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"A Pirate's Trade"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Alternate Universe - Pirates, yes I
went there, Yaoi, Smut, Questionable Pirate Morality, Arrrrg Pairings: 2x1, 3x4 Summary: Captain Maxwell of the Shinigami, second
most feared pirate to sail the Seven Seas, unwittingly stole precious
booty from the one man who is more feared than he is. Oops. "A Pirate's Trade" Chapter 4: Fateful Encounters, Part Two
"Please...I snore. Like a bear." "Uh-huh." "I mean, like - like a walrus." "Walruses snore?" "Yes! And...and I have cold feet. Ice cold." "Okay." "Please, Sir...Captain Barton. You don't want me. I chew with my mouth open and I have detestable manners." "Somehow I doubt anyone who uses the word "detestable" is lacking in manners." Damn. He tried again. "I'm a slob. I'll mess up your ship." "No, you won't." Quatre spotted the Catherine in all its majestic glory floating benignly beside the dock, getting closer with each step and he renewed his struggles as he was dragged up the ramp. "No! I don't want this. Please." "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, boy." Quatre groaned in frustration as he was carried onto the ship, recognizing the area near the front that was walled off to form the captain's cabin. Barton opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside, but Quatre grabbed hold of the frame, clinging for dear life. Barton tightened his grip, yanking hard, and Quatre hollered, losing his hold, his nails leaving tracks in the wood as he was pulled inside. He yelped as he was dumped unceremoniously onto the bed, immediately crawling off the side and making a break for the door a split second before Barton slammed it closed. He calmly grabbed the boy again and dropped him back on the bed. Quatre bounced against the mattress, already tiring from the struggle and his useless attempts to negotiate his way out of this. His eyes widened in fear, heart pounding when Barton reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a long chain with cuffs attached to each end. Oh no! He's going to put me in chains! Panicked, he screamed bloody murder, punching, kicking, and clawing as one end of the chain was clasped around his ankle. He growled like a rabid animal while Barton secured the other end of the cuff to the bed's foot frame. He hissed and spit through clenched teeth, trying in vain to free his ankle from the cuff. Barton stood off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest, watching him with an infuriatingly calm expression. After realizing he wasn't getting out of the chain, Quatre turned on the man with his last shreds of dignity. "You bastard! How dare you! You have no right to keep me prisoner like this. I am not a slave. You let me go this instant!" In his enraged state, he momentarily forgot who he was speaking to and continued his verbal lashing until his head swung to the side from a sharp slap to his face. He dropped to the bed, stunned from the blow and blinked dizzily up at the pirate whose expression never once changed. When he spoke, his voice was still soft, low, but edged with power and authority and Quatre realized the man didn't need to shout in order to be listened to. Everything from his intense eyes, to his powerful body, right down to his stance and demeanor screamed dominance. Quatre shivered, fully understanding why this man incited terror and respect. "Now, you listen to me, boy. You are here because I wish it. What you want is no longer relevant. You will obey me at all times. You will do as I tell you without argument. If you disobey me, you will be punished. If you are obedient, you will be rewarded. You have one purpose and one purpose only. To pleasure me however, whenever, and wherever I wish. You will be fed, bathed, and taken care of. Do as you're told and there will be no problems, but if you do not mind me, you will suffer the consequences." Quatre's chin quivered as the gravity of his situation settled upon him like a dark, ominous cloud. "Why are you doing this? Why me?" Barton stepped closer and Quatre held his breath as calloused fingers grasped his chin. Barton leaned down over him, so close his lips just barely brushed against the boy's. Quatre's mouth trembled beneath the hot breath that ghosted over his face. "You belong to me now. No one else is allowed to touch you. You will bare yourself for no one but me. You will not touch yourself in a pleasing manner unless I give you explicit permission. Do you understand?" Quatre whimpered and nodded hesitantly, too frighted to speak. Tears spilled down over his temples as he stared up into the cold gaze of the captain, looking for any semblance of emotion, compassion, or humanity that he might be able to appeal to. To his despair, he saw none and he shifted his eyes away, unable to look into those frigid depths for very long. He'd thought being a whore had stripped him of his dignity, but this...this was much worse. As a whore, he'd had at least a wisp of control over his life. Now, he was nothing more than a pleasure slave. Stripped of what little of himself he had left, he had no autonomy, no say over his own body. He rolled onto his side, away from the captain and buried his face in the coverlet. The first sob bubbled out his chest and he was helpless to contain it. It was quickly followed by a second and third and soon, he was weeping brokenly, soaking the bed covers with his tears. He flinched when the captain's warm hand brushed his sweaty bangs away from his face. The touch was so gentle, so contrary to the violence that he'd witnessed those very same hands inflicting less than an hour ago. Those hands could easily tear him apart and he'd do well to remember that. It slid down his neck, over his shoulder and down the length of his arm, stroking along his side until it rested against his hip. Barton's mouth brushed against the shell of his ear. "I don't want to hurt you, boy. But if you continue to fight me, I will have no other option. All you have to do is obey me. Do as I tell you and you will reap the rewards. Whether this is easy, or difficult for you will be your choice." Quatre said nothing, keeping his face pressed into the cotton bedding as Barton stepped away. He heard the door open and close, but didn't bother to move. There was no point, no escape. He was chained to the bed of the most dangerous man in the region. He was not getting out of this unless Barton himself allowed it and it didn't seem like that was happening any time soon. He felt the cold, heavy weight of the steel cuff wrapped around his ankle, beginning to warm from his body heat. It felt like slavery, it felt like the end of the line. His eyes drifted closed, exhaustion finally overriding everything else. He likely had a long, harrowing night ahead of him. He'd do well to get his rest. He tucked his arms into his body, curling himself into a ball as much as the length of the chain allowed and succumbed to the bliss of unconsciousness. *** He woke when he heard the cabin door open and then close gently. He remained still, feigning sleep in the hopes that he would be spared any unpleasantries. He piqued his ears, listening intently to the sounds of the captain's boots against the wooden boards, heard something being set down onto the table beside the bed. Then, the distinctive sound of clothing being removed. Unable to resist temptation, he cracked his lids open, taking note that it was now dark outside, no light spilling through the port holes that served as windows. The only light now was the glow from the lantern on the table. Quatre watched the captain through his lashes as he pulled his shirt off. His eyes took in the sight of the golden, muscular back, flexing with movement as he reached down to remove his breeches. Quatre squeezed his eyes shut when the globes of Barton's, rather glorious, arse were revealed. His breath became slightly labored and he discreetly squeezed his thighs together when his groin twitched with interest. Oh, no. Not now. Please don't do this now. What have I ever done you? Haven't I always been good to you? Why must you betray me like this? The silence in the room was unnerving and Quatre was having a hard time keeping still now that he was wide awake. He tried not to tense as the sound of bare feet scuffed across the floor, getting closer until the faint glow of light behind his eyes was blocked by the captain's shadow. He applauded his body for not jumping when warm fingers brushed his hair away from his face. He could feel Barton's breath against his cheek and forced himself to remain lax. "I know you're awake, boy. It's time for you to eat." Quatre cursed internally. How the hell does he know that? He blinked his eyes open, daring to look up into the captain's face and trying not to shrink back at the proximity. Barton's beautiful features were cast in shadow, those brilliant green eyes dark, but still illuminated by that intense gleam. After a breathless moment, Barton pulled up and reached for the tray on the table. "Sit up." Quatre obediently did and allowed the tray to be settled into his lap. At the sight of the food, his appetite returned with a vengeance and he blushed as his stomach gave a loud growl. He picked up a delicious looking french roll, surprised to see a pat of butter on the plate beside it. He glanced up at Barton with wide eyes. It had been a year since he'd had butter and his mouth watered in anticipation. He also gave a start when he finally realized Barton was stark naked, standing shameless before him with his arms at his sides, his shoulders squared, and proudly baring his goods. And quite the goods they were, too. Quatre couldn't help but look down at the not-quite-flaccid cock, half hard and nestled in a bed of dark hair. He quickly looked away and back down at his plate, his face burning hot. "Eat. You need your strength. You're too thin." Need my strength for what? He wondered, though he knew the answer to that. He ate, slowly at first until his hunger decided he needed to take things up a notch. He scarfed down the food, trying not to moan at how good it was. The butter was delicious and the meal was so plentiful, Quatre was more full than he'd been in years. Now, with a proper amount of food in his stomach, he was able to think a little more clearly. He was going to have to submit to Barton. He knew that much. Would it really be so bad? He glanced back up as he finished off the last of his meal to find the man staring at him with those gleaming green eyes and shivered as arousal zinged through his system. He was without a doubt, the most beautiful man Quatre had ever seen. But he was also a tyrant in his own right. Barton claimed he didn't want to hurt him, but could Quatre really believe that? Weren't pirates notorious liars? Hadn't he taken Quatre against his will and chained him to his bed? Quatre's instinctual attraction to the man was at war with the fact that he'd been forced into sexual servitude. Though his previous predicament wasn't all that different than this one. He'd still been forced to do things he didn't want in order to survive. Barton stepped forward when Quatre was done and he held the tray up. "Thank you," he murmured timidly, beginning to shake now because he was fairly certain what would happen next. Would he simply be taken without regard to his own pleasure? It wouldn't be the first time a man had taken him for the sole purpose of his own pleasure. He blew out a soft breath and closed his eyes, mentally willing himself to just do as he was told. Barton had said he would reap the rewards if he did and he was curious as to what exactly those rewards would be. Barton set the tray back onto the table and turned to him, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. Quatre did his best not to cringe away from the gaze that seemed to look right through him. What he really felt like doing was hiding. Curling himself up and shutting out the world around him. He was scared. Scared he was going to be hurt, scared that he was helplessly aroused by the man's beauty and aura of dominance. He tucked his chin into his chest and waited for the verdict. "Lie down." Quatre's heart rate sped up, pumping and fluttering against his rib cage. Alright, here we go. Just don't fight him and hopefully this will go smoothly. He laid back down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying hard not to hyperventilate as he waited for Barton's next move. He jumped only slightly as those calloused fingers opened his shirt, sliding the thin material down his arms and then out from under his back. He forced himself to keep his breathing steady when the hands worked at the fastenings of his breeches. Cool air brushed against his groin, then his legs as his pants were pulled down. They caught when they reached the cuff of his ankle chain, but Barton simply tore the remaining fabric the rest of the way off. Quatre's bare chest heaved as Barton stood over him, taking in the curves and angles of his body, the smooth, pale skin. His breath hitched when Barton's knee dipped the mattress and then the pirate was climbing onto the bed. Quatre blinked and bit his lip as the captain's face lowered over his and forced his mouth to relax as his lips were taken in a deep kiss. They were swollen and tingly when Barton pulled away and Quatre reminded himself to stay still when he moved lower, kissing over his cheek and down his neck. He suckled at the boy's throat and the gentle sensation shot lightning bolts of pleasure straight to Quatre's groin. His cock hardened without his consent and he tried not to squirm as the lips continued to descend, sucking on a peaked nipple. He bit down on a whimper, closing his eyes and trying to ignore how good it felt, but will little success. His belly was tickled as Barton's hair brushed over it, his mouth peppering kisses on the twitching abdomen. Quatre was gobsmacked, to be quite honest. He couldn't believe the most feared pirate of the high seas was actually treating him of all people with such gentleness. He never thought a man like him would have been capable of that. For all intents and purposes, Quatre should have been torn open and ravaged by now. His breath stuttered when a hand wrapped around his inner thigh and pulled his leg to the side, exposing him in a heady, delicious way. Quatre's own hand flew up over his mouth to stifle his scream as the pirate's mouth descended on his groin. Barton suckled at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, up over the apex where his leg and hip met. He kissed Quatre's hipbones and buried his face into the boy's groin and Quatre's mouth dropped open in unbridled pleasure when his cock was sucked into the man's mouth. An involuntary groan escaped between his lips and he sunk his teeth into his tongue in an attempt to stop any more that might want to slip out. He clutched fistfuls of the bedding, angry that his body was betraying him, but also too immersed in the incredible sensations to pay it much heed. His hips moved of their own accord, pushing into the wet suction around his cock. His balls drew up tight as rapture swirled between his legs, his climax coming fast and furious. He mewled when the pirate pulled off, resisting the temptation to grab his head and pull him back down to finish the job. Instead, Barton's mouth kissed and suckled his balls and Quatre gasped when those calloused hands shoved his knees up to his chest. He was so dizzy with arousal, he couldn't stop the moans this time when the captain's mouth traveled down and worked over his opening. Without even realizing what he was doing, Quatre grabbed the backs of his knees and pulled his legs up as high as he could. His head thrashed back and forth as Barton made love to his opening with lips and tongue. His chin quivered, murmuring nonsensically, overwhelmed with bliss, the likes of which he hadn't experienced since his encounter with Sayib. Somehow, this was even better. The knowledge of the danger he was in, knowing who he was with, skyrocketing the pleasure to unbearable levels. His hand scrabbled down, the tips of his fingers barely brushing the brown fringe of the pirate's hair and he realized through the haze in his mind that it really was as silky as it looked. His back bowed as his orgasm surged up, his muscles tensing and toes curling. He could distantly hear the jingle of the chain attached to his ankle and a warning flag flashed behind his eyes, reminding him that this was no simple tryst and instead of bringing him back to reality, it sent him over the edge. His body violently shook as his cock erupted, shooting ropes of come up his belly and chest and the pirate licked him through it until he was trembling with aftershocks and nearly weeping with hysteria. He scarcely noticed the tears that leaked from his eyes, so out of it he was. His body went lax with satisfaction though his limbs still occasionally twitched. He didn't resist when he was rolled onto his stomach and Barton's weight settled against his back. He panted into the bedding as Barton kissed his shoulder blades, opening his thighs in submission when the pirate wedged his hips between them. His sated cock twitched against the mattress, his surrender sending jolts of interest into his groin. "You're so beautiful," Barton husked against his damp skin and Quatre mewled, helpless to stop himself from rubbing his arse against the man's cock, begging for penetration. "I knew you were the right one. I knew it the first moment I laid eyes on you." He humped against the boy's arse and Quatre nodded deliriously against the bed, not even sure what he was agreeing to and wanting nothing more than to be buggered by this gorgeous, deadly man. Barton closed his teeth around Quatre's ear, biting down just enough to incite a little pain, but not hard enough to damage it. Barton whispered against his ear and Quatre could hear the tremble in his voice, his cock hardening again as he realized the effect he was having on this brutal man. "You're mine now. I will kill anyone who touches you," the pirate growled and pressed his cock into the throbbing place between the boy's legs that was craving to be taken. "You're being a very good boy. This is all you have to do. Just give yourself to me and only me and I will make you very happy. I will take care of you and I will make sure no one ever hurts you again." This was the price he had to pay and he realized it wasn't that much of a price. To be cherished, protected, and dare he say it? Loved? Though, naive he might be, he wasn't so naive to think this man loved him, or was even capable of such an emotion. But to be treated so tenderly, so reverently was almost as good. The possessiveness only made his desire stronger and his body flared with lust and surrender. Tears dripped down over his nose onto the bed and he keened with need, desperately wanting this violent man to make love to him. "What's your name?" "Quatre." "Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful creature. What do you want, Quatre?" The words bubbled out from between his lips, unbidden, before he could stop them. "Take me." He whimpered when oiled fingers slipped into his opening, touching him in places that hadn't been touched in so long. Barton pressed hot, searing kisses along his back as he prepared his catamite for his cock, whispering words of dominance and possession into his skin. "Who do you belong to?" "I - ohhhhh....I belong to you." "Only me?" "Yes, ah, yes...only you." He muffled his cries into the bedding when the pirate's thick cock pushed into his body and opened his legs as widely as he could. His cock, fully hard once again, rubbed deliciously against the blankets as he was rocked back and forth with the force of the captain's thrusts. He moaned in abandon, tiny yelps every time Barton's hips slapped against his arse, realizing the man fucked like he fought. With everything he had in him. Quatre could feel the sweat drip from the captain's forehead onto his back and roll down his sides, listened to the sweet sounds of his grunts, amazed that he'd given in so quickly. Father was right. I am a whore. A shameless one at that. He'd never felt anything as delectable as being plundered by this man. Pleasure so exquisite, he was out of his mind with it. Within minutes, he was coming again, his eyes rolling back into his head as he spurted into the sheets. Barton groaned loudly when the contractions of Quatre's body squeezed his cock and thrust into the boy so hard, Quatre's eyes crossed from the pressure on his overstimulated prostate. He curled his fingers into the bedding, laying limply against the mattress while Barton roughly fucked him to his own completion and shivered when he pushed in so deeply, he couldn't tell where he ended and Barton began. The pirate gave a shout, his teeth sinking into Quatre's bony shoulder, pressing against the boy as he released his orgasm inside him. Quatre was barely cognizant as he was rolled onto his side and cleaned with a soft cloth. He whimpered with over sensitivity as Barton swiped the cloth between his legs then tossed it over his shoulder. He hummed as he was pulled into warm, strong arms, feeling the still damp skin of the captain's chest against his back. Barton curled his long, powerful body around him and Quatre couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so safe and protected. Ironic that the sense of security came from someone so notoriously dangerous. He may have felt just a hint of pride that this most dreaded pirate had chosen him as a lover of sorts. But who knew? Maybe Barton had other lovers? Maybe even other catamites. And what would happen if Barton decided Quatre had overstayed his welcome? Would he be dropped off at the nearest port to once again fend for himself? There were still many uncertainties as to where this new journey in his life would lead and it frightened him. Despite the incredible sex and the security of being held in the pirate's arms as though he was something precious, all was still not well. He was still brought here against his will and chained to a bed. He really wasn't given much choice. Surrender, or be punished. He was going to have to remind himself that he was being forced into this no matter how beautifully Barton manipulated his body. He couldn't allow this man to manipulate his mind, too. *** As the days turned into weeks and burned slowly into months, winter settled upon Europe with a vengeance and the Catherine sailed south for warmer climates. Quatre could be fairly sure now that Barton had no other lovers, or catamites. Only him. Every time they docked, Quatre was always kept closely at his side, never allowed to stray more than a few feet away. He was required to attend the captain's business dealings, brought along during their pillages, and was paraded around in front of Barton's enemies like a prize. Quatre was mandated to keep himself in prime shape, clean, and beautiful at all times. Barton adorned him in high quality silks and enjoyed clasping jewels valuable enough to buy a small country around his neck and wrists. Quatre was also given rouges and waxy pigments for his cheeks and lips. Inside the captain's cabin, Barton had installed a vanity with a tiny stool for him to primp and pretty himself for his captain. Off the ship, he was held in a possessive arm and metaphorically dangled in front of the other pirates as something desirable, but not attainable. Any man who tried to touch him either lost their hands, or their lives. Quatre felt he should have been more disturbed by the amount of blood that was spilled over him, but became quite accustomed to it instead. On the ship, he was expected to pleasure his captain in all the ways in which Barton desired it. Quatre quickly became used to being grabbed in muscular arms and thrown to the bed, or pressed up against the wall, panting into the wood as he was buggered senseless. When Barton was especially tired, he would beckon the boy to ride his erection, watching with his hands laced behind his head as his pretty blond catamite worked his beautiful peach of an arse over his cock, his soft cries like music to the captain's ears. It didn't matter if it was morning, night, or during suppertime. Quatre's duty was to drop whatever he was doing and surrender to the man at Barton's discretion. Barton had removed the chain two months ago and Quatre was given free reign to roam the ship as he pleased. The crew was very respectful, knowing that even a lecherous glance at the boy would incite the captain's wrath. To Quatre's surpise, they warmed up to him pretty quickly, teaching him the basics of sailing and showing him the art of cartography. Quatre found he had quite the skill reading maps and making new ones during their journeys, thus impressing Barton even more. Quatre would often see him watching with amusement and a glimmer of respect when Quatre was studiously working with the navigator. There might have even been a hint of affection and maybe something else Quatre didn't have the courage to name yet. The one who took the longest to warm up to him was Chang Wufei, but Barton assured him that was just how he was and not to take it personally. Quatre learned that the Chinese warrior had been a soldier for the Ming dynasty, devastated by betrayal when the government slaughtered his entire clan, including his young wife. Quatre was heartbroken to hear that and always made sure to grace the stern and cold man with warm smiles and cheerful conversation, even if it was one-sided. It took almost six months, but Quatre was finally rewarded when a morning greeting resulted in a tiny smile and a nod of acknowledgement. As far as Captain Barton was concerned, he'd told Quatre one evening that when they were alone, he should call him "Trowa". Quatre paused in the midst of fucking himself on Barton's cock, his hips ceasing their sensuous rolling to look down at the captain with wide eyes. "Really?" "Only in this cabin. Outside of this cabin, you are to refer to me by my title." "Trowa," Quatre tested the name on his lips. "It's beautiful." Barton gripped the boy's waist tightly, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers, agonized by Quatre's velvety heat, desperate for friction. "You think so?" Quatre nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely. I love it." Barton graced him with a rare smile. "Glad to hear it. Now get moving," he ordered, punctuating the demand by thrusting up into the boy's body. Quatre yelped and resumed his bouncing, tipping his head back in ecstasy as the captain's cock touched him in all the right places. Barton surged up and pulled his catamite against him, folding him into his arms and roughly fucked up into him. He placed hot, nipping kisses over Quatre's neck, growling when the boy keened in pleasure and climaxed between them. That night, Quatre lay awake, gazing into the face of his captain, his finger gently stroking along a chisled cheekbone. It was strange how quickly he'd acclimated into this life, but so far, Captain Barton...Trowa, he reminded himself, had stayed true to his word. While he was treated like a commodity at times, he was also treated like a priceless treasure. The sex was nothing for him to thumb his nose at either. If anything, Trowa always made sure he experienced nothing short of mind-blowing pleasure and more often than not, saw to it that Quatre climaxed at least once, occasionally two, or three times. Some things still frightened him. Lingering doubts about the permanency of his situation left him feeling uneasy. More so now because, as much as he hated to admit it, his feelings for the captain had become much stronger in recent months. Thoughts of something like love often crossing his mind and it terrified him to know he was becoming so attached, possibly even falling in love with him. He didn't dare ask the captain if he felt the same, but if Trowa eventually decided he didn't want him anymore, Quatre would be more crushed than he dared to admit. Most likely devastated. Still, either way, there was nothing he could do about it. In the peace of night though, he could look upon Trowa's sleeping face and allow himself to feel. A smile curled up the ends of his mouth and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of the pirate's nose. "Thank you, Trowa. Thank you for saving me."
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