Glee-Fic: Zephyr's Breath, Chapter Sixteen (Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam)
Title:Zephyr’s Breath
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 2645
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
Disclaimer:: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Sixteen
“Tortuga?” Finn asked as the port city showed up, and Kurt turned to him with a rather knowing smile before facing the ocean once more.
“Tortuga,” he confirmed. “We need to find out where Wes is, and chances are somebody here will have heard of his whereabouts. Besides, I’m not chancing going back to Port Royal anytime soon.”
“Probably a good idea,” Finn grimaced, feeling practically like he’d never been poisoned but, truthfully, it wasn’t an experience that he wanted to repeat. “You do know I’m coming ashore with you?”
“I’d suspected. And I’ll allow it,” Kurt added, giving Finn a rather fond smile when the other man wrapped an arm about his waist and tugged him closer. “But follow my lead and don’t try to strike out on your own. We all know what happened the last time you were left to your own devices in Tortuga.”
“Must you bring that up?” Finn groaned.
“Of course,” Kurt pulled away from his embrace before hopping onto the rail again in his normal spot, and even though Finn knew he did it every day he still feared for the other man’s safety when he was hanging above the ocean like that. “But come; we shall be putting into port momentarily.”
“Right,” Finn nodded, following Kurt over to the rowboat, and they made quick work getting to shore as Kurt led them through the filthy streets and to the same Inn they’d stayed at on their last visit.
Kurt opened the door, staring around the dusty room before his eyes lit up and he headed toward a table where a rather strangely-dressed man was sitting. He was balding and had spectacles perched on his nose, a rarity for a pirate, to be sure, and he was scribbling something on a sheet of parchment. Kurt stopped just short of addressing the man, turning to Finn.
“Finn, this man is an ally of ours, albeit a rather odd one. He can be…off-putting and inappropriate at times, so if he makes any references as to how young or handsome you are please pay him no mind. He’s harmless, but he can certainly give off an impression that would imply otherwise,” Kurt warned him quickly and Finn could only nod, wondering what exactly he had to watch out for this stranger.
“Mr. Ryerson?” Kurt said, not too loudly, and the man turned before breaking into a smile.
“Captain Kurt Hummel, of all people! You’re looking well! Finally found yourself a man, did you?” he laughed and Kurt gave him a thin-lipped smile in return. “And who is this strapping young lad? Is he the one? He’s lovely, you picked good.”
“This is Finnegan Hudson,” Kurt said simply, not rising to the other man’s teasing tone.
“Hudson, hmm? C…”
“Yes, that Hudson. I daresay he’s heard it enough,” Kurt was being rather abrupt and Finn decided that it was needed in order to find out what he wanted to know from that man.
“Distinguished and dashing. A real catch, Captain,” the man was sill leering at Finn, looking at him as if he were an interesting and rare insect, and Finn felt more than uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny.
“Indeed. But I’m not here to banter; I have need of your knowledge of the local area,” Kurt pulled up a chair and sat, staring at Ryerson as he nodded.
“It’s serious, is it? Alright, then, Captain; what do you require?”
“The location of the Sea Canary,” Kurt replied simply. “We merely surmised that if anybody would know, it would be you.”
“And you would of course be correct. Wes was in here less than a week ago, although as to what he was doing I have no inkling, but my ears are always open and from what I hear he’s taking the long way around to Port Royal, scouting out the open ocean to see if they can find the Raven. She’s causing a lot of trouble these days.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Kurt assured him. “But that’s reassuring news; it means that if we take the direct route toward Port Royal chances are we’ll intercept them.”
“What are you planning, Kurt?” the man asked, using only Kurt’s name for the first time, and Kurt raised his head, jutted his chin out, and said:
“It’s time to take the Raven down.”
“Admirable,” the man nodded. “I have no love for the Raven, as you know, but surely you realize it’s a fool’s errand?”
“Then I’m a fool,” Kurt replied with a slight eyebrow raise and a quirk of his lips. “But her reign of terror must end.”
“You won’t hear any argument from me on that one,” Mr. Ryerson said with a nod. “Well, I’ll wish you good luck. And if you should ever tire of your little toy here…”
“He’s not for anybody else,” Kurt snapped and Finn would normally have been a little offended at Kurt claiming him like a prize, but if it got him away from Mr. Ryerson he’d gladly call himself that.
“More’s the pity. Good luck, Captain Hummel.”
“Thank you for the information,” Kurt nodded before standing. “Let’s be off, Finn.”
000
“Well, you were definitely correct about him being off-putting,” Finn noted as they left the Inn and Kurt could only nod, scanning the streets as they made their way back to the ship.
“Mm, you get used to him after a while,” Kurt veered down an alley, obviously taking a shortcut, and Finn followed him obediently as they headed back from the harbour. Kurt slowed down about halfway through the narrow passage, turning on his heel, and Finn looked behind to see they’d been followed by about three rather scruffy, unkempt men who had drawn their swords.
Kurt swore under his breath and turned to walk faster, the other end of the alley in sight before it too was filled with a few bodies, the men boxing them in as Kurt moved back.
“Kurt?”
“We’ll be fine,” Kurt said confidently, drawing his own swords and spinning them slowly. “What can we do for you, gentlemen? We’re naught but simple pirates.”
“Pirates always ‘ave treasure. Ain’t that right, lads?” the largest man called, his mates laughing as he did so.
“They’re strong but they’re ignorant,” Kurt told him in an undertone, his swords moving faster in his hands. “We’re not inclined to give out what we’ve fairly earned to louts like you,” he said, loud enough that the men could hear, and they started laughing again.
“Oh-ho, he’s a feisty little one, isn’t he? Who’s the lout? Your hired muscle?”
And Finn bristled somewhat at being called a ‘lout’ although he supposed it might look like that.
He was significantly larger than Kurt, all things considered.
“Wait,” one of the men in the back pushed forward, a leer on his face exposing his crooked and rotting teeth. “Remember this one, boys? It’s been a few years, but ‘e’s as pretty as ever, ain’t ‘e?”
“Aye, I remember alright,” another man grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Almost ‘ad him, didn’t we? Well, always a second time…”
Finn wondered vaguely what they were talking about until he noticed Kurt, who’d stopped moving his swords. They were hanging limp in his hands, his breathing harsh and his eyes wide and frightened, and suddenly it all made sense.
These men, or at least some of them, were the ones who’d caught Kurt in that alley and nearly raped him, and Finn could understand why Kurt was terrified.
But this was his chance to prove he deserved his place on the Zephyr’s crew, and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by. He drew his own sword, knowing he could take at least a couple of the men and then, hopefully, Kurt would break free from the terror that had gripped him and would be able to assist him.
It was worth a try.
He wasn’t letting these men hurt Kurt ever again.
“We don’t have time for your games,” he said loudly, rather proud that his voice was not belying his inner fear, and moved forward. “Now leave here or we’ll be forced to fight you.”
“Fight us? He’s a tough one, isn’t he, lads?” the leader of the men laughed and Finn bristled, growling a little. “Well, it’ll be fun to break him too. Or make him watch while we break the other one,” they all started to laugh and Finn swore he saw red for a second.
He wouldn’t let them touch Kurt. He wouldn’t.
So he got Kurt behind him and backed up so the smaller man was between his back on the wall, keeping his eyes on all of the men.
“Come on, lads. Let’s teach these boys a lesson,” the leader raised his sword and Finn felt Kurt press a pistol into his hand, the touch so subtle that the men would have never noticed it.
Finn gulped, knowing that this was it.
He was going to kill his first man today.
Never mind that his life may have been on the line, there was still a part of him that believed violence was never an option.
But it wasn’t just him in danger; it was Kurt as well.
And Kurt was far too precious to lose.
So as the man raised his sword Finn whipped the pistol out, prayed that it was loaded and readied, and pulled the trigger.
There was an almost too-slow moment of time as the bullet flew, lodging securely into the man’s chest as his eyes widened in shock and he clutched at the entry point, gasping before falling over into the dirt and twitching.
Time sped up then, the pistol still smoking, and Finn swallowed down the rising bile in his throat to say, “Come any closer and you’ll all meet the same fate.”
He could hear Kurt’s swords spinning behind him again and knew the other man was no longer living in his past fears, and luckily that very real threat was all it took for the men to decide that they’d had enough and left, scattering through the alley.
Kurt spun his swords one more time before driving them into the back of the man laying on the ground, and he gave one last twitch before stilling forever.
“I…” Finn gulped. “I just…”
And that was it, he staggered a few steps away and bent over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the dirty ground as Kurt laid a hand on his back and murmured soft words until he was done.
“I killed him.”
“Yes. Because you had to,” Kurt pulled him upright and embraced him, Finn clutching at the other man’s coat as he felt tears prick his eyes. “You had to, Finn. You saved my life,” he whispered and Finn could only nod. “Thank you. I…my past overtook me and…thank you.”
“Of course. It was…knowing it was for you, I knew I could do it,” he held Kurt tighter and Kurt stroked his hair and murmured soothing nonsense into his ear until he felt composed enough to move, although staring at the unmoving body almost had him retching again.
“Come on,” Kurt slid an arm around his waist and all but pulled him from the alley, still looking a little shaken.
Finn couldn’t blame him.
000
“I’m beginning to worry,” Blaine noted a few days later as they were passing by Port Royal and had not yet encountered the Canary.
“Why? We only knew their route, not their destination. Could they not have stopped at an island along the way?” Sam was standing beside him, not touching, although Blaine almost wished he would.
“It’s possible, of course. I just…can’t shake this feeling. It’s like when you can feel a particularly bad storm coming; I’m on edge,” he shifted his feet and Sam lightly knocked his elbow into Blaine’s own, the touch playful yet reassuring at the same time.
“Go belowdecks, take your ease,” Sam ordered him, the look in his eyes telling Blaine that he’d march him there himself if the other man didn’t listen. “Standing up here and worrying isn’t going to make the Canary appear faster.”
“I’m aware,” Blaine finally nodded and headed to his cabin; although he used it rarely, it was undoubtedly nice to have.
Yet, try as he might, the feeling would not go away. He attempted to sit only to become restless and spring up again mere moments later, and the cabin was too small to pace properly. Eventually he gave it up as a lost cause and went back onto the deck, staring around at the calm seas and wondering why he felt so uneasy.
A chirping and a squawk of, “Watch it, matey!” from Lord Tubbington made him look up, and he gasped as a small yellow bird dove to land on his shoulder, cuddling up against his neck and chirping mournfully in his ear.
Oh, he had a bad feeling about this.
“What happened, boy?” he asked softly, stroking the tiny canary on its head, and the bird chirped again and pointed its beak to the left, Blaine running to the larboard side of the ship and seeing a small island only a short distance away. A thin plume of black smoke rose from the far side and suddenly he knew.
And it was not a good thing.
“Hard to port!” he yelled, hopping on the rail in a fair imitation of Kurt as he leaned out and the bird fluttered its wings. “Make for that island!”
The ship turned almost immediately; when Kurt wasn’t on-deck the crew listened to him just as well, and he jumped back down and wrung his hands, willing the Zephyr to go as fast as she could.
“What is it? What’ve you found?” Sam rushed up, seeing the bird as his eyes widened. “God in Heaven. Is that…”
“Yes,” Blaine nodded. “And look…”
“Oh, no,” Sam shook his head. “No. She can’t’ve…”
“It’s the Raven’s work, no doubt about it. No other ship burns their prey the way she does,” Blaine’s eyes were dark as he spoke, focussed on the smoke, and he felt Sam’s arms come around his waist and the other man’s lips touch the side of his neck.
“Sam. Really.”
“Hmm?” Sam asked, his voice low as he continued to kiss Blaine’s throat softly.
“Do you…” and Blaine had to think of his sentences carefully because it was awfully hard to think when Sam was doing that, but… “Do you think that, knowing my entire old crew could be dead, this is what I want?”
“No,” Sam said truthfully as the canary twittered in his other ear. “But I think it’s what you need. Come.”
And Blaine was powerless to protest, letting Sam lead him back to his cabin and close the door before they were in each other’s arms, hands tearing at clothing as the bird flew to land on the doorframe, chirping every so often. “They were close to land, chances are they made it ashore,” Sam breathed against his skin, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding it off as Blaine returned the favour.
“I…” Blaine was finding it hard to form coherent words anymore, not with Sam’s mouth and hands on him, and he gave himself over to the other man’s touch as they shed the rest of their clothing and Sam lowered him onto the bed, reaching for the jar of salve they’d always kept in the room for times such as this.
“Blaine.”
“Yes?”
“Relax, love,” Sam urged him, kissing him sweetly. “It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.”
And Blaine drew Sam closer to him, hooked a leg around his waist, and kissed him with everything he had.
At this point, all they could do was hope.
And that would have to be enough.
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Notes
1. I decided the story didn’t have enough Blam, so there you go ^_^ (And yes, the canary is apparently a voyeur…hmm… xP)
2. Also I needed somebody for Kurt to get his information from and I thought Sandy fit the role of a creepy gossip rather well. :)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 2645
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
Disclaimer:: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Sixteen
“Tortuga?” Finn asked as the port city showed up, and Kurt turned to him with a rather knowing smile before facing the ocean once more.
“Tortuga,” he confirmed. “We need to find out where Wes is, and chances are somebody here will have heard of his whereabouts. Besides, I’m not chancing going back to Port Royal anytime soon.”
“Probably a good idea,” Finn grimaced, feeling practically like he’d never been poisoned but, truthfully, it wasn’t an experience that he wanted to repeat. “You do know I’m coming ashore with you?”
“I’d suspected. And I’ll allow it,” Kurt added, giving Finn a rather fond smile when the other man wrapped an arm about his waist and tugged him closer. “But follow my lead and don’t try to strike out on your own. We all know what happened the last time you were left to your own devices in Tortuga.”
“Must you bring that up?” Finn groaned.
“Of course,” Kurt pulled away from his embrace before hopping onto the rail again in his normal spot, and even though Finn knew he did it every day he still feared for the other man’s safety when he was hanging above the ocean like that. “But come; we shall be putting into port momentarily.”
“Right,” Finn nodded, following Kurt over to the rowboat, and they made quick work getting to shore as Kurt led them through the filthy streets and to the same Inn they’d stayed at on their last visit.
Kurt opened the door, staring around the dusty room before his eyes lit up and he headed toward a table where a rather strangely-dressed man was sitting. He was balding and had spectacles perched on his nose, a rarity for a pirate, to be sure, and he was scribbling something on a sheet of parchment. Kurt stopped just short of addressing the man, turning to Finn.
“Finn, this man is an ally of ours, albeit a rather odd one. He can be…off-putting and inappropriate at times, so if he makes any references as to how young or handsome you are please pay him no mind. He’s harmless, but he can certainly give off an impression that would imply otherwise,” Kurt warned him quickly and Finn could only nod, wondering what exactly he had to watch out for this stranger.
“Mr. Ryerson?” Kurt said, not too loudly, and the man turned before breaking into a smile.
“Captain Kurt Hummel, of all people! You’re looking well! Finally found yourself a man, did you?” he laughed and Kurt gave him a thin-lipped smile in return. “And who is this strapping young lad? Is he the one? He’s lovely, you picked good.”
“This is Finnegan Hudson,” Kurt said simply, not rising to the other man’s teasing tone.
“Hudson, hmm? C…”
“Yes, that Hudson. I daresay he’s heard it enough,” Kurt was being rather abrupt and Finn decided that it was needed in order to find out what he wanted to know from that man.
“Distinguished and dashing. A real catch, Captain,” the man was sill leering at Finn, looking at him as if he were an interesting and rare insect, and Finn felt more than uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny.
“Indeed. But I’m not here to banter; I have need of your knowledge of the local area,” Kurt pulled up a chair and sat, staring at Ryerson as he nodded.
“It’s serious, is it? Alright, then, Captain; what do you require?”
“The location of the Sea Canary,” Kurt replied simply. “We merely surmised that if anybody would know, it would be you.”
“And you would of course be correct. Wes was in here less than a week ago, although as to what he was doing I have no inkling, but my ears are always open and from what I hear he’s taking the long way around to Port Royal, scouting out the open ocean to see if they can find the Raven. She’s causing a lot of trouble these days.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” Kurt assured him. “But that’s reassuring news; it means that if we take the direct route toward Port Royal chances are we’ll intercept them.”
“What are you planning, Kurt?” the man asked, using only Kurt’s name for the first time, and Kurt raised his head, jutted his chin out, and said:
“It’s time to take the Raven down.”
“Admirable,” the man nodded. “I have no love for the Raven, as you know, but surely you realize it’s a fool’s errand?”
“Then I’m a fool,” Kurt replied with a slight eyebrow raise and a quirk of his lips. “But her reign of terror must end.”
“You won’t hear any argument from me on that one,” Mr. Ryerson said with a nod. “Well, I’ll wish you good luck. And if you should ever tire of your little toy here…”
“He’s not for anybody else,” Kurt snapped and Finn would normally have been a little offended at Kurt claiming him like a prize, but if it got him away from Mr. Ryerson he’d gladly call himself that.
“More’s the pity. Good luck, Captain Hummel.”
“Thank you for the information,” Kurt nodded before standing. “Let’s be off, Finn.”
000
“Well, you were definitely correct about him being off-putting,” Finn noted as they left the Inn and Kurt could only nod, scanning the streets as they made their way back to the ship.
“Mm, you get used to him after a while,” Kurt veered down an alley, obviously taking a shortcut, and Finn followed him obediently as they headed back from the harbour. Kurt slowed down about halfway through the narrow passage, turning on his heel, and Finn looked behind to see they’d been followed by about three rather scruffy, unkempt men who had drawn their swords.
Kurt swore under his breath and turned to walk faster, the other end of the alley in sight before it too was filled with a few bodies, the men boxing them in as Kurt moved back.
“Kurt?”
“We’ll be fine,” Kurt said confidently, drawing his own swords and spinning them slowly. “What can we do for you, gentlemen? We’re naught but simple pirates.”
“Pirates always ‘ave treasure. Ain’t that right, lads?” the largest man called, his mates laughing as he did so.
“They’re strong but they’re ignorant,” Kurt told him in an undertone, his swords moving faster in his hands. “We’re not inclined to give out what we’ve fairly earned to louts like you,” he said, loud enough that the men could hear, and they started laughing again.
“Oh-ho, he’s a feisty little one, isn’t he? Who’s the lout? Your hired muscle?”
And Finn bristled somewhat at being called a ‘lout’ although he supposed it might look like that.
He was significantly larger than Kurt, all things considered.
“Wait,” one of the men in the back pushed forward, a leer on his face exposing his crooked and rotting teeth. “Remember this one, boys? It’s been a few years, but ‘e’s as pretty as ever, ain’t ‘e?”
“Aye, I remember alright,” another man grinned, cracking his knuckles. “Almost ‘ad him, didn’t we? Well, always a second time…”
Finn wondered vaguely what they were talking about until he noticed Kurt, who’d stopped moving his swords. They were hanging limp in his hands, his breathing harsh and his eyes wide and frightened, and suddenly it all made sense.
These men, or at least some of them, were the ones who’d caught Kurt in that alley and nearly raped him, and Finn could understand why Kurt was terrified.
But this was his chance to prove he deserved his place on the Zephyr’s crew, and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by. He drew his own sword, knowing he could take at least a couple of the men and then, hopefully, Kurt would break free from the terror that had gripped him and would be able to assist him.
It was worth a try.
He wasn’t letting these men hurt Kurt ever again.
“We don’t have time for your games,” he said loudly, rather proud that his voice was not belying his inner fear, and moved forward. “Now leave here or we’ll be forced to fight you.”
“Fight us? He’s a tough one, isn’t he, lads?” the leader of the men laughed and Finn bristled, growling a little. “Well, it’ll be fun to break him too. Or make him watch while we break the other one,” they all started to laugh and Finn swore he saw red for a second.
He wouldn’t let them touch Kurt. He wouldn’t.
So he got Kurt behind him and backed up so the smaller man was between his back on the wall, keeping his eyes on all of the men.
“Come on, lads. Let’s teach these boys a lesson,” the leader raised his sword and Finn felt Kurt press a pistol into his hand, the touch so subtle that the men would have never noticed it.
Finn gulped, knowing that this was it.
He was going to kill his first man today.
Never mind that his life may have been on the line, there was still a part of him that believed violence was never an option.
But it wasn’t just him in danger; it was Kurt as well.
And Kurt was far too precious to lose.
So as the man raised his sword Finn whipped the pistol out, prayed that it was loaded and readied, and pulled the trigger.
There was an almost too-slow moment of time as the bullet flew, lodging securely into the man’s chest as his eyes widened in shock and he clutched at the entry point, gasping before falling over into the dirt and twitching.
Time sped up then, the pistol still smoking, and Finn swallowed down the rising bile in his throat to say, “Come any closer and you’ll all meet the same fate.”
He could hear Kurt’s swords spinning behind him again and knew the other man was no longer living in his past fears, and luckily that very real threat was all it took for the men to decide that they’d had enough and left, scattering through the alley.
Kurt spun his swords one more time before driving them into the back of the man laying on the ground, and he gave one last twitch before stilling forever.
“I…” Finn gulped. “I just…”
And that was it, he staggered a few steps away and bent over, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the dirty ground as Kurt laid a hand on his back and murmured soft words until he was done.
“I killed him.”
“Yes. Because you had to,” Kurt pulled him upright and embraced him, Finn clutching at the other man’s coat as he felt tears prick his eyes. “You had to, Finn. You saved my life,” he whispered and Finn could only nod. “Thank you. I…my past overtook me and…thank you.”
“Of course. It was…knowing it was for you, I knew I could do it,” he held Kurt tighter and Kurt stroked his hair and murmured soothing nonsense into his ear until he felt composed enough to move, although staring at the unmoving body almost had him retching again.
“Come on,” Kurt slid an arm around his waist and all but pulled him from the alley, still looking a little shaken.
Finn couldn’t blame him.
000
“I’m beginning to worry,” Blaine noted a few days later as they were passing by Port Royal and had not yet encountered the Canary.
“Why? We only knew their route, not their destination. Could they not have stopped at an island along the way?” Sam was standing beside him, not touching, although Blaine almost wished he would.
“It’s possible, of course. I just…can’t shake this feeling. It’s like when you can feel a particularly bad storm coming; I’m on edge,” he shifted his feet and Sam lightly knocked his elbow into Blaine’s own, the touch playful yet reassuring at the same time.
“Go belowdecks, take your ease,” Sam ordered him, the look in his eyes telling Blaine that he’d march him there himself if the other man didn’t listen. “Standing up here and worrying isn’t going to make the Canary appear faster.”
“I’m aware,” Blaine finally nodded and headed to his cabin; although he used it rarely, it was undoubtedly nice to have.
Yet, try as he might, the feeling would not go away. He attempted to sit only to become restless and spring up again mere moments later, and the cabin was too small to pace properly. Eventually he gave it up as a lost cause and went back onto the deck, staring around at the calm seas and wondering why he felt so uneasy.
A chirping and a squawk of, “Watch it, matey!” from Lord Tubbington made him look up, and he gasped as a small yellow bird dove to land on his shoulder, cuddling up against his neck and chirping mournfully in his ear.
Oh, he had a bad feeling about this.
“What happened, boy?” he asked softly, stroking the tiny canary on its head, and the bird chirped again and pointed its beak to the left, Blaine running to the larboard side of the ship and seeing a small island only a short distance away. A thin plume of black smoke rose from the far side and suddenly he knew.
And it was not a good thing.
“Hard to port!” he yelled, hopping on the rail in a fair imitation of Kurt as he leaned out and the bird fluttered its wings. “Make for that island!”
The ship turned almost immediately; when Kurt wasn’t on-deck the crew listened to him just as well, and he jumped back down and wrung his hands, willing the Zephyr to go as fast as she could.
“What is it? What’ve you found?” Sam rushed up, seeing the bird as his eyes widened. “God in Heaven. Is that…”
“Yes,” Blaine nodded. “And look…”
“Oh, no,” Sam shook his head. “No. She can’t’ve…”
“It’s the Raven’s work, no doubt about it. No other ship burns their prey the way she does,” Blaine’s eyes were dark as he spoke, focussed on the smoke, and he felt Sam’s arms come around his waist and the other man’s lips touch the side of his neck.
“Sam. Really.”
“Hmm?” Sam asked, his voice low as he continued to kiss Blaine’s throat softly.
“Do you…” and Blaine had to think of his sentences carefully because it was awfully hard to think when Sam was doing that, but… “Do you think that, knowing my entire old crew could be dead, this is what I want?”
“No,” Sam said truthfully as the canary twittered in his other ear. “But I think it’s what you need. Come.”
And Blaine was powerless to protest, letting Sam lead him back to his cabin and close the door before they were in each other’s arms, hands tearing at clothing as the bird flew to land on the doorframe, chirping every so often. “They were close to land, chances are they made it ashore,” Sam breathed against his skin, fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt and sliding it off as Blaine returned the favour.
“I…” Blaine was finding it hard to form coherent words anymore, not with Sam’s mouth and hands on him, and he gave himself over to the other man’s touch as they shed the rest of their clothing and Sam lowered him onto the bed, reaching for the jar of salve they’d always kept in the room for times such as this.
“Blaine.”
“Yes?”
“Relax, love,” Sam urged him, kissing him sweetly. “It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.”
And Blaine drew Sam closer to him, hooked a leg around his waist, and kissed him with everything he had.
At this point, all they could do was hope.
And that would have to be enough.
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Notes
1. I decided the story didn’t have enough Blam, so there you go ^_^ (And yes, the canary is apparently a voyeur…hmm… xP)
2. Also I needed somebody for Kurt to get his information from and I thought Sandy fit the role of a creepy gossip rather well. :)