In the Eye of the Storm.

A/N: Oh wow. It's been… three months already? That much?.. Damn.
This chapter was ready… two months ago. But I am a lazy bitch, I wasn't in the mood to update… boohoo, slap me. (..:C my friend already have. –RPs-) Sigh. I dunno what to say about this chapter except that, it is long. Not "OMG die bitch I'm not gonna read it!" long.. but long enough.

Hm.. I'm done with ranting. I started working, so I barely have time to write… but I will update, promise! I will try doing it once a month. I feel bad enough for making you wait all these months. Meh…

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Yagami Taichi didn’t close an eye all night long.

The haunting screams and yells of his master echoed within the walls and penetrated through his mind even a few hours after they died down. His heart clenched at the painful sound.

Five days, was it? Five days that he was locked in this place, without any food and water, without seeing the daylight. He already got used to the darkness, but he needed the fresh air. The mildewy air he had there only made him have nauseas and feel trapped, and he hoped Akira didn’t live in the same conditions he did.

He didn’t know what hour it was, since he had no windows; and until the deck boy did not arrive, he assumed it was still night. Supper was brought to him many hours ago, yet he didn’t touch it. He refused to eat until he would know Akira was eating; until then, he preferred fasting. How could he ever eat while knowing his young master was being malnutritioned again?

He didn’t get to see Yamato yet, but he hoped he’d be there soon; he needed to ask him about the boy, to know if he drank his pills, if he finally ate, and most importantly, ask him if he was okay.

Tonight’s screams… were wrecking him. So loud and helpless after the two days of silence, and he knew, he felt, something just went wrong again. That man must have gone extra harsh on him, but there had to be a reason for the sudden change..! Did Akira talk back to him again?

The nescience and lack of knowledge were keeping him impatient and distressed, desperate for the morning to arrive and with him, the deck boy.

He just hoped it would happen soon, because he wasn’t sure just how long he was going to be able and resist the urge to break the door down and run like a madman to look for his master.

…

Yamato was no longer peaceful. At the moment he woke up, he knew the day would completely suck, and if it won’t be the pissed captain, it’d be the bitchy prisoner of his.

How the hell did his life turn out to be so damn complicated again?

Walking towards the kitchen after washing his face and brushing his teeth, Yamato faced the person he least wanted to see on that morning.

“Going somewhere, Goldilocks?”

That pest of a first mate, and oh great, he was in the mood for playing around. “What is it, Waya?” He asked evenly. It’d only be smarter if he won’t ignore and mess around with him so early. The faster he tells him off, the faster he would go.

“Oh, edgy I see?” The first mate chuckled, an amused grin spreading on his lips. “Those red eyes and dark bags under them tell me you didn’t sleep well tonight.”

“What is it to you?”

“Nothing, really.” He shrugged carelessly. “I assume you heard Princess’ screams? It disrupted everyone’s sleep, it seems.” He then eyed Yamato for a long moment. “Going to snoop around captain’s room and tell your beloved bushy friend?”

Yamato glared immediately. “I don’t give a fuck about that guy, and I don’t go ‘snooping around’, as you say, I just overhear things!” What did this man want from him so early in the morning?! “I have to bring Captain his food, is there something you want or can you fucking leave me alone?”

Waya only snickered at that. “I want too many things, lad.” He grinned at him, making him frown. “But I have time. So no worries, I won’t hump you… just yet.”

Grunting, Yamato turned around and stepped towards the kitchen door. Whatever, god, was it impossible to get some peace and quiet in the mornings? Even if it was he, wasn’t there a rule that says molesting someone at nine A.M. is illegal? Jesus.

“Oh, by the way. You might want to bring some new sheets to Captain. He sure needs ‘em.” He added chuckling and walked away leisurely. Yamato blinked at that and turned around to look at his back. What?..

Getting smacked on the back of his head by the cook, Yamato woke up from his daydreaming. “Hn?”

“Stop blocking the way and take the tray to Captain's room before that man cuts both your and my heads off!” The cook hissed and put the tray of food on Yamato’s outstretched arms. “Get going, lazy bum!” He shoved him out of the room and slammed the door closed behind him.

For fuck’s sake, was there not even one person on this ship that respected him?!

“Great, not the captain nor the stupid fucker, but the COOK!” He wondered how human-scum meat would taste. No, not for him; for the sharks. Though he wondered what would happen if he’d kill the man and boil him inside a pot full of water and then serve it to all of the people he hated on this ship. And oh, there were lots.

When he was stepping next to the supply room he remembered Waya’s words and frowned. Should he bring sheets, just in case he was right? After last night’s screams… well, it might be the smartest, most practical thing to do. (And if he was wrong, he could always bring it back. He was supposed to return and bring the prisoner’s food anyways.)

Getting inside and picking the best set he found, he stepped up to the upper deck and knocked on the captain’s door three feeble times. He wasn’t suicidal, damn it. The only two who were allowed to knock on it loudly were the first mate, and that blond dude he never really met, that was spending most of his time on the observation post.

Why were they the only ones allowed to do so? He had no idea, and he didn’t plan to ask. He learned in the hard way not to (ever) ask any questions, and always keep his nose stuck in his own business. Or else… (The life without a nose could be very difficult, mind you.)

As he heard the captain’s growled, “Come in.” He hoped he was not disturbing anything, though he did assume they were done since the boy was not screaming anymore.

He quickly opened the door and entered, strolling towards the table and putting the tray down on it while placing the plates down. He tried not to listen to the conversation that was taking place in the room, but he couldn’t not have heard.

“Get up. Breakfast is ready.” The captain said in a cool voice, standing next to his closet and rummaging through his clothes.

“I am not hungry.”

…Such a weak voice. He glanced back at the bed and gaped just slightly at the sight; the boy; the poor, pale boy was lying on the bed, his long, dark hair falling from the edge of the it as he was resting with his back to him and made it possible to see the red marks on his back. Did that man hit him..? God, was he seriously capable of hurting such a weak-looking guy? That was absolutely evil, even for a pirate.

There were bite marks on his neck and his arm, the visible one at least, and one of them had some dry blood around it, a short trail of the blood that trickled from it remained coagulated while some of it was smeared on his pale skin and the white sheets.

First mate sure knew what he was talking about…
“I don’t remember asking you to eat, I demand you to do so.” The captain responded after finding a pair of jeans and a black, buttoned shirt. “Or do you want last night’s events to reoccur?”

Yamato saw the boy stiffen and knitted his eyebrows. “Do as you wish, sir.” Was his only reply, and Yamato stared with wide eyes at him. Was he fucking insane?!

“Be sure I will, but I don’t think staining my sheets with your blood on a regular basis would be so clever of me. Especially when we’re in the middle of the sea and…” he smirked at that, “Some stains are irremovable.”

Tightening his jaw, the boy said nothing at that, and Yamato clutched his fist. This man… is terrible. Touya was now suffering the same treatment he used to bear with, only with the same man all the time. Was that the reason he was so sympathizing with him?

“I wonder, what are you still doing here, even after you’re done with serving the food?” He heard the captain’s voice, so sudden and calm it made him jump.

“I,” He was caught off guard, the glimpse of a golden necklace that rested on the captain’s chest caught his attention for a mere second and made him almost forget his reason for staying, which he didn’t really have. “First Mate told me you need fresh sheets, and, um…” He glanced back at Touya and felt himself frowning. “Should I go and return later?”

“No.” The captain glanced at the reflection of the room in the mirror attached to the inner side of the closet, closed the wooden doors and hung his clean clothes on his shoulder. “Do it now. But first, we must make Princess get off the bed.” He paced to it and bent slightly, when the boy’s head immediately snapped back at him,

“Don’t you dare touching me with your filthy hands!”

Yamato could’ve heard the wheels in his head screech. What the hell is this boy doing!

“Say that again?” His captain’s smile only made his blood chill, and he knew he HAD to butt in.

“Um, sorry to interfere but, did you drink your pills yesterday?” He asked the glaring boy. It only made both heads turn to look at him, the captain’s with a blank look and the boy’s with confusion.

“Yes, I did…” He said in a soft, astonished voice. He seemed to be surprised, and was probably wondering what was the reason that had made him ask that, but, well, telling him he wanted to stop the upcoming quarrel and inform his condition to that man downstairs in front of the captain… well, that was also suicidal.

But could he really stop them from fighting, now or at any other time?

…

“And he’s going to do so today, as well, so if you’ll forgive us,” Hikaru snorted, as if he really cared, and grabbed the boy by the arm. “Get going, deckboy, I don’t have all day.”

He quickly picked his captive up, wrapped with the bloodstained bedspread and ignored the loud gasp of pain he received from him; the fact that he was now clinging to his neck with all his might made him absolutely smug. Highly amused, Hikaru stepped towards the deck boy and passed next to him, dropping his clothes on the table next to the food while making sure the boy was held safely in his arms.

“Put me down.”

Was the hissed demand Hikaru heard as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind, but that only made him chuckle. “You know, I would’ve, really, but if you didn’t notice, these are your arms that wrap around my neck.”

While lowering the lid on the toilet sit, he felt the boy holding his breath as his thin, bruised arms slowly released his neck, “I didn’t want to fall.” Was the weak reasoning and Hikaru was positively sure the boy was blushing.

“Well you aren’t gonna fall now, you know.” He stated amused, lowering the boy down to sit on the toilets closed lid, looking down at him with estimating eyes.

Last night he went extremely harsh on the boy, but other than being overly snappish and physically bruised, there seemed to be no other changes. Yeah, at that peculiar moment he cried, probably from both pain and humiliation, but he expected today to be… filled with hits and curses. Or at least some long periods of time of not-so-awkward silence.

But no, the boy was relatively calm when he did not touch him. Yes, he was still treating him with the same odiousness, and yes, he was still unwilling to listen or look at him; but all in all he wasn’t telling him off in the frequency he expected him to, after what he’s done.

He has made an umpteen of girls bleed in the past, but he’s never done it with a man. He knew with certainty that if anyone would’ve ever done to him the same thing he did to the boy, he’d kill that person in an instant. Making a guy bleed was the most humiliating thing one could undergo, and he aimed to humiliate the guy, but why, for heaven’s sake, was he so calm?

“Why are you staring at me, sir?”

As Hikaru heard that he was pulled out of his reverie and blinked, focusing his look on the boy in question. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to take that bloody mantel off.”

Clenching his teeth, the boy stood slowly up. “Would you please stop using foul words when you’re with me?” He didn’t snap at him. That was quite new. He watched the beautiful boy peeling the blanket from his skin and knit his eyebrows slightly.

“I didn’t use any foul words this time.” He huffed annoyed. Why was he letting him tell him what to do, damn it? He was the captain on this ship, not the spoiled brat.

“Here.” He said as he was fully naked, trying to hide his body and the flush on his cheek with his hair. “Give it to Yamato-san, we should not keep him waiting for too long.”

Hikaru stared at the pale, lithe body for a few moments and then sighed, “Sure, whatever kid.” He huffed and opened the bathroom door and looked around in search of the deck boy. “Oi?” When he spotted him, he was changing the sheets to his bed. “There. Close the door when you get out.” He threw the bloody covers at his direction and closed the door again, making sure the blond won’t be able to see his beautiful captive’s body.

“Well?” The boy frowned, “Aren’t you going to leave?”

Hikaru cocked his eyebrow. “And why would I do that?” So he wasn’t going to let him in easily. “It’s my bathroom.”

“Then should I be the one to leave?” he asked as he stepped slowly towards the door, making Hikaru’s hand shoot and grab his arm.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Hikaru hissed, yanking the boy towards him. “Cocky bastard, you’re going nowhere, especially not now when deck boy’s outside.”

“Then what do you expect me to do, stay here and let you stare at my body as if it was a chunk of meat?” He exclaimed and pulled his arm out of Hikaru’s grip, making his teeth clench.

“Did last night not teach you a lesson?” He hissed dangerously low.

“…the only lesson it taught me was to stay as far as possible away from you.” A frown marred his forehead and he turned his back at Hikaru, opening the taps while ignoring the captain completely.

“I can teach you the same lesson again.” He growled and clutched his fists. “Don’t make me hurt you further, because I can assure you I enjoy it much more than you do.”

The fact he didn’t say a word at that only made Hikaru more furious. What was this guy thinking, that he could come and bitch at him only cause he made him bleed?! So fucking what, he was his now, he didn’t need permission to fuck him!

“Does that mean you won’t consider my offer?”

“I never had the intention of doing so, sir.” He answered blandly and stepped under the water, his long hair starting to absorb the water and stick to his back, ending in the middle of his butt.

“I see.” Hikaru chuckled. “Well, too bad for you.” He said amused, starting to pull his boxers off, “Because I still plan to have you, whether you like it or not.”

Stretching his arm forwards, the boy started washing the dried blood from his body and huffed, “I didn’t have a doubt you would.”

Hikaru dropped his boxers to the floor and stepped behind the boy, pressing to his back and wrapping his arms around his thin waist. “Then you won’t mind if I do this?” He hummed and sagged his head to the pale neck, pressing his lips to the wet skin while ignoring the way the boy’s whole body stiffened.

“G-get away from me.” He whispered, shivering as Hikaru’s hands caressed up and down his stomach, making him bite his lip.

Hikaru smirked as he saw the effect of his touch on the boy. “Do you like it when I touch you, kid?” He purred into his ear, tracing his tongue over the soft skin of his lobe and chuckled softly as all he received from the fragile boy as a whimper. “Goosebumps, baby?” He purred and slid his fingers up the boy’s chest, pressing two of his fingers over his lips. “Suck.”

Gasping, the boy pulled back and pressed against his chest, “Keep your dirty hands away from me!” He demanded, as if just now waking up from a reverie.

Hikaru’s grin only widened at that and he shoved his fingers into the boy’s mouth. “Shut up and suck or I’ll make it hurt even more.” He whispered, clenching his teeth over his earlobe and suck slowly.

Whimpering again as Hikaru moved his fingers in and out of his mouth, the boy yanked back again as he tried to force Hikaru’s fingers out, shoving them with his tongue without noticing he was doing exactly what Hikaru wanted him to.

“Keep going, baby…” He whispered and huffed on his ear. “I will make you enjoy this time.” He promised, bucking his hips slowly against the boy’s bare butt.

…

NO!

No, no, no! What in heaven’s sake was happening to him?! Was he faltering?! Was he honestly going to give in to that horrible man’s touch? That was preposterous! Why would he ever like the touch of a man that raped him..!

“Nggg!” He tried screaming, but it only emerged as a muffled mumbling. Shaking his head forcefully, Akira tried the last resort; he dug his teeth into the captain’s fingers and yanked away from the wide, muscular body as he drew a groan from him. Panting at his desperate attempt, Akira turned around and pressed against the wall, looking at the man with wary eyes. “S-stop assaulting me… I am not-- I won’t be humiliated by you again!”

The man cursed glibly and glared daggers at him, raising his hand to the air, the action alone making Akira flinch and close his eyes forcefully. All those slaps he got from the man in the past few days made him expect it randomly and frequently. He couldn’t have expected anything less than that from the man.

As a few moments passed and confusion took over the fear as he still didn’t feel the stinging sensation of the man’s hand over his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes, noticing the man had his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze boring down at him.

“What, did you actually expect me to slap you?” He asked mockingly.

Akira’s jaw clenched, his pride wounded at the man’s words. Was he doing this on purpose? Was that going to be another way to humiliate him?.. How was he supposed to let it slip without any retort?

“I assume you weren’t planning to do that, sir?” He bit out, clutching his fist and pulling it close to his body. Why? Why was this man insisting on playing these games? To show he had the upper hand? To show he was stronger? Akira already knew all of that.

He only got a smirk in return, and immediately after the man stepped under the water and tilted his head up, letting the stream of water play with his blond bangs, his black beard looking even darker, if possible, as it got soaked with water. Akira looked away with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his back at the man.

“You know… that angle is rather dangerous for you.”

Stiffening, Akira took a few steps away, making sure he was out of the man’s reach and stared at the sink.

Millions and millions of thoughts crossed his mind as he listened to the captain hum a soft tune, his voice merging with the sound of the pouring water, and Akira hoped the man would finish soon.

His hair was dripping, sticking to his back, nape and shoulders; making it impossible for him to get used to the temperature of the bathroom after getting out from under the hot water. He slowly started to feel his body temperature decrease.

This… all of this, none of this-- it just wasn’t worth is. Being with the man, bearing his presence and touch and words. It was all so new to the boy, he didn’t know how to deal. Never in his life did anyone speak to him the way the captain does. To him, of him. He used to live in such a calm environment, surrounded by only a few individuals such as his wardens. Never did he have the reason nor the right to cuss, and hearing it had only randomly occurred when his second warden was in a foul state of mind (which did not happen that randomly, but why being petty?).

He missed his guardians. Taichi as well as the one he’d left behind. Left behind… that notion made him feel bad enough; he didn’t leave the man behind. He had no choice. His grouchy warden declined his offer to join, and as much as he was disappointed from his answer, Akira respected his will. He couldn’t stop from wondering, though, what was the man doing now. Were they aware of the fact his ship was attacked? Do they know he’s been kidnapped, or do they believe he drowned?

Shivering again, this time at the thought, Akira crossed his arms over his chest, his hands grabbing his upper arms. If they believed he was dead, then… then he really had no one anymore. His parents would probably mourn over his death, and after a while they will forget, the only memory of him would be his failure in giving them an heir, thus ending the family dynasty.

Taichi would be the only person to remember him, to know that he was still alive, and to love him unconditionally. But what if the captain got mad at him for disobeying again? Would he kill Taichi? He couldn’t let it happen, since his warden was all that Akira had left.

What will be of him if he ever lost him? Living in this ship was hard enough for the few days he spent here; whether he was… raped, by that man, or just sleeping by his side, it took Akira all of his strength and will power not to flee out of his room and try finding his guardian himself.

Sighing, he closed his eyes. No; he couldn’t do such a thing, that would only make the man even more aggravated and violent, and Akira wasn’t willing Taichi to pay the price.

But waiting patiently won’t do, either. What should he do?

Stiffening as he felt a muscular arm wrapping around his waist, Akira was pulled back towards the man and gasped as he felt the hot water hitting his head, yanking back and pressing against the man’s chest to get away from the stream.

He only heard him chuckle softly before muttering against the shell of his ear, “Why shiver there alone when you can shiver here with me, little kitten?”

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Touya Kouyo shut himself inside his office, his usually calm features now severe; his eyes dull with dark rings around them, small wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes.

Sitting in a seiza posture on his small puffy beige cushion, the man did nothing but stare at the cup of hot tea on the table, dismissing the maid that had brought it into the room a few moments earlier.

Things didn’t go well for the silver-haired man, as he found out today in the morning. He didn’t even expect it, having his breakfast interrupted and being given such news. As soon as he heard the man’s raspy notice, what he did manage to stuff his mouth with didn’t go down; on the contrary, it immediately started ascending back up his oesophagus, and he felt the need to vomit stinging his throat. He couldn’t digest anything, not what he ate before and not what he was chewing at the moment the man burst into his dining room. He pressed a napkin to his lips when the man hurled the news at him.

His son was kidnapped.

And since that moment, Touya Kouyo was at a loss; of words, of air, of any rational thought. His only son was abducted by who knows whom, probably being tortured while he sipped from his tea and went to other nobles’ social assemblies with his wife.

His dear, fragile Akira. On the ship of some unknown pirate, all alone, without having anyone with him to protect him. Yes, he trusted Yagami to protect him with his life, but that only meant the man was already dead. Kouyo’s heart clenched at the thought, as the boy he practically adopted in his early years of marriage made his way into his heart, and the idea of having him dead pained him more than he expected. But what tortured him most was the concept of his son, his own flesh and blood, dead by the man that kidnapped him.

Nothing compared to the burning twinge in his chest as he thought of his innocent, obedient son, blood staining his clothes. He was finding it hard to breathe, hard to swallow.

He couldn’t have known, could he? For such a thing to happen, on the only occasion he let the boy out. He now regretted it, deadly. His decision was acutely wrong; letting his only son and heir spend time outside the mansion, where he could’ve gotten hurt, ill, or in this case, kidnapped.

What was he supposed to do? Putting aside the fact he did not have another successor, he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing his dear boy again. And his wife? How was he supposed to tell his wife about this?

As he heard a soft knock on the door, Touya Kouyo looked up from his cup of tea (which already got cold, his mind automatically registered), and took a deep breath to calm himself down. “Enter.”

The wide door slowly opened, and a tall, raven-haired man stepped agilely into the room, closing the door behind him. Pacing into the room and closer to his boss, the man’s eyes turned slightly bright again, as if he just woke up from a very deep dream, and examined the impeccable look of the man.

His shoulders-lengthed black hair tied back with a string, not even one hair out of place; his straight posture and the way his face gave nothing away reminded Kouyo of the perfect stoic expression only one more person, beside the young man in front of him possessed, and that person was his son.

“Did you want to see me, sir?” The raven-haired man asked, his deep, obsidian eyes boring into his silver-haired master’s.

“Yes, Uchiha-kun. Please, have a seat.” He said in a calm, even voice. He found it hard, telling the Uchiha what has occurred. The stoic boy was, indeed, indifferent, but he knew he had a weak spot in him for his son.

Waiting for him to sit on the cushion across from him, Kouyo pondered of the best way to tell his employee what he wanted, what was necessary, and what he wanted him to do.

“I apologize, sir, but before we continue, I must ask.” The raven-haired male said, a repressed tinge of concern in his voice. He waited for his lord to give him permission before he continued, and when he got it, he did. “It’s been three days since the ‘Siren Lied’ was supposed to harbor.”

The elder man nodded once, “That is the reason I called you here, Uchiha-kun.” The young male features tensed immediately, but he said nothing, only staring at the nobleman as he waited impatiently for him to continue. “Akira’s ship has been attacked.”

The Uchiha’s elegant, dark eyebrows shot up at once, and a moment later he forced back him calm façade. “Are there any survivors?”

“We don’t know yet.” Kouyo said softly, after seeing the way his son’s warden reacted and the way he tried to hide it.

“Milord, I know Yagami is quite a jester, but I can assure you that regarding Akira-kun’s life, he will do more than he’s capable of.”

“And he did.” Was the silent reply. “The captain of ‘Siren Lied’ said he fought both the captain and his subordinate.”

After a long moment of thought, the man uttered, “Did he?”

“Lose, yes. Eventually, the pirate took Akira and Yagami-kun onto his ship, and the captain said he didn’t seem quite keen to kill either. There may be a faint chance they’re still alive.”

“The faintest it may be, we must make sure--“

“This is why I called you, Uchiha-kun.” Kouyo’s eyes bore into the two obsidians that returned the gaze. “I want my son back home, if he’s alive.” Swallowing at his next thought, he continued. “And if he’s dead… I want his body for proper burial. My son deserves a fitting requiem.”

All the Uchiha did was nod once, and Kouyo saw something appear in his eyes for a mere second. Was it… grief?

“I shall leave as soon as a ship is ready.”

Nodding, Touya Kouyo dismissed the young man and watched him get to his feet, bow and step towards the door. As he turned the doorknob and pulled it open, he called his name. “Taking into consideration that my son is alive, it would be awfully hard to get him out of the pirate’s hold. Will you risk your life in order to retrieve him?”

The young man turned to look at his lord, his eyes glowing with intensity, “Without giving it a second thought, milord.”

After his departure, Touya Kouyo sat quietly in the same position, staring into his now cold cup of tea as he previously did, and mused over his conversation with the raven boy. He knew what would be his answer, but he wanted to hear it with his own ears. Yagami was there more time than the Uchiha, but he knew with certainty that even if the guy feigned indifference, he was more worried than he showed. It was obvious, his eyes gleamed with pain, just as his own did when he heard the news.

Whether his son and his warden were alive or dead, he knew the Uchiha would do everything and anything to make sure their retrieval was possible. Of that he was certain.

At the next knock he heard coming from the door, he raised his head again, only to face his wife’s beautiful, concerned eyes. “The maid said you wanted to see me, dear.”

“Yes, please take a sit, Akiko.” Yes, he had to inform his oblivious wife of their son’s abduction, and Touya Kouyo did not know how to tell her the news. After all, Akira was her only son. Hopefully, he still was.

And so, he began the whole ordeal again.

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Yamato locked the door behind him as he finally entered his idiotic prisoner’s cell. As darkness and silence welcomed him, he felt his previous tension slowly dissipate, as his assumption from earlier was correct. This day did suck. And he was ready to take some more of it as he stepped further into the room, stopping in front of the prisoner himself and putting down the tray of food.

As his eyes already got used to the darkness he noticed the man’s movements, as seemingly he was sitting against the wall on the floor again. Yamato let out a deep heave as he saw the man’s lips move, but didn’t let him time to utter a word.

“Captain’s forcing your dear ‘Akira-sama’ to eat, so shut the fuck up.” He said sharply, his voice filled with mockery at the way the idiot called Touya.

“He eats?” The way he straightened and his eyes lit in a mere second made Yamato blink and run a hand through his blond locks. This man… is completely in love with the boy. There is no doubting it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Yamato answered dully. “Captain got pissed he couldn’t fuck him since he was so weak, so he’s forcing him to eat. He’ll surely take his pills, as well.”

The man clenched his teeth as Yamato commented about the sex, making him clutch his fist. Watching him, the blond narrowed his eyes. Was the man going to refuse eating again? Or was he going to start yammering about the boy’s necessity to eat?

He slightly gaped as what he received from him was a small smile, gulping as it was the first time in the last six days he’d seen him with such expression. “No, I shouldn’t take it as that.” He muttered as if to himself. “As long as Akira-sama is eating well… I am satisfied.”

Yamato stared at the handsome man’s features, barely visible in the dark, and clutched his fist as his immediate instinct was to leave. “Will you eat now?”

The man grunted and pressed a hand to his stomach, “Yes, please. I am so hungry I can eat you all up.” He chuckled as his stomach growled in verification. “I guess it’s obvious now.”

Yamato glared as he felt himself flushing. Eating him all up? What the hell was this man thinking?! “Then just eat, you stupid fucker. I don’t have all day.” He huffed impatiently and shoved the tray further closer to him. “And do it fast.”

And he did. For the first time ever Yamato finally saw the man eat. And it gave him immense satisfaction. Seeing people eat always did, in case he was not hungry that is. But right now he wasn’t, since he took his time to munch on some bread before coming to bring the man’s food. He didn’t think he’d eat, that being the reason he didn’t rush himself, but all in all, he was glad he did. It’s been day six, and he was starting to see the man’s already rather thin figure lose even more weight. (Touya did, as well… but Touya was looking rather anorectic even before day one passed.)

“Damn, I missed eating.” His prisoner’s muffled voice sounded as he munched on a piece of cheese and bread.

Yamato cocked his eyebrow. “Then why didn’t you eat when I asked you to before?” He asked impatiently, wondering why he was staying there even though he already brought the man’s food.

“Because I wanted to make sure Akira-sama eats before eating myself.” He grinned at Yamato, drinking from his water. “As long as he’s healthy I am calm.”

Yamato stared at him for a long moment then knitted his eyebrows. “Oi Yagami.” He had, had to wipe the smile off the man’s face. It was just… unnatural. No, Yamato had to be honest with himself, and that wasn’t the actual reason he wanted to make the man stop smiling.

It was just the reason for his sudden cheerfulness.

“Hm?” The man looked up at him, confused as he was being called by his name.

“Captain made Touya bleed.”

The way his eyes shot wide open at that, the way all of his muscles seemed to stiffen at the same time made Yamato inwardly smirk. One-zero, dude.

“Made him bleed you say?” He let out weakly.

“Yeah.” Yamato said dryly. “Biting marks, fingerprints. Sex. He probably hit him, too.” He watched as the man leaped up on his feet and glared at the door, then shrugged. “You can do nothing so why bother?”

“Let me out.”

“Not gonna happen, dude.”

“Let me out, I must protect Akira-sama!”

“I said no.” He stood up and stepped lazily towards the door, shoving his hands into his pockets. Well, he had no reason to stay now. The man would only bug him for the keys, or even try jumping him. Besides, he already got what he wanted, which was the man to be restless. “Make sure to eat. Touya explicitly asked me to make sure you do.”

“Yamato!”

But he ignored his call. “I’ll be back later with news. Oh, and make sure you finish everything, or I’ll have to tell your dear boy, and he’d probably stop eating his own food.” He pulled out his keys and shoved them into the lock, turning it and opening the door at once. “And you know what that would mean, don’t you?” And yet, he won’t let him return to his previous fasting state. “He’d get even more ill, and the captain would only make him bleed again for disobeying him.”

“Wait, I have to help him!”

“Well, you can’t.” He walked out of the room and looked back inside, at the once again helpless man. “You will see him soon, though. If Touya cares about you enough, that is.”

Yagami’s body stiffened at that. “What do you mean?” He asked hesitantly.

Yamato chuckled, “Captain said that if your little master comes to him for sex he’d let him see you.” He smirked and grabbed the handle. “Didn’t work that well so far, but if you’ll see him this day or another… you already know the reason why.”

At that, he closed the door, locking it immediately and pulled away from it as he heard Yagami’s second call of his name. He stared at the door for a few moments more before turning and leaving. Yeah, he did the right thing. Making the man desperate again… it was the smartest thing. He would know he can do nothing, and would know that if he’d refuse eating again it’d only make Touya to do the same, therefore he won’t.

And the fact he smiled not long ago… yeah, Yamato will remember the smile, but he won’t let it appear from the same reason again. So what if the stupid fuck was in love with his oh dear master? He already decided, upon being rejected. No one ever treated him with apathy, and he won’t take it now, especially not from that stupid man. No, he won’t accept rejection. He learned in the past that to get what he wanted, he had to give something first. And oh, he will. He will give everything he had to get what he wanted, and right now, he wanted the man’s body… and smile.

He never got such a genuine smile before. Especially not since the moment he got on this ship. Well, he did get random smiles from Touya, but that was different. Touya was beautiful, but for some reason Yamato didn’t find himself craving for the boy. On the other hand… he had this inexplicable fixation with the idiot, and since he had nothing to lose…

Why not?

…

Hikaru was sitting on his chair, his legs stretched before him and his arms crossed over his chest as he’s been waiting for the boy to get out of the shower for the last five minutes.

Seriously, can’t the boy spend one minute without him? He probably drowned or slipped. Sighing, Hikaru was about to get up on his feet and go back into the bathroom in order to make sure his toy didn’t actually die when the boy himself opened the door and stepped slowly into the room.

He cocked his eyebrow, an amused smile tugging on the corner of his mouth as his cute prisoner was only wearing a towel, wrapped around his chest and legs just like a girl would do, and was busy currently drying his long hair with another, smaller towel.

“I was just about to come and fetch you.” He said, eyeing the boy’s lean body from his spot behind the table.

“I can walk just fine, sir.” Was the sharp reply, and Hikaru scowled immediately. Again, damn it? He was starting to get really sick of the boy, and seriously, what was he thinking in keeping him there? He should pass him over to Waya, and then the boy would get his punishment. Waya wasn’t one for gentle treatments.

“Give me ten minutes and that won’t be so true.” Hikaru growled, pissed at the attitude he was getting from the boy. Maybe it was because he made him like his touch back in the shower? At that he smirked.

“No thank you.” He responded coolly, pulling the towel off his hair and hanging it half folded on the chair. “When is Yamato-san supposed to come?”

“At the moment we finish eating.” He said calmly and stared into the boy’s eyes, the two azure pools returning the gaze. “Sit down.”

“I don’t plan to sit down and eat naked, sir.”

“What if I insist?” Hikaru knitted his eyebrows, not very amused at the boy’s behavior anymore.

“You won’t.” Two cerulean eyes bore into Hikaru’s olive-green ones. “You can’t force me to eat naked, it’s improper, and it would get me ill.” He stated, removing his locks from his face as they kept forcing their way into his eyes. “I think I have enough worries in that matter.” After a quick glance around, the boy turned back to look at the captain. “Where are my clothes?”

“Hm.” Hikaru got up to his feet and strolled towards his closet, opening it and rubbing his beard as he seemed to consider something before stretching his hand out into it and drawing some garments from inside. “Deckboy took them.” He said bored, stepping back towards the boy. “You don’t expect I’d really let you wear the same clothes again and again?”

“I don’t have any other clothes thanks to you, sir.”

Hikaru chuckled. “Well, too bad.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to walk around naked!”

Standing in front of his beautiful captive, Hikaru shoved the clothes into his arms and smirked. “Do it quick.”

The boy looked confused for a moment, “Eh?”

Hikaru rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you slow on the uptake.” He let out impatiently. It was only then when the boy comprehended what the captain wanted him to do.

“No.”

“Why not? They’re rather comfy.” He said, amusement evident on his face.

“Because they’re yours.” He hissed, glaring up at Hikaru and shoving the clothes back into his arms. “I won’t wear it.”

“Hm. Too bad, again.” Hikaru said curtly. “It’s either my clothes, or your bare royal butt.” The smirk on his face apparently made the boy flush, and Hikaru assumed he knew what he preferred.

“Turn around.”

His eyebrow immediately cocked. “Excuse me?” He snorted at the look he received. “Why would that bother you? I’ve seen you naked for the last six days. I just got out of a shower with you, Jesus, stop being such an idiot.”

“You seem to be tempted to touch me every time you see me naked, Captain.” He hissed. “I can’t and won’t take the risk of making that happen again. I’ve been ravished by you for far too many times.”

Snickering, Hikaru shoved his garments back into the boy’s hands and turned around, wandering around the room with his back facing the boy. “I am not all about sex, you know. I actually have other interests in my life other than fucking you.”

“Which are?” The boy asked disinterestedly, putting the folded clothes down on a chair and then started unwrapping the towel from around his waist.

Hikaru hummed in thought, finding the situation rather humorous as he left one of the closet’s doors open and stared at the inner mirror in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest and watched smugly as the naked boy grabbed his boxers and glared at them loathingly. “Technically, money.” He saw the boy roll his eyes and chuckled. “No, not the money itself. The treasure hunt. I enjoy searching for it.”

“Like a little kid in a game of ‘Hide and Seek’?”

“Yes, that’s a way to put it as well.” He smirked as the boy finally bent down, giving him full view of his pale, small butt and pulled his boxers up his thin legs. “I also like alcohol.”

“I hate alcohol.” The boy wrinkled his nose and stood straight, looking down at the way Hikaru’s boxers were slightly bigger in the thighs, but nevertheless the strap held them still.

“Well, boohoo.” Hikaru licked his lips when the teen looked over his shoulder and slid his hands over his butt to straighten some folds on the boxers. “I like women.”

At that the boy stiffened, pressing two fingers to his lips as they curled up. “Oh, you like women, sir?” He said doubtingly, amusement clear in his voice. “I can see that very well.”

Hikaru frowned at that. “What’s with the scornful tone, bitch?” He watched tentatively as the boy tugged on the material of his boxers, trying to make it longer than it really was, to hide more of his skin. Was he seriously mocking him?

“You can’t really expect me to believe such a statement after all the things you’ve been doing to me for the past few days, do you, sir?” He asked, grabbing the shirt and pulled the sleeves up his arms, shoving his head out of the collar. Three open buttons at the rim of it exposed his collarbone and half of his pale chest, making Hikaru lick his lips once more. What for fuck’s sake made the boy so damn delicious?

“For your information, I am not very thrilled either when I feel your cock pressed against my stomach while I fuck you.” Hikaru smirked as he saw the bright, radioactive shade of red that decorated his captive’s face.

“Stop saying these shameless things!” The boy exclaimed, taking a few moments to calm down and force the blush away. “Enough, I don’t want to hear another single word! You don’t even know what being civil is!”

Hikaru let out a curt laugh, “Of course not. I was not educated the way you were, rich boy.” He traced his thumb over his bottom lip and his beard as the boy turned to make him face his back yet again, too concentrated in buttoning the shirt to notice anything. “No, leave them open.” He smirked as the boy’s head shot up and he stared at him, wide sapphire eyes meeting his jade ones as he turned back and examined him from top to bottom; amusement written all over his face as his eyes roamed the long, pale legs, knowing a mere glace would make the boy turn edgy.

“Y..you were watching, all this time--“ He stated weakly, and Hikaru’s eyes shot up to look back at his face.

“I am allowed to, you know.” He then sighed. Why was he explaining everything to the kid? It was his fucking right. “I own you; therefore, I can do whatever I want with you.”

“You can’t own a person, sir.”

“Hm. I doubt that.” He chuckled and stepped closer to the boy, noting the way he clutched his hands forcefully, his heel inches from the floor as he was probably holding himself from taking a step backwards. “You are my bitch, after all. You know what they say, ‘A virgin’s first, the owner’.”

“Are you completely out of your mind?” The boy snarled, the look he received made Hikaru feel smug, for some unknown reason. “I am a guy, taking this kind of virginity..!” He took a step backwards, the same one he forced himself not to a moment before, and Hikaru’s hand snapped ahead towards him and grabbed his arm.

“It’s still mine.” He pulled him against him, smirking at the wavering eyes staring back at him as his hand wondered up and down the small of his back and pressed the boy’s body to his own. “All of you. Though,” He added jokingly. “I would give my left arm to remove your tongue. Actually, I can still do it.”

The boy yelped, pressing his hands to his mouth and staring wildly into Hikaru’s eyes while trying to pull out of his hold, a thing that made the half-bleached captain let out a somewhat barky laughter.

“What’s that? You scared?” He snorted, slowly letting his hands move lower down his back. “Do you want to keep having your tongue?” He watched him gulp and then nod slowly in affirmative, holding himself from laughing again. “Very well… show me that little tongue of yours so I will decide what to do.” Another shake of his head, and Hikaru cackled. “I can pull it out with my hand, if you prefer, but I don’t think you’d want my filthy fingers inside your mouth again, now would you?”

Biting his lip, the boy pulled his hands off and stared warily into he captain’s eyes, slipping his tongue out to moisten his dry lips. Hikaru’s eyes followed predatorily the movement of his tongue, waiting for it to stop its actions as he held back the will to bite the little pink leech. (Well, at least inversely, since he wanted to be the one to suck on it.)

When he made sure the boy won't trace his tongue over his lips anymore he leaned forwards and slid his tongue over the one he’s been patiently waiting for, watching the way the already wide azure turned saucer-sized and chuckled at the way the pink thing withdrew back into the boy’s mouth. “I think you can keep it for now, kid.” He decided, amused. He let one hand unwrap from his waist and pressed his finger to his beauty’s nose. “You really are innocent, aren’t you?” He muttered, his finger tracing down to the boy’s lips. “How about shutting up instead of always refusing to do as I say?”

“Impossible.” Was the curt answer he received. “It’s inappropriate and unacceptable.”

Hikaru grunted. “God, why can’t you stop being such a stuck up? Who the fuck raised you, the pope himself?”

He frowned at that, “My teachers and Yagami-san did.”

“Figures.” He snorted, tracing his finger along the boy’s jaw line and buried his hand in the long, dark locks. “But I wonder, did they teach you how to pull the stick out your ass by any chance?”

“I don’t think anyone ever bothered to teach it to you, either!” He snapped, then covered his mouth with both hands again. Was he scared of what Hikaru would do to him? Or was it just the fact he implied something… indecorous?

Hikaru chuckled. “Someone decided to finally bare his fangs.” He let go of the slim body completely and took a few steps back, his fingers stroking his beard while he examined the boy. “I wonder if I should chop your claws or just enjoy the scratching?”

“Stop molesting me or I will bite your tongue, captain.”

“Ooh kinky, aren’t we, lad?” Hikaru turned his back on him and stepped towards his chair. “I really prefer you to lick it, actually. Wait, no, sucking is better.” He plopped down on his armchair and gazed back up at him with a smirk. “Sucking is so much better, in every aspect. Don’t you agree?”

Flushing, the boy scowled. “I absolutely disagree, sir, and I would really appreciate it if you’d stop making all these insinuations.”

“Sit down and eat before the food gets even colder.” Hikaru huffed, deciding to ignore the boy’s words and pulled the lid off the platter. “And don’t look at me like this, I am eating the same food as yours, I am not stupid enough to poison my own food.” God, is he ever going to stop being so suspicious?

“I already informed you I am not hungry.”

At that, Hikaru snapped to look at him angrily. “And I informed you I give a fuck, so sit down and eat, you stupid bitch!”

He received a glare in return. “Stop calling me a bitch!”

“Then how the fuck should I call you, hm?”

“I prefer you not to call me at all!” The boy let out a desperate sigh, “Can’t you just stop being so hard?”

“Oh, you telling that to me?” He snorted, “Who the hell’s the stupid fuck that keeps on screaming and crying like a little kid! How old are you, for fuck’s sake! Twelve!?”

“This kind of information is none of your business!”

Hikaru grunted and stood up so sudden his chair toppled back, his fists hitting the table, making a clutter sound as the tray and everything on it, cutlery included, bounced with it. “ARGH you’re going to coax me into killing you if you’ll keep annoying me!” He growled, clutching his fists furiously. Fuck. FUCK! Why the hell is he letting him live!?

“You’ll do me a great favor by doing that, sir.”

Hikaru ran his fingers in his hair and let out a deep sigh. Calm down. He must calm down first. “Sit down or I will break your arm, thank you.” He said calmly, staring blankly at the boy, whom after a few moments of thinking decided to obey.

“Barbarian.”

He cocked his eyebrow as he heard the soft sneer. “Oh excuse me for being so different than toi, milord.” He chuckled mockingly. “Seriously, take off those boxers so I’ll be able to see what’s jammed up your rectum.”

The boy clenched his teeth and tucked a few strands of stray hair behind his ear. “What for, so you would replace it with your stick?”

Hikaru grinned, “Good idea, but no, not right now.” He sat back down and stretched his legs. “You should know, I’m not always horny, boy. So even though I have you here as my bitch, there would probably be some days I won’t demand anything.”

“Liar,” He glared. “Ever since you brought me here there wasn’t even one night you didn’t force yourself on me.”

Hikaru gave him a long, observing look, bringing his hand to his beard, stroking it pensively. “You do know the only reason I do it so many times is to bother you, right?” Gaping, the boy didn’t say a thing, therefore the captain continued. “My libido is quite unique, and I really am never satisfied, but I don’t like having too much sex with the same person for too long. I get easily bored.”

The boy seemed speechless. “…then what should I do to make you stop?” He asked quietly.

Hikaru chuckled. “Hm. That would be, coming to me willingly.”

“Impossible, I already told you.”

“Why? Because it’s humiliating?” He let his tongue moisten his bottom lip while thinking the situation over, the possibilities… it all depended on the way he proposed. “Nobody will know, I can assure you that.”

“I will know, that’s enough.”

“But I’m going to take you anyways.” He said curtly. “Isn’t it the same? You’d feel much less pain if I take you willingly.” He smirked. “I might even give you pleasure.”

“It’s not your duty, sir. I’ve said it before, albeit my appearance, I really am a man.” He sighed and lowered his head to look at his hands, both currently resting on his lap. “I just want you to let me go. This kind of wanton behavior, what you do to me… It’s indecent.” He brushed his hair away from his face as it fell at his sides. “Whether you want it or not, I am not allowed to.”

Hikaru frowned slightly. What was it with this guy? Was he coming from some convent or something? “You’re kind of weird, aren’t you, kid?” He muttered pensively as he grabbed a dagger that was pinned on the table at his side. “Look, let me make this clear.” He grabbed his collar, starting to unstitch the seams and yank it free from his shirt, pulling it over his head. “You see, this is my ship, and here I am the boss. I don’t know where you used to live and how did they treat you there, but I am not planning to treat you the same way.” He got up and stepped around the table, reaching out to the boy. “You can use this to hold your hair back.”

The boy stared at him baffled, his lips slightly parted in a soft gape, “I… uh…” He mumbled, speechless once more. “…thank you.” He took the round band in his hand and pulled his hair through it, tying it loosely down.

Hikaru licked his lips. Did he just thank him? And his face… now with nothing to hide it, he realized the boy was even more beautiful than he previously thought. “Who would’ve thought I’d ever get myself such a beautiful bitch.” He chuckled.

The boy looked up at him with a scowl of his face, his bangs the only remaining of hair that was covering his forehead. “Would you please stop calling me a bitch?”

Giving him half a smirk, Hikaru poked the boy’s forehead with his finger. “I would’ve, really, but I don’t know how to call you.”

“How about using my name, sir?”

“Your name, huh?” He only chuckled at that. “And that would be?” Oh damn, he didn’t usually ask his bitches for their names. Were they starting to get somewhere? Well, he was planning to keep him for quite a while. Might as well try to get along?

The boy seemed to consider his question for a few moments before, “Touya…” he looked up with wary eyes. “My name is Touya.”

Hikaru cackled. “Touya, huh? That’s another feminine thing about you, lad. Touya.” He chuckled. “Quite dike-ish, isn’t it?”

“Stop making fun of my name!” The boy glared. “For heaven’s sake, don’t you ever get tired of aggravating me?!”

Hikaru smirked, “No. Actually, that’s one of the reasons you’re still here, and your tongue is still attached.” He rolled his eyes, “Fine, that and because I bet kissing you won’t be as much as appealing if you have no tongue.”

The boy humphed angrily and crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re impossible. Whenever we start having a civilized conversation you just have to ruin it with your bluntness.”

“Hmm…” Hikaru looked down at him pensively, leaning his back on the table. “You know what the thing is? That without teasing you, I won’t be myself.”

“And that would be a terrible shame, wouldn’t it?”

Hikaru grinned widely at that. “You finally get the point, huh? Smart kid.” He chuckled. “I have this ship for almost five years, and yet it’s the first time anyone had ever opposed me the way you keep on doing. I find it amusing and interesting. But it might be because you’re a guy that I fuck, so…”

“You’re not helping yourself.”

Hikaru laughed at that. “Was I supposed to?”

“Try, at least, yes.”

“Well, now I know.” He chuckled and bent down, pressing his lips softly to the boy’s. “Hey,” He whispered against his lips, his face inches from the quickly flushing ones. “I’m gonna make you enjoy it soon enough, Touya.”

As he pulled away, the boy stared up at him with slightly gaped lips. Again? Hikaru grinned smugly at that. “I won’t let you.” He mumbled embarrassedly. “And stop doing these things all the time, I don’t like it.”

“Oh really?” Hikaru laughed again, “Then why did you just lick your lips?” The boy was just about to answer the accusation when there was a loud knock on the door and Hikaru looked over his shoulder. “Come in, Waya, it’s open.” He said loudly and cocked his brow as the auburn haired first mate opened the door and stepped into the room, looking at him with a slight frown. “What is it, dude? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

…

Waya scowled at his captain’s words, resisting the need to smack him hard on the back of his head. Seriously, was he supposed to do everything on this ship?

“Stop neglecting your duty for sexual benefits, idiot,” He huffed, glancing at the flushing boy and inclined his head in acknowledgement, noting the fact he looked absolutely stunning with the new way he styled his hair. “You didn’t decide where we should head to yet and I’m starting to get bored of sailing in circles.”

Hikaru grunted. “Come on, Waya, you’re the best at navigating. You decide.”

Waya glared at him, “Oi, I will shove my foot up your ass if you’ll continue with this attitude!” He growled, irritated at his captain’s slacking. “Princess can wait, he’s going to stay here long enough anyways, so just fucking go!”

Hikaru rolled his eyes at that, “God, this must be the nicest face I’ve seen all morning.” He huffed, “I didn’t even get the chance to eat breakfast!”

“Your problem, dude.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking sternly at his captain and best friend. He was not going to let him do this. No way, he had too many things to worry about to let the captain’s work add to it. “You don’t see me whining about not eating breakfast while you have fun with pretty boy here.” At the sore look Hikaru gave him he sighed. “I will talk to deckboy and make sure he’d bring you more, hot food, okay?”

Hikaru cocked his eyebrow. “More?” He then chuckled. “You plan on eating mine, don’t you? Bastard.”

Waya grinned, “Actually yeah. And I also have the cutest company, don’t I?” He winked at the quiet boy, making him flush at the insinuation.

“O-oi!” Hikaru scowled, his gaze moving from his best friend to his captive, looking displeased with the familiarity between the two. “You can eat here, but lay one finger on my bitch and I will slit your throat, Waya.”

The first mate snorted and leaned his arm against the doorframe. “I won’t even breathe his way, asshole, so don’t worry.” He glanced at aforementioned 'bitch'. “Besides, I don’t think I’m his type, now, am I?”

“W-Waya-san!” The boy didn’t seem very pleased, either, to his amusement. “Please, do not cooperate with this man!”

Hikaru smirked satisfied. “You don’t seem to be very welcome, babe.” He pulled away from the table and patted the boy’s head. “I’ll be back soon, scream if he tries anything, will you?”

Waya growled impatiently, “Yeah yeah, now start going, we have no time to dawdle.” He then smirked back, “Though I would love to do that with you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Hikaru snorted as he stepped towards the door, grabbing his hat and putting it on his head. “By the way, there’s something I need to talk to you about. We need to go back and-- OI!” He glared, snapping to look at his friend as Waya’s hand slid over his butt. “I swear, one day I will cut it and throw it to the sharks.”

Waya snickered at his friend’s threat. “You know, it would’ve had some effect if it wasn’t the zillionth time I heard it.”

Hikaru grunted and slapped his hand away, “Bastard.” He glanced back at the boy, “You better eat this time, cause if Waya will tell me you didn’t… you don’t want to know.”

“You really do like threatening people, don’t you, sir?” Said boy let out apathetically.

“I will make sure he will.” Waya smirked. “Now scat, bitch.” Hikaru gave him a last, chastising look and left the room, mumbling something about stupid friends that think with their dicks instead of their brains. Waya chuckled as he closed the door, “Quite the guy, isn’t he?”

“To be honest, I don’t really know.” The boy said, looking baffled at Waya, his eyes following him until he sat across from him, where Hikaru previously was.

“Well, Shindou’s quite a hard person to get along with.” He chuckled and lounged back on the captain’s armchair. Bringing his hand to his chin, he rubbed it slowly in thought while looking at the boy. “We will have a small talk after you’re done eating, so please take everything you want and leave all the rest to me.” He quirked one corner of his lips up in a slight grin.

The boy tried to suppress a smile, but didn’t manage all too well. “Are you as gluttonous as captain is?”

Waya beamed at that. “Absolutely.”

It took them quite a while to finish breakfast. Waya ate slowly, watching his captain’s prisoner blinking around at all the food, probably wondering which was what, and how the hell was he supposed to eat even half of it. After a while Waya decided to recommend him on the pie, and smirked when the boy did try it, laughing at the way he was eating it. (“Who the hell eats a pie with a fork and a knife?!” and “What do you have two hands for?!”)

As soon as they were done, Waya sighed, satiated, and patted his flat, muscular stomach. “God. That was in place.”

Across from him, the boy placed his knife and fork on the table and wiped his lips with a napkin that was under his plate, probably placed there by the deck boy. “You eat just like your captain.” He said amused, “Though he eats much more barbarically. Did he ever even use these?” He asked, putting down his napkin.

Waya chuckled. “Not a chance.” He then took a sip from Hikaru’s bottle of rum, knowing he’d get his butt kicked later, but for the time being he didn’t really care. “Shindou’s not a spoiled brat like you, Touya. He’s never been raised to be a rich boy such as your self. There was never a need to eat properly.”

The boy wrinkled his nose. “I never said he should have… I don’t think I am better than him because he doesn’t eat with cutlery. I just don’t like him, is all.” He then sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I already know he likes to upset me. He knows I hate alcohol and yet he’s always drinking this disgusting beverage and then starting to kiss me, as if he doesn’t know I find it repugnant.”

Waya watched him attentively. “Captain probably gives a fuck.” He hummed, pondering over the boy’s words. “Look, you should really start getting used to it. He likes alcohol, and he likes seeing you irritated.”

“I already know that. What I want to know is why would he? I didn’t do anything to him.” He looked at him, clueless.

Waya let out a deep sigh, “Look… he has no reason to hurt you specifically. You didn’t do anything wrong, but looking the way you are. Shindou…” He scratched his cheek. “Shindou has his reasons, okay? You’re not the first person he’s doing this to. The first guy, yes, but not he first person. Just don’t snap at him, it’d help you greatly.” He gave the boy a scolding look, as he was about to say something. “Don’t, seriously. I know what you’re going to say so just, spare me. It’s your pride versus your health. You decide.”

The boy gazed at him with a determined look. “I already did.”

Waya nodded, “I can’t say I agree with that, princess.” The boy looked away at that, “It’s a stupid decision… but it’s the one you made. I respect that.” He sighed and glanced at the bed, noticing the sheets are different than those they used yesterday. “So how did you sleep last night?”

The boy blinked at the question, directing his eyes at the auburn haired first mate, confused at the sudden change of subject. “I, uh… not very well, Waya-san.” He answered subtly. “How… how did you sleep?”

Waya chuckled; glad he was able to change the subject so quickly and effectively. He didn’t want to talk about reasons, consequences, or anything at all. Well, at least, not anything that regarded Hikaru’s past. That was none of the boy’s business. “Not so very well either.” He scratched his chin. “I don’t think anyone on this ship was actually able to sleep well with all the noise.”

Flushing brightly, the boy lowered his head to hide his embarrassment. “I’m… so sorry, I, I didn’t mean to… be so noisy, I…”

“Nah, no need to apologize.” Waya waved his hand dismissingly. “Not your fault, really. The crew and I are already used to night-screams.” Shindou that idiot went hard on him again, huh? No wonder he’s so reserved.

“Oh. I see…”

He eyed his flushed face for a long moment, wondering how should he ask what he wanted without making him back away, but after a while decided not to dwell on it. “Was he that rough, kid?” He asked simply, with genuine interest coloring his voice.

He only shrugged at that. “I can handle.”

“Can you?” He asked sharply. “I know him, so damn well that I know you can’t really handle it.”

“And yet, I can do nothing at all.” He sighed, looking at Waya with tired eyes, “If you know him so well why do you insist on asking me? You obviously already know last night was… unbearable. Mentally and physically-wise.”

Waya hummed contemplatively. “You didn’t consider my advice.”

“As I already informed you last night.”

“That’s also stupid.”

“I know it was.”

“Still is.” Waya got up from his seat and circled the table. “Please stand up.” He muttered while pulling the boy’s chair backwards.

Confused, Touya obeyed and gazed up at Waya as he got to his feet and took a step backwards. “How come Captain hasn’t returned yet?” He asked warily. “Didn’t he tell you not to walk close to me?”

Waya chuckled at that, pressing the tip of his finger to the tip of Touya’s nose. “Don’t sweat it, captain trusts me. We go back.” He said amused while gripping the pale, gentle hand in his and pulled the sleeve up slowly. “Way back, actually.”

He leaned forward and checked the gashes Hikaru left on the boy’s body, knitting his eyebrows in thought. As the boy instinctively pulled back, Waya looked up at him. “W-Waya-san, what are you doing?”

“Checking your wounds?” He asked absentmindedly, as he returned his attention to the cut on his arm. “…hm, he really overdid it this time…” He hummed while starting to inspect the other arm. “You should really stop making him this mad. Shindou’s not usually violent with his women. That is… no offense.” He traced his finger over a purple-bluish bruise, listening to the boy’s hiss. “You should really start being more submissive. Unless you’re a masochist, the only way to stop this is to do what he wants.”

“It doesn’t really matter anymore…”

Waya sighed and pulled away from him, “Come on, let’s get you into the bathroom, Shindou should have first aid kit there.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and started pulling up. “We should give you treatment before it’d get infected, and then Shindou would kick you out.”

…

Akira yelped, pressing his arms to his chest as he tried to stop the first mate from taking off his shirt.

“Waya-san, what on earth has gotten into you?” He didn’t need it, another man to try and get into his pants. He had enough of that already.

Waya cocked his eyebrow. “Look, Touya, didn’t I tell you already I don’t mess with my captain’s property?” He sighed at the unsure look he got from Akira. “Come on, I am trying to help you here and you act as if I want to rape you.”

Akira bit his bottom lip. “I don’t know… I am just, how can I trust you?” He asked anxious. “You said you know the captain for a long time, and if he’d order you to kill me, you’d do it without hesitation.”

Waya nodded slowly. “True. But I don’t think captain would do that soon. For the time being, let me treat your wounds before he’ll reopen them for you.”

Akira stared at him for a long while. He wanted to trust him, he really did… but it was so hard, after all the things he’s been through ever since he got on this ship. “Give me one reason to trust you.”

Waya smiled at him, “Because I have no reason to want to see you suffer.”

Akira’s bright azure eyes were fixed on Waya’s golden ones, probing to see if he was saying it seriously or if he was trying to deceive him. After making sure, he pulled the captain’s shirt off his body and folded it down on the chair. “Please do it fast… I don’t feel very comfortable when people touch my body.”

Waya chuckled at that, “Well at this our opinions are completely different.” He stepped towards the bathroom and made some noises as he rummaged through some things, coming back out a moment later with a small bottle and a few patches. “I love it when I am being touched. Every rub, every stroke, every pinch.” He smirked.

“How can you like foreign touch?” He asked baffled. “I find it disturbing… and improper. People should not be feeling each other up. Especially when they don’t know each other.”

“You’re cute.”

“Eh?” Akira looked up as Waya leaned his back against the table and swiveled the bottle’s plug. “Are you also trying to mock me, Waya-san?”

Waya chuckled at that, “Of course not, I’m just not used to people being this innocent around here.” He grabbed a patch and spilled some alcohol on it, “I need to disinfect it.”

“Do you have to use alcohol, Waya-san?” He gave him a pleading look, begging him with his eyes to spare his body the acrid scent of liquor. “It’s enough I have to stand the disgusting smell on the captain.”

Waya tried to suppress his smirk. “But you gotta give him a credit, he never gets himself drunk.”

Akira nodded slowly. “That’s true…”

“Shindou’s not that bad, you know. He’s just, been through a lot.” He held his hand out to Akira and waited, watching the boy stare at his hand unsure and then hesitatingly put his pale hand in the tanned one. Waya smiled at him, “His life hasn’t been easy, but he keeps on standing on his own. I admire him for that.”

“…Captain’s life?” He muttered slowly, wondering what can be so awful to make even that horrible man hurt. “What… was his life like?”

“Hm.” Waya just pressed the soaked patch to the wounded, red skin, looking up and staring at the grimace on Akira’s face as he winced with a yelp. “Calm down, princess.” He started stroking gently the cut, examining it after a few moments. “Shindou has his reasons to be the way he is.”

“It doesn’t give him the right to hurt other people.”

Waya shrugged at that, “I don’t need to justify my captain. Whatever he does, to me is right, whether it hurts other people or not.” He moved to the gashes on his shoulders and put some more alcohol on the patch, pressing it gently to the fingernails marks.

“…is that what they call unconditional?”

“You can say that.” The first mate chuckled. “Shindou… to me is the most important thing, kid. Just like that bushy haired dude is yours.”

“Yagami-san spent most of his life with me.”

“Shindou did, too.” He smiled up and let his hand drop. “I know him for most of my life. I met him while we were still kids, and we’re still stuck in each other’s ass.”

“That’s…” Akira started, flushing slightly. “A very interesting choice of words.”

Waya laughed at that, “Well, if you’re wondering if they hold something behind them, then no. Shindou is one hundred percent butt-virgin.” He sighed dramatically. “He won’t even let me grope his ass. And you must know how cute that guy’s ass is.”

Akira whined, covering his ears with his hands. “I… really didn’t want to hear this kind of information.”

Waya poked his forehead. “Aww cute, innocent little Touya.” He smirked. “You should know, you’re his first guy. I mean, the first guy he ever kissed, ever fucked, ever--“

“AHH Waya-san, please spare my poor ears!”

The redness of his face seemed to only encourage the man, since his grin only widened. “No wonder he keeps you here. It’s so much fun to corrupt you.”

“…you’re terrible, just like your captain.”

Waya laughed, “I know.” He then sighed, rubbing his chin. “Listen…” He started, signing Akira to get up, “I am not against you. I have no reason to.”

“E…h, thank you?” He said unsure, slowly getting up. He was feigning he wasn’t in pain, his pride not letting him humiliate himself any further. But the captain wasn’t there now; therefore, there was no need to fake it anymore. “I don’t seem to understand what you’re trying to say.”

“I’ll say it straight, that might get you to understand. And wait, I will help. He really went rough on you, huh?” He bent down and picked him up in swift movements, chuckling as Akira wrapped his arms around his neck. “Hurt my friend, and I will make you pay.” He said flatly, making Akira look up at him bewildered. How can a person turn so cold after he just… “He never kept anyone for so long. If you hurt him, I will kill you.”

Akira stiffened in his hold. “…you really should work on your promoting skills."

Waya looked down at him with a grin, starting to step towards the bed. “Nah, I am good by just being my usual antipathetic self.”

Akira suppressed a smile, “Selfish, and self-centered. You two are so alike.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

He laughed softly. “It’s not, you know.”

“I know.” He bent over the bed and lowered him slowly down, smirking, “But I already told you I admire Shindou, so anything you say about him, whether it’s bad or good, by only comparing us it turns to be the best for me.”

Akira only blinked, “…I think you’re much better than him, Waya-san.”

…

And that was the only thing Hikaru heard. His beautiful little captive, telling his best friend he was better than him. He knew he was letting Waya spend too much time in his cabin, and the way they were so familiar with each other before he left was a sign. Maybe even a warning. But hearing it--seeing it with his own eyes, made it even more difficult to endure. The thought, the sight of his closest, most trusted friend betraying his trust… disobeying him, Hikaru couldn't bear the thought, the mere idea of his Waya touching, having his property.

For fuck’s sake, he won't let his friend take his little bitch away! Touya was fucking his! And even if he said he preferred Waya's touch! Who the hell said he has the right to decide? (It wasn't the proud captain, that's for sure.)

"Mind if I join?" He asked evenly, too calm to deceive anyone. He was mad, and it was evident. Two heads snapped to look at him as he left the door open behind him, still holding the knob and watched one pair of golden eyes look back at him impassively while the other turquoise pair widened with fear. So he did catch them doing something they shouldn't have; the boy's reaction only made it more obvious.

"Bad timing?" He asked with a cold smile. Yeah, he was a lousy timer, alright. For Waya's luck, that is. Maybe he should've made them think they were still alone? Just to enjoy the show.

"Actually no." Waya said and got up, "We were just done." He hummed, and Hikaru knew with certainty his friend was taunting him. Whether it was on purpose of making him furious and jealous (at what, exactly?), or just bragging that he fucked his bitch, it got the best of the bleached-banged captain.

In a quick movement, Hikaru closed the gap between his first mate and him, pinning him to the wall next to his bed and gritting his teeth while ignoring the loud gasp the boy on his bed emitted. "Oh really?" He asked with a carefree tone. "Was it fun? Touching my property?"

Waya cocked an eyebrow, "Don't tell me you're jealous. You took him plenty of times!" He claimed, a thing that only made Hikaru angrier, if even possible. Why was Waya referring this so lightly?! He knew just how much he trusted him. How could he act as if he could care less about Hikaru's trust?

"W-Waya-san--" Hikaru heard the boy's worried voice and felt like strangling him, "He didn't do anything wrong!"
Hikaru's head snapped at him and gave him a poisonous look, making him shut and turning back to his 'friend'. "Why did you do it?" He asked, his voice dangerously low.

Waya chuckled and looked right back into the intense green orbs, "Because I was horny."

"Why did you do it?"

"Come on, give me a break." Waya hummed amused, "The boy's gorgeous. Did you really expect me to control myself and not have him even once?" Yes, that thought crossed Hikaru's mind indeed. Waya was the type that wanted to add as many exotic things to his résumé, and Touya was, indeed, fitting for these criterions.

But he believed his friend's loyalty was worth much more than a short fuck. Or was it only him to believe that?

Gnashing his teeth, Hikaru's hands wrapped themselves around the mascular neck and squeezed. For a mere moment, there was a visible expression of surprise over Waya's face; and at the next moment it disappeared, leaving place for a different kind of look. A harsh one, that made Hikaru's blood chill a bit.

Waya's hands grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away from the tanned neck and looked at him with cold, golden eyes. "Don't push it, brat. I am not your slave, nor am I your whore." He hissed. "I am here because I made this choice, so don't act all high and mighty with me. You forget I know you best."

After that declaration, Waya left the room with a huff, and Hikaru only stared at his back. Did he really… just now, spoke to his best, closest friend as if he was his employee? Has he gone insane?

When he heard the small screeching sound from behind him, he turned his head towards the bed and stared at the boy, taking in the scared expression on his face and scowled. What the hell did he do now to make the fucker look as if Hikaru was going to murder him?!

"Oi, don't look at me like that!"

Touya visibly cringed, "Then how do you want me to look at you, Captain?.." He asked in a low voice, "You were just about to hit your own friend."

"And whose fault that?" Hikaru hissed, growing irritated with only hearing the boy's angry voice. Wasn't it soft just a moment ago, when he was talking and calling to Waya? "Didn't I tell you not to mess with my first mate? Or haven't I?"

"And I didn't!" Touya leaned back on the wall and scowled, "I didn't do a thing with your friend. He didn’t even plan on touching me when you just burst-"

"Do you expect me to believe this?" Was this kid thinking he could lie to his face and get out of it without paying? "You said so yourself, that you would seduce Waya into taking you so you won't be mine only. And here I thought you were a real saint, disliking all male touch. But no, you only hate mine." He then snickered. "Well guess what, babe, you're not getting away from my claws anytime soon."

"W..what?" Touya stares at him with wide eyes. What is it, shock? Or maybe fear again?

"Yeah." Hikaru crossed his arms over his chest, "If you already had sex with Waya, I guess I could keep sharing you with him."

"No!" At his horrified expression Hikaru laughed, watching him getting up from the bed and grab his arm.

"Where exactly do you think you're going, bitch?" He huffed, grabbing the long hair and yanking it back, "You satisfied Waya, but what about me?"

"I didn't do anything with Waya-san, stop being a fool..!" Touya berated. "Let go of my hair already!" He hit Hikaru's chest with his fists and only made him chuckle at the painless hits.

"You know, you're quite funny."

"Let go of me."

"You know just how girly you look with this hair and yet…"

"Let go of me!"

"Maybe I should make you wear dresses from now on?" He mused.

"I won't give you the pleasure of humiliating me in such a manner!" His eyes were burning Hikaru's with the intensity of his glare, and the blond slowly smirked.

"It amazes me every time from the beginning, just how much your rejection and objections to my will make me want you even more." He slowly let go of Touya's hair and slid his hand down his back. "I'm just going to break you slowly."

"I hate you."

"I know, baby." Hikaru whispered, bending and pressing his lips to his beautiful captive's. "I know that for a whole week now." He wanted to touch him and make him his again, erase all of Waya's traces from his body and memory. He was so sure the boy liked Waya's touch more than his own, it actually hurt him. Not emotionally or mentally, just the fact Waya got the arrogant bitch to moan his name…

Hikaru clutched his fist. "Moan my name."

Touya blinked confused, "What are you saying?"

"You moaned Waya's name, haven't you?! Moan mine, this time!" He didn't care the brat probably didn't even know his name, but he wanted to be just like Waya. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be his best friend, the one that had nothing in life and still, at the moment had more than him.

"For the last time, I didn't moan his name. He didn't even touch me; stop thinking things that don't exist!"

Hikaru just stared at him. He really wanted to believe his words, not because he wanted to trust the fucker, no, he just didn't want to believe the boy was anybody's other than his. "Get into bed," He said quietly. "We're going to sleep."

Touya stared, disbelief clear on his face and he pulled away a few inches after Hikaru let go of his back. "…I can go to sleep? Just like that?" He asked, too confused to believe. "You don't want anything from me?"

Hikaru grumbled, "Do you want me to fuck you on purpose?!" He gave Touya a harsh look. "Waya just touched you; I can't even bear the thought of doing the same."

Touya just gave him a tired look before uttering, "As you wish."

Hikaru stared, shocked as it was the first time the boy ever obeyed him without saying a word. Was it only because he didn't force himself on him tonight? Or was the boy too tired to argue, after what happened with Waya?..

It just bothered him too much…

He watched him climbing on the bed and clutched his fist. Things were going all wrong lately… ever since he got the hold on this guy. Why was he letting this happen? How long is he going to wait until he's sick of this shit? The whole thing with fucking a guy. He should just pass him over to Waya, what would it matter? He already had him, and Hikaru would never compromise for someone tainted.

He frowned and pulled his shirt out of his pants, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor. "Oi kid," He huffed while unbuckling his belt, his eyes boring sharply into the wondering Touya's. One question… "Do you like Waya as a person?" If he had sex with him and he thinks he's a good person, then he'd soon fall for him as well. As much as he cared for Waya… he wasn't a nice person. Not really. His core was foul and his warm words were never real. Not to people other than Hikaru.

The look he got from boy was more than enough, but hearing his answer still made him scowl.

"Yes, I like Waya-san." Touya muttered with an honest expression on his face, his gaze moving down t orest on Hikaru's tanned chest. Was he staring at his chest, or the necklace? "I like him very much. He is the only person on this ship that is nice to me except Yamato-san. How can I not like him?"

Hikaru didn't want to hear further. He knew very well more information would only make him mad and then he'd take it all out on the boy, and he was too tired to deal with his chastising. So all he did was sit on the bed next to him, noticing he was pulling away a little and decided to ignore it as he lied down on his back, one hand under his head as he closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

"Lie down, your next movements would wake me up."

He could have felt the boy do as he bid and let out a deep sigh. It was the first night in the past week he didn't lay a hand on his captive's body. Having sex with him each and every day since the moment he arrived, Hikaru felt something tugging in his stomach at the lack of sexual contact and almost grunted. He knew he was attracted to the boy, but he didn't know when it turned into a fucking addiction!

He felt the boy moving beside him again, but did and said nothing. He knew that at the moment he'd hear Touya's voice answering his growl (He knew it'd turn out as a growl) he'd want to hear him also panting and sobbing.

He had some weird fascination with him ever since the first moment he saw him, yet he knew it wasn't going to fade anytime soon.

So back to ignoring…

A few minutes later, Hikaru was sure he managed to drift into sleep and have peaceful dreams about girls, lots of girls, all in the same room with him, giving him blowjobs and licking his whole body.

But when he opened his eyes, all he saw was dark, silky hair that was flowing around a gentle face, and a pair of azure orbs looking down at him. Was he still dreaming? (Hikaru really hoped so.)

It seemed to the sleepy captain as if the boy was leaning over him, watching him with a silent scowl, his eyes wavering with uncertainty. Just what was the boy planning?

Whether it was a dream or not, it didn't look good in Hikaru's eyes, and he was about to sit up when the boy bent down and pressed his lips to the captain's.

Green, shocked eyes widened at the sudden, gentle touch, and as things seemed to go all wrong around him, this simple kiss felt absolutely right.

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