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nickngreg
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
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kahlualeia who shares my love of Georgette HeyerBeta 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 here: here
Chapter 9 here: here
Chapter 10/35
“How is it that the men seem impervious to you and Archie holding hands, or the Captain…”
“Kissing you on deck?” Ricardo laughed.
“Are they all…?”
“No,” laughed Ricardo again. “Some love men, others love women.”
“Then how are they so… tolerant?” Greg was confused.
“All men presently aboard this ship are here voluntarily. They know the Captain; they love him and follow him. They accept him as he is, because with him, they are free.”
“And you…?”
“I choose to sail with him. I have my own ship and make my own voyages but sometimes we sail together.” Ricardo looked off at the horizon, wrinkling his brow. “I sail with him because he freed me from a life of slavery and because he is my friend.”
A grim smile twisted his lips as he looked back at Greg’s shocked face. “Yes, I was a slave, harvesting sugar cane. Not a life for a prince, would you say? For amongst my own people, that is what I would have been.
“And if you asked each man on board, there is not one that Nick did not free from some form of unjust servitude. Men who were pressed aboard ship, or indentured servants with no hope of buying their freedom, or men such as I, marked and set aside by a different colour.”
“But… I thought he was a pirate?”
“He is now, of a sort,” mused Ricardo. “He did not start out that way. He has a title and his family has estates in England. If he could return there, he would in the natural course of events, attain to his father’s unentailed property as his older brother is the heir.”
“Why can he not return?”
“He was a privateer, duly licensed to operate in these waters. For some reason a man of substance, I know not why, developed some grudge against Nick. He laid a false report with Lord Atwater, accusing Nick of piracy. Without investigation, this man decreed Nick a pirate and now he is a hunted man.”
“So he doesn’t steal from ships and take prisoners?” Greg asked dubiously.
“He says he might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb,” laughed Ricardo. “He does steal if that’s what you would call it. Under his rightful license, it would be called taking his due. And we have to eat,” he ended simply.
“I thought he was Spanish,” Greg said, his train of thought leading him back to Ricardo’s earlier words.
“His mother was Spanish, his father English. Interestingly, they met much as you did. His mother was aboard a Spanish boat that fired on his father’s ship. His father said, ‘I never refuse a challenge.’ The ships engaged and his won the day, then he found to his dismay that a gently bred woman was aboard, accompanied by her father. He took them aboard his ship, deeming it a cruelty to set them adrift in a dinghy with the other survivors. He had planned to return her to her homeland but they fell in love and were married, with her father’s blessing.” Ricardo chuckled as he realized that the story of Nick’s parents almost paralleled the events now unfolding between Nick and Greg.
“After they married, Nick’s father gave up life on the ocean. He was used to say that his wife gave him more trouble and adventure than he’d ever encountered at sea and he was content to bide at her side. From all Nick’s accounts, she was a woman of fiery temperament.” Ricardo chuckled. For all Greg’s reserve and pale looks, he suspected he had much the same kind of temperament and Nick would indeed have an exciting time of it.
~*~
From The Extasie by John Donne
This Extasie doth unperplex
(We said) and tell us what we love,
Wee see by this, it was not sexe,
Wee see, we saw not what did move . . .
But as all severall soules containe
Mixture of things, they know not what,
Love, these mixt soules, doth mixe againe,
And makes both one, each this and that.
Soe soule into the soule may flow,
Though it to body first repaire.
Love's mysteries in soules doe grow,
But yet the body is his booke.
~*~
Greg walked into the cabin and found himself backed against the paneled wall, held in place by the weight of Nick’s body pressed against his. He focused on the glowing eyes, only inches away, as they stood chest to chest, their heart rates increasing concurrently.
Nick just stared at him. He hadn’t felt as nervous since his own first experience; he wanted to ensure he didn’t hurt Greg. He felt the heat build between them as they stood motionless and silent. He could tell from the excitement and apprehension in Greg’s eyes that he understood tonight would be the next lesson in their lovemaking.
Nick raised his hand and caressed the curve of his lover’s cheek gently, then moved his hand to tangle in Greg’s hair. He held him in place as he took his lips firmly, as if they had been made just for him, in a tender kiss.
Greg leaned into the soft kiss, darting his tongue into his lover’s mouth, gliding over Nick’s tongue and teeth in slow imitation of the subtle movement of their hips. His heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst out from his chest. His eyes closed and he clasped his arms around Nick’s shoulders, holding onto him as his knees turned to jelly and he started to sag.
“I’m going to fall,” he whispered into Nick’s cheek.
“I have you, you won’t fall,” Nick said reassuringly and Greg shivered as he felt Nick’s arms tighten around him. One of Nick’s hands slid slowly down his back reaching to cup a buttock, pulling him in tighter and lending extra support to his trembling body.
Greg wondered at the restraint and delicacy of Nick’s hands as they touched him almost reverently. Greg angled his head to kiss Nick again, losing himself in the meeting of their mouths, controlling the kiss this time as he felt Nick yield the lead to him.
Nick pulled away from the kiss, hearing his young lover panting as if he would pass out. He knew well how to ignite the flames of desire but here there was no need for skill or artifice, fire burned brightly between them with only the smallest of touches. He smiled as he stroked Greg’s hair, feeling tenderness such as he never had before. He had always wanted to please his lovers but never before had it been so terribly important to him.
“Are you going to have me tonight?” Greg whispered tremulously.
Nick gulped and started breathing faster at the mere words from his lover. He closed his eyes to keep back the sudden tears of affection. When he opened his eyes again he saw shadowed in the moonlight both fear and need burning in Greg’s eyes.
“I desire you… as I have never desired another. I would that you come to my bed willing. Happy for me to take my pleasure in you and knowing that in return I will give you pleasure beyond what you have ever dreamt of,” he said in a broken trembling voice.
“I want to watch your beauty as you find delight in my arms. What I feel for you is beyond any mere pleasure our bodies may share. I am on fire with longing to take you in my arms and look down into your face as you willingly open your body to me and share the joy to be had in our joining.”
Greg closed his eyes and shook his head, dizzy with words such as he’d never heard before. More beautiful than any poetry because these words came from the heart of his lover and were only for him; never to be spoken to another. He vowed that the possessive, tender note in Nick’s voice and those words spoken in that low timbre with a break of emotion alone was almost enough to get him to his climax.
Supporting Greg’s trembling frame, Nick gently led him to the bed. Unresistingly Greg stood awaiting his captain’s pleasure. Nick tugged at his shirt and Greg raised his hands so it could be lifted over his head. Catching his breath, Nick reached to touch the skin and muscle, taut with the hardness of youth, and slid his hands gently over Greg’s neck to his shoulders, down to his sides and thence to the waistband of his breeches.
Greg gasped as Nick inserted a finger in the waistband and pulled Greg toward him. Nick unfastened the breeches and slowly slid them down the long sleek legs, gathering the stockings on the way. He knelt on the floor and Greg put his hands on Nick’s shoulder to brace himself as he stepped shakily out of his shoes and clothing. Nick looked up to see his young lover revealed in his nakedness, his manhood jutting out, solid with arousal.
Unable to resist, Nick took the head in his mouth. At the sudden embrace, Greg’s hands tightened, digging into Nick’s shoulders and his head dropped back with a choked cry. Nick allowed Greg to support himself and used his hand to roam over firm buttocks, caressing the sac, and finally stroking whatever part of Greg’s shaft he was unable to swallow.
Greg yielded to the delicious sensation of Nick’s mouth upon his organ and already lost in the seduction of his lover’s verbal wooing, reached his peak with a strangled moan, his knees buckling.
Nick smiled as he lowered the limp body onto the bed and watched his face relax in satisfaction. Hastily he stripped himself, anxious to touch the velvet skin with his own. He covered Greg’s body with his, content for the moment, simply to hold him and watch his face in the moonlight.
“Why did you not wait until you take me to pleasure me?” Greg murmured at last.
“I need to prepare your body to take me inside,” Nick explained. “The more relaxed you are the easier it will be for you.” He took Greg’s hand and placed it on his impressively engorged organ. He reached for the bottle of oil on the shelf near the bed and warmed some in his hands.
Slowly he stroked Greg’s shaft with his slippery hands, unsurprised to find it already hard again. He allowed one hand to roam further down and rolled the spheres in his fingers, hearing the catch in Greg’s breathing that greeted this further stimulation. Reaching lower still he pressed on the perineum and remained there for a moment, then explored further still, lightly circling the entrance to his lover’s body.
Greg jerked away from Nick when he felt his hand at his most private entrance. Nick made little soothing noises but Greg tightened up and could not relax himself. His hand stopped stroking Nick’s member in shock. Without thinking he said the first thing that came to mind.
“That will never fit there!”
Nick tried not to laugh, with the result that he spoke with a distinct tremor. “Little one, you must trust me and relax. I assure you that we will fit together and you will be able to take all of me inside you. I will prepare you slowly and you will see how wonderful this can feel. Just lie still for a little. I will do nothing that you won’t like.”
Nick continued stroking Greg’s organ slowly until Greg gradually relaxed and nodded to Nick. Greg was almost weeping from fear but reasoned that this could not be so painful or other men would not be doing it, apparently with frequency. And with Nick’s hand upon him the slow burn of arousal sparked the fire in his blood to blaze hotter and brighter.
With great care and constraint, Nick breached Greg for the first time with a slick finger and felt him tighten immediately.
“Breathe for me, little one, or you will break my finger. Relax and calm yourself.”
Greg breathed deeply almost sobbing at the burn, but was able to gradually unclench his muscles. Nick pushed further and started a soft slow stroking inside Greg’s passage.
Greg realized that the burn had gone and the stimulation was becoming pleasurable, and as a result opened even more to Nick.
“How is this for you?”
“It is nice.”
“Nice.” Nick decided he needed to prove to Greg that he would reach a height of pleasure greater than nice. He curled his finger, searching for the bundle of nerves and smiled as Greg gave a great leap and cried out.
“What was that?”
“That is what makes this better than nice, palomo.”
“Do that again,” Greg begged breathlessly.
“I like it when you beg,” Nick smiled as he drew a sigh of relief. Given the enthusiasm with which his young lover had embraced the other lessons, he had hoped that when he finally possessed Greg, he would enjoy it as much. He withdrew his finger and added another.
Greg began to pant and writhe in the effort to get more contact with Nick’s fingers; the arousing stimulation almost too much for his senses. He could not imagine that anything would feel better than this, Nick’s hand on his shaft and his fingers invading his body to create such delicious rapture.
Watching Greg’s face with concern and tenderness, Nick added another finger and stretched the passage. The young man was extraordinarily tight and he did not wish to cause him pain unnecessarily. Finally his own arousal claimed his attention.
“I want to take you now, mi luna,” he whispered tenderly.
“Please…” Greg gasped.
Nick withdrew his fingers from Greg’s body and said, “Open for me, little one.”
He aligned his swollen organ and pushing slowly, penetrated Greg’s tight passage with just the head of his rigid shaft. Greg cried out and Nick, watching his face carefully, froze, recognizing the grimace of pain. Tears slid out of the corners of Greg’s closed eyes and he gasped for breath, his member going soft. His hands clutched at Nick’s shoulders as he fought to relax again.
“Do you still want this?” Nick asked with concern.
Greg nodded his head vigourously and moaned, “Be patient…with me… please… just let me…”
“I’ll wait for you as long as you need…” Nick’s body trembled with the effort to stay still, fighting the desire to just sheath himself to the hilt.
Gradually Greg started to control his breathing and relax his body.
“It is easier from here on, little one,” Nick whispered and leaned down to capture Greg’s mouth in a kiss. Greg relaxed into the kiss and Nick was able to slide in a little further, pausing again to allow Greg time to adjust.
Feeling Greg melt under his kiss, Nick slid their tongues together, drinking in the sweetness of his lover’s mouth.
Inch by slow inch, Nick completed his penetration until Greg was completely impaled. He stopped, sinking into Greg was astounding, being inside him felt like being held tightly in the finest silk, and Nick had to control his urge to rush to completion.
Greg lay pinned under Nick in complete wonder at the sensation of having someone inside his body, to have part of someone else joined with him, moving inside. To have Nick inside him. He wept again silently at the feeling of fullness, a completion he had not desired because he could never have imagined it existed.
“Are you well?” Nick asked. “May I move?”
Greg nodded, unsure as to whether he could speak.
At the first gentle thrust, he threw back his head and started moaning softly. Nick took his lips with his own and smothered the moans with his kisses. He moved slowly inside his lover, whose body blazed with a fire that he never would have suspected burned in one so reserved.
He reached to lift Greg’s legs to his waist and Greg wrapped them eagerly around the older man, digging his heels in when he realized he could both draw Nick deeper inside and gain purchase to thrust up to meet him.
Nick angled differently to contact the center of pleasure inside and was rewarded with a loud inarticulate cry, modulating to a series of whimpers and moans. Greg greeted each stroke with a moan, each louder than the last. Recognizing from his breathing and the jerking of his body that his lover was nearing climax, Nick raised up on one elbow and thrust harder and deeper, while stroking Greg’s solid arousal, pushing him over the edge. His release came with a loud scream as his essence anointed Nick’s chest and stomach.
Nick braced his feet against the foot of the bed and thrust hard and fast up into Greg, achieving his climax with a great roar of relief. He collapsed onto Greg’s body, shiny with perspiration and gasping for breath.
After several long minutes, Greg started to laugh. After a surprised moment, Nick joined the laughter, saying, “What is it, my little one?”
“It fit. You fit. We fit together well.”
“We fit as if made for each other,” Nick agreed. He started to withdraw and Greg held him, saying, “Stay!”
“I cannot, palomo, or we will be stuck together,” Nick chuckled.
“Now that you are inside me I want you there forever,” Greg sighed softly. “It feels like heaven.”
“I would that I could be inside you forever,” Nick said regretfully. He withdrew and arose to get a wet cloth. He cleaned himself and then gently tended to his lover.
“When can we do this again?” Greg asked, and then yawned hugely.
“You will be the death of me,” said Nick grinning.
“Your beauty is the hot and splend'rous sun,*” Greg murmured drowsily. “You have enslaved me yet again.”
Nick lay down and gathered Greg into his arms, kissing him softly and tenderly.
“My slave, you will end by ruling me.”
*To the Phoenix, Michael Drayton.
palomo dove
mi luna my moon
TBC
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Date: 2005-12-25 11:13 am (UTC)Merry Christmas!
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Date: 2005-12-25 05:47 pm (UTC)This is an excellent story I can't wait to read the rest
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Date: 2005-12-25 07:39 pm (UTC)And that, my wonderful and brilliantly talented friend, is the world's most subtle and gorgeous piece of forshadowing I've ever laid eyes upon.
This is so gorgeous, dear. Lyrical and loving and beautiful and perfect. Thank you for everything you do.
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Date: 2005-12-25 08:07 pm (UTC)Hurray!!
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Date: 2005-12-25 11:07 pm (UTC)*pants some more*
*dies from all the panting*
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Date: 2005-12-26 09:47 am (UTC)It was good to find out more about Nick's background. I kind of squealed because I only just read about pirates and privateers! :) I'm eager to find out who the guy with the grudge against Nick is.
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Date: 2005-12-27 08:54 pm (UTC)Re: This is an excellent story I can't wait to read the rest
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