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Title: Pirates
Pairing: Nick/Greg, Ricardo/Archie
Rating: NC-17 in some chapters and I'm too lazy to rate each one
Disclaimer: Most characters are property of CBS et al, and I don't own them or make money off them. Although I wouldn't mind taking to the high seas and plundering them. OK, not all of them. OK, Greg. So don't sue, here be monsters. Got no booty.
AU: Completely and wildly AU, doesn't even take place in this century.
Dedicated to kahlualeia who shares my love of Georgette Heyer
Beta and semi-collab by fred_bear aka jennybel75, who held my hand, encouraged me and did research.

Chapter 1 here: here
Chapter 2 here: here
Chapter 3 here: here
Chapter 4 here: here

Chapter 5/35



Gregory awoke alone the next day. That was a welcome change; he’d never been a good patient even as a boy. It was difficult for him to accept the necessity of aid and he avoided asking for it at all costs.

He rose and washed himself. His shoulder felt better and his head had ceased the constant throbbing. If he made a sudden move, a stab of pain reminded him of the crack on the head, but other than that, he seemed to be on the mend.

He dressed in the clothing he found on a chair, but retained his boots. He had a love for those tall black leather boots. Secretly it was the most rewarding thing about gaining his lieutenancy and he hoped he would not be forced to give them up. He had noticed some of the pirates eyeing them covetously.

He drank water and ate a small portion of the bread and fruit left on the table. Then he made his way to the deck. Although he’d meant to seek out the captain and punctiliously present himself for his servitude, he could not resist crossing to the rail and leaning there, stared dreamily at the horizon, with the wind and sun in his face, grateful for a moment of communion with the sea.

A shadow fell on him and the captain rested his arms next to Gregory’s on the railing. Gregory sprang to attention and saluted the captain. “I’m sorry, sir. I was on my way to ask for orders, sir.”

The captain laughed and turned, resting his elbows on the railing as he surveyed the Lt. “I can see you will afford me hours of amusement if you don’t abate the formality of your manner. You are not a Lt any more.”

“But you are my captain, sir, and I bound myself in service to you.” Gregory continued standing straight.

“As my slave,” corrected the captain, smiling as he saw Gregory’s eyes widen in shock. “And formality in address is not what I require of you.”

Gregory shifted silently, afraid to ask what the captain did require. He sighed. Damnation, as soon as he formulated his fear into words, he could not forbear confronting it. He had to ask. “What is it you do require of me, Captain?”

“Walk a little way with me, Greg. I’m going to call you Greg. Gregory is such a mouthful and Lt has worn out its welcome. I hope that is acceptable to you?” the Captain asked.

Greg fell into step beside the Captain and answered shortly, “Is it customary to ask a slave his preferences, sir.”

“It is my custom,” the Captain answered sternly. “I have offered you no harm hitherto. Why so hostile? What do you fear?”

“Any man accustomed to thinking himself free would take umbrage at finding himself suddenly a slave,” Greg said bitterly.

“You bound yourself to me of your own free will,” the Captain pointed out. “I could have sold you at a slave market, and made a pretty penny. Would that be preferable to serving me?”

“N-no, I do not think it would,” Greg said softly, suddenly put in mind of the Captain’s care and kindness, idiosyncratic though it might be.

“Moreover, all men are slaves to something. To duty, to honour, to a principle or belief. Some men are slaves to their faith.” He paused self-consciously. “Some are slaves to… love. The only difference here is that you know you are a slave and have made your choice consciously. I believe you lead an examined life, search your heart and see if what I say is not true.”

Gregory nodded, acknowledging the truth of the Captain’s statement. “What, then, are you a slave to?”

Sir Nicholas looked at the horizon. “I will tell you that another time, palomo.”

Greg shivered at the Spanish endearment. Suddenly his senses were flooded with the recollection of the sensuous touches, bestowed in the quiet of the Captain’s cabin.

Sir Nicholas surveyed with pleasure the delicate shudder that shook the young man. “Firstly, I require that you continue to mend. Next time you feel yourself becoming ill, inform someone. If you hope to serve well, you must alert me when you are unable. I have heard that you are an excellent navigator; we shall put that to the test. And lastly, I shall require your attendance upon me at dinner tonight. Be in my cabin at six bells.” He turned and strode to the helm, taking up a position to the right of Ricardo.

~*~

Before six bells, Greg was standing by the table in the Captain’s quarters. A meal was laid out upon the table; it seemed that his duties did not involve such tasks as bringing the food or setting the table. He wondered what he was supposed to do.

He was nervous. This would be the first time he and Sir Nicholas were alone together in private since he was brought there, bound as a prisoner. He had enjoyed the touches of the Captain and wondered if it was wicked to feel this way. He did not know how he would react if the Captain attempted to touch him again and he wondered if this was part of his “servitude.”

The Captain swept into the room, dropping his hat on a chair. He started to struggle out of his tight-fitting coat and Greg sprang to assist him.

The Captain laughed and said, “Getting me out of my clothes already, hermoso?” He laughed again as Greg blushed hotly in confusion.

Greg fumbled with the coat, unsure of where to put it, but not wanting to meet the other man’s eyes.

“Over there,” the Captain pointed. Greg hung the coat and stood, waiting.

“Please sit,” the Captain indicated the other chair.

Surprised, Greg crossed obediently and sat down.

The Captain piled food on a plate and passed it to Greg, surprising him yet again. He prepared another plate for himself and started to eat. Hesitantly Greg followed his example and ate.

“How is your head? Your shoulder?” the Captain asked.

“Oh, it is – they’re fine,” Greg stuttered.

“Don’t forget to let Archie or ’Ric change the bandages. You must not fall into a fever again.” The Captain ate heartily. “Eat,” he ordered.

With a start, Greg came to himself and started to eat again.

The silence was awkward to Greg but he could not think of what to say.

When the Captain finished he settled back in his chair and looked at Greg. The candles cast a warm glow over the captain but Greg was seated so that the moonlight shone on him through the window. “If I am the sun, then you are the moon,” he murmured.

“You are warm like the sun in the glow of the candle light,” Greg responded almost unwillingly.

“Recite for me a poem,” the Captain commanded.

“What?” Greg asked in confusion.

“You enjoy poetry. I wish to know more about what pleases you. Is there no poem that you’ve committed to memory in all your schooling?”

“There is a sonnet which is always in my mind; would you like to hear it?”

“Yes, please.” The Captain settled back in his chair.


“A woman’s face with Nature’s own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change, as is false women’s fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rolling,
Gilding the object whereupon it gazeth;
A man in hue, ‘hues’ in his controlling,
Much steals men’s eyes and women’s souls amazeth.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by addition me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.”


Gregory looked up from his soft recitation of the sonnet to find the Captain’s eyes fixed on his. He stared into the man’s dark brown eyes, reading the emotion with surprise. Kindness and longing were in the steady gaze as well as something he could not identify.

“Where is that from? Shakespeare?” the Captain asked.

“Yes, it’s one of the sonnet series,” Greg answered.

“Do you understand it?”

Greg blushed, “Not exactly, but somehow the words speak to me.”

“How do you feel when you con the lines?” Sir Nicholas leaned forward, his steady gaze never wavering.

Greg struggled with the vague longings the poem always aroused in him. He shook his head. “I can’t express it. It slips away when I try to convey the meaning. But it is about… love.” Finally he looked away from the Captain, unable to meet his eyes any longer.

“Shall I tell you what it said to me?” The Captain did not wait for an answer. “It is about love, love for a man so beautiful that all must feel adoration when they look upon him. A man made by nature to attract women but who inspires a declaration of love from another man, for love is love, whatever sphere it moves in. It says that nature has decreed that this love cannot be consummated between men. But I know it to be otherwise and it is that I would reveal to you.”

Greg looked wildly into the Captain’s eyes, knowing now what that unknown expression in the Captain’s glances meant and why he himself was having trouble breathing. They stared at each other across the table and the Captain rose, never losing his contact with Greg’s eyes. He rounded the table and placed his hands on the chair on either side of Greg’s head, imprisoning him within his arms, yet without touching him.

He leaned closer and Greg’s breath caught as the Captain’s warm lips closed over his and he was carefully kissed for the first time.



TBC



paloma dove
el hermoso beautiful

Comments

[littleminx.livejournal.com]

He leaned closer and Greg’s breath caught as the Captain’s warm lips closed over his and he was carefully kissed for the first time.
YES!

“But you are my captain, sir, and I bound myself in service to you.” Gregory continued standing straight.
“As my slave,” corrected the captain, smiling as he saw Gregory’s eyes widen in shock.
Well, i'm pretty sure that this isn't a D/s story, but this still gladdens my evil little heart. Wheee!

[littleminx.livejournal.com]

Okay, so i accidently clicked enter. i've been baking christmas cookies all day. That's my excuse. *coughs*

COOKIES COOKIES COOKIES for you.

Such a sweet seduction. He rounded the table and placed his hands on the chair on either side of Greg’s head, imprisoning him within his arms, yet without touching him. So hot. Really, so hot.

This is a short review. Because i have a houseful of perverts right now, who looked at me oddly when i said "It's 3 am! I have to go check for The Pirate Story." i tossed a sweet girl off of my lap, so i could come read this. :) I will be here tomorrow night at 2 am waiting, waiting.

*loves you and your stories all up. Hot pirate cookie love*

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Thank you, I take cookies! No, sadly this is not a D/s story, it's a historical romance. However, we should be having a D/s coming up in Masquerade, she said placatingly.

It's good to know you have a house full of perverts, someone has to have them over. Hee hee. Um, I posted a little early tonight. Hope that's OK.

Love you right back, you may need a Masquerade fic dedicated to you. :-D

[littleminx.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

Also, ♥ perverts. And they are converging on my house, due to the holidays! My housecleaning skills are under attack! Attack, i say!

[schizojuc.livejournal.com]

Again, pre reading squeal!!!!!

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Pre reading thank you!!!!

[sillie]

*sputters* You stop there?! You're evol. *nods* XP

He rounded the table and placed his hands on the chair on either side of Greg’s head, imprisoning him within his arms, yet without touching him. He leaned closer and Greg’s breath caught as the Captain’s warm lips closed over his and he was carefully kissed for the first time.

Oh yeah... *shivers happily* XD

By the by... I'm curious to your story banner. All I get is a 'Image hosted by photobucket.com'. :3

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Well they don't call them cliffies for nothing. Hee! Oh yeah, and there's more. Um, I'm not sure why it might not be showing. I originally did it in CMYK and I changed it to RGB, so have a look and let me know if it shows. I can see it fine so I'm not sure what's going on. Thank you!

[mapsandlegends.livejournal.com]

I normally don't squee, but this story makes me want to *squeeeeeee*. Pirates and Nick and Greg, oh my.

I second the hot pirate cookie love.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

I am so glad you're liking it, even enuf to Squeee. Pirates, yum, shipboard stuff. Hot pirate cookie love, so good. Hope you like the next part as well. And thank you for commenting, it means so much. :-D

[schizojuc.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhhh! You're evil ending this chapter like this! Love love love it! Nicholas is definitely seducing Greg slowly! (As is Greg. Though he has no idea, I bet!) Can't wait for the next chapter! Is it tomorrow yet?


P.S. My fav line. So true.
all men are slaves to something. To duty, to honour, to a principle or belief

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

I am evil, eeeeeevil! Bwahahahaha! How could I keep you reading if there were no cliffies? Nick has to seduce him slowly, Greg is off in oblivious-land. It's tomorrow now and the next chapter is up!

Thank you so much for liking that line, I like it too. It was kind of amazing cuz as I wrote this I got on a role and things like that started popping out. Thank you again for liking it, for commenting and everything. I better stop, I'm about to get mushy. :-D

[hloke.livejournal.com]

Hi, just a couple of little things:

1) When addressed to Greg, it really should be /palomo/, the male form for "dove".
2) "El hermoso" translates as "The beautiful", so in conversation you're probably looking for just /hermoso/, or even more natural, /guapo/.

I'm a spanish-speaker, so feel free to ask for help anytime.
(I'm a big fan of your Masquerade Series...! Just a lousy feedbacker)
A.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much for the info on the Spanish. I did a search and destroy in my doc and changed all of them. I really should have known better altho I don't know any Spanish; I am familiar with gendered nouns.

Thank you on behalf of fred_bear and I for your kudos on Masquerade, but you should leave feedback. What if we got depressed and never wrote any more? Snork! Thank you so much. :-D

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Hi, I was wondering if you could check some Spanish for me. It's in the next chapter. My bad, I should have asked earlier, but if you don't have time and I've got it wrong, I'll go back and fix it.

pequeña palomo Little dove

esclavo hermoso beautiful slave

I would also like to know how to say little one in Spanish, Nick speaking to Greg. I will have a few more as well, but I need to scan the entire doc to find them all.

And I want to thank you very much for taking the time to do this.

XOXOXO

[serenity151979.livejournal.com]

It is about love, love for a man so beautiful that all must feel adoration when they look upon him. A man made by nature to attract women but who inspires a declaration of love from another man, for love is love, whatever sphere it moves in. It says that nature has decreed that this love cannot be consummated between men. But I know it to be otherwise and it is that I would reveal to you

Wow, that is beautiful. I'm really enjoying this series, and the kiss! Oh the kiss was perfect. There was almsot a dream-like quality to it, with Greg bathed in moonlight. Just amazing, wonderful, sublime stuff.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Wow, thank you. What can I say. I feel so gratified that you like the writing as well as the more titillating stuff. I love that, a dreamlike quality, it's what I was going for. Thank you so much, it means so much coming from you. Loves. <3

[carolina30363.livejournal.com]

You can't stop here, noooo...I love it so much!

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Um, yes I can. Snork! Sorry about that but you have to have cliffies, right? Right? I am so glad you love it and at least I'm posting everyday. Maybe if everyone's good, I'll post two on Christmas as a gift. Thank you so much for reviewing, it really means a lot. :-D

[karenunlocked.livejournal.com]

I'm really loving this fic so far. I even go so far as to read the updates first thing when I get to work in the morning, because I can't wait until I get home to read them. It really is an amazing story and I can't wait to read the rest of it.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Um, maybe you'll be uncomfortable reading them at work on certain days? I am so glad you're loving it. It was certainly a weird idea, way out in AU land, but as I started writing it, I just fell in love and it was like an obsession. And I've already thought of a sequel, so this is just torture. DOn't have enuf time to write. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Comments make my bunnies hop and I really value feedback. :-D

[karenunlocked.livejournal.com]

I probably should feel uncomfortable reading them at work on certain days, but since I get to work a good 3 hours earlier than most of my coworkers, and they don't really start paying attention to me until after lunch anyway, I usually have time to read and recover from the hotness before anyone notices anything.

And it may be a weird idea, and completely way out there AU, but it's still great. Some of the best fics written started out as weird ideas. And I can see why you fell in love with it. It's extremely easy to fall in love with.

And a sequel? That's awesome.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am a blue meanie, a big bad blue meanie. I'm so glad you're enjoying this. This is all written already, so you get a chapter a day till the very end. Thank you for sharing, it's so great to get comments and reviews. I'm just so happy that everyone seems to be enjoying it.
:-D

[slightly-frayed.livejournal.com]

I'm reading chapter fi-ive, I'm reading chapter fi-ive.. wait, no I'm not. I'm done chapter five. I can stop singing my 'I'm reading Pirates song.'

You want to hear something truly hilarious? We're playing the theme from 'Pirates of the Caribbean' in Symphonic Band right now, and when we performed it this morning, I nearly missed an entry because I was thinking about this story. XD Well done, ma'am. Way to mess with my brain.

Love you.

[slightly-frayed.livejournal.com]

One more thing. Every time I read this, I feel very Canadian. I get to say lieutenant like how I'm supposed to. Fun junk, indeed.

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

You have a song? I love it, she has a Pirates song. That is truly hilarious, thank you so much for telling me. Snork! It's the kind of thing you can't really explain to the conductor either: well, you see, I was thinking about this slash story online and…

Love you too.

[jacosh-neko.livejournal.com]

:) Fabulous!

Can't wait for more! ..seriously. *shakes fist*

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Thank you! No need to threaten, a chapter a day, that's my motto. Thank you so much for commenting. It really is so nice to know that you're enjoying it. :-D

[umbralillium.livejournal.com]

*is ded* You are killing have killed me with all the sexual tension and drawn out seduction. Can't wait for the next chapter,

[catlover2x.livejournal.com]

Noooo, come back to life. You have to read the next chapter, and the next one! I am so glad that you like how I've drawn it out, but I have mercy and the next chapter is up. Thank you so much for taking the time to review. It means a lot to me. :-D