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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 here: here

Chapter 6/35

from Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe

It lies not in our power to love, or hate,
For will in us is over-rulde by fate.
When two are stript long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should lose, the other win.
And one especially doo we affect,
Of two gold Ingots like in each respect,
The reason no man knowes, let it suffise,
What we behold is censur'd by our eyes.
Where both deliberat, the love is slight,
Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?

Greg’s lips opened to the demanding kiss, allowing the Captain’s tongue entrance into his mouth. He felt as if he was falling, drowning in unknown and unguessed at pleasure. His hands came up shyly to rest on the Captain’s chest, then grasped the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer.

The Captain groaned as he felt in this the capitulation of his captive, his slave, his new lover. He moved his hands from the chair to hold Greg’s face gently as he explored the willing mouth open to him. He could not get enough of the sweet taste of the young man and delved ever deeper, keeping the kiss gentle and slow.

For his part, Greg felt his very soul was stripped bare under the heavenly assault. He felt he had nowhere to hide from this man, no way to conceal his unformed but fervent desire. With this last chance to save himself from his own need he wrenched his mouth free and pushed the Captain away. He retreated to the wall, turning away to rest his head against the paneling.

Sir Nicholas watched the heaving shoulders and bowed head, trying to gauge his captive’s reactions. He approached slowly and touched him, gently rubbing a soothing circle on his lower back. Greg turned to face him, and lifted his head, gazing into the Captain’s eyes as if he could read there the answers to his unspoken questions. Sir Nicholas moved ever closer and Greg pressed his hands flat against the firm chest under the fine shirt, holding him off, yet thrilling to the feel of the muscular body.

The Captain captured the hands and brought them behind Greg, pinning them both at the small of his back. “What do you want, palomo?”

Greg struggled with his confusion and desire. He had never had feelings such as these and his mind reeled, unable to make sense of what he’d just experienced. The world he thought he knew had never hinted at such pleasures and yet he was troubled. He sought reassurance in the kind eyes and was surprised to see the uncertainty there, mingled with longing.

“If I said, I want you to let me go, what would you do?” he asked.

“I would let you go. I would not constrain you to do something you don’t wish for.”

Although Greg could see disappointment growing in the Captain’s eyes, he did not feel any lessening of the strong grip on his wrists.

“I would have you be sure of what you want, I coerce no one,” the Captain said proudly, then drew so close Greg could feel the heat of his breath waft across his cheek. “And so I ask you again, little one, what do you want?”

Greg closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall, revealing the smooth skin of his throat and swallowing convulsively. He opened his eyes and smiled shyly at Sir Nicholas.

“I want to be touched by the sun.”

A ragged breath, sounding almost like a sob, escaped the Captain’s lips and he released Greg’s hands. They stood, eyes locked together for what seemed an eternity to pounding hearts but in reality was mere minutes. The Captain held out a hand and, trembling, Greg put his into it. Nicholas entwined their fingers, pulling Greg toward him.

“I will make you moan with pleasure before the night is done,” he whispered and Greg trembled to hear. The Captain backed toward the bed, drawing Greg slowly with him. When he felt the edge hit the back of his legs, he fell back onto the soft coverlet, pulling the young man down with him. They lay close together on their sides, searching each other’s eyes.

Slowly the Captain cupped the back of Greg’s head and pulled him into another heated kiss, growing ever more passionate. Greg closed his eyes and eagerly opened his mouth, yielding both to the older man and his own delight in the sensation so new and unfamiliar. His body went limp and his entire world centered only on the smooth lips firmly pressed over his, the clash of teeth, the swirling tongues moving in the dance of passion. He panted for air and the Captain released him to allow him to breathe.

The Captain drank in the sight of the young man as he lay with kiss-swollen lips parted, eyes closed, chest heaving and his hands lying curled but limp and open, as if to accept all the Captain had to offer. A faint sigh of wonder escaped Sir Nicholas’ lips; it was obvious that the young man was powerfully moved.

“Have you never been with a man before, palomo?” he asked, though he knew the answer. Greg shook his head without opening his eyes. “Nor a woman either, I vow,” the captain continued in a tone of awe. Greg again shook his head no.

The exultation the Captain felt in that moment surprised even himself, to be taking what no other had ever experienced roused his possessive instinct, but also a wave of tenderness. He wished to raise the young man to heights of passion and pleasure that he could never have dreamt of.

Softly he stroked Greg’s face. “I have never tasted a mouth as sweet as yours,” he said in a low voice, “I want to see if the rest of you tastes as sweet.”

A little inarticulate groan wrenched from Greg’s lips. “And I, you.”

“Tonight will be my night to taste you, my little one,” the Captain said, “Let me show you…”

Greg shivered at the thought of delights yet to come and the implicit promise of other nights together.

Sir Nicholas slid his hand down to Greg’s waistband and slowly pulled the shirt free from the breeches without touching the hot skin underneath. He rested his hand on the chest rising and falling so quickly for a moment, before he lifted the shirt over Greg’s head and exposed his torso to his lustful gaze. He had seen the young man stripped before and knew him to be beautiful but it was a different case altogether to gaze upon him knowing he would soon possess him.

His desire overcame him and he sat up to wrest his own shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly away. The Captain pushed Greg onto his back and in one swift move, covered his body with his own, yet still taking care to put no undue pressure on the young man’s bandaged shoulder.

Greg gasped and arched as he felt for the first time the weight of Sir Nicholas’ body on his, bearing him down into the soft bedding. The unfamiliar pleasure of the Captain’s hot skin touching his own overwhelmed his senses with excitement and, all unconscious of it, he softly cried out and moaned as he moved under the Captain.

Sir Nicholas desire blazed even higher, fanned by the young man’s responsiveness. Wanting to discover whether the young man’s arousal matched his own he thrust his rigid manhood against the supine body, finding the hard bulge under the young man’s pants. He aligned their aroused flesh and ground into his young lover.

If not for the weight of the Captain’s body holding his down, Greg thought he might have floated away in that moment. Never had he experienced anything remotely like this and he moved helplessly, his arms and legs opening to allow the Captain complete access to his body. He did not know what to do, he only knew that he’d never dreamt of any pleasure such as this.

Sir Nicholas repressed his growing desire to simply strip the young man naked and grind him into the bed. He didn’t want to scare him, so he controlled his burgeoning urge and rolled away from the temptation of the creamy skin to curb himself.

When he felt himself able to speak again, he raised himself on one elbow. “Open your eyes, palomo, look at me.”

Obediently, Greg opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the Captain, smiling tremulously.

“What do you want?” The Captain leaned in to plant a trail of hot kisses down Greg’s neck, drifting toward his chest.

“I don’t know, show me, teach me what I want,” Greg whispered. “I want everything.”

“Were you a good student at your lessons? Was your teacher proud of you?”

“Yes,” Greg laughed. “A very good student, my teacher never had reason to complain of my attention to my studies.”

“That is good to know,” Sir Nicholas grinned. He circled a nipple with his finger, watching as Greg gasped and his eyes closed again, arching up slightly under the stimulation. “Some men are not very sensitive there but you seem to enjoy this.”

“Uhhhh… yes!” Greg was barely able to speak under the assault on his aroused senses.

The Captain leaned over and took the nipple in his mouth, biting lightly, sweeping his tongue around it, releasing it and licking softly, then blowing hot air over it as Greg gasped and shuddered with the attention. Sir Nicholas licked his way to the other nipple, whilst not neglecting the first, rolling it between his thumb and finger. He became even more aroused as he listened to the delicious moans and cries emanating from Greg as he thrashed helplessly under him.

Sir Nicholas allowed his hand to roam down further still, until he reached the straining virility, cupping and moulding the bulge softly.

“Stop, please,” Greg begged.

“What is it?” the Captain asked in alarm.

“I cannot… stand it… I don’t… know…”

“Nay, little one, it is all right,” the Captain soothed. “Have you never pleasured yourself?”

“Yes,” Greg gasped, “But I’ve never felt… anything to… compare to this… so intense…”

The Captain smiled, Greg’s tightly closed eyes making him secure against any misunderstanding. He was not laughing at him, he was merely delighted that he was able to evoke such a strong response from the young man.

“You will be fine, palomo,” he said in amusement. “You will not die, I shall take good care to keep you alive, for you are my prize and I shall not give you up so easily. Just breathe and allow me to show you pleasure.”

Greg nodded and opening his eyes, looked trustingly into Sir Nicholas’, and seeing the affection and passion there, gave himself over to the older man.

Nicholas sat up to survey his prize and immediately cursed himself because he’d forgotten the young man’s elegant boots. Lovely as they were, they were not that easy to get off. Sighing with resignation, he got out of the bed and started tugging on one of them, or he feared he would never get Greg out of his pants.

Greg giggled and said, “Turn away from me and straddle my foot.”

The Captain obeyed and was startled to feel the pressure of Greg’s other foot pushing on his rump. The boot released and Nicholas staggered away across the cabin. Regaining his balance he turned to scold Greg sternly, but with merriment in his eyes. “Is this any way to use your Captain?” he queried.

Greg laughed again and waved his still booted foot at the Captain. “If I didn’t help, you would not be able to use me.”

Nicholas laughed but his breath quickened. The young man was indeed a quick study; he’d not expected such a bold statement from him, at least not yet. He pulled the other boot off, again with Greg’s teasing assistance.

Then he spun suddenly and descended upon Greg, unbuttoning his breeches and yanking them down his legs in one swift move. He stood to survey his prize and almost swooned at the sight of the young charge’s aroused manhood. As beautiful as the rest of him, the Captain thought, longer and thicker than he’d have thought. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to taste that delicious swollen flesh, but he would leave that for another lesson.

Greg’s eyes had darkened with the flame of desire and he said huskily, “Now you.” He sat up and unbuttoned the Captain’s pants with nimble fingers. Sir Nicholas kicked off his shoes, and stripped breeches and stockings off. He stood revealed before Greg, his manhood jutting out proudly from his body, bobbing and dripping.

Greg’s eyes got big and he reached for it, but the Captain batted his hands away. “Not tonight, tonight is my turn to raise you to the heights.” He climbed back onto the bed and lowered himself slowly, teasingly over Greg, gasping as for the first time their naked bodies touched and entwined.

Greg opened his legs wider, welcoming the Captain between them. He thought he might well pass out as the evidence of the Captain’s virility touched his for the first time with no barriers between them. The feeling of the rigid column of flesh gliding against his was a sensation he could not get enough of. He arched up greedily under the Captain and felt his senses borne aloft on the wings of desire.

His soft cries roused the Sir Nicholas from his own sensuous trance and he raised his head to look down into the face he was fast coming to adore. He slowed his movements to watch, entranced by the rapture and fear on Greg’s face. “What is it, palomo?”

On the edge of tears, Greg said, “I am melting. I fear if I fly too close to the sun, my wings will melt and I will fall…”

“Fall into me, querido,” whispered the Captain. “I will catch you.”

He reached a hand between them and grasped both their engorged shafts. Greg reached to join his own hand with the Captain’s and Nicholas clasped both of his hands firmly over Greg’s and together they stroked their combined flesh, familiar and new, to release. The pearls of white hot fluid splashed chests and stomachs as Nicholas slowed his movements to help Greg ride out the pinnacle of his ecstasy.

Nicholas leaned down to kiss Greg gently, passion spent, but desire still unfulfilled.

“That was glorious. I never dreamed…” Greg trailed off.

“There is more,” the Captain promised. “But sleep now, little one.”

Greg nodded, already drifting off into a peaceful haze.

The Captain got up shakily. He could not remember when so simple an act had moved him so strongly and suspected that this moonlit boy might be his downfall. No other partner had ever had such an effect on him, and as he cleaned first himself and then the sleeping young man, he wondered what the future would bring.

He’d intended only to possess the young man physically, but now he yearned for a more complete possession and even further, wished for Greg to possess him. Too tired to contemplate these disturbing thoughts now, he stood beside the bed looking down at the young man; his face silvered in the cool light of the moon, he slept with a small, satisfied smile on his face.

“I fear I may have met my fate, my treasure,” Nick said softly in Spanish. “More precious than ships or gold, you are mine, my prince of moonlight.”

TBC

palomo dove
querido beloved

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*brain goes splodey*

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Okay, i've tried to rebuild braingoo into some semblance of order. Tried, tried...

Historical romance makes me all hot and bothered. *fans self*
I may have to take to my chamber for the evening now, i ... uh.. have the vapours. Yes, that's it. Vapours.

Greg laughed again and waved his still booted foot at the Captain. “If I didn’t help, you would not be able to use me.”
Sassy, ain't he? So cute and impertinent. Now, to kiss or to swat. Ah, it's a hard choice..

Sir Nicholas repressed his growing desire to simply strip the young man naked and grind him into the bed.
PLEASE, Sir Nicholas! Don't restrain yourself! Give into your animal urges and fuck the dear boy senseless!

“I fear I may have met my fate, my treasure,”... “More precious than ships or gold, you are mine, my prince of moonlight.”
And now that.. that was wonderful. Wonderful!! *swoons* Ah, so romantic, i love it, i may or may not have *squeeee'd* out loud at that. *coughs* I do love me my dashing heroes and the.. um.. swooning.. damsels? Hrm...

Cookies and love for you!! This was muy caliente and i am very much looking forward to tomorrow's post!!!

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