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Pirates: Freedom to love, to live

By DuointherainPublished 4 years ago 15 min read
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The Caribbean

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“I am absolutely not interested in you, sir!” Mr. Edward Coventry’s voice was low, cheeks and lips flushed. Vivid blue eyes searched over the face of the man blocking his passage.

“That right?” Aksil asked, leaning in a little closer anyway. Sun darkened fingers brushed a bit thick dark hair away from Edward’s face. “Cuz I think you’re lying. I think you’re very interested in me. I think if I move my hand down a bit, to ya bits, I think we’ll both have to accept that you lie sometimes.”

Both of them stood on the same floor, in the hall, a single oil lamp swaying from a brass hook by the captain’s quarters. Every movement of the ocean lifted and unsteadied Edward, but Aksil’s hard body moved with the rolling of the floor as if it were just the air he breathed. Slightly taller than Edward with a couple dozen long braids, he was definitely not an acceptable Englishman. His eyes were an exotic violet and his tastes in pleasure leagues away from polite English refinement. His skin, already dark and darkened by the kiss of the sun, would never be pale enough to be English. It was a good thing he didn’t want to be English.

Tight black pants clung to hard thighs, to the curve of an ass that had never taken to sitting and waiting. His shirt hadn’t made it out into the hall, so there he stood, in only those black leather pants and braids. He had Edward’s back against the wall, one hand on the wall, blocking the passage to the upper deck and the other gently caressing refined English cheek.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Edward hissed angrily. “After I’m ransomed, I shall tell the magistrates all!”

Aksil let himself run the pad of his thumb over Edward’s flushed, warm, soft lips and a shiver of desire danced up his spine. “I’m not going to ransom you. At the next port, you’re free to leave, if you choose. I took you off Carr’s ship to protect you. Now, come back and sit down before you puke on my deck again. I won’t molest you, if you’re dead set against it.”

He pushed off from the wall, though he nearly posed there, making sure the scant light laid shadows over his lined and muscular abdomen, over the bulge in his pants that spoke to how much he was interested in his English guest.

“You can’t rescue people from the things they deserve,” Edward hissed, eyes gliding down that very lean belly, the tight pants. Every trip over that map sustained the flush on his cheeks, the heat in his pants. “I confessed to the crime.”

“That’s true.” Aksil put a hand on his hip, took a step away, chin lifted proudly. “You think you deserve to be hung on fine English soil for a murder you didn’t commit? Liars get punished, but not usually hung. You’d go to the gallows for your mistress, even though she’d never ridden that cock you’ve got. I’m pretty sure ain’t no one ever ridden that cock. It’s a terrible shame.”

“Virginity is a virtue,” Edward whispered as the rolling of the ship fairly tossed him about, forward, right against Aksil’s unmovable body.

“In a child,” Aksil allowed, an arm around the softer, more cultured body of the secretary he’d stolen. “Are you a child, Mr. Coventry?”

“No,” Edward whispered, but that was okay, he was so close to his pirate captain that his hesitant breath brushed over golden shoulder. “The path that God gives our lives is not to be questioned.”

“And God put you here in my arms, did he not,” Aksil asked, accent exotic, slightly French, heavily something Edward had never heard before. One hand gently guiding the man’s hand towards hard, hungry evidence, he smirked joyfully. “It would be extremely ingracious to reject what he’s offering you here?”

“I’ve never been accused of being ingracious,” Edward said, but his tone had shifted, warmer, curious. His hand gently, tentatively tightened over the pirate’s erection. “Why are you interested me in such a way? There are women on your ship. Do you not desire one of them?”

“Do you?” Aksil asked, his own tone well passed warm, his lips just short of touching Edward’s, just short of the kiss he wanted so very badly that part of his mind screamed about the dangers of falling in love Mistakes like that get you killed. “Desire isn’t about meat? This isn’t some animal on a spit and you don’t care what it is because you’re hungry. I care whose lips touch with my own. I care what well I bathe my soul in.”

“And you think you would bathe in my touch?” Edward rubbed his hand along the hard length, blue eyes searching Aksil’s face for stars to navigate by. “Do you not fear Hell?”

“I fear nothing,” Aksil swore as he swept an unsteady and swaying Edward into his arms.

“Then you’re a fool,” Edward nearly whispered. “Only a fool has nothing to fear.”

“I never said I wasn’t a fool,” he teased back before sweeping Edward up into his arms and carrying him through the thick velvet curtain into what passed for the Captain’s quarters. He deposited Edward on his feet. With a wink he ran the pad of his thumb over Edward’s flushed lips. “Well, my Englishman, do you drink rum?”

“Never,” Edward whispered, arms around Aksil’s neck, holding tight as the ocean swayed under them. “How do you know I didn’t commit the murder?”

“I am an excellent reader of men,” Aksil said, lifting the slender Englishman up onto his desk. “That is why I’m the captain and you are MY secretary now.”

“I could never serve under a pirate!”

“You don’t know yourself very well do you?” Aksil pulled two heavy crystal tumblers from an elegant engraved chest, and with them a decanter of dark amber liquid. There was an air of familiarity, of acceptance, some unspoken aura of home.

“Not really, I suppose,” Edward said rubbing his face with both hands, before untying his cravat as if to distance himself from a formal world that he had been ejected from. “My entire life has been one of service to Thomases. I came to Barbados when I was ten. They were good to me. Goodness. I don’t even know what day it is.”

“They call me a criminal. Indenture of children should be a crime. And now you are a man an you are free,” Aksil said, with a smile that spoke about what freedom could be. He poured himself half a glass and his guest only a couple of fingers before putting the stopper back and setting the decanter safely back in its chest. “Take a drink. It will feel warm, but it’s what comes after that makes it worth it. Then I will show you how to see what the day is.”

“Do you keep a calendar then?” Edward said, wishing he still had a long coat that would hide the hardness under his soft cotton pants.

Aksil smirked, eyes intentionally lingering on that hardness, making it known that he knew. His own shirt had long since been left hanging somewhere. One does not have to wash what one does not get dirty. He took a drink of his own rum, not a lot, just a little, then stepped between Edward’s spread knees, spreading them just a touch further, before leaning close and touching his lips to warm English lips. One finger under the other man’s chin, he lifted his face up and pushed his tongue into that mouth without so much as a protest. Rum spilled between them, but there was an instinct to feel, to reached towards the kiss as if it were the first sun of spring. Aksil’s confident tongue pushed deeper, tenderly inviting the shy English tongue to respond and it did. His hand moved from Edward’s chin to the soft curve of his ass, holding firmly as he pulled his English secretary closer, cocks finally touching. “Wrap your legs around me, Edward.”

At that point, in that moment, Edward would have done anything Aksil asked. His life had been one of constant service and fear since the death of his mother had sent him to the indenture. Such small things as personal pleasure had been so forbidden that he’d long since stopped wishing. As those strong arms lifted him, he found a hunger he’d never imagined. He took the kiss back to Aksil, his own tongue diving deep into the other man’s mouth, searching out the missing back tooth, the metal bar in the man’s tongue, so exotic and utterly enthralling. His hands ran over the thick, tightly curled bands of hair, and if his life had been normal and civilized, he found he didn’t want any of it anymore.

He wanted this.

The captain could carry him anywhere and he’d go willingly as long as this connection didn’t go away.

Not alone. That was what this feeling was. Recognized. Wanted. Seen. Known. Accepted. When the kiss broke goosebumps rose as he exhaled, across his shoulders, a tingle down his belly. “I’ll be a pirate. Let me stay. Even if I go to the gallows, then each day will be worth every moment in hell after.”

“Don’t be afraid of hell,” Aksil said firmly pulling the balcony door open with one foot, so he could set his new lover on the railing of the small balcony. “Man made up Hell, not God. Now see here, see those stars there,” he pointed at the Big Dipper.

“Don’t let me fall,” Edward said, looking down at the dark ocean spreading around the great fast ship.

“Don’t fall,” Aksil said, smirking adoringly. “This is the command of your captain. Now look at the stars. Do you see them? The one that looks like a water cup?

“Yes, I see them.” Edward said, holding tight to Aksil’s arm.

“Now just below a bit, do you see the very bright one? That one is the North Star.”

“Yes,” Edward said.

“Where those align, that tells you the date. We will work on time later, but today is the 25th of December. You can’t get the year with the stars, that you just have to remember.”

“Today is Christmas!”

Aksil had moved closer, his lips kissing along the line of Edward’s neck. “Is it not the custom of the English to give each other gifts on this day?”

“It is,” Edward agreed, though he was having trouble breathing as the pleasure of Aksil’s kisses burned away the false veneer of civilization. He caught Aksil’s hand and pulled it to his erection. “Show me what to do.”

“My love,” Aksil whispered in his ear, “I can no more show you your own map than I can teach the stars to keep human years. You show me what it is you want.”

“I want,” Edward agreed, turning away from the stars and pushing the bigger man back against the ship. “I want to touch some more.”

“I can do that,” Aksil growled, catching Edward back up in his arms so that he could carry him to the bed. Almost as soon as he set him down, those strong fingers unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, lifting Edward’s hips with them. “I will touch you in ways which you have never imagined!”

“Yes, please!” Edward said, peeling his own shirt over his head. His shirt was still over his head when Aksil’s tongue ran up the length of his cock. His entire body became the center of the storm, utterly held in Aksil’s tender attention. The intimacy and acceptance in that touch burned away the last tatters of servitude from him.“Oh god! Oh god!”

Aksil straddled his legs, pinning his hips down, teasing, slow and hot, sucking, licking, holding his balls as if they were the most precious treasure that the golden caramel pirate had ever held. Edward, tangled in his shirt, arms over his head, sweaty cloth over his face, could do nothing other than moan and cry for the joy of love waking within his neglected soul. When at last the sinful pearls broke free from him, they were received with joy, his cock deep in Aksil’s mouth, moans vibrating around him and while there might not be a Hell, in that moment he had Heaven.

Shudders of pleasure kept rolling over him, clenching his belly, even after Aksil’s mouth left his cock. Those gentle powerful hands pulled his shirt free, kissed him with the lips salted by the sea and pleasure. It was the most wonderful freedom. With a soft sigh, he let the bigger man roll him. This alone would have been worth the gallows. His entire life up to that point seemed empty and lost, as if he’d just now discovered food that could nourish him.

Body relaxed, he didn’t tense at all when calloused fingers slid into the valley of his ass. Voice low and hungry, Aksil growled, “I am going to put my cock here. It will slide right into you. Don’t be afraid. It won’t hurt.”

Edward had not even opened his eyes when those fingers came back with a touch of oil. He lifted his ass spreading his legs apart. “I’m not afraid anymore.”

“I read in the stars that you would be my love, the moon to my sun and that my life would be ever incomplete without you. You must tell me if it hurts, even a little. I do not want to hurt you.”

“You’ve saved me,” Edward said, breathless, turning to look at his pirate lover. One hand ran over Aksil’s face, caressing. “If this night were all that I should have of life, it would be enough.”

Aksil snickered softly, leaning closer to kiss Edward tenderly as he pushed an oiled finger into him. “You’ll grow old, my life, crotchety and demand jam with your biscuits.”

“Can a ship hold that long? I never want to leave this ship again.”

“Nonsense,” Aksil said, rolling onto his back. “I will build you a house, a great big house.”

“A little house,” Edward said, “Nice, but no servants.

With gentle hands, Aksil guided Edward to kick off his pants, boots, to straddle the bigger man. He lined up his cock at the relaxed and lubricated entrance. “Take me home when you are ready.”

“I’m ready,” Edward said, lightheaded with pleasure and the freedom of how everything he’d ever known had been a lie. This, this right here was the truth. The head of Aksil’s cock touched his virgin entrance and he pushed down, wanting nothing more than to wrap warmth around his lover, to adore and cherish and bond with his brave and brilliant captain. They fit together as if they were ordained by the stars. He gasped, mouth wide, wet with kisses, head leaning back as Aksil slid into him. The moment the head of Aksil’s cock brushed over Edward’s cock any last reservations under his thoughts, any purity regrets turned to ash. Trembling like a leaf he rose and sheathed, over and over again, in time with the rolling of the ocean. If Aksil had spoken to him, he wouldn’t have understood. In that moment, the language of their bodies was his only language, his only heart.

Aksil still controlled their movements, his hands on Edward’s hips, guiding him, protecting him, until the rising need in him demanded more. He rolled them suddenly, a body powerful and able. His arms held and cradled Edward, kisses reassured him, promised him that he was perfect, that he was wanted, that he was all that Aksil could want, but the thrusts turned harder, more powerful, deeper, accompanied by possessive growls.

Edward held him, petted him, encouraged, opened to him, adored him, and when Aksil came in him, he held him so tightly, hands moving over sweaty skin, hot skin, muscles moving under that skin that could have easily ripped Edward in two. “I love you,” Edward said, knowing no other word for what he felt other than love.

“And I thee,” Aksil said, laying there like a sated lion, content in the safety of Edward’s embrace.

When reason demanded that they listen to her, Aksil shifted his weight free, though one hand petted through Edward’s hair. “So you wish to join my ship?”

“Yes,” Edward said, sitting up, grinning like he’d never grinned since the start of his indenture. “I would follow you anywhere.”

“Splendid!” Naked and comfortable with it as the sun with warmth, Aksil rose, went to a small locked chest, pulled a key from where it had been tied into one of his dreadlocks. “Come. Read the ship’s code and sign your name.”

Edward wrapped himself in the sheet and padded across to the desk. “The ship has its own laws.”

“Of course,” Aksil smirked, sipping his rum. “You think we’re English? Everyone on the ship has rights and responsibilities. I am voted captain, not captain by the decree of some god.”

Suddenly, Edward didn’t want to sign his own name. The name had been used by his own masters and mistresses. He didn’t want to sign Eddie, as his mother had called him either. “I don’t know what to sign.”

“You can choose your own name. You are a free man.”

Then small flurries caught Edward’s attention out the still open balcony doors. “It’s snowing.”

Leaning on his desk, Aksil leaned forward to look, a sip of rum already in his mouth. “It’s probably ash.”

“No,” Edward insisted, moving back out on the balcony. “It’s snow. It’s a Christmas miracle!”

Aksil reached out a hand and fragile little flakes touched down and melted almost immediately. “What the shit?”

“I’m going to choose the name Christmas. I’m Christmas.”

“Good,” Aksil said, kissing the back of Christmas’ head, arms wrapped around him. “Then I love Christmas.”

Author Note:

If you enjoyed Aksil and Christmas and would like to see more of them, please let me know. Likes and tips keep me writing! :) Pirates are such an exciting subject!

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Duointherain

I write a lot of lgbt+ stuff, lots of sci fi. My big story right now is The Moon's Permission.

I've been writing all my life. Every time I think I should do something else, I come back to words.

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