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The expanse of the ocean never failed to ease Chance's mind even on the busiest days of escaping the overbearing knowledge that they must, one of these days, take over their parents business which was weighing down on their conscience more often than not.
Chance was born to the richest family in Robloxia, who happened to own a cruise ship that housed their very own family casino which Chance was pretty sure they were conceived in. But, their folks were getting old and soon it would be high time for Chance to take the wheel, so to speak, over the business so that their parents could live out their retirement with a bottle of red wine in one hand at all times. It wasn't that Chance couldn't, they were an incredibly capable businessman (business-person? Ugh…) but they had gotten themselves into some trouble that they wanted to clear up before taking the company. Just to ensure that their parents retirement fantasies of doing absolutely nothing apart from drinking and gambling could be fulfilled.
The thorn in their side came in the shape of an underwater mafia. Don Sonnelino (or sometimes Mafioso, as he wouldn't give his name out to anyone unimportant) controlled his fair share of the crime underworld and managed to get Chance caught in the current.
Chance was no stranger to the otherworldly beings that roamed the waters. But after staying with that siren, the one with the long hair, for far too long their parents wanted Chance to stay out of trouble and show a sense of responsibility. As such, they definitely could not know about Chance's ties with Mafioso and his 'goons'.
Chance had taken out a small loan of maybe a few hundred thousand robux to go gambling with, and unfortunately never got around to paying it back. They completely forgot that loans had interest and, 2 years later, that amount had more than quintupled into a number they couldn't fathom.
Chance had tried explaining that they may or may not have been brainwashed by a mermaid with an ice crown and hadn't been in a good head space during that time but the mob boss had simply laughed at them, sparing any sympathy before requesting them to pay up.
Mafioso was, quite literally, a loan shark. A beast that hunted the waters, took advantage of lowly human folk such as Chance and ordered his crew of fish hybrids around to kill who they pleased. Two years of being chased down for a debt no one could realistically pay off made for surprisingly good company! Chance knew all of the sharks on a first name basis and would come to enjoy the time they spent together.
But, there were times that Chance needed to themselves. When the blinking lights of the slot machines got too much and the numbers on cards started to blur into one, they had to get away from it all somehow. Their only escape was an old, rickety wooden fishing boat they had owned since they were young. Their father had taken them and their brother fishing as a pastime, since children weren't really supposed to be gambling, but after their brother left the life onboard behind, the boat belonged to Chance alone. Can't hunt a deer underwater, or whatever it was that Lance said before he left, Chance had been more drunk that night than they liked to admit.
They had spent the entire morning fishing, and now in the early hours of the afternoon the sun was at its peak and Chance was laying down enjoying the warmth and calming silence of the ocean. Nothing to worry about other than the overwhelming responsibilities waiting for them back at home on the cruise ship…
The boat rocked, one rough movement sending them sideways. Chance sat up with a jolt, looking around wildly to see if they floated into a rock or debris but… Nothing. The sea was empty apart from a splash of water and the flick of a tail.
Their eyebrows furrowed, as they leaned over one side, grasping the wooden edge as they curiously peeked into the blue water, only to find their reflection staring right back at them. Hat askew and shades splattered with water, Chance took the moment to adjust their appearance until the boat rocked once more. Steadying themself before they get caught off guard and thrown off, Chance leaned over the other side and was met with four familiar faces.
The made men of the Sonnelino mafia were a more common sight than the mob boss himself. Why would the Don chase after debtors? That certainly wasn't in his job description. The loan shark got to sit back and enjoy the luxury delights of his wealth while his four most trusted men did his work for him. Ever loyal, almost to a fault.
Not that Chance would ever doubt them. Once he had watched the four of them take down a ship in the middle of a storm while Mafioso laughed on the sidelines. Chance was spared that night on the basis that he stilled owed Mafioso money, and was left clinging to a piece of wood in the middle of the ocean as their siren friend swam off without them. Chance thought it would've been a bit more romantic, kind of like that one film… How did it end again? Oh well, no point dwelling on the past when you've got four angry half-sharks glaring at you.
"Good afternoon boys!" Chance sung, cocky grin on their face as usual because they would rather attempt to talk themselves out of this instead of running off , which, they know at this point rarely worked. "Something I can help ya with?"
"We were passin' by and happened to notice you were takin' a nap up here." The Consigliere rumbled. "Don't suppose you noticed you floated into our side of the ocean?"
"Pshhhhh" Chance tsked playfully, although a bead of sweat dripped down their temple. "No one owns the sea, y'know? 'Sides, I ain't hurting anyone, just passin' by and takin' in the sun."
The smallest and youngest of the four, Contractee, swam up to the edge of the boat, his tail kicking behind him. Peeking over the edge, his eyes thinned into pinpricks as he spotted the cooler of fish that Chance had caught, and quickly lunged to get on board. Caporegime darted out with a growl, his ear fins spread out in exasperation as he caught the younger one by the arm and dragged him back into the water, scowling.
"Contractee, focus! We're not here t-"
"But the boss didn't give us any lunch earlier!"
"That's only 'cause you fucked up our mission" Soldier grumbled.
Chance steadied themselves as the boat stilled while the four goons bickered amongst themselves. He retrieved the biggest fish from the cooler, still fresh, and held it up.
"Don't tell me you guys paid me a visit just to steal my lunch, eh?"
The four men stilled, muscles coiled like they were ready to snap and lunge at Chance in a split second.
"Alright, I don't mind sharing." Chance tossed the singular fish in their direction and watched with a smirk as they fought over it. The moment the fish hit the water, all of them dove forwards, scrambling, scratching and biting at each other, spraying sea water everywhere until Soldier came out on top, swallowing the fish in one gulp. His tail wagged behind him as he grinned.
"Mister Chance, I-I'm starving over here!" Contractee was back at the edge of the boat, followed by the two older men who were yet to eat.
"Awww" Chance cooed at the contract killer, noticeably relaxing slightly. As scary as he could be, given that Contractee was younger than Chance by at least 20 years it was hard to not talk down to him as though he were a kid sometimes.
"Seems to be your lucky day! I've got plenty to spare, would be greedy of me to keep 'em all to myself"
Chance dropped a few fish in the water which Contractee gladly took in his mouth, and threw a few more over to the Caporegime and Consigliere who, reluctantly, took the bait.
"Now then, am I free to pass by since I paid up?"
"Nahhh" Caporegime responded, his tongue swiping at the blood remains on his sharp teeth. "Boss wants ya."
Chance gulped, and fumbled for the oars of the boat to hopefully make some sort of escape. Considering they sacrificed a motor engine for the sake of 'aesthetics' and 'authenticity', they weren't going to get far.
The entire vessel lurched to one side as Soldier, the largest of the men, hauled his entire weight onto one end of the ship, muscles rippling under his scales. In one arm, he held a crossbow, aimed and ready.
"Wh-Wha?! How did you even get that thing? I don't think one of those would work underwater." Chance spluttered.
"Stop asking questions." He grunted in in thick accent. "Cooperate and we'll spare ya… Dunno 'bout the boss though."
Chance grumbled and lay back as the three other goons pushed the boat in a different direction, presumably towards the Don who Chance really wasn't in the mood to meet today.
Neither of the hybrids seemed tired after lugging an entire boat behind them, and eventually they arrived at a small cluster of mossy rocks and some land. No Mafioso in sight just yet, but Chance knew that Don liked to stake his claim over anything he could and would certainly make an appearance soon.
"Get up" Soldier stated, gesturing with the weapon in his hands for Chance to move.
They stood up, legs a little shaky and stepped off the wooden boat, seating themselves on a dry patch of moss-covered rock. Looking around, the small piece of sand that they had essentially parked at was a sort of rock pool, with a few crabs poking around the clear water.
Satisfied, the soldier slunk off the boat and slipped back into the water to re-group with his comrades who were arguing once more.
"So let's drag 'em down to the boss ourselves instead of waitin' for him to come up here! It would be, like, cool or somethin-"
"You dipshit, Chance can't breathe underwater 'cause they don't have gills like us! Is your brain purely decorative?" Consigliere slammed his fist into the younger ones skull, who sniffled in response.
"Boys"
Everyone, Chance included, stiffened up as Mafioso's voice boomed over the water.
"Behave yourself while we have guests please."
The "Yes boss!" went ignored as Mafioso swam up to the rock pool to size Chance up. His gaze shifted to the boat, flitting across the fishing gear.
"You better not have been feeding my men. They're like stray cats, feed 'em once and they'll come back to ya each night lookin' for dinner."
Chance gave him an uneasy laugh. "C'mon Don, they said you'd been starvin' 'em. Look at Connie! I can't say no to a face like that."
Contractee was sulking with the lower half of his face submerged in the water as the older sharks berated him. Typical.
Mafioso rolled his eyes, and nudged the wooden boat with one firm flick of his tail.
"Boys"
The crew ceased their arguing to face their boss.
"Take the boat and go for a joyride, there's still some food leftover… I want some private time with Chance here."
All four of them scrambled for the boat, almost tipping it over as they managed to lug their large tails on board. Contractee had his claws in the fish cooler box while Soldier and Caporegime took the oars, and Consigliere was going through Chance's gear for anything he took a liking to and wanted to keep for himself. No wonder things always went missing after an encounter with them.
In a matter of minutes, the sounds of arguing faded out into the distance as the boat disappeared on the horizon line.
"Chance" The Don himself swam up to the edge of the rock where Chance was sitting. "A pleasure to meet you again, I do apologize for my men's rather… Rough greeting."
"'S alright" Chance adjusted their tie nervously, "Y'here to get me to pay up? Dunno if I can make my payment this month, life hasn't been treating me so well."
"Oh what, daddy's credit card ran out of money again? Don't pretend like you're broke."
The loan shark lifted himself out of the water, taking a seat next to Chance on the rock as they laughed. His crescent shaped tail swung casually side to side, bearing another nick that had started to scar over.
"What happened to your tail, buddy?"
Mafioso huffed, "Pirates. One of 'em had a crossbow… Nothin' I can't handle though. Managed to get what I was owed in the end."
Ooooh, so that's where they got the crossbow…
"Don… Ya haven't bought me here just to nag me about my debt right? You know I can't pay up, I-I swear it must be in the billions by now…"
"Mmmm" A deep contemplative sound rumbled in the Mafioso's throat "And that interest is only growing… Would be good if we could just, hmm… Void it all somehow."
The Don's pupils were round, glossy with admiration. A clawed hand came to rest on one Chance's, clutching the skin carefully as to not scratch them.
"I don't need the money, Chance… I just want ya by my side from now on."
"I know Don, really, I understand, but, I don't think my parents want a mafia of sharks associated with the company!"
"It ain't about your parents casino." Mafioso growled as he pushed Chance down against the rocks, his lips smothering their cheek in firm kisses. "It ain't about the money, for once… I wanna spend the rest of my days together, even the boys like hanging out with ya."
Mafioso pressed a kiss against their lips.
"Besides, it's a nice cruise ship isn't it? I'm sure they would love to spend some of their free time on there."
"Ehhh… I dunno how far they'll get without any legs."
"There's a pool on the bottom deck right? I'm sure they'll behave at the promise of bar service."
By this point, Mafioso's had rolled himself on top of Chance, completely smothering him with his heavy tail and muscular build. His lower half was similar to that of an orca, his tail was predominantly a dark color but with splotches of dark yellow that matched his tan skin. The fins at the end had a slight curve and bore many scratches, scars and cuts from fighting off God-knows what in his years of being a mafia boss. But Chance knew all too well that the entire thing was made of muscle, and Don could overpower anyone if he pleased.
That included Chance, who was writhing under the weight of the stronger man, who was clawing at their dress shirt with his talons.
"Don't tear it please… My 'ma spent way more than she shoulda' on these and I don't wanna ruin another one."
Mafioso grunted, his oversized claws fumbling with the buttons of the dress shirt until Chance took over and slipped the white fabric off with a quiet chuckle. They followed through with their lower half, unbuckling their belt which was discarded to the side along with their black pants.
Mafioso panted, his leathery tongue hanging out of his mouth as his claws scratched against Chance's pale thighs, starting to rip away their boxers.
"Aw, miss me that much Donny?"
"Ya don't even know how much."
Once the gray fabric was torn away, Mafioso situated himself so that his lower half was settled in the water of the rock pool, while his chest was pressed against Chance who was only ankle deep in the water, laid down on the moss. Their skin was starting to prick with goosebumps, although the wind was not all that cold.
Claws scraped down their sides until they met with Chance's pelvis. Mafioso leaned forward, sniffing and lapping at the skin on their flat tummy in an attempt to scent them, before sliding further down.
Chance tensed up as their soft cock slipped into Mafioso's mouth entirely, but after a few teasing licks, they relaxed and let the loan shark do as he pleased.
His throat convulsed around their shaft with each movement, hands gripping Chance's hips so tight it would surely leave marks if he wasn't trying so hard not to let his claws scratch at the skin.
Mafioso's control slipped fast, taking deep mouthfuls of Chance's cock eagerly and working his tongue along their shaft with no shame. It was messy, a mix of spurts of cum and globs of saliva pooling at their base while the Don went down on his lover with the desperation of a mutt in heat. It really had been far too long since they had spent time like this, just the two of them appreciating each others company. Had Chance been avoiding him?
Chance was still laying against the edge of the rock pool, moaning carelessly as their back arched off the stone. Mafioso always knew exactly how to make them scream, and which part to tease with just the right amount of pressure, it was almost embarrassing how well he knew their body.
Chance trembled, their toes curling while they bit down on their hand to try and muffle their own screams of ecstasy.
Mafioso swallowed deeply as he felt Chance cum in his throat once more, making sure to clean up their spent cock thoroughly with their tongue.
"Careful with the teeth…" Chance muttered, one hand rubbing against Mafioso's snout in an attempt to soothe him. They suddenly jolted as a sharp pain stung near the base of their cock and Mafioso pulled off immediately with an animalistic whine.
"Didn't mean to" He grunted, tail lashing behind him. "You squirm too much."
Chance flinched as a fresh spray of seawater splashed over them from the sharks agitated movements, his chest rising and falling with slight nerves as he studied Chance carefully.
"Aw it's alright, I know a big guy like you means no harm."
Once more, Chance pet Mafioso on the nose, which must have been sensitive since it was twitching so much. The gills on his neck opened and closed in a way that Chance knew Don was trying to calm himself down and control his breathing, but the scent of fresh blood was probably making his brain fuzzy.
They brushed their hand against his cheek, slowly trailing it down his face until it rested below his chin, and lightly scratched. Mafioso almost whimpered, but the sound was lost in his throat as he tried to cover it up with an affectionate rumble.
"Stop that." He grunted, nuzzling into Chance's hand. "Makes me feel funny"
"Bet it feels good huh? Ya purrin' for me just like a kitty."
Mafioso grumbled and playfully nipped Chance's hand with his sharp teeth.
They both rested together for a moment, the Don's tail sometimes giving an involuntary twitch in the cool water as they both bathed under the sun which soon started to dip into the horizon.
"I need to get goin'… But uh, I think I'm gonna need the boat back. Not sure I can swim that far." Chance said.
Mafioso gave him a lazy smile as he bought his claws to his mouth and whistled, sharp and high pitched. In a moment, the silhouette of the four underlings and the stolen wooden boat came into view.
"Will I be seeing you again any time soon, Chance?" Mafioso asked with a toothy smirk.
"I'm sure next time I need gambling money I'll come running" Chance said, sliding his shirt back on. "Unless you want your men to kidnap me again."
"Don't tempt me ♡"