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Emeralds in the Scarlet Tide	By : BunnyRiot Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 1606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or it's characters. And I make no profit from the writing of the fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: The Parting of Ways
- 2-The King of Pirate's Cage
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A/N: and we're back! with chapter one. finally. um, not much to say, sorry if it's a little long. I type this on WordPad, and it totally doesn't format in pages. Just a long continuous thing. But anywho.

Chapter Warnings: sexual molestation, whoo! and anal fingering. oh! and unbeta'd, I haven't found someone to beta for me yet. Still looking! if anyone's interested.

Chapter One: The King of Pirate's Cage

    "Get up, ye lazy swabs!"

   Cold water sloshing over his back was enough to jolt Lovino awake, head pounding the moment he opened his eyes. With a groan, he rolled over, only to be given another jolted fright when he was suddenly falling. And just as suddenly slamming against a hard wooden floor. There was some foreign laughter as he groaned and tried to push himself up, but his head was splitting open, he didn't really hear it. He did gasp though, when someone was yanking him up by the back of his shirt.

   "You there, lad. Up and at 'um, the sun's already up."

   Before he could even respond, Lovino was shoved forward, and it took him a moment to notice he was being made to follow a couple other boys his own age, each as dazed and confused looking as he was. What was this?

   The last thing Lovino could remember, was that he was in Venice, and that he'd just sold Catania to a wealthy trader who was passing through. Venice was far from the palace, on barely the outskirts of Italia itself. It seemed like the perfect place to settle down. Plus it was a harbor, so he figured he'd try finding a job with the fisherman. He could fish.

   Then there was the tavern he'd gotten a room at, to sleep away how exhausted the traveling had made him. He remembered eating a meager meal, and that the tavern was sporting some mighty loud sailors, loud and very drunk. He went up to bed....and that was it, that's the last thing he remembered. So where on earth was he now-

   "Ah-" Lovino clenched his eyes shut, stumbling out into glaring sunlight and much fuss. As his eyes adjusted to the stunning light, his heart dropped into his stomach.

   Oh no. Every which way he looked, there were sailors hustling about. Climbing the rigging, shouting and relaying orders, manning ropes, carrying things about. And beyond the controlled chaos, water. For miles, nothing but glimmering blue, not a speck of land in sight.

   "Oh no," he breathed with dread.

   "I think that's putting it lightly," hazel eyes broke away from the sea, startled when the boy in front of him spoke as well. Violet eyes glanced back to him from under sandy blond hair, offering a smile that was more than obviously forced.

   "But how-"

   "Keep walking, to the mast!" He was shoved from behind, which pushed the blond forward as well. With his head still splitting open, being shoved so much was snapping against Lovino's nerves. He glared back at the sailor doing the shoving, but only got a laugh in return. In front of him, the blond spoke again.

   "I do believe we've been crimped."

   Lovino looked to him again, brow furrowed, not understanding. "Crimped?"

   "'Hoy lads!" All further words were stopped, three new pairs of eyes looking up when a rather loud voice made itself clear. Standing upon the deck above was the whitest sailor Lovino had ever seen. Not..that he'd seen many. But you'd think all sailors would be tanned from the sun, but the man who stood above them looked more to have been bleached from it, right down to the white of his hair. Odd for one who looked so young. And red eyes grinned down at them as well, the three teens all looking up with dread in their faces.

   Gilbert wanted to laugh at how they all looked about ready to shit their pants, but instead held out his hands in a mocking gesture of welcome. "You lot are now standing on board of the Escarlata Marea, finest vessel to ever sail the seas!"

   "What?" the blond next to Lovino gasped softly, making hazel eyes glance sharply to him. What? But the bleached man spoke again.

   "I'm the First Mate here, you may call me Master Gilbert." The sailors around them laughed, it made Lovi's skin prickle in a bad way. "You lot have been commendeered for service, consider it an honor. Now, you do have a choice here." Gilbert began walking slowly to the steps that led down to the main deck, hands clasping behind his back as he stood up straight and proper, though it looked unusual for him to do so, and the sailors around them only laughed more. "You can choose to join ranks, sail for the good of the Escarlata Marea, pillage and plunder, and follow the most revered Captain on the seven seas. Or!" He stopped and motioned off port, grinning even more. "Feel free to swim back to where we found you, the harbors of Venice lie in that direction. Your choice, but choose quickly, there is work to be done." Again the sweaty men about them erupted into laughter. Lovino's heart practically stopped.

Pirates.

   "What say you?" Gilbert pointed to the first boy, a brunet who looked about ready to vomit. But the lad nodded and the sailors cheered, the one who had shuffled them out on deck pulling him back and pushing him towards the sailors who manned the rigging. Boy looked nimble enough for the job.

   "And you?" he moved onto the next, little blond. For a second, the boy looked at war with himself. But he lowered his gaze and nodded slowly. "To the galley," Gilbert said when the other sailor looked uncertain of where to put him. And finally, he looked to the last one standing, grin widening just a bit. "And you?"

   Whatever he had expected, it was most certainly not the way the auburn-haired teen bit out a loud and resolute, "no." The grins paused on the sailors faces, the other two teen boys looking horrified. But Lovino just stared hard into the first mate's red eyes. And for a moment, Gilbert was shocked.

   "No?" he countered, moving to step down onto the main deck, where the boy was. "Are you sure?"

   "Do I look unsure? My answer is no, I will not become a filthy pirate like you," Lovino's heart was hammering hard in his chest, a combination of anger, and of being so very terrified. However, not an ounce of fear shone on his face. Simply defiance.

   Gilbert laughed lightly then, "if you're so sure about that, I'd get to swimming if I were you." He gestured to the side, there some pirates moved apart to make a path. However, Lovino simply stood his ground.

   "I will do no such thing."

   Gilbert paused then, stepping up closer with an amused expression. "I'm afraid, lad, that wasn't an option. It's sail or swim. If you're not joining us, you're going overboard. Do you need a push?"

   "Completely unnecessary, you're going to turn this ship around and take me back." Laughter erupted heartier than ever, Gilbert adding to it.

   "A mouthy one we got here," he called to the rest of the crew, and it made Lovino glower.

   "I'm serious!" Lovino bit out again, for the first time ever wishing he had his crown on. Honestly, these impudent sea rats!

   "Kid," Gilbert put a hand on the boy's shoulder, which was quickly slapped away, Lovino ducking away from how close the pirate had gotten. Gil's grin couldn't get any wider, turning around to follow the boy. "Right, sorry, your majesty," he mocked, faking a bow.

   "I will not tolerate this sort of treatment. You are to take me back immediately," he practically yelled, face red at being mocked. But Gilbert was tiring of this.

   "Well, would you like to speak to our filthy pirate captain?" he tried mimicking the teen's voice, the crew around them were laughing so hard it was no wonder Lovino heard nothing else. "I'm sure he'd love help you get home."

   "Yes, actually I would like to speak to your filthy pirate captain."

   "Guilty as charged."

   Lovino's heart jumped up into his throat, feeling the words spoken at the back of his head. He jerked about with a step back, eyes immediately locked.

   They were like emeralds, glittering under the bright sun and framed in kohl lined lids. Their gaze was very sharp, and Lovino felt his breath catch as they bore into his own hazel eyes. It felt like they were stripping him bare, looking far past his anger and faux bravery to the fear that was coursing through him. And beneath them, a small smile played on his lips.

   "...And who is it we have here?" the man was obviously the captain, every sailor stopped laughing immediately and looked very respectful of his presence. Lovino couldn't stop staring at him, much less say anything. Or move, even when the man leaned off of the frame of the door he hadn't even noticed was there, stepping up closer and looking down at the teen.

   "I'm afraid this lad is refusing the generous offer of joining your crew, Captain. But his feet can't seem to find the plank either," Gilbert responded.

   "Really," he looked a bit amused, the way the corners of his lips twitched. "And where on earth did you find him, Gilbert? He certainly isn't the normal type you pick up." The Captain's voice seemed to roll off his tongue smoothly, with a lovely accent Lovino felt he'd heard somewhere before. But it certainly wasn't Italian. And those eyes were still bearing into him.

   "Venice, Antonio, as we passed by yesterday, got a few in fact."

   "You're Venetian," this time Antonio spoke directly to the teen staring at him so. It was rather funny to see. He'd been biting back at Gilbert with such venom a moment ago, now he seemed to be gawking. "Do all Venetians have as much fire as you do?"

   Lovino swallowed thickly, feeling so oddly weak in the knees, but he tried to snap himself out of it. "I'd like to go home, sir," he managed to say, no where near as hard as he'd been speaking before.

   "As I'm sure you would, but Venice is quite a ways away by now and I'm afraid there is no turning back."

   Just hearing those words suddenly made that anger spike up in him again, and Antonio watched in utter fascination at how the teen went from dazed to an absolute cobra in seconds flat. "I demand you send me home!"

   The Captain's smile widened into a smirk, clearly enjoying this. "How about you work for me for a little while, Venetian. And the next time we sail by your home, I promise we'll let you off. Hm?"

   Despite how he glowered, Lovino bit his tongue to control it, "and how long is a little while?"

   "Well, that entirely depends," Antonio chuckled lightly in return. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" He took a step back, grinning as he went. "Gilbert, give the poor thing some water, he looks parched. Then set him up cleaning, I think he can manage that. And he can start with my quarters."

   "Yes, Captain," Gilbert stepped forward quickly, a hand clamping over Lovino's mouth just as he was about rebuttle, and kept him still as Antonio gave a slight wave, disappearing throught the set of doors once again.

   "Alright men," Gilbert turned to the crew, tugging the angry, upset teen away from the doors that led to the Captain's office. "No time for lolly-gagging, back to stations-ah!" Gilbert shoved the teen away from himself, shaking his hand that had been rather viciously bit. "Cuba!"

   The large, dark colored pirate that had drug them up from the bowels of the ship stepped forward with an "aye, sir." Hand clamping down on Lovino's shoulder before he could go anywhere.

   "Take him and the other down to the galley for a cup, then have him in the Captain's quarters, cleaning, handsomly now," Gilbert huffed as he turned away, flexing his now sore hand. "And quartermaster, remind me next time we port to find a muzzle for him."

   "Aye, you lad, come along," the blond was trembling but followed as the colored man practically drug Lovino down, out of the sunlight.

   "Tino."

   Lovino looked up from his cup, to the blond boy next to him. The third was still on deck, apparently he'd been immediately put to work. He smiled just a little bit, getting one in return. "Mm, Romano," he said lightly, choosing to not say his real name.

   "Romano," Tino repeated lightly, sipping from his tin cup. "You...were certainly a lot braver than I."

   "S'not bravery," Lovino shook his head, scoffing very gently. "Hard...headed stupidity, and pride, but certainly not bravery."

   "Hn," Tino smiled a bit more, violet eyes observing him. "Well, it looked brave to me." Though he was smiling, Tino's lip was trembling gently, making it very easy to see just how frightened he was. His round face and the way he seemed to be valaintly holding back tears strangely reminded Lovino of his brother. The tin cup he held was shifted to another hand, and Lovino carefully put his arm about Tino's shoulders.

   "We'll stick together," he murmured when the boy looked at him so questioningly. "We'll get off this ship," he said even softer. Tino looked as though he very much wanted to believe Lovino's words, bit his lip and nodded, brows furrowing. And Lovino tried to give him a reassuring smile. It was, however, short lived.

   Cuba grunted lightly as he dropped a basket into Lovino's lap, "you come with me. You...stay here."

   Lovi looked down at the basket, seeing...cleaning supplies. Grand. He gave Tino another small smile as he stood, handing down his cup. "I'll see you later," he promised softly, to which Tino nodded. But he had to follow this man.

   He wasn't entirely sure what cleaning meant, but if it was the captain's quarters perhaps he could have a chance on keeping an eye on where they were sailing. Because, honestly, if it were anywhere in Italia, or close, he'd jump ship immediately. With Tino, all they had to do was get off board and they could be gone. Never have to sea pirates again. Lovino could even take him back to Venice, was his original goal after all.

   "This way," his brow perked when Cuba headed for the same double doors that captain had disappeared behind before. He looked around at the other sailors work. Despite how wretched they all seemed, they way they moved about with their work was like a well-oiled machine. And that Master Gilbert from before was the one directing the work flow, he seemed to be good at his job. He'd have to remember to watch out for him in forming his escape plan.

   "Head out of the clouds, lad."

   "Ah-!" Back of his head smarting, Lovino glared up at the dark pirate who rolled his eyes and smirked, gesturing again through the door, which he'd opened before but the Venetian had simply not been paying attention.

   "Honestly kid, you've never been on a ship in your life, have you?" Cuba shut the door again behind them, Lovino stopping dead in his tracks as he looked around. "Alright, you're to polish the silver and gold, clean the shelves, the desk, the floor and the windows. Dust everywhere and clean the sheets. And if I were you," Cuba put a hand on the teen's shoulder, making his jump. "I'd not try touching the locked wardrobe, or trying to sneak anything small into your sleeves and pockets." He laughed and the pat him heavily on the back, turning to leave the way he'd come. "The last person who tried, well, heh, you're his replacement."

   Lovino gulped, holding his basket tighter as his eyes scanned the surprisingly large room, for which the Captain was no longer there. Cuba was laughing as he left and shut the door tightly again, and Lovi knew why. Aside from being much bigger than he was expected, the Captain's quarters was positively packed to the brim. Book shelves lined nearly all the walls, strange shelves that sported glass and wooden panels that kept the massive amount of books and tomes and scrolls from simply falling off. Though there were so many, so tightly packed, Lovino doubted it they could be moved at all. There was a small desk in one corner, very elaborately carved little thing, the surface covered by a map of all the world. Golden instruments Lovino had never seen before sat upon the desk as well, and they shined like true and real gold. Turning, he found a large chest, silver key stuck in the lock, next to it was the wardrobe Cuba had mentioned and yet another richly carved chair. But what took up nearly half of the room was the bed. Though it struck him strange that there'd be a bed. Near it hung a hammock, so why would he need a bed? Especially one covered in such lush blankets, all dyed a very vibrant shade of crimson, gold stitching embroidering the edges. The bed even had a canopy, like his own had had at home. And Lovino found himself stepping over to it, basket sliding from his hands onto the blankets. Whatever free space there was left in the room was completely taken over by what he could only describe as treasures.

   And he was expected to clean it all. Lovino huffed a small sigh, but rummaged through his basket to see what he had. Was no point in just staring.

   "So we know for a fact that the merchant vessel will be crossing this path, and it will only take us a day or so to reach where they'll pass around the Seychelle Islands, if the wind favors us."

   "If we hide out in the harbor here," Gilbert pointed to a small area on the map, "with them coming this direction, they won't see us until we're along side them, already firing."

   "And we're positive they're carrying the cargo?" Antonio hummed, looking over the map as well.

   "A hundred percent, Captain, it's there. We get it and Braginski will pay out the ass to have it for himself," Gil grinned as he stood upright, taking a swig from a green colored bottle. Antonio smiled himself, settling back in his seat. "Helmsman! Set a course north/north-west."

   "Aye, Captain."

   "Mm, and have cook give out an extra cup of rum tonight, the stars are going to be beautiful," he directed that to Gilbert.

   "Will you be taking your dinner in your room, then?"

   "Mmmm, yes. I'm still trying to figure out that damn map we swiped from that crazy man in the Baltics," Antonio sat up, rolling the charts up together.

   "That impossible map?" Gilbert laughed. "Tony, I promise you, it's probably a map that leads to the old man's dead dog's grave or something. It's worthless."

   "Well, at the very least, it keeps my brain running."

   "Or breaking," Gilbert laughed, Antonio chuckling right along with him. "Well, it's just about dinner time, I'll inform the crew of the plan of attack."

   "Goodnight, my friend," Antonio stood, slipping his dagger back into his belt. Gilbert waved a response as he left the poop deck. With everything secure, the Captain stood, heading for the stairs down onto the maindeck. He tipped his hat to those he passed, bidding them a nice night, and sighed a bit as he moved into his own quarters.

   However, when he expected to be entering an empty room, he was rather surprised to find someone already in there. And it made a bit of a smirk form on his lips when he found it was that Venetian boy from that morning.

   "Still cleaning?" he said, a hint of humor in his voice when the teen nearly jumped out of his skin, jerking back from where we was wiping at the sole porthole window. "Wasn't aware it would take so long." Antonio moved more into the room, tipping his hat back off his head and hanging the thing near the door, coat following.

   Lovino's heart leapt up into his throat when the Captain suddenly appeared out of no where, and he swallowed thickly, trying not to bite his words out, despite how he grimaced. "This place looked as though it had never seen a wet cloth. And I'm not very good at helping it."

   "I can see that," Antonio hummed, wiping a still gloved finger through some dust on a nearby shelf.

   "Oh shut up, it's not like I've ever cleaned before," Lovino's flushed angrily, definitely not about to say that when he'd tried to clean the bookshelves, he'd somehow managed to knock nearly every book down. It's taken him forever just to get it all back up there and looking even half as organized as it did before. He stopped wiping at the grimy window and practically stomped back over to the bed. It made quite the little grin spread over Antonio's face, finding this little Venetian to be more than a little entertaining. And so distracting from his current problems.

   "Where are you going now?" he hummed, when he noticed the boy was leaving, basket in his arms. "Not finished already, are you?"

   "It's late, sir, so I shall leave you to retire," he didn't even turn as he spoke, wanting to just get out of there before he started staring at the guy again. But when he opened the door, it barely cracked an inch when a black-gloved hand suddenly pushed it shut again, giving him another start.

   "M'not retiring just yet, little Venetian. Please, don't let me interrupt your work," Antonio smirked at the back of dark, auburn hair, nose barely touching soft strands. He closed his eyes as he breathed in lightly, savoring the lovely scent that seemed to linger there.

   Lovino gulped again lightly, eyes locked on the hand that held the door shut, feeling hairs prickle and stand up on his neck when that smooth voice washed warmly over his skin. Very slowly, he turned around, pressing back against the door so he wasn't so very close to the man at his back. Hazel eyes hesitantly glanced up, finding an oddly pleased expression on the man's face.

   "You know, I don't think we've been quite properly introduced yet," he smirked down at the boy. But he took a step back to give a proper bow, the hair he had held back in a tie sliding over his shoulder. "Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, Captain." Lovino just kind of rolled his eyes, which Antonio didn't catch as he stood up straight again. "And you are?"

   "Unimpressed," Lovino slid away from the Captain, holding his basket as he moved back into the room. Since he wasn't allowed to leave, apparently. Antonio stood there for a second, once again rather struck with the fire this teen seemed to have in him. He didn't even seem remotely afraid of being punished from copping such a smart mouth to his Captain. Like authority didn't apply to him.

   "Disappointing," Antonio hummed, turning the lock on his door before subtly following the Venetian. Lovino put his basket back down, on the floor this time, and re-found his rag. After getting some of the polish onto the cloth, he moved to the book shelves again, since he'd stopped cleaning them half way through before. As he polished the carved wood, Antonio casually stepped up to the book shelves as well, opening a panel and perking a brow.

   "So I suppose I'll just be calling you Venetian, then," he pulled a book free, turning it right side up before putting it back. "Or I could make up a name for you." He nonchalantly shifted a little closer as he started fixing more of his books, which were all certainly not where he left them.

   "I'd rather you didn't, I shudder to think of what you'd choose," Lovino noticed how the dark-haired man kept getting closer, and he kept stepping the other direction to keep distance between them. He wasn't even paying attention to what he was cleaning. Antonio laughed, grin spreading out over his face at the teen's response. Honestly, with such an attitude, Tony was amazed that it wasn't just pissing him off. Anyone else talking back with such a tone would certainly not be tolerated. Was strange how he simply found it...endearing, coming from this one.

   It made the tight ball of tension in his tummy unclench a little, hearing the man laugh. But only a little, he was still giving him the worst sort of feelings, mixed with really weird tingles every time he spoke. It was that accent, one he knew he'd heard before, and seeing so many things in this room had him suspecting.

   Lovino swallowed with a tight throat, barely glancing to the side at the man. In a tone much different from the one he'd been using so far, he managed to ask, "you're....from Espane, aren't you?"

   Antonio had been mere seconds away from suggesting a name for the boy, when he spoke, which he hadn't been expecting. The Captain looked to his side, brows perking in surprised delight. "Impressive, Venetian. I wasn't aware Italians could distinguish an Espanian by appearance alone. Our countries rarely mix."

   "They can't, ....it just so happens I've been to Espane," he admitted softly, eyes on the panel he was polishing. "I recognized your accent, and the design of your furnature."

   That certainly had Antonio smiling, shifting up to the teen's side and leaning on the shelves next to him. "Now that is unexpected news, indeed. Venetian, it comes now as no surprise that you house so much fire. A flame undoubtedly lit when you tread Espanian soil. I think you're making me like you on purpose." But he hardly cared, leather covered fingers reaching up to caress silken hair as he leaned down over him.

   But Lovino slipped away quickly, walking to the other side of the room, starting to polish the first thing he met, which was one of the wooden bedposts. Antonio took it in stride, crossing his arms as he leaned against his shelves. Bright green eyes danced with amusement and just a hint of lust, sliding down over the teen's form. It made heat tingle and slide into his belly, just having him near his bed.

   "So, are you going to tell me or not?"

   "Tell you what?" Lovino didn't turn around, but he could feel those emerald eyes on him, watching him.

   "Your name, Venetian," Tony stood up straight very quietly stepping closer, head tilting as he watched him.

   Huffing a small sigh, Lovino bit his lip, his polishing pausing a bit. "......Romano," he said, finally, much to the delight of the man behind him.

   "Romano," Lovino shivered with the way the name was rolled around the Espanian's tongue, practically purred out. "I love it."

   He instinctively jumped when the last three words were murmured against his ear, having not even felt the man approach. But Antonio seemed to anticipate him jerking away. The breath was completely knocked from him when he was suddenly pushed hard against the bedpost, arms being jerked up. And before he could think, red satin ropes that hung with the canopy were tied very expertly about his wrists and the post, a hard body at his back keeping him pressed against it, even as he struggled against it.

   "Ah-ah-ah~" Antonio quickly stuffed a bit of the rope into Romano's mouth the second he opened it to yell, muffling the angry sound. "There's no need from yelling, it's not like I'm going to hurt you." The Espanian grinned at his attempts to snap back, and how he struggled still against the ropes. But the knot would not come undone so easily.

   "Shhh, Romano," he cooed against the back of a warm ear, his hands were slowly sliding down the Venetian's arms, to his sides and around to his tummy. And it made the body against his jerk a bit in protest, but the only place to jerk was even more against him. "Mm, I just want feel you is all. I promise, no dirty tricks."

   'Oh is that all?' Lovino thought bitterly to himself, but he couldn't help the flush that was rising in his cheeks, not entirely from anger, but the foreign hands that felt over his hips and trailed down his thighs, a knee moving to separate them.

   "You're so petit, Romano, but you're not without muscle," Antonio brought a hand up over the boy's shoulder, biting into a finger of his glove to tug the thing off, letting it drop. He felt Romano gasp when his hand slid up under his tunic, and Tony himself couldn't contain a small groan of want. "So soft~"

   He quickly shed his other hand of it's glove, so that both could coast up delightfully warm skin. Romano was a lot softer than he expected, though he could feel slender muscles gently spasming at his touch. The more he immersed himself in caressing his lovely skin, he found that Romano was struggling less against his ropes, eyes clenched shut, cheeks a healthy shade of pink. "See?" he grinned, fingers following the gentle, slender curve of the teen's hips to the hem of his pants. "Not hurting you at all. I'll take the rope out of your mouth if you promise to control that sharp tongue of yours."

   Lovino didn't answer, but the Espanian took it as a yes, and the now wet bit of rope was tugged free. "Untie me this instan-!"

   "Oh hush and enjoy it," Antonio murmured against a slender neck, laying little kisses down, warm and adoring. At the same time, a hand finally dipped under the britches the teen wore, smoothing down alarmingly close to his groin.

   Lovino's face flushed even hotter than before, eyes widening. "Wh-s-stop it! Don't touch me!"

   "Impossible," Antonio groaned back, for when Romano's hips tried to wiggle away, they only succeeded in grinding back against his own lap. And Lovino's heart skipped when he felt such a stiffness in the Captain's pants. It almost distracted him from the hot fingers curling about his embarrassingly responding member.

   "N-no, please-ah!" he gasped sharply when teeth nipped his neck none too gently, and he clenched his eyes shut again. This couldn't be happening. But the rumble of the Espanian's voice against his back was anything but his imagination.

   "Romano~" Antonio murred, nipping and suckling a slender, pretty neck. Lovino moaned without even meaning to as hot fingers massaged him in his pants. The sound sparked hot shivers in Antonio's gut, and a growling purr rose in this throat.

   This Venetian was much more erotic than he would have thought, especially when that pretty mouth was uttering such hot little sounds of pleasure instead of snapping like an angry snake. And it made Antonio grin against his neck, fingers rolling over sensitive skin. Unable to keep himself from stopping, craving more of those delightful moans Romano was keening for him, he paused in his massage to push the lad's britches down over his hips. Down over his slender thighs and out of the way, and the action seemed to startle the teen from his momentary haze of pleasure.

   "Wh-what?" Lovino's heart was hammering in his chest and throat, feeling helpless to the hot sensations that were racking his body. But when he bum felt cool air, that panic started to bubble again. "What're you doing?" he demanded almost weakly.

   Antonio hummed as he kissed the back of the boy's neck, shifting to the side a little. "Nothing you don't enjoy," he stood back a little to smirk at the view he got, brows perking. "Damn, kid." Lovino yelped softly when his bum was smacked, a sneaky hand squeezing his erection again. But as he moved to protest again, two fingers suddenly found themselves in his mouth, playing with his tongue.

   The Espanian hissed when he was bit, but he'd kind of been expecting it, and just smacked that lovely pert ass again to get him to let go.

   "Stop that!" Lovino demanded, but he gasped when he was roughly pulled up against the man's chest, the action putting a strain on his arms, wrists still tied to the bedpost.

   "What happened to those cute sounds you were making just a moment ago?"

   Lovino's stomach jerked when he felt those two wet fingers trailing teasingly over his bum, and his eyes widened as it dawned on him. "No-"

   Antonio kissed the boy's shoulder as he tugged his bum up, dipping his fingers down between the cleft of his cheeks. Again, Romano started to struggle, but Tony smirked and held tight. His forefinger found that tight ring of muscles first, practically groaning when he eased it in. Holy crap, the way the teen gasped so sharply, and that heat constricting around his finger. It made the excitement in Antonio's pants throb wantingly. "Romano <3"

   Lovino's mind was blanking, or breaking. His heart was practically exploding from his chest, a very strange and foreign finger entering his body, through his bum of all places! He could feel the pirate's husky breath against his ear, the hand that slid about his wilting member, trying to stroke life back into it. But he was too shocked to even know what to feel. It didn't take long for a second finger to join the first, the pressure so weird. He wanted to demand what he was doing, but words couldn't leave his mouth.

   He'd heard stories before, once, of older men raping young boys. This was how he always imagined it would work, is that what this Captain was going to do to him? So why the fingers?

   "Romano," the name startled him from his thoughts, though words still eluded him. Antonio seemed to notice. He felt his smile against his skin, "not being too rough, am I?" The boy seemed frozen.

   But Lovi couldn't answer, didn't even feel the tears gathering in his eyes. The two fingers in his body stroked leisurely in and out, spreading when they went in. But after a moment of that, they seemed to be searching for something, pressing deep and curling a bit, it kinda stung. It was when warm tears slipped over his cheeks that something different happened.

   The fingers curled in again after shifting around a bit, and it felt no different at first, but something happened that made a small gasp rise up in the teen's throat. And Antonio didn't miss it.

   "There we go," he rumbled, rubbing against the same spot. Lovino was shocked when little tingles slid through his hips, into his thighs and tummy. Wh-what on earth-?! "Ah-" His hips jerked away a bit, but couldn't go far, and Antonio didn't relent. The more he rubbed inside of him, the sharper, and hotter, those tingles got, until he was hardening up again in the man's palm.

   Antonio grinned softly when he managed to elicit a soft moan, auburn head falling lightly back against his shoulder. "So beautiful," he hummed, stroking with a bit more fervor. Slender hips moved, probably unconsciously, against his hand, so he jerked his fingers in harder. He hooked the boy's leg up with his own, hiking it up onto the bed as he pushed his upper body forward. Lovino rest his forehead against his hands, moaning pitifully. Antonio stroked his fingers into the teen's tight body, adoring the way he trembled and clenched when his sweet spot was massaged. The only leg he had supporting him trembled horribly as his body was assaulted but such pleasure.

   Because he was so new to it, Lovino was hardly surprised when a familiar pressure built in his loins, but he wanted to hold on to it. Never had he ever felt anything like this before, he couldn't think beyond wanting it all to last. But he was not so lucky.

   His balls tightened so unexpectedly, driven by the waves of heat racking his body. A soft cry tore out of his mouth, taking his breath with it as his nerves convulsed gently. Stronger than he'd ever felt it before, a wave of complete euphoria washed through his entire body, making Lovino stiffen and tremble, pulling against the ropes that held him up, eyes wide.

   Antonio was rather surprised when Romano suddenly trembled so differently from before, a beautiful cry echoing out in his room. In no time, the dick in his hand twitched with a hard spurt and hot cum was dripping down his fingers. Before he could say anything, and as he moved to scoop the boy up in his arms, Romano suddenly went rather lax. "Wha-" Antonio curled an arm about his waist, chuckling softly.

   He reached up to untie Romano's arms, lifting him up immediately so he didn't fall to the floor. Without any ado, he put the boy down on his bed, half naked on the crimson satin. It make Antonio smirk. He was unmoving, hazel eyes closed, little chest heaving up and down. He looked perfect in Tony's opinion, right there. And since he seemed to have left consciousness, he decided he'd just leave him there.

   "Thank you, Romano," he hummed in the quiet, leaning over his sleeping form to press a kiss to the boy's forehead. "Mm, you're quite a little treat."

   A very new, but somehow familiar scent was filling his head. And that was the first thought that came into Lovino's mind as it drug itself up from the unconcious depths of sleep. Whatever it was smelled nice though, and he just kind of rolled over a little. He was content enough to go back to sleep, feeling oddly tired, but an out of place rocking motion was kind of seeping into his realization. Why was he rocking?

   Hazel eyes cracked open, finding mostly darkness around him, but he pushed himself up anyway, feeling soft blankets beneath him. A porthole let in some faint moonlight, and when his eyes adjusted, his mind cleared some more.

   Oh, right, he was on a pirate ship. As soon as that realization hit him, so too did the last thing he remembered and Lovino jerked up off the bed, looking around. He was still in the Captain's room, and he was completely dressed. But there was no way that had been some weird dream. That man....did something to him, Lovino didn't even know what to call it!

   A gentle swinging caught his eye and Lovino turned to find the very man in the hammock, a leg hanging out over the edge, very much asleep. He slowly crept up a little closer, eyes adjusting even more to the dim, and found his sleeping face. It seemed so undeservingly peaceful, relaxed. Could almost deceive you into thinking he was a nice guy, he did have a nice face, after all. But looking down, he noticed the pirate's hand was curled about the pommel of a dagger, laying across his stomach. That kind of completely took away from the nice-ness image.

   Lovino gulped softly, and edged away, wanting out of that room as fast as he could. He found his way to the door in the dark and tried to tug it open, but it was locked, holy crap. Luckily, instead of a key, the door itself seemed to house the trigger for the lock, and he very carefully turned it, hearing it slide back with a click. Lovi glanced behind to make sure it hadn't woken the man, then just as carefully opened the door. Salty wind met his face the second he did, and he quickly slipped out, shutting it securely again behind him.

   Turning back around to look out over the deck, a relieved breath escaped him. He was finally away from that man. And as he wobbled down below deck, he swore to himself that he'd keep it that way.

   "Here," Tino smiled lightly as he handed over a stack of wooden plates to Lovino, who groaned but accepted them. The morning found him cleaning again, but this time, he was down in the galley with his newfound blond friend. He dropped the plates next to the bucket of water he was using, scrub brush in his hand. Eugh, his fingers were all pruney.

   "And here," TIno said a lot softer, glancing back before taking a piece of bread out of his sleeve. Lovino's eyes lit up at the sight of it, tummy grumbling with want. The meager rations he'd gotten for breakfast was hardly a meal. So when the blond held the bread out, he eagerly took it between his teeth. It made Tino giggle. "Don't swallow it all at once."

   Lovino smiled, wiping his hands off on the rag next to him. He tore a bite off the bread, Tino crouching down next to him and pulling out another small bit of bread for himself to nibble on. His own piece was gone in only a couple bites, sadly, but it held off the angry rumblings of his tummy for now. "Thanks, Tino."

   The blond nodded, watching Lovi take up a plate and start scrubbing. "I heard," he started, swallowing some bread, "that we have a heading. We're going to some tropical island. The cook was talking about getting fruits."

   A tropical island, huh? Lovi frowned as he rinsed the plate. That'd be no place to jump ship. Dammit, they'd have to wait longer for the ship to dock somewhere with civilization. But he nodded for the information, deep thought clear on his expression.

   "Tino? This bread isn't going to slice itself."

   The blond jumped, shoving the rest of the bread in his mouth as he stood up, "gotta go." He bid Lovino a 'see ya', and scampered back into the kitchen part of the galley.

   It took him a couple hours, but Lovino finished cleaning all the wooden dishes and pots and pans and utensils. Just in time for lunch, eugh. He brought them into the kitchen, setting them down for the cook.

   "Ah, thank you," the man, Eduard he'd said to call him, smiled pleasantly. For a pirate, he didn't seem all that bad, actually. "Here, for lunch we're having some shrimp they caught this morning." He began putting onto a plate a hunk of bread, with cheese and the shrimp he'd cooked and chopped up. Lovino thanked him for the plate, putting his bum onto a stool to eat. He watched Tino and the cook repeat what Eduard just did, and glanced to his own food with a small frown.

    "I have an idea," he said randomly, making both of the others look up with curious brows, not sure where that came from. But Lovino stood up and borrowed the bread cutting knife Tino was holding. He sliced his hunk of bread to make two thinner pieces, then sliced at his cheese too.

   "What are you doing," Eduard fixed the spectacles on his face, coming to stand over his shoulder when Lovino started putting the cheese and shrimp onto one of the pieces of bread. He glanced around a moment and spotted a bottle of dressing, which he snagged. "Hey!" Eduard protested, but he'd already dribbled some over the shrimp, then placed the other piece of bread on top.

   "There, now you don't have to have a plate," Lovino was actually kind of impressed with himself, picking up his new meal and taking a bite. "Mm," was actually kinda good.

   Tino looked amazed, but soon laughed lightly, "Romano, you're so smart."

   "Interesting," Eduard looked over the pile of lunch the teen was holding, taking it from him for a moment. "The bread really does hold it all together, doesn't it?" He took a bite as well, brows perking. "I like it."

   "We should make them all like that," Tino grinned, to which the cook actually nodded. "I agree, here." He set Lovino's lunch down, turning to find a bottle that had little green round things inside. Lovino perked his brows.

   "Olives?" he asked softly, having not seen any since he'd left home.

   "Yes," Eduard smiled, "I love them. And for you." He lifted the bread, putting a few olives into the shrimp. "Reward for a grand idea."

   Lovi was really grinning when he got his lunch back, sitting down to chow down onto it ravenously. And oh god the olives tasted so good~

   Tino and Eduard immediately set to making all the lunches that way, just without the olives. And as pirates started coming in for their lunch, they were getting this new creation back in return. At first they laughed, but soon all of them were praising such a smart idea, and praising the cooks.

   "Well, Romano, what do you call it?"

   "Hm?" Lovi looked up from the cheese he was now slicing, but simply shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno."

   "Morning, Captain," Gilbert laughed as he gave the black-haired man a good, firm pat on the back, rounding the charts table to sit down. Antonio just kind of grunted, looking over some documents he had in front of him. "The wind's favoring us today, we should be at the Seychelles Island by tomorrow morning."

   "That's good," the Captain hummed back.

   Gilbert looked over the charts, but looked up when there was a knock on the door before it opened. "Ah, Eduard, lunch already?"

   "Yes sir, Captain," he bowed to both men, carrying his tray in and setting it down. Since food was here, Antonio actually put the documents to the side, sitting up in his seat. But he perked a brow at what was on the tray.

   "Eduard," he cracked a smile, "what on earth is this?"

   "Ah, a phenomenon that is spreading around deck, sir, thought of in our own kitchen. The cheese, shrimp, olives, lettuce and dressing are held between these two pieces of bread. So all you have to do pick it up and bite in," Eduard explained as Gilbert did just that. A grin spread out over his face as he chewed and when he swallowed he gave a short laugh.

   "Amazing! What's it called?"

   "Well, the crew have been trying to name it for a little while now, right now they're calling it a 'sand-witch'. I'm...not entirely certain why."

   "How unique," Antonio smiled, picking up his own 'sand-witch'. He picked up an olive that had fallen out and popped it into his mouth before taking a bite. And he really had to agree with Gilbert. "Eduard, you're brilliant."

   "Oh no, sir, it wasn't me. One of the new cabin boys thought it up, the one called Romano, it was quite impressive," Eduard waved off the praise of himself.

   Antonio's brows perked immediately at the name, smile spreading out over his lips. "Did he now?" He looked at his sand-witch, smile melting into a smirk. "After lunch, Eduard, send Romano in here. I'd like to congratulate him on such a brilliant idea."

   "Of course sir," Eduard bowed again, before taking his leave.

   "Hey, Romano," Tino perked his head over a table, to the teen who sat on all fours on the floor, scrubbing. He stopped to look up, flexing his sore hands.

   "Yeah?"

   "Could you take this to Toris?" he handed down a hankie filled with something, corners tied together. "He's been getting awful blisters on his hands because of the ropes, tell him this will help."

   "Yeah," anything to get away from cleaning. Lovino stood up, wiping his hands on his pants to take the little bundle. He carted it away up onto the deck, squinting in the bright sun he still wasn't used to. He walked straight out to the mast, looking up into the rigging.

   "Toris!"

   A brown head swung down his way, the teen waved with a small smile, finding a rope to slide down onto the deck. Though he winced when he did it. "Romano," Toris smiled again, "what can I do for you?"

   "Tino wanted to to give you this, he said it's for your blisters," Lovino held the bundle out, the brunet taking it with a curious perk of his brow. Opening it up, he found it full of minced herbs.

   "Wonderful," he smiled truly then. "It's aloe. Thank you, um, tell him thank you."

   "I will," Lovino smiled back, rubbing a hand though his hair that felt rather gross. The two nodded pleasantly to each other as they stepped back, and Lovino turned to go back to what he was doing before. Eugh, cleaning, pretty soon, he'd have blisters, too. But he bumped lightly into someone before he could make it below deck again.

   "Hey, watch where you're going-" Gilbert growled, before he noticed who it was. "Right, viper, you're supposed to go see the Captain, he's in his quarters."

   "Viper?" Lovino grunted when he was roughly shoved in the direction of the double doors on deck. Gilbert huffed when the boy seemed to refuse to enter. So he opened a door and just shoved him all the way in, shutting it again behind him. Lovino flailed just a little bit when he was shoved in, stopping himself short, heart thumping up into his throat. Oh crap, didn't he say he was going to avoid this?! He didn't want to be back in here!

   Antonio was taking a swig from a dark green bottle, scribbling something onto one for his charts, in the margin. He glanced up when he heard someone enter without announcement, and a smile immediately lit his face. The kind of smile that made Lovino gulp, mouth setting into a determined frown.

   "Romano, there you are, was expecting you a little bit sooner," he finished his note on the map, taking another swig from his bottle. But when he was done, he put the pen away, scooting his chair back a bit to face the teen who had refused to move. "I heard you were quite brilliant in the kitchen this morning."

   "You could say that," Lovino was completely on guard, he was not going to let this...pervert! get his pants down again.

   "I was rather impressed, did you come up with that all by yourself?" Antonio leaned his elbow on the arm of his chair, his temple resting against gloved knuckles, still smiling.

   "Yes," he said simply, affixing a light glare at the man, hands clenched by his sides. Antonio laughed for the expression he was getting, setting his bottle on the table.

   "Roma~" he relaxed in his seat, slouching a bit, still grinning. And Lovino got immediately more defensive.

   "What?" he bit out, not liking how he was being stared at, or the way those emerald eyes traveled down his body.

   "Come here, won't you?" the Espanian waved him over with a hand, but the teen didn't budge an inch. "Oh, come now, come here."

   "No."

   "Why not? I won't pull any dirty tricks, I promise."

   "That's what you said last night!" Lovi's face burned, in both anger and humiliation. Tony, of course, just laughed at him.

   "What? You shouldn't have been singing for me in such a lovely voice, I couldn't stop myself." Antonio sat up a little, his face becoming just a tad more serious. Those sharp eyes bore right into Lovino's own, and it sent chills over his skin. "Now, Roma, come here."

   Though he was scared, it felt like he couldn't control his feet, steps hesitant as they brought him closer to the man at the table. But he stopped just out of arms length, visibly trembling.

   "What on earth is the matter, Romano? Are you scared?" his tone was teasing, and it made the young man puff up.

   "Why would I be scared of you, bastard?"

   Antonio's brows shot up, a surprised laugh falling from him, "Romano, your words are so cruel, you're going to hurt my feelings."

   "Good, it's the least of what you deserve!"

   "Is it? Then why don't you come here and tell me the rest of what I deserve?"

   "I'm not going anywhere near you, you...you dirty old man!"

   "Old!?"

   A gloved hand shot out and grabbed Lovino before he could think fast enough to pull back. He grunted when he was jerked forward and suddenly having his back slammed against the top of the table, a weight keeping him pressed down by his hips and his arms held tightly at his sides. His heart hammered hard, hearing it in his ears as he stared up into those emeralds, so close to his face.

   "I am not old," Antonio breathed, smirking at the stunning expression Romano wore. He trailed a finger down over his jaw, smirk softening into something else. "You left so quick last night, I was hoping to have you again for breakfast." He leaned his face down into that slender neck, and Lovino gasped softly when he felt warm lips pressing kisses to his skin, slow and deliberate as Antonio savored the sweetness.

   "For all your complaining, you certainly looked lovely, the way you took my fingers," he murmured his words hotly against Lovino's jaw, a sharp shiver racing down the boy's spine. "Little body hungry for what I was giving it. You know, I could always put something else up there." He kissed the boy's chin, "Something bigger, and it would make you feel...so good. You know it would." The last words were murmured against Lovino's lips, their breaths mixing. It seemed to spark some life back into him.

   "Hell no!"

   Antonio hissed when the teen's head smacked hard against his face, jarring him enough that he lost his hold on his hands. Lovino shoved the Espanian's face away from his own, wiggling to try and get out from under him. "Don't you dare touch me, you pervert! I will not have you defile me!"

   "Defile-?"

   "Get off of me, you bastard!"

   They wrestled together a moment, Lovino trying to get free, Antonio trying to get his control back. But he kept ending up with a hand in his face, pushing him away. "Roma!"he jerked the teen's arm sharply, making him cry out a bit when it was twisted, and he was slammed back down against the table. Only, he knocked his head this time, which put a slight halt on his fighting back. Enough that Tony was able to hold him tightly down again.

   "Roma," he heard him say again, softer this time, though his eyes swam when he opened them, jarred.

   "Ngh," Lovino winced and shifted as much as he could. Gods, the back of his head was throbbing. But leather fingers grabbed his chin, making him look at those sharp eyes. Antonio's face had a hint of curiosity to it, accompanied by gently furrowed brows. "What?" he managed to grumble out.

   "....Are you a virgin?"

   He at least had the decency to blush at the question, defiantly looking away from the man's face.

   "Romano?" Tony tried to get him to meet his eyes. "My god, you are, aren't you..." His tone held something that said he almost didn't believe it. Romano had such a seductive body, slender and soft. His face was quite lovely, too. If anything, he was a downright beauty to behold. Antonio recognized the feeling welling up in his chest, he got it every time he held gold and jewels in his hands.

   Romano was a virgin...and Romano was his.

   "So what, there's nothing wrong with having a little self respect," his thoughts were broken when the teen spoke. You'd think his harsh words would take away from his shine, but Antonio was just loving it all the more.

   "Nepenthes Rajah," he whispered, looking over the teen's flushed face. Lovino gave him a strange look.

   "What?"

   "You remind me of a Nepenthes Rajah, man-eating plants on the Isle Borneo," Antonio gently stroked the boy's cheek, though it jerked away from his touch. "So deceptively beautiful and alluring, yet venomous."

   Any retort was cut short in Lovino's throat when the Captain suddenly lifted his head up, leaning down. Their lips pressed together warmly, Lovi's heart roaring in his ears. He couldn't pull away. But with how little sparks tingled through his lips, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. What the hell?

   He wrapped his arms around that thin torso, rocking back as he lifted the boy up from the table. Legs clenched around his waist though he held him firmly, still pressed against his lips. Though now that he wasn't trapped, Lovino pulled away, hazel eyes wide on the man's face.

   "...Why are you kissing me?" he breathed, so very confused for the pirate's gentle actions.

   "Because you've attracted me, my little Nepenthes Rajah," Antonio touched their noses together, smile soft. "Hn, Roma Rajah."

    His little treasure.

A/N: there we have it. Okay! Nepenthes Rajah is a real plant, not man-eating. I promise. Another to come soon~ I hope you stick around <3
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