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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 here: here
Chapter 7 here: here

Chapter 8/35

Ricardo stood with his hand on the wheel, whilst Nick looked at the sun and the horizon. “Two days out, barring any storms or such,” Ricardo said.

“More like three,” countered Nick. “The wind is shifting and skittish. Not enough to keep the sails bellied out.”

“Care to wager on that chance?” Ricardo asked irrepressibly. “Ah, here comes your protégé,” Ricardo nodded toward Greg, making his way toward them. Greg stopped, withdrew his arm from the sling and saluted.

“You’ve no need to salute. Have you checked it out to see whether any other man aboard observes such ceremony?” Ricardo said.

“I have not spent much time on deck, sir,” Greg responded.

“Please to accompany me to the forward cabin,” Nick cut in, suppressing Ricardo’s snicker with a glance. “I wish to ascertain your navigational skills; you may be of great assistance to me.”

Greg fell into step beside the Captain, looking straight ahead. When he caught sight of Archie, he hastily stuffed his arm back into the sling, with a guilty air.

“What was that about?” the Captain whispered conspiratorially.

“He wants me to wear the sling and he threatened me if he caught me without it,” Greg whispered back. “Besides, he’s been so kind, I wish to gratify him even though I don’t really need it.”

“What did he threaten you with?”

“I don’t know,” Greg admitted, then frowned, “But knowing him I wouldn’t like it.”

Nick chuckled, opening the door to the cabin wherein were kept the charts and navigational instruments. He pointed to chart spread open. “By my closest reckoning, we picked you up here, we are now here and this is where we are going,” he indicated an island penciled in on the chart. “The wind shifts and swirls, though the ocean remains calm. How long do you say until we shall arrive?”

Greg fell to work, checking the charts and noting the sails were only half full. “I would say three days, give or take, conditional upon whatever weather may arise. I will be able to tell more exactly tonight after the stars are visible.”

Nick nodded, pleased that the younger man agreed with his assessment. “We will look at the stars together then, tonight. How is your wound healing?”

“It’s fine,” said Greg shortly. He hated the attention garnered by his injury and did not enjoy feeling disabled. Then he bethought himself of the care that he had received and would not have been given aboard any other vessel as a captive and the nights during his illness when he’d displaced the Captain from his bed and shyly added, “I thank you for the care given me.”

Nick refrained from teasing Greg, recognizing in a flash of intuition what troubled him. “I haven’t had much time to tell you tales of my adventures, have I? Remind me to tell you of the time when a man held me at gunpoint, I was wounded, and if not for Ricardo, should not be standing with you here today,” Nick’s kind eyes smiled into Greg’s, noticing the easing of defensive lines and tense shoulders as he led him back out on deck.

Ah, he was right, the boy worried that his manliness was not enough. Well, he had a cure for that.

“What would you have me do now, sir?” Greg smiled back, but requested orders formally.

“I want you…” Nick paused to enjoy the widened eyes and intake of breath, “…to acquaint yourself with the ship and the men. And rest or Archie will not be the only one after you.”

“I have been doing nothing but rest,” complained Greg.

“Good, for I do not think you will be getting much sleep tonight, palomo.” The Captain grinned as he left Greg gaping by the rail.

~*~

Greg moaned loudly as Nick mouthed his nipple through his shirt, the damp cloth serving to heighten his sensitivity. He squirmed in Nick’s grip, unable to free his hands. His injured arm had been resting in his sling when Nick had surprised him from behind and frog-marched him to the bed.

“It’s time for your next lesson,” Nick growled in a low seductive voice. Noting the little shiver of apprehension underlying the eagerness he wondered what was concerning his young lover. “Are you ready for me?”

Greg nodded slowly, with a fixed stare, like a deer confronting his hunter, all too aware of his fate, yet powerless to prevent it.

Nick sighed and released Greg’s hands. “What has transpired since last night?”

He watched the conflicting emotions warring on Greg’s face and added, “The truth, palomo. The truth is always the best policy; have you not found that to be true?”

Greg’s face relaxed and he said, “The truth shall set you free, Father Grissom always said.”

“And since we are all in agreement, even those who are absent, grace me with the truth of what is bothering you. You didn’t fear me last night.”

Greg fumbled with how to tell Nick what he had learned from Archie, without betraying where he’d heard it, but couldn’t think of a plausible half-truth. Resigning himself, he came out with the truth.

“Archie said you cared enough not to hurt me… and I am… afraid… a very little,” he hastened to add, both for the sake of his own pride and that of the Captain. He didn’t know what the hurting consisted of, but he was very certain if it were possible not to cause this hurt, then Nick would not do so.

Nick caressed his face and said, “I would that I never cause you pain, hermoso. There are many things men can do to pleasure each other. Most involve no pain whatsoever.” He took a deep breath, “When I take you, it may hurt a little at first because you are untouched. I promise you I will try to make the pain as little as possible. And once you are mine, the pleasure overwhelms the pain and you will not heed it.”

Greg’s beautiful eyes did not leave Nick’s as he explained. “But that is in the future. Tonight I am hungry,” Nick smiled wolfishly and prowled in toward Greg again. “I am not done tasting you yet. Last night I merely nibbled, tonight I will devour.”

His mouth descended on Greg’s, licking, nipping, probing until his tongue gained entrance. Helpless to resist the demands of the voracious mouth consuming his, Greg opened his and responded with a like fervor such that he did not know he had. His hands came up to clutch at Nick and press him bruisingly close. Greg thrust up his hips convulsively, each breath releasing on a moan.

Nick nibbled down the side of Greg’s neck, pausing to suck a delectable spot here and there, revelling in the cries and whimpers this evoked. He paused at the tender juncture of shoulder and neck, and began to suck in earnest, determined to mark his new lover, claiming him for his own by leaving a sign of his conquest on the still unexplored terrain.

One hand pushed Greg’s shirt up, and Nick sighed as he touched the smooth skin that lay beneath. He paused to enjoy the toned muscles flexing under his hand, marveling at the slender strength of his lover’s body.

He mouthed his way purposely down Greg’s chest, licking, nibbling, sucking, tasting every inch of the rich, creamy skin exposed to his gaze. His hand fumbled with the fastenings of Greg’s breeches, releasing them at last and he pushed them down Greg’s thighs when he bethought himself of those damned boots.

Sighing, he sat up, releasing Greg, but only to find that he’d kicked off the shoes he’d worn that day in lieu of the beloved boots. “Thank you, love,” Nick said under his breath as he stripped off the breeches and stockings, dropping them to the floor. He tugged Greg’s shirt, lifting it carefully over the wounded arm and his head. He caught his breath as he viewed the banquet spread on his bed for his delectation.

Greg smiled up at him from under heavy-lidded eyes as Nick licked his lips over the slender body, long legs and beautiful manhood nestled in the curls between spread legs. When Greg held his arms out to Nick, it took his breath away that such a beautiful creature should offer his innocence so freely to him.

He could not resist moving to rest on top of Greg, and kissing him again. Greg shifted under Nick, panting at the unfamiliar sensation of Nick’s clothed groin pressing against his naked skin, rough but exciting. Nick ground down into Greg, and then pulled away, ready to resume his feast.

He kissed his way down Greg’s body yet again, bypassing the seat of pleasure, moving instead to explore the soft skin on inner thighs and smoothing his hand down a long muscular leg, delighting in the possession of eye and mouth. Lazily he held one of Greg’s feet and rubbed the arch, surprised at the reaction this elicited. Greg moaned loudly and his body curved almost completely off the bed.

Storing the information for later use, Nick smiled and leaned over to delicately taste the head of Greg’s swollen shaft, barely touching it. Hastily he gripped one of Greg’s hips to pin him to the bed, so violent was the reaction.

“What did you do?” Greg gasped, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Open your eyes, palomo. Watch me,” Nick murmured. Greg pried his eyes open and looked down to see Nick’s tongue swirl over the head as he looked up at Greg with a roguish expression. “Delicious.”

As Nick took the whole head into his mouth, Greg dropped his head back and groaned loudly, arching as much as he was able under the pressure of Nick’s hand. His good arm came down and his fingers slid through Nick’s long hair, twisting the locks involuntarily.

Greg was undone by the heat and wetness of Nick’s mouth, combined with the sucking sensation, pulling on his shaft. Teeth teased delicately at the sensitive ridge, a hot tongue swirled firmly over the swollen vein underneath, while a hand caressed and rolled his sac below.

Greg lifted himself up on his elbows, the sight of what Nick was doing enhancing the bliss he was experiencing. He cried out as Nick’s mouth enveloped first one, then the other sac, sucking gently as his hand pressed on the perineum. Greg had never felt anything as arousing.

Nick released the sphere gently and returned his attention to the dripping swollen member before him. He took in the head and as much of the length as he could manage, relaxing his throat to swallow in as much of Greg as he could. He closed his eyes and hummed with contentment, the taste of his young lover was exhilarating and he could barely contain his impatience to taste his release.

Nick sucked harder, swirling his tongue and Greg felt a tingle throughout his body, like a river of fire all flowing toward his groin, setting him alight with an exquisite longing that exploded into sublime pleasure as he screamed his release and he fell back on the bed, limp with satisfaction.

palomo dove
hermoso beautiful

TBC

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*is now a puddle of goo* Guh.

Brain's gone SPLODEY!

I love how you're interpsersing them getting to know each other with the hawtness. 'Tis fabby.

Off to bed now where I'll dream of pirates. *nodnod*

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