Marco seduced Carlito into becoming a merman. It seemed unfair to Carlito that he had to grow fins just to get a piece of tail in the after-life. During his last incarnation, Carlito nearly drowned in several manipulative relationships when his partners, rebellious men with cock-strong natures, led him down paths that he would later regret taking. Marco seemed different. He couldn’t talk, and with the exception of his telepathic abilities, remained silent most of the time. He asked for nothing and insisted on very little—just to hold Carlito on the warm tropical waters of the dead sea—showering him with kisses and making him feel forever loved. But with his eyes, Marco could persuade the most cautious of angels to shed their wings and he did just that to Carlito who never could get enough of his smooth, silky touch.
Former lovers from past lives took advantage of Carltio’s soft-spoken, passive nature and conned him into doing things that he typically would not do on his own—shoplifting, drugs, and thefts were all a part of a life of strong attachments that Carlito had assumed he had left behind. He had spent many years in prisons. In heaven, there are no such places, for there are no rules, yet Carlito wanted to believe he had changed for the good. He had done just that and lived a pure, simple life as a tailor in heaven, until Marco stirred the waters of Carlito’s old addictions.
Carlito had an insatiable longing for the James Dean, Rebel Without a Cause type. That’s what he fished for in life—fearless men who stop at nothing to get what they want. Why should heaven be any different? Tastes in men never change. The nature of a soul is rarely altered, despite the body that it is in. Even as a merman living in a world of endless possibilities, Carlito could not resist the urge to go back into the water and spawn with danger and throw caution to the wind again with a bad boy at his side.
Sex was not supposed to happen in heaven, at least that’s what Carlito believed when he first arrived in purgatory and took up a trade of mending and sewing. Then he saw Marco swimming in the sea. Marco with his golden skin and black, curly hair seduced the shy tailor like a worm on a hook.Why? Why again had he fallen for the simple kiss of a man with a dangerous edge and adorable dimples?
Carlito jumped in the yellow sea, thinking it was his end. At the time, the plunge was an opportunity to make love with a handsome man again. The urge for affection was worth giving away eternal life for. There was no better way to end the cycles of eternity, Carlito believed. The dive into the stagnant sea waters was supposed to be an end to everything. Everyone else in purgatory who dives into the great sea vanishes—never to be heard from again. Going out with a big bang was Carlito’s plan. I want that mermaid to kiss me, was his last thought as he committed what he believed was suicide. Who would have known that Carlito was really a merman too?
Everyone in heaven told him to stay out of the ocean “or else”. That’s how the Mermen met and how they fell in love. Carlito’s most secretive wishes were fulfilled when he entered the waters. The currents made him a woman, a very beautiful woman. To Marco, a bisexual creature by nature, it didn’t matter. But for Carlito, the change to fins was something he had only ever dreamed of.There are no guarantees for men who swim into the passageway at the bottom of the oceans to go back in time and relive past lives.
Returning to the paradise of purgatory is not a guarantee when mermaids enter the realm at the bottom of the ocean. There have been many mermaids who have entered the whirlpool of bliss at the base of the Holovakia trench never to be heard or seen swimming again. Carlito had no choice when Marco dragged him there. He was helplessly in love again. The danger was irresistible. And again, he had fallen helplessly in love. When they first met in the waters off the coast of Oceana, Carlito begged Marco to become like a man again and leave the waters of yesterday to live with him in his little stone house on a cliff in paradise. Marco was deaf and preferred the tranquility of the sea. Getting back the gift of hearing is not as sweet as it may sound. The noise of the afterlife frightened Marco. He stayed in the ocean, refusing to walk upon the sands of eternity, despite his love for the land dweller. “We can be lovers there, and raise a family,” Carlito begged.
Marco just splashed his two large tails and smiled at his lover as if to say, our lives have just begun, sweetheart.There was something left undone in Marco’s past and until it was resolved, his lover would never truly belong to him. Where would he be for all of eternity without the man he loves with all his soul next to him in his bed? Such gorgeous eyes and strong arms! Carlito had no choice to but take the risk and return with Marco to his past. He followed him into the Holovika trench blindly, just as he had so many other times when following the paths of the men in his life.Carlito put up a sign that read “closed” on the door of his tailor shop and swam away with his lover not knowing what was on the other side. They went back looking for answers surrounding the death of Marco’s mother Maria. Neither knew that they would have to re-live the tragedy, the death, the suicide of Marco’s mother who shot herself in the head while she was still nursing baby Marco.When they emerged into the past, Marco could not be seen but his presence was felt. Carlito was alone sitting in a tiny room on a rocking chair. She was pregnant. Marco was swimming in her belly. Carlito had become Marco’s mother on their return to the past…