from Wave’s digits rolling back the velvety skin along his shaft. Both hands worked in tandem as Wave angled his body to shroud the view of onlookers from their direct gaze falling upon them.
“We’re gonna get thrown out,” Wire whispered as he lulled his head to the side, peering out from the corner of his eyes against Wave’s form. The fishman simply takes a small puff from the cigarette still lodged within his lips and exhales away from him without halting the motions made against Wire’s thickening shaft.
“If you were all that worried, your cock wouldn’t be gettin’ bigger in my hands, Wire,” he uttered with a scratched gurgle in his tone, eyes half lidded and lingering on the swelling cockhead. Wire’s cock only continues to swell in each pass, worked up from the absence of his partner and away from the others while they tended to their duties.
Wire’s focus searched the room, fixing itself on a variety of those that could easily find out what the selective jerking of Wave’s arms could indicate. With each stroke of both of Waves hands met with his cock, Wire’s inhibitions began to melt with every stroke. Pearly beads of Wire’s precum begun to slowly spill from the small slit on the tip of his cock, dampening the leathery exterior of his tight pants.
“Fuck,” Wire whispered through his parted lips and outward towards the ceiling. He gradually moved his head down to hunch himself over the table, shrouding the actions to the best of his abilities with his larger great-cloak.
“Needed this, didn’t you?” The fishman intensified his focus, slowly maneuvering Wire’s heavy shaft in a slow and pumping fastening, “Been a while, huh.” Wave’s cigarette had long-since extinguished, begging to be relit as its smoke grew stagnant. A moan clawed its way through Wire’s throat as Wave focussed on massaging his sensitive tip, causing a few patrons to become unwitting onlookers to the lewd and indecent act beside them.
“Stew not agreeing with you, man?” Wave slowed his motions as he thought on his feet to disguise Wire’s pleasured moans, “Probably the fish, huh? Makin’ your tummy upset. Let me just feel your belly and see where the issue is, big guy?” Wave made an action, turning directly towards Wire and focussing on slowly rolling and rotating the skin back on his cock down to the hilt, revealing Wire’s sensitive tip and allowing more of the tender flesh to be played with.
Wire balled his fist to maintain his focus on reducing the amount of sound coming from his throat. When it truly boils down to the moot point, Wave was correct. It had been a long time coming: Heat ill, the two remaining commanders overtaken by their own duties, the crew being too overcome with their own celebrations to spare him a second thought. Wire had barely thought to seek out Wave to venture within town, thinking he, too, was a little too preoccupied to spend quality time by his side.
Wave knew Wire like clockwork. Each soft gasp was a repression of a larger cog at work within the mighty engine swollen between his legs. Each hitching breath rolling over was the interlock and the pinswitch of his end. Each deep furrow of his brow was the final few hitched lodgings before that shuddering alarm rang through his body. Wave couldn't help but ignore all else but seeking out the way Wire’s clenching and unclenching fist was used as a tether to withhold his end.
“Wave, you're… you're gonna get us kicked out,” Wire groaned without any true conviction found within his tone, “Fuck, keep doing that with your thumb. Keep going.” His hips began to almost rock against the motions Wave was focussing into him.
“You are if you don't keep quiet, big guy,” the Fishman taunted, only increasing his speed and feeling for those little twitches in Wire’s cock to indicate his release, “Stop bein’ so forward about it. All that rockin’ and you're gonna break the bolt between the table and floorboards”. Heavy panting mixed with the few drops of sweat beading at his temple was more than enough to alert the onlookers of what was truly occuring, as was the flush dampening his cheeks and lips beginning to both dry and salivate in unison.
Wife's cock continued twitching and pulsating within Wave’s hands completely against all rhyme or reason. The impact of the feeling Wave was thrusting into Wire was far too good to ignore. His breathy pants quickly spread to heady moans filled with wanton need, keening out in a low baritone in desperation for his release.
Just as the coil bound itself tight in his abdomen and balls sucked up into his gut with the swell of his seed, a heavy gavel smacked against the wooden topper of the booth table the two men were sitting against. Wave and Wire jolted upright, Wire's cock screaming in protest while the whimpering spurts began leaking from his slit as they came face to face with the barkeep. Manhandling the empty beer jug with a menacing grip, a deep growl fled their lips while they barked their orders.
“Get,” they moved their gaze from Wave to Wire, “Out.”
Scampering hastily, the two men scrambled to place themselves in higher esteem with their items scantily skewed over their bodies. Wire tried to desperately contain his engorged and painfully hard cock in his hotpants while Wave grabbed his satchel beneath the table. Fleeing hurriedly through the door, they maneuvered themselves towards an unoccupied column between the two large buildings.
“What's-… fuck,” Wire clicked his tongue while he continued attempting to mercilessly stuff his cock inside his leather bottoms, “What's in the bag?” Wave cocked his head to the side and fished out a fresh cigarette from his pocket to place between his teeth.
“Went shopping,” he confessed while drawing up his flint to his lips, “Wanted to get sappy shit for Killer, the Cap, Heat, and you for the shitty holiday.” Wire chuckled as he finally made good on his attempt to stuff his cock back in his pants.
“How much all that set you back?” Wire asked smoothly, narrowing his eyes and stepping towards the Fishman.
“Not a damn thing,” Wave uttered in response. Wire shook his head and examined the surroundings, taking in the truly lacking audience of people so far from the seedy Valentine's themed pub. A smirk drew up his lips as he leaned down and lingered within the nicotine bubble Wave crafted for himself.
“Seems awfully secluded here, Wave,” Wire pursed his lips, clicking his tongue and suggestively narrowing his eyes, “Got any more bad ideas to try out before we go back and distribute your stolen shit to the others?” Wave mirrored Wire’s gaze, darting his eyes between the taller man's before falling lower to notice the twitching pulse contained in Wire’s bottoms.
I'm still working on the Wispy & Tobiuo meet webcomic thing and I drew Tobiuo signing prawn and really like how the lineart turned out so now I gotta show you :3
(if the signage is wrong/looks bad pls lmk how i can fix it<3)
I am on the floor and sobbing and showing my entire household, Cicada. You don't know. What it means. To see sign. To me.
Like.
It means so much to me, for one, that you're drawing Tobiuo. But then. You're also doing sign. And like. Auslan. I'm. Just gonna have a little cry.
This is Auslan for prawn:
She's so perfect, Cicada. I can't wait to see Wispy & Iyo together. I will like. Bawl my eyes out.
Her expression is just gorgeous. Your art is spectacular. Thank you for showing me this. I really needed it today.
