In the Eye of the Storm.

A/N: …Mommy!
So I'm finally done, huh? Took me a while (a month plus?) and it's your fault D: so there!
thanks for those who emailed me and for my new RP mates! (woohoo, never thought it would actually work but hey, it does! And I have more sex than I can wish for :3)
Hurry up and read XD, I wanna know what you think!
(ah, for those who didn't notice, on chap three this Fic turned into an M rated : congrats!)
Do not read if anything that has to do with somewhat 'graphic' sexual touch's traumatizing for you. (and that was my weekly second of wisdom.)

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As Hikaru got out of the room and smugly planned to step towards his post, he frowned, noticing the group of people that gathered in the middle of the ship, doing practically nothing. Growling, he strode in their direction and snarled. “What the hell are you doing, stupid bitches? Didn’t I tell you not to slack off?”
The men dispersed and turned to look at their captain; a red biting mark on his neck made Waya cock an amused eyebrow at him.

“Oi, Shindou. What was the screaming all about?” he asked, chuckling. “Did you kill the girl?” he turned back and patted someone’s head, and Hikaru recognized the disturbing hairstyle.

“Oi, what is he doing on board? I thought I told you to take him as a hostage and lock him up at the lowest deck.” Hikaru scowled at his best friend, irritated at the fact he was not obeyed.

Waya smirked. “I know you did. But I thought you’d like it better if the fucker heard you torturing his bitch.” Making a ‘pfft’ sound, Hikaru smirked back. “The violent guy over here made us go through so much trouble when he heard the girl scream. I say there’s something between them.”

Hikaru’s smirk widened and he got closer to Waya and the man that was previously protecting his new bitch. “Well, good thinking, Waya. Did he enjoy the show?” he hummed questioningly, amused at the man’s appearance; there was a gush on his cheek that was still bleeding and his shirt was soaked with blood that seeped through a cut on his shoulder and probably some other places. Just like Waya, he thought as he eyed his friend, to do a neat work while leaving a mess after him.

Waya snickered. “He actually fought three guys to get free of their hold.”

Hikaru snorted. “Well he had a good reason to, I fucked the bitch to death.”

The man looked up, gritting his teeth at the captain’s words. “You… son of a bitch.” He hissed.

Hikaru’s eyes darted to the boy’s guardian, cocking a mocking eyebrow and chuckling as one of his crew punched the man’s face, making him groan with pain. His gaze passed over three men of his crew that were holding the guy, one on each side, the third one grabbing his hair and forcing his head down. He smirked at the sight; that’s how it should be. That man, bowing in front of him.

“Yeah, that’s kind of true.” He hummed carelessly, his hand stroking his beard. “But not as much of a bitch like your pretty protégé. Or didn’t you hear him screaming?”

The male glared daggers at Hikaru, “You little..!”

“Oi, oi, you don’t have to use foul language, you know.” He snickered mockingly. “Be glad I didn’t kill the little guy. So small and gentle, man, I was actually worried he’ll break as I slammed so hard into him.” As the guy struggled the three guys again Hikaru laughed derisively, shaking his head at the male’s futile attempt to get himself released. He blinked as he noticed Waya’s stare. “…oi, what’s with the look? Stop staring at me, you mother fucker.”

Waya scowled after getting over his initial shock. “Oi, Shindou. You just said ‘fucked him’, ‘hear him screaming’… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” to Waya, it was strange. He knew Hikaru for all of his life, and he was definitely not gay. And that girl they brought to the ship was just like any other girl, though much prettier. “…’didn’t kill him’…” he repeated after his friend’s muttering.

The restricted man interfered again, gritting his teeth at Hikaru. “…what the hell did you do to Akira-sama, you asshole..!” he hissed, pulling his arms that were held by the two, full-sized men and got his head pulled back by his hair harshly again. “Let go, you idiots!” he yelled, fighting back and ignoring the pain inflicted on him by the crewmen of the smirking captain. “What did you do to my Akira, you jerk!”

“Oh, possessive, aren’t we?” Waya chuckled at the display, smirking amused at Hikaru. “Look, Shindou, you have a competitor.”

Said male-captain took a few step forwards, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair in a cocky gesture. “Yours, huh?” he hummed, smirking at the feisty man, “Let’s say… that I just made him mine.” Hikaru licked his lips, as the man’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Yeah, the screams were not from blows, but rather from a different kind of pain. I actually did fuck him. So hard he had to let it out somehow.”

The way that man just laughed about it made him shiver, infuriated with his words, “You idiot, bastard!” he tried attacking the bearded man, too mad to remember where he was; who he was speaking to. “Playing like this with people! What gives you the right!” he yelled, trying to reach him with his legs, another thing that proved rather useless. “What gave you the right to rape him, hurt him! You fucking idiot!” he clenched his teeth as he tried calming himself, “Akira-sama will never be yours by just that, you fucker. I am going to take him away from you on the first chance I have and make sure your filthy hands won’t ever touch my Akira’s skin again!” he hissed, the thought of the blond banged man raping his young master unbearable; no wonder he was screaming. The pain must have been too much for him to take. His poor master… What should he tell his parents? How is he going to protect him now?

Waya growled, “Would you shut the fuck up, you bushy idiot, I’m waiting for an answer.” Turning to look at Hikaru, Waya cocked an eyebrow. “Well, Shindou? What’s the whole ‘him’ thing about?”

Hikaru looked back at Waya and offered him a naughty grin, “Yeah, him, and he was very tight. Felt so good as I fucked him…” he purred smug, pulling a dagger out of his belt case and tossing it at the man, hitting the pole of woods inches from his head. “Don’t dare threatening me, useless fucker, or next time it’d be your balls.” He smirked, amused with the man’s expression after he added, “Keep that way and I’ll order to tie you up in my room next time I’m going to take the little fellow.”

Waya snickered, “Can I take his place? Watching you fuck a guy, that’d be totally sexy.”

Hikaru smirked and scratched his beard, “Let me think about that, yeah?” he eyed the deck boy as he walked past the group with a tray in his hands. Lunch is served, huh? Might as well return to the room soon. “Oi, Waya, how do you feel about having this man in your room? I want someone to constantly watch over him.”

Waya cocked an eyebrow. “Oi, oi, he’d make noise while I fuck Naruto, are you serious about this?” he huffed, examining the man with his eyes, “He is good looking. I could always have a threesome with him included.”

“Keep on dreaming, fucker.” Said man hissed.

Hikaru laughed, “Well well, seems like deckboy’s not the only person in this world that loathes you, Waya.”

Waya shrugged chuckling. “I’m gonna have deck boy’s ass whether he likes it or not, same goes for this one.”

Hikaru hummed carelessly, “As long as it keeps your hands away from me, everything is good. Just make sure to give Naruto water after you finish with him.” Starting to step towards his post, Hikaru tugged gently on his beard and waved his hand, signing Waya to follow. “When deck boy’s back, make sure he takes the idiot to his cell and keep an eye on him.”

…

Akira limped out of the shower fifteen minutes after the captain left, his whole body aching at the harsh treatment he got from the hateful man, dry bruises all over his body; probably within him, too.

He bit his lip, as he made sure that man was not in the room and let the towel slip from his body. Drying his hair quickly, he pulled his boxers up his legs and winced at the pain of the movements, hissing and rubbing his behind when he succeeded without whimpering even once.

Picking the clothes he came with and that were now scattered on the floor by the hand of that hideous man, Akira put his pants on and leaned back on the wall, trying to get used to the constant soreness in his behind. God, that man was just an animal… slamming like that into him, the mere memory made him want to cry. Why was this happening to him?.. He didn’t even know the man and he just… seemed to like hurting him. The smirk on his face when he begged him to stop… it was feral.

As the door opened before he managed to pull his shirt on he gasped, covering his exposed torso at the sight of the blond, bored guy that entered the room, carrying a tray.

The blond blinked at the spectacle of the graceful boy he believed was a girl covering his front and flushed a bit, turning around. “E..eh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to burst into the room like that.” He muttered, embarrassed at what he saw. “…I didn’t know you were changing…”

Akira stared at the man’s back and then got his shirt quickly on. “It’s okay, thank you for turning around.” That was the first time anyone on this ship wasn’t eyeing him with lustful eyes or smug smirks… who was this man?

“Are you done?” he asked, making sure not to turn around until he got permission, and Akira gave him his consent. Turning around, the blond placed the tray on the table, a mild flush still gracing his cheeks as he looked up and noticed Akira’s eyes were still on him. “…is something wrong, ma’am?”

Akira shook his head gently, “No, not at all… at least, not something that is regarding you.” He sighed at the way he addressed him and crossed his arms over his chest, grabbing his forearm absentmindedly. “You don’t have to look so embarrassed, albeit my appearance, I am not a girl.”

Blinking, the blond knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “…you’re not? Wow.” He raked a hand through his hair as he examined Akira from top to bottom.

“Sir?”

“Oh, sorry.” He hastily muttered and turned to stare at the wall. “Are you really a guy?” he asked baffled.

“Yes, I believe so… and the captain already knows that, too.” He muttered quietly.

“The captain knows?” the blond gaped. “But from what I’ve witnessed he’s not gay, and what I’ve heard…” he gave a meaningful look to Akira that made him flush at the question he was obviously going to ask. “Didn’t he, well, rape you?”

“Well, yes.” Akira whispered and bit his lip. “…I assume the walls of this room are not that thick.” He let out softly and hugged himself. “…was it that bad?”

Sighing, the perplexed man scratched the back of his head. “Well, you can say so… but don’t worry, it didn’t sound as if you enjoyed it.”

“How could I possibly?”

He shrugged, “At least that means you’re not going to get the other men on this ship trying to get into your pants or grope you whenever you’re passing by.” Raking a hand through his bangs he shook his head. “You won’t like it, but right now you’re regarded as the captain’s property.”

“…captain’s property?” he breathed weakly, stunned.

“It means that no one’s allowed to touch you, and if anyone would, he’d lose his hand, and probably his, eh, how should I put this gently..? manhood.”

“That man is terrible.”

“He is a pirate, after all.” He shrugged and gazed curiously at Akira. “What’s your name?”

Blinking, confused at the fact a man he had just met asked him about his name while the beast that raped him didn’t do even that, Akira bowed his head slightly. “Touya Akira, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He bid politely.

“E..eh, Ishida Yamato…” the blond muttered, feeling a bit nervous at the formality. “Nice to meet you, too, Touya.”

“Is Ishida-san also a captive here?” he asked calmly, slightly comfortable with the blond man. He seemed harmless, and really young. Maybe twenty?

Yamato shook his head, “I am the deck boy here.” He replied, noticing the slight change on Akira’s face. “…what is it?”

“…you’re a pirate.”

…was he wrong, trusting this man?

…

Hikaru tapped his fingers over the rudder, waiting silently as he knew his best friend was watching him carefully. He’s been doing that ever since the deck boy entered his room with the food and they left the weird hairdo-ed guy with the three members of his crew that restrained him; as of now, he was starting to get bored and impatient.

Just as he was about to growl at his most trusted subordinate and strangle him with the rudder, the man spoke.

“A guy, huh?” he finally let out blandly. “Since when are you into guys, Shindou?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking a questioning eyebrow at his captain. “Or did you just figure it out when you took off his panties?”

Hikaru chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “Second guess, Waya boy.” He hummed amused, turning to rest his back on the wooden helm. “Why, turns you on?”

Waya scoffed, “Oh yeah, you can be sure of that.” He eyed his friend more attentively. “So how is he in bed? How’s the little guy’s body? I assume he didn’t possess your oh so dearly beloved holy-hole.”

Hikaru laughed at that, “No, he didn’t posses the holy-hole, but he did possess a different kind of hole.” He furrowed his brows slightly. “You never told me fucking a guy feels so good, you know, he was so damn tight, I practically lost control.”

Waya blinked at that. “You went wild on him, Shindou?”

“Yeah… fuck it, he is so beautiful, Waya, you have no idea. So… pale and pure. Never touched by a man or a woman… you get it? I had a male-virgin.”

Waya smirked. “They are the best you can pick and break. It’s rather easy, usually, but you have to watch out from some guys that just keep on disobeying you even after a couple of times.”

Hikaru shook his head. “No, it’s nothing like that.” He mumbled, his fingers stroking his beard absentmindedly, and it was as if he was talking to himself. “This guy is not used to rough treatment; he was having another first while I took him.” Holding his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger, Hikaru was lost in his own thoughts, without even noticing he kept on talking out loud. “There’s this… kind of regal aura that surrounds and emits out of him whenever I look at him. And he didn’t curse me even once, so I must assume he’s been educated to be as polite and refined as possible. He might not even know how to, which means he’s coming from a very important family.” Hikaru snapped out of his stupor and looked up at Waya. “And he’s weak.” He added.

Waya blinked at him, “You sure put a lot of thought into it, didn’t you?”

“I had enough time to do so while he was crying.”

“Are you feeling remorseful, Shindou?” Waya gave him a skeptic look. Was his friend going insane?

Hikaru stared at him as if he was the one that has gone insane. “Remorseful? Are you crazy? I loved every minute of it. Whether he cried or begged for me to stop, it was all worth it.” He licked his suddenly dry lips. “It just bothered me, since when I thought he is a girl it was obvious for him to be weak, but as a guy… isn’t that just, disturbing? Not teaching a guy martial arts or how to use a sword? Fencing, anything.”

Waya chuckled. “It’s disturbing just how much you keep on thinking about him, man.”

Hikaru grunted, irritated with his friend’s implications. “Don’t make me kick your stupid head off, you annoying asshole.”

Waya chuckled at his friend’s display of impatience. “Calm down, I’m just teasing you.” He smirked, “You look totally wasted.”

“Orgasms, my friend, orgasms.” Hikaru chuckled. “Let me tell you I’ve never had it so good in my life.”

“One or more?”

“One, damn it, I am not immune to brain fucking yet, and that guy is a top ranked brain fucker.”

Waya snickered, highly amused by his friend’s words. “What did he do, tell you how improper it is to stick your dick up his passage?”

Hikaru groan as he recalled the boy’s pleadings and attempts of persuasion to change his mind, “I think he mentally scolded me by using telepathy! It was as if he was talking even when he was oh-so-willing to shut the fuck up!”

“Sounds like a nuisance, get rid of him.”

“…can’t.”

Waya cocked an eyebrow at that, “Why not?”

Hikaru let out a deep, uneasy heave, lifting his hand and grabbing his bangs between his fingers, tugging hard. “Because I can’t stop thinking about him naked.”

Waya blinked for a long moment, a bit taken aback. “Naked? Shindou, he’s a guy.” As Hikaru didn’t answer Waya found himself grinning. “That good, huh?”

Hikaru pulled his hand down and granted Waya with a meaningful look. “Do you think I would ever touch a guy without being… attracted to him with such force even I can’t hold myself back?”

Waya was speechless at that; he never saw his best friend in such turmoil before. And over a guy?.. just because he was straight and had him in his bed? Nah, there was another thing about it. “…how about the truth this time?”

Hikaru chuckled and shook his head, his previous serious mood elevated in almost a second. “You read me like a book, don’t you?” he punched his friend’s arm playfully.

Waya’s grin widened. “I’ve read this book over and over again for over a decade now, and you know just how much I like its cover.”

Hikaru slapped Waya’s hand as it drew too near to his thigh. “Yeah yeah, horny bastard, what did I tell you about harassing me?”

Waya shoved his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I thought that now after you’ve been with a guy you’d get over your loathe of male touch.”

Hikaru huffed with disdain. “Didn’t you say you want the truth, Waya?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Getting over his repugnance of men-touch his butt. “I want to have him again.” He finished lowly.

Waya cocked an eyebrow. “So? Take him, he is yours, you know.”

“But it’s disgusting!” he grunted, throwing his head back as if asking for guidance from a being he knew does not exist. “He’s a guy, we have the same shit between our legs, and he keeps on reminding me of that.”

“Just make the little fellow shut. Slap him or something, you did it with each and every one of your bitches.” He then snickered. “Well, at least those who were objecting.”

Hikaru chuckled and nodded. “Well, I don’t want to mar his face.”

“…you’re softening.”

Hikaru immediately scowled. “I just don’t like my fuck toys ugly, stop being an ass.”

“I’m not the ass here.” Waya smirked, examining his friend for a long moment before, “So what are you going to do with him now? If you don’t want him I can always relieve you from his presence.”

“Touch him and you’re done for.”

“Touchy.” He teased.

Hikaru sighed and raked a hand through his hair to the back of his head, his bangs striking back to his forehead. “…I don’t know what I’ll do with the guy for now. I just know I don’t want to get rid of him as of yet.”

Waya shrugged. “Your decision, dude.”

Hikaru nodded slowly, inattentively, as he passed the last few hours in his mind, remembering each and every curve of his male-beauty captive’s body so detailed it made him shiver slightly at the need to have him again.

A new thought crossed his mind as his eyes darted towards the door of his cabin. Uncrossing his arms, Hikaru’s fist clutched by itself. “Ne, Waya.”

“Hm?” His First Mate was caught off guard.

“…just how long has little deck boy been in my room by now?”

Waya just blinked.

…

“I don’t think you can call me a pirate.” Yamato chuckled softly and scratched the back of his head. “I just need the job.”

“With pirates?” Akira looked at him baffled. Why would anyone accept to work with people that rob and slay? “They can kill you at any moment… you do know that, don’t you, Ishida-san?”

“Let's say it’s better than what I’ve been messed up in before.” He sighed, “And don’t call me Ishida-san, I feel…old.”

Akira smiled genuinely at that, “That’s what I usually tell Yagami-san when he insists on calling me ‘Akira-sama’.” …he might be able to trust this man after all.

“Yagami-san is the man outside that’s being held by three men?” Yamato cocked an eyebrow. “With a real weird hairdo and a loud voice? First Mate kind of kicked his ass, if you know what I mean.”

Akira stiffened at that, staring with wide, worried eyes at Yamato. “Is he in a really bad state?” I whispered, pulling away from the wall and throwing anxious glances at the door.

“Well, I don’t know if you can call it bad state… his cheek, shoulder and arm are bleeding, from what I saw.”

“I got to help him..!” his legs carried him slowly towards the wooden door.

“What can you possibly do?” Yamato asked bluntly. “You couldn’t stop Captain from raping you, and outside there is First Mate, and some other pirates you really don’t want to meet.”

“But Yagami-san is here because of my fault..!” he reached the door and pulled on the knob, “Yagami-san is all I have, I know I can’t do much but I must try--“ as he stepped out of the door he bumped into something hard and stiff, almost stumbling back at the force of the hit and gasp as he gazed up and saw the amused face of his captor, one dark eyebrow cocked in a wondering look.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?” he asked with a still tone.

Akira pulled back immediately, getting as far as possible from the man until he hit the table with his back. “I want to see Yagami-san.”

The man hummed, “Well, too bad. You’re not allowed to.”

“Why not!” Akira noticed Yamato shaking his head at him, as if telling him not to argue, but he couldn’t just let it go.

“Because I said so.” He motioned at the door with his head, “Deck boy, you already brought the food, you have no reason to stay here.” Yamato nodded and stepped towards the door. “Oh, another thing. Take that bushy haired idiot to the confinement room; make sure he’s locked inside each time you get into and out of the room. You can give him water and food, in case he’s dying.” He chuckled at Akira’s scared face. “Now.” He barked, as seemingly Yamato took a bit too long in his opinion to leave the room, as he was eyeing the red biting mark on the captain's neck and then stared at Akira.

As the door closed, Akira stared intently at each and every movement the man made, making sure he couldn’t get any closer. “What did that man do to Yagami-san?” he asked, biting his lip. He was hoping he’d be okay… what if his wounds would get infected?

The captain chuckled and stepped forward. “I see you already got informed by the little deck boy, huh?” he smirked, his hand rubbing his bearded chin. “Well, Waya won the battle, as you can already guess, and as expected, your little… how should I call it? Lover? He got injured. But don’t worry, he’s still alive.”

Akira sighed with relief. “…Will you give him treatment? So it won’t worsen, his state…”

The man scowled, “Do I look like a nurse to you? The men of my crew are all strong, well-built men. They are aware of the risks, and they deal with their own injuries. Why the fuck would I help a man that I was planning to kill?” he growled.

Akira glared at him, “Because you promised to let him live!”

Huffing amused, the captain shrugged, “Yeah, I did. As long as he did that on his own. If he’s dying, I won’t stop him from dropping dead.”

Akira stared helplessly. “…You are pure evil, sir.” He whispered.

The captain smirked. “I know. Now sit down, or the food will get cold.” He hummed while reaching the table, ignoring Akira’s immediate repulsion at his closeness as he hurried to get away to the other side of the room. He pulled himself a chair and sat down with a sigh. “Did you take a shower as I told you to?”

Akira watched him taking off the lid to the round platter with wary eyes. “Yes, I did.” He answered after a long moment, his voice averse. Apparently the captain didn’t like his tone since he wrinkled his nose for a moment.

“Look, kid, I don’t care whether you like me or not, but you’re going to spend some long time with me here, at least until we get to the next island. So you better eat, or you’ll get sick.”

Akira spat, “I am already sick, alright.”

The man laughed, “Nice retort.” He put the lid on the table next to his plate and sniffed the scent of roasted chicken. “Well, I don’t really care whether you eat or not, but it’d be really bad for you, if I’ll fuck you again and you won’t be in shape.”

Akira clenched his teeth. “What makes you think I will let you do this again?” he hissed, angered with the man’s words and actions. “I will not be a vessel, especially not for your disruptive desire, only because you wish for it!”

The man cocked his eyebrow at Akira’s words, humming in thought. “Who said anything about wishing, love?” he offered him a small smirk. “I want you, I take you, you’re mine.” He summarized calmly. “You don’t have to give me your permission so I’d have you, I just need to want it. It’s not as if you were keened to let me fuck you last time, right? I had to force your legs apart.” He chuckled as Akira blushed madly, “I can simply do that again.”

“Do you find it amusing, hurting me?”

“Yes, actually, very much.” He quirked one corner of his lips up in a mischievous smile. “I love it when my bitches cry.”

“I am NOT your bitch!”

“Yeah, yeah, tell yourself whatever you want, but as long as I fuck you you’re my bitch, and my bitch only.” He grabbed a leg and ripped it from the rest of the chicken, shoving it into his mouth and starting to chew on the meat right from the bone. “So you better start getting used to it. Now sit and eat, this thing is actually good.”

“I am not hungry.” Akira wrinkled his nose as he watched him with disgust. “Can you at least eat with your mouth closed?” he asked, obviously displeased with the repulsive way that man was eating.

The look he received for that remark made him almost freeze.

…

Hikaru scowled at his little bitch’s words, starting to change his mind regarding not touching him; he might as well do it just to make the boy suffer. “Oi, this is my ship. My territory, my rules, my fucking choice how to eat my food.” He gave the boy a chastising glance. “If you find it aggravating you’re allowed to turn around and look somewhere else, you little spoiled fucker.”

Narrowing his eyes, the boy turned his back at Hikaru, crossing his arms over his chest. For god’s sake, was he going to play games with him now? Little slut… he should’ve killed him at the moment he was done with him. He could’ve found a girl soon enough, why the hell keep this kid here? It hasn’t been a day yet and he already pissed him off with his demands.

“I want to see Yagami-san.”

Hikaru let out a low grunt, clearly annoyed with the boy’s constant request to see the other male. “I already said no, didn’t I? Stop pestering me.”

The boy said nothing until Hikaru was full fifteen minutes later, and pushed away the tray with the food. Sighing satisfied he turned to look at the still quiet boy, wondering if he fell asleep while standing.

“Oi, are you alive?”

As he noticed his slumped shoulders stiffen, Hikaru almost heaved, unsure if it was with relief or disappointment. “Does it really matter?” he asked with a low voice.

“Of course it does, how the hell am I supposed to have my way with you if you’re dead?”

“…I believe you’d have your way with me whether I’m dead or not.” He replied dully. “It takes quite a while for a body to turn completely rotten.”

“Are you calling me a necrophile?”

The boy did not answer to that and remained silent, turning his head to the side and staring at the wall. Hikaru sighed and ruffled his hair with his hand, wondering what he should do with him. Really, he was too troublesome. Maybe he should kill him here and now and put an end to this?

His hand absentmindedly moved to play with the knife he did not use, his other hand dropped at his side and his fingers started tracing over the hilt of his sword. Glancing up and letting his eyes rest on the slim boy’s back, Hikaru licked his lips while trying to figure out what he should do.

“Are you sure you’re not hungry?” he finally asked. As he received a mere nod from the boy, he clenched his teeth. “Fine, then deck boy is supposed to come soon and pick the rest of the food.” He got up to his feet and dropped the knife, walking towards the boy and sagging his chin on the spot connecting between his neck to his shoulder. “I’m going to shower, be a good pup and wait for me in bed.” He hummed and pecked his soft skin. “And you better do that each and every day after I shower. For the time being, I might feel like fucking you again.”

The boy stiffened and tried pulling away, but Hikaru’s arm immediately wrapped about his waist, pulling him back against his chest. “You only make me want to have you more when you fight back.” He smirked as his reaction to this was freezing. “It could’ve been wonderful if you joined me in the shower, but since you seem rather… shy,” his hand moved down the boy’s long tresses, stroking gently. “I will let you decline this time,” he stated firmly. “But don’t expect me to be this generous too often. Next time I expect you to be there with me.”

“…next time?” he let out weakly. “…for how long do you plan to keep me here?”

“For as long as it takes.” He hummed and licked his neck, feeling him shudder and smirk, pulling away from the boy’s body, his hand dropped at his side.

Oh yeah, it was highly amusing, seeing the boy embarrassed like that, and by his hand. Seemed like he really had this kind of effect on both male and female populations. Smirking smugly, he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants, walking towards the bathroom and leaving the door open. The boy already saw everything in him that there was to see, it’s not as if he had anything to hide.

Opening the tap, he fully undressed and eyed the lithe guy in his room, amused. He will enjoy keeping this guy for some indefinite amount of time and then, if he’s in a good mood, he’d let him go. If not, well… he can just kill him and throw his body into the ocean.

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Sighing relieved, Yamato left captain’s room with his head still on his shoulders, which was a wonder, since captain looked rather irritated at the fact he has been conversing with his new acquired toy.
Walking towards the odd hairdo-ed male in chains, he heard the First Mate’s voice calling for him. Turning around impatiently, Yamato cocked a questioning eyebrow at him and listened to what he had to say.

“Don’t let the captain down on your first real task, ne, Deck boy?” Waya barked after giving him orders regarding the butternut haired man. Rolling his eyes, Yamato grabbed the man’s chained wrists, waiting for the three men to leave his limbs and hair and started pulling him behind him.

Thankful for not being wrestled with, Yamato stepped down the stairs as he was throwing short glances at the man every couple of moments; knowing he couldn’t have dragged him if he was putting up a fight or showing any reluctance. Did he give up?

He watched as the man gnashed his teeth, looking positively furious and willing to kill the proud captain, after his boasting for taking the boy and making him his.

He started wondering what was happening between the two males, since this man was only worrying about Touya and not himself, and the boy was asking him about the sepia haired chap. If he had to say it out of his own perspective, the two were in love. Touya didn’t seem to be gay or anything, but he might didn’t notice it yet himself. Of course, the boy proved to be so innocent from his first conversation with him, it wouldn’t be any of an impact if he were actually oblivious to his love towards the guy.

Mentally shaking his head, Yamato slapped himself the same way. Why the hell should he care? It wasn’t his business. Meddling in this affair would only prove troublesome; he should just do as he’s been ordered to and make the captain happy.

Stepping down the never-ending, continuous hallways and descending the stairs to the lowest deck, they both said nothing, pacing quietly as only the sounds of dripping water and ambling softly echoing in the corridor. Yamato wondered what made the other male act so submissively. In his situation he should have shrugged the chains off of him, and as much as Yamato was proud, he knew he’d lose immediately if a battle ever occurred between the two of them.

After passing a countless of corridors and doors in a disturbing silence, they finally reached the door at the end of the lowest deck; digging his hand into his pocket and fetched his key, he unlocked the door and shoved it open.

As he stepped back the chained man strolled grimly into the filthy room, seemingly not noticing the appalling smell in the chamber he turned and sat on the thin plank that was screwed to the wall just a few inches above the floor.

“Dinner is soon.” He said blankly. “I will pass by with food and water for you.”

The odd man that was sitting in silence until now darted his eyes towards Yamato, staring at him with scrutinizing chestnut-colored orbs. “I’m not hungry.” He let out in a low tone and turned his eyes back to dig a hole at the wall with his stare, already apparently disinterested with him. “All I need is to think, so please be quiet.”

Yamato immediately repressed a scowl. Who the hell does this man this he is? Telling him off like that, without even sparing him a look over than a fucking second?

Rolling his eyes, he growled a, “Do whatever the fuck you want.” and left the room at the proximate moment, making sure to lock the door behind his back as the captain reminded him to do before he was ordered to leave his cabin.

Knitting his eyebrows with displeasure, he walked along the corridor and stepped up to the upper deck, where the kitchen was, in order to bring the food to that idiotic man he was entrusted with.

It was the first time in his life that Yamato got such treatment; uninterested and apathetic, as the look he received from that man was. Being used to getting lustful glances, being wanted wherever he went, making both men and women lose their minds over their heels at his presence… this was unbearable. Did he lose his touch? Or was it just that the man itself was unreachable?

His ego couldn’t accept the notion of not being attractive enough in someone’s eyes. For fuck’s sake, the man didn’t even seem mesmerized by the fact he was blond!

Growing irritated with his ongoing thoughts, Yamato forced them out of his mind and grabbed the tray the cook made for him. Not even bidding a 'thank you', he left the kitchen and stepped towards the deck downstairs, where that man was confined, deciding not to let it bother him more than needed. Who the hell cared if that man wasn’t attracted to him? He’s done with that phase in his life, and if he didn’t find him attractive… even better.

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Taichi was slumped at the same corner for the next ten minutes. After the blond guy left, looking all pissed and impatient, he sighed and leaned his head back on the wall. Unable to actually do anything, he just sat in the consuming darkness and wondered how his master was doing.

After listening to that terrible man's words he just couldn't have stopped hearing the heartbreaking screams echoing inside his head; desperate and helpless, especially as he knew very well who it belonged to, recognizing the voice of his dear, precious master. The boy he grew to know and love, and later on respect. How was he supposed to let it pass just like that, after knowing just how much pain and suffering that boy had had to go through while screaming his heart out?

Spending most of his life together with the boy, Taichi knew very well just how reserved his young master was. Of course, with all the rules of how he should and shall act, even Taichi himself would've turned reserved. Or gone insane. Both were possible outcomes, and apparently the boy was tougher than he had assumed, since insane he was not.

Back home, the people who did have the honor to see him and talk to him, though rarely, had believed he turned to be another simple snotty little kid for his capacity to stay emotionless most of the time; therefore when people talked to him about things they considered weighty and the boy stayed impassive it made the wrong impression.

Though he was one of few that knew Touya Akira was not an arrogant brat. He knew just how restrained he was, how long it took him to reach this level of self control. For a twelve years old kid, it was an achievement.

Therefore he wasn't surprised as he never heard him scream; not at him parents, not at the maids and not at his very diminutive amount of guards. All in all, Taichi believed his master to be a very happy kid; he did laugh when they were spending time at the garden, however limited the time he was allowed to be there was. He enjoyed talking (with whomever he trusted, of course), humming with the silent, soft music that was carried by the wind up to the second floor and through the window of his room when he heard the musicians play one story down, as the boy's parents and Taichi's employees had arranged a banquet, inviting all the lords of the country to dine with them and listen to classical music performed by the best artists in Japan, all gathered together.

He had assumed every now and then that the boy probably had his secrets, but he respected him way too much to just ask; if he didn't want to share, he probably had a good reason for it. No matter how worried he was about the boy's fierce meekness, he said nothing about it to the boy itself but discussed it with his 'co-worker', whom was a rather creepy bastard, but seemed to have a warm spot in his heart for the kid.

Clutching his fist, Taichi felt rage simmering inside of him once again as he remembered what his young master replied to him when asked why he never shouted. Never wanting to bother anyone, the boy just kept it all inside; his frustration at being imprisoned, the fact his parents did not come to visit him that often, for they had responsibilities; his weak body and the tendency he had to fall ill. The fact they didn't let him cut his hair even once in length, and that he looked like a porcelain doll even in his own eyes.

Taichi's corners of his lips twitched slightly as he remembered the boy's pouts and complaints about his hair being so long, pointing at the mirror accusingly (and in an incredibly adorable way, in Taichi's opinion) and calling his reflection 'an evil 18th century ceramic-looking prostitute!' and scowled when his other warden retorted with an 'oh boy, sluts back then were sure well, fully clad and respectable.', which made the boy sulk as well and five seconds later laugh wholeheartedly. Of course, Taichi scolded the other dark haired male for using foul language next to his master, but the man didn't really seem to care (as usual).

After that, the boy just sighed and tugged on his back-lengthened locks, wishing quietly he'd look less feminine than he already was, firmly saying he'd ask his father to let him shorten it even a bit the next time the man came to visit. At that Taichi's 'partner' got up from the armchair he was sitting on until that moment and stepped towards Akira, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders and resting his chin on the top of his head. Scowling a bit, Taichi listened to the guy calming Akira down and telling him he was just perfect the way he was, a thing which made Taichi stare surprised and the boy flush, since the man wasn't very talkative, and when he did talk, it was definitely not to say anything nice.

Unlike that man, Taichi disliked the use of foul words and made sure to never say anything inappropriate next to his master. The only times he used these kind of words were when it was needed, or when he just couldn't help it in his frustration and anger. Yet is wasn't an excuse either.

The next time he asked him why he never shouted, Akira smiled gently at him and said 'do you think I can actually shout with this kind of voice? Even I can barely hear it.' letting out a noise akin to soft laughter afterwards. Taichi somewhat agreed with that, his voice was definitely not loud enough in order to scream, and when the boy added an 'I will probably lose it immediately.' jokingly as he saw Taichi's serious expression, all he wanted to do was hug him (which he did).

Sighing, Taichi bumped his head against the wall, closing his eyes tightly. His heart clenched as he knew just how broken the boy was probably right now, humiliated and empty. He didn't even hear the door opening five minutes ago and a particular blond watching him from the doorway. Not until he heard some noises of metal rattling on the floor and a few moments later a few candles in the room were lit, shimmering and flicking over the shadows and the figure of the man that stood there with his back to him before he finished kindling the last candle in the room, making Taichi count at least five.

The previously pitch-black room was now illuminated softly, revealing the tray that was resting on the floor somewhat close to the door. Taichi wondered if the door was kept unlocked, but he assumed the blond probably did lock it without him noticing.

Staring at the guy for quite a moment after he spin around to face him, Taichi regarded him as harmless and turned his back at him again, staring at the wall. He didn't need this right now; he had to think about what he should do. Fighting with this man and getting the keys of this cell would be easy; he looked rather weak. But what would he do afterwards? If he'd try going upstairs he'd encounter with at least twelve pirates that would be probably harder to put down unlike this guy here.

And what if he did get to the captain's room?.. They had no way to leave this ship, and he definitely wasn't invincible, as he was proved before while he fought the First Mate. If he was caught by him… and if he was not; the shore was too far-off. Swimming wouldn't be a problem for him, but his master didn't know how to. And even if he held him most of the time, there were sharks in this area, and he knew it. They won't reach far with all his injuries and cuts, and then he'd be the one fault for his master's… Akira's… he stiffened. Think positive, Yagami!

But how could he possibly do that when he just remembered the boy's pills? His severe anemia itself was dangerous, but if he won't take his pills and won't get his medical treatment, it would definitely worsen. What the hell would he do in that case?

"Are you going to ignore my presence forever or do you want me to leave so you'd be able to privately bond with the wall?"

Taichi froze as he heard the blond's voice, so sudden and annoyed in the middle of the silence, it yanked him out of his thoughts. Not even bothering to face him, he just growled a, "get out of here." before he would give in to his mind demanding him to get out and find the boy, ignoring all the reasoning he's been listening to until now.

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Yamato glared at the stupid man as he was still hunched against the wall, not even noticing his return as he opened the door, kicking it closed and locking it behind him, gritting his teeth as even the loud noise didn't make the man look up.

What the FUCK is it with this man?! Yamato's fury was noticeable with the nasty vibe he was sending. Bending, he put the tray of food and water on the floor and started dispersing new candles around the room, throwing the old ones to the floor and not even bothering to remember where each one of them was left and stomping on them on his way to put others around the room. As he finished with that task, he pulled out a match and started kindling all of them, noticing the slight movement next to him as he lit one candle next to the wooden bench the man was sitting on (he secretly wished the wood would lit up and burn the indifferent man alive).

Finally finishing with that task, too, he made sure there was nothing that would've made the fire spread and then turned around. The man was still not looking at him, and that made him screech his teeth with irritation. After a few more moments of silence, he couldn't make it anymore; no one, no one would ever ignore him.

"Are you going to ignore my presence forever or do you want me to leave so you'd be able to privately bond with the wall?" Was the wall more interesting than he was? Was that it? Then fuck hi—

"Get out of here." Was all the man said. Again, he wasn't even sparing him a glance. Was he-- was he just telling him off?.. without even making the effort to look at him?.. For fuck's sake!

"Oi, do you regard this ship as yours?" Yamato felt like kicking the man. How dare he talk to him like that? Was he looking down at him just because he was rich?!

The man just let out a muffled growl and nestled his handcuffed wrists in his lap, seemingly already caught deep in thoughts. It only helped to infuriate the passive blond, but he made sure not to show his exasperation to the man.

Kicking his leg, Yamato crossed his arms over his chest. "Oi, can you fucking hear me, idiot?" He better not ignore him this time, too.

But no, this time the man growled irritated, looking up from his glaring session at the wall and scowled, "What do you want, kid?" he let out, bored. "I am busy."

Yamato snorted. "Busy with what? Sulking?" he mocked. "Gee, so frightening, I am about to pee in my panties from horror."

The man gave him a dry look, "Might as well use a diaper if you're aware of that."

Yamato clutched his fist at that, digging his nails into the flesh of his arm. "Aren't you a wit-case. So what, you decided to finally mind me?"

The man looked positively impatient, getting up slowly he towered over Yamato's smaller figure and gazed down at him, "Oi, kid, I don't play with pirates-wannabes." He stated curtly. "You did your job, now go outside and play with the cook's pots. Might serve you well instead of the diapers."

Yamato decided to bear with that last insult and snickered. "At least I am not a hero-wannabe, you loser." Referring the man's cuts, he then narrowed his eyes. "Don't let my size fool you." Without noticing, Yamato suddenly felt hot. No, the man was not affecting him that way; but the density of the sealed, windowless room did, as well as the warmth emitted by the burning candles. His arms were slowly uncrossing, though not entirely, as he was aware of the air thickening.

The man seemed to feel the same way, as he glances around the room, as if only now noticing there were no windows, no slits. One could definitely suffocate inside this room (and Yamato definitely hoped he would). He cocked his eyebrow at the blond and looked relatively languid, "To let your size fool me I have to wonder what it is first, and honestly, I don't care." He stretched his shoulder backwards as much as he could, trying to strain his muscle and made a small 'click' sound echo clearly in the emptiness of the silent room. "Isn't your job giving me water and food? Good, I have both. Now scat." He then turned his back on the blond and stepped leisurely towards his plank.

Yamato was inwardly seething at that one, rolling his eyes as he caught himself from throwing his shoe on the man's head. He decided to chuckle instead. "Aren't you a bitch?" he huffed amused, letting his arms drop at his sides. "If I didn't know better I would've been sure you're the princess." He then stared at the man's back as he thought he saw his muscles tighten. Bingo. "Are you sure you're a man?"

Having his manhood in question, the man glanced at Yamato over his shoulder. "I can say the same thing about you, kid." He replied dryly, not really bothering to prove anything. Did he really not care? "And is that how your captain calls my Akira? Princess?" he let out a curt, unamused laugh. "And just so you'd know, the 'princess' is a he, your captain's an idiot for not noticing before. Not that you're any better."

"For your information, I already know your dear Akira is a boy." He chuckled; the man didn't know he already met in person with the boy, right after he was being fucked. "And I am much smarter than the idiot you are, that's for sure." He then huffed. "You have too much confidence, shrub-bub. I don't give a fuck about my captain; I do what I have to, to get my job done and get something to eat." He then spat, not really controlling what he says anymore. "Unlike you I was never fed and stuffed with presents and sweets." Why the hell was Yamato telling him that? He didn't know, but he didn't care anymore. The man was pissing him off far too much.

The bushy haired man said nothing for a long moment, then sat down on his plank and stared at the wall. "Well forgive me for not empathizing." He answered flatly. "Maybe if you weren't a Pirate asshole, I would've. But the situation is different than the ones I'm accustomed to, which makes it hard for me to feel sorry for you, especially when you were the one to pick this kind of lifestyle." He said with clear, though quiet voice. "I am glad you don't care about your captain. That way you won't get in my way when I kill him. Sorry if I take your livelihood by doing that."

Yamato stared at the unbelievably half-apathetic-half-emphatic man and blinked. Was he mocking him? "I don't need your consideration!" he exclaimed angered.

All he did was shrug and say calmly, "Don't worry, in that case you won't have it."

Yamato just hissed and stepped towards the man, shoving him flat on his back with his hands on his shoulders, looking relatively pissed. "What is it with you!" it was maddening and he was starting to get frustrated. Why is this man so impassive!?

"I am trying to think." He answered evenly, not really disturbed with the blond sitting on top of him with his hands still in shackles.

"Well don't bother!--"

The sound of the door opening startled him and both Yamato and the man beneath him turned to look at the door. Yamato scowled as he recognized the man's features even at the relative darkness, the candles almost completely withered now.

"This ship is full with homosexual bitches." Waya shook his head in mock disappointment. "Well, sorry but not now. Ishida, captain's done with his food so you better hurry and take the tray before he comes for your head."

Yamato felt more than saw the smirk on the First Mate's lips, getting off of the prisoner and walking towards the door, where Waya stood. "It was not like that, you idiot, I wouldn't sexually touch that ass with a stick." He didn't really know why he was even explaining that, but Yamato just didn't want him to get the wrong idea; either of them.

Waya only chuckled lightly when Yamato left the room, glancing at the man still lying on the plank and slowly stepping out of the room, "Really, there are too many gays in here." Closing the door behind him he signed for Yamato to lock the door as he stepped down the corridor, saying softly though loud enough for both to hear an amused, "Aww, I am not unique anymore."

Yamato glared at his back and locked the door, pacing at the wake of the arrogant man and scowled at his feet. Awesome, he already had to deal with a horny First Mate that would sexually harass him even more than he did until now and a captain that thought kicking and bullying him was fun.

And now with this man, everything in his life was juuuuust perfect.

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Hikaru grumpily stomped out of the bathroom, after spending almost half an hour showering; first because he didn't want to get out and strangle the boy he was keeping captive in his room, which he knew with certainty he'd do it at the moment the boy would send him one of him nasty, disgusted glances (it was the second day the boy was a resident in his room and he still refused to shower with him!); and second, he really loved taking showers. Yeah yeah, a filthy, vicious pirate like him, to take a liking in bathing, it was probably considered as a joke, but Hikaru sincerely loved to smell and feel clean.
Since his crew members didn't find the douche as delightful as he did, he demanded them take a bath at least twice a week, and whoever didn't got severely punished. For fuck's sake, why did he have to stand the stench of sweat and fish, especially when he detested the taste of those slippery, stinking Neptunian, slimy sea-animals?

Thankfully, there were two other men on his ship that liked showering as much as he did. (Well, okay, not like-like but at least Naruto understood just how important taking a shower every day was. Waya, on the other hand, appreciated every second of being under the stream of water.) And since Hikaru spent most of his time walking around with Waya and every now and then climbed up to Naruto's observation post, he thanked god for sending him at least two clean men. (Not that there was a god, in Hikaru's opinion. But still, who else can he praise? Satan?.. Actually, that didn't look like such a bad idea all of a sudden.)

Oh, wait, he forgot that boy that he just brought there a day ago, who already took three showers (a day?). Of course, the purpose of his shower was very different from Hikaru's; while Hikaru took the opportunity he had and enjoyed the shower while washing the heat and scent of blood off his body, the boy did it in order to wash Hikaru out of him.

But it occurred to Hikaru that even though the boy probably used his own shampoo and soap, since he didn't bring his toiletries with him, he still had the same odor of Vanilla and fresh flowers. (or was it honey?) It was rather new to smell something so...clean, so out of place in such environment, but he wasn't complaining. If only that kid wasn't so prime and proper, he might've been able to enjoy it tremendously.

But hell, what is he thinking? Didn't he decide not to touch him anymore? After all, he is a guy, no matter how feminine his features and figure were. …but then again, why was he keeping him around in that case?

Hikaru mentally growled as he saw the bed empty, spotting the young male sitting coiled in the corner, his arms wrapped around his legs as those were brought to the boy's chest, his head bent and resting on his knees, his hair falling around him gracefully.

The first thought that came to Hikaru's mind was; So fucking long. The second thought was when a scowl appeared on his face. What the hell was this kid doing?

"Oi, didn't I tell you to wait for me in bed?" he growled, didn't he tell him the day before to always wait for him on bed after shower? Not that he actually planned to do anything, since he already got his daily fuck, but he'll be damned if he was to tell this to the boy. The fear in his eyes was too addictive.

He tightened the knot on the towel wrapped around his waist and waited for the boy's head to rise, growing impatient by the moment until same teen decided to acknowledge his presence and cocked his head up, staring for a whole minute at Hikaru's almost naked body; his eyes rested for a moment on the golden necklace, dullness replaced with some curiosity, and then he turned to stare at the wall. Hikaru cocked an eyebrow as he noticed the slight tinge of pink on the boy's cheeks.

"…could you please put some clothes on before you get out of the shower, sir?" he asked quietly.

Ah, so that was what bothered him. He shrugged and stepped towards his closet leisurely. "Well, it's my room, so I can walk around naked if I want to."

He could have felt the boy glaring at his back and smirked as he heard a hissed, "Then transfer me to a different room."

"No can do, kid." Hikaru chuckled as he heard the soft gasp and the inaudible question of 'why?'. "Well, that's easy, princess. Because it's more convenient having you here."

"Why, because this way you don't have to look for me to rape me?!" he half-accused.

Hikaru shrugged and dropped the towel from his waist. "Yeah. Actually that's the only reason I don't pass you over to Waya. First, the crew would probably tear you to shreds at the moment you'd pass through this door. Second, Waya would fuck you too many times, and I don't want broken toys."

"Is that what I am for you? A toy?"

"Exactly." Hikaru replied curtly, already uninterested with the conversation. "I don't do mediocre, second rated, imperfect and flawed." He jerked a pair of boxers out of his drawer and pulled it up his tanned legs, fixing the strap. "I don't use to share my toys; not the ones I actually consider worthwhile. At the moment somebody else touches you- you're spoiled to me. I won't ever lay a finger on you again."

Hikaru turned around to face the boy after also wearing a clean pair of jeans and blinked as he saw the brooding expression over his captive's face. "What exactly is occupying this beautiful head of yours?" he asked amused, kneeling down and looking into the boy's eyes. "You can't possibly be planning to seduce my crew members now, could you?"

The boy yanked back as Hikaru's hand brushed his cheek, groaning as he forgot just what he was slumped against exactly and bumped his head on the wall, biting his lip as if to not humiliate himself further.

Hikaru's eyes were shimmering with sudden lust. "That's it, babe." He let out in a husky voice that he had no idea where it came from at the same moment. "That's what I want to hear while I have you under me." He huffed and pulled the boy away from the wall, smirking as he heard a weak yelp and pinned him down to the floor, his hands firmly on his shoulders. "I wonder what I should do with you, little guy." He let one hand slowly trace along the skin between his shoulder and his neck. "Every time I decide to refrain from having you, you do something that makes me want you even more."

The boy stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "But I did nothing…" he whispered shakily, pressing his hands to Hikaru's chest as he tried pushing him away, his fingers entangling with the golden necklace Hikaru seemed to always wear. "You already had you way with me once today, you can't have it twice..!"

"Why not?" Hikaru cocked an eyebrow, amused with the boy's reasoning that came a second later.

"Because-- because once if enough! Because it hurts--!"

"It might hurt to you, but to me it gives only pleasure."

At that Hikaru received an avid glare. "So once again you're going to consider your own will only."

Smirking, Hikaru licked his lips. Rage, he should remember that, was making the boy look even more beautiful. "Didn't I make that obvious earlier?" How can he possibly make the boy fume like this more often?

He could've taken him now, but didn't he decide not to?.. (as he decided after the first time he had him, and look what happened) Can he really let it slip just like the previous times and say it was only from uncontrollable lust? He can control this; he knew he can. It wasn't a matter of letting other people know whether he had sex with a guy again or not (and he was sure they would all know, especially with the guy's loud screams), but he would know. Can he really live with such fact? Since he wasn't all that homophobic to begin with, until it had anything to do with him. (Ah but of course, Waya's constant presence and harassment had something to do with it.)

But what can he do if he wanted the boy so badly it made an unbearable strain on his groin?

He barely heard the teen's hissed, "Get off of me," when he found the solution. Grinning brightly, Hikaru did as the boy pleaded and got off of him, placing his hands on his hips and looking positively frisky. The boy only stared dumbfounded at him and sat up, clutching his own collar and looking worrisomely up at the cheerful captain.

"Go get yourself something to drink, kid." He said merrily and looked back to the table; the tray of food was long forgotten and he only now noticed there was no trace of it. Deck boy must have been here and took it while I was showering, as usual. But he didn't care about that at the least, and only stepped towards his table to grab his bottle of rum.

Walking back towards the boy, almost gliding over the floor, he took a long sip from it and then pushed it in front of the guy's face, offering him some. "Drink, you'll need it." He ordered.

The boy stared at the bottle offered to him and wrinkled his nose, scowling up at Hikaru. "I don't drink alcohol."

"Oh, come on, it's just rum. And besides, I don't care if you're a minor, nobody here cares and your parents won't ever know about it."

That only earned him a firm, hard look. "I don't like alcohol, sir." He let out stiffly. Hikaru only shrugged,

"Stupid bitch, your loss." He took another mouthful of the bitter alcohol and grabbed the boy's chin, yanking it forward as he bent a little. "This would be the last kiss I ever give you, kid, so try to memorize it." He purred and pressed his lips gently against the boy's, making sure this time he won't cause him to pull his head back too fast, (not that it worked very well, since the kid immediately flinched and tried to draw back from the kiss, probably repulsed by both his lips and the taste of alcohol. Not that Hikaru cared.) and might even let him enjoy the kiss; his tongue flicked gently between the boy's lips and his hand buried itself in his silk-like hair, gripping it tight as the boy struggled, but not harshly, his lips capturing the boy's upper lip, then recapturing his bottom lip, moaning as again, the clean, chaste taste crept into his mouth, making him add a bit more force into the kiss, yet making sure that besides his beard scathing the boy's gentle skin, no pain was inflicted on him. Slowly inserting his tongue into the other male's mouth, Hikaru licked the boy's shy tongue with slow strokes, pulling on his hair and forcing him to tilt his head up to deepen the kiss, Hikaru moaned at the sweet taste mixing with his saliva, his control slowly dissipating as the lad's resistance also mildly died down, his hands still on Hikaru's chest, but they were not shoving with the same intense urgency.

Was he starting to enjoy this? Was the only thought in Hikaru's mind before he yanked himself away from the boy, panting for air as it suddenly dawned on him, just how close he was to take the boy again, this time… maybe with his consent, and quickly released the boy's hair, getting to his feet. He looked down at the unbelievably radioactive shade of red on the boy and gulped as he figured he was just as much as shocked as he was.

"I bet you didn't like that one, too." He huffed breathless, feeling both smug and aggravated at the boy's reaction (especially because he had to stop it midway). He got no answer, but he didn't need one; he was obviously shocked with himself. It wasn't as if he responded to the kiss, but having his fierce objection falter, must've been burning him from the inside.

What now?

That question seemed to resonate in his mind, every time louder than the previous time. He then made up his mind; this kiss meant something. He never kissed a girl after she did it, and he wouldn't do it with a guy.

He started undoing the few buttons on his jeans he managed to do before this whole mess started and stared into the frowning boy's eyes, "One last chance, drink something now or do it afterwards."

It was as if the boy did not comprehend the situation. Was he really that innocent? Did he know absolutely nothing about any of this? That only made Hikaru more excited. He'd have the boy's each and every first. First slap, first kiss, first fuck and now this… he licked his lips expectantly.

"No? Fine then. Get up." He ordered curtly, taking off his pants and throwing it to the side. As the boy did not move Hikaru scowled. "I don't have all day." He huffed, grabbing his forearm and pulled him up, ignoring the startled yelp he drew. "Ugh, why do you have to be so damn slow? Just get the fucking going!" he stepped towards his armchair and sat down on it, forcing the boy down on his knees in front of him. "You do know what you have to do now, don't you?"

When he lifted his azure eyes up slowly to meet Hikaru's olive-green ones, he shook his head slowly. That made him groan, and he yanked down the waistband to reveal his hard, pounding shaft in front of the boy's eyes. He watched him gasp and as he tried to crawl and scurry away, Hikaru's hand was shot and clutched in his hair, pulling his forward. "Oh, no, babe, you're not going anywhere." It took me too damn long to find a solution to this problem.

He tried struggling again but Hikaru grabbed his chin and forced it up. Lowering his lids to half-mast, the boy gazed up at Hikaru, his face relatively flushed with the situation. "..w-what do you want me to do exactly?" he whispered weakly, his form shivered just slightly.

Hikaru smirked and let go of his chin, forcing his head closer to his groin. And with a single, short word, he made the already pale boy turn completely sallow.

"Suck."

It didn't really help, the boy's continuous attempts to pull away and evade it; Hikaru's grip was too firm, and the more the boy objected, the more impatient he became. Two minutes later, Hikaru lost his control and forced the boy's head down, hissing with anger. "Do it now, unless you want your friend's head to decorate the wall over my bed."

Freezing, the boy tried pulling away again, but it felt like more of an instinct than his immediate refusal to his condition. "I don't want to." He whispered, his voice shaking uncontrollably just as his whole body was. Hikaru felt it against his hand as well as his thigh, the warm breath he was huffing was making his arousal twitch with anticipation. "I don't want to." The boy breathed again. But Hikaru didn't wait for another declaration like this one. With one sharp movement, he pressed the boy down against his erection and moaned as he felt warm, thin lips slightly parted over his skin.

"Oh fuck…" he inhaled sharply, stretching his head back. It's been almost three days without any sex for him, before he brought the boy, and this… this was amazing. Just knowing who these lips belonged to. It was overwhelming. The boy whimpered, but he didn't care; all that mattered was his own pleasure. That was the only thing that always mattered. "Open your mouth, bitch, or I'll break your jaw." Hikaru hissed as the boy just wouldn't put it in, making the cold air touch his heated cock.

He only shivered and slowly parted his lips, his figure trembling so violently Hikaru was starting to wonder if it made the whole ship move. But all thoughts disappeared from his mind as his shaft was slowly covered with heat and moistness, the feeling making him groan with pleasure and he tightened his hold in the boy's hair. "Oh yes, baby… now suck it to your heart's desire."

For a moment there was nothing, and then a slow tension started to appear in Hikaru's lower stomach as the boy's lips wrapped around the heated flesh that was inside his mouth. He moaned at the muffled slurping noises that came from the boy's lips and bucked his lips. At that moment there was a choking noise that came deep from the kneeling chap's throat and he tried to pull away, but Hikaru's hand forced him to stay where he was. "Don't even dare to think about it." He hissed, bucking his lips again and earning a groan from the boy, moaning himself as the vibration that came after that made his member twitch.

"Fuck yeaaah…" he purred, pulling on the boy's hair and forcing him to let his cock out a bit, then forced it back forward to take the previous covered length back into his mouth, starting to bob his head back and forth to the length of his shaft.

As he started to feel warm, tiny drops on his skin, he inhaled through clenched teeth. To him, it was the most sexiest thing in the world; to have someone crying while he was fucking his mouth. His hands started stroking the boy's glossy hair, purring delighted and bucking his hips every now and then. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his climax, his cock aching with such force he felt as if he was about to explode at any second, whirls of pleasure washing all over his body and making him shiver.

"Oh god…" he moaned loudly, abruptly releasing his semen into the boy's mouth, his fingers numb in his hair.

The boy froze, small spasms making his whole body twitches as he yanked away, pushing the foreign object out of his mouth and coughed, spitting all of the white, sticky liquid out of his mouth. He got to his feet as quickly as possibly and sprinted towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him in his rush.

All Hikaru heard afterwards was the sound of gasping, coughing and whizzing, and Hikaru had the slight suspicion he was vomiting.

…how rude.

Standing up, he pulled the strap of the boxers back up to his waist and paced towards the bathroom's door. Opening it slowly, he was about to hiss some venomous remark at the boy, when he saw him slumped in front of the pan, his hands gripping the rim of the toilet seat so tightly his fingers turned plain white.

He watched him heave and cough every couple of seconds, spitting into the toilette as his shoulders trembled slightly in his quiet sobbing. Staring for a few moments more, Hikaru forced a deep sigh back.

"Get up and wash your face. You can brush your teeth with my toothbrush." He said dully, turning to leave the bathroom. "And take a shower, you can use it." He stepped slowly out of the small room and closed the door after him, knowing that soon enough he would hear the lock turning in its latch. Dropping back over the bed and staring at the ceiling, Hikaru noted to himself to remember and tell Waya to call the deck boy and order him to clean the sperm from his floor.

Sighing, his hand automatically rested on his chest and grabbed the small necklace he was wearing all the time and held dear to his heart.

…now what?

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…holy censorship! (remind me what censor is again?)
Well, that was the forth chapter in all his glory! (who would've thought I'd add something so… vulgar? So soon D: )
Well, anyways.. sorry it took so long sighs I am so tired right now. (22 pages, people!)
I deserve reviews! I think I earned it for three chapters longer than 10 pages! (two were 19-20!)

Anyways… on May 30th I have my anniversary with my beloved Hao! 3 and we going to eat ramen and spend the day together
Babe, you know I love you most.
'till next chapter, Raven.
(revieeeew ;;)