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Title: Ways of Life That Never Happened to Brian and Justin 6A: Pirates
Author: Sharp
Summary: Brian is a notorious pirate, plundering ships… and their crew members. His crew consists of two hardass lesbians, a flamboyant queer, his devoted best friend, and an accountant named Theodore. One day, they find a teenage boy in the water.
Disclaimer: Shockingly, I am actually not CowLip or Showtime or anything. I actually do not own these characters. Psh, I know. Unbelievable, right?
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"MICHAEL!"
It's pretty much enough to wake up the entire sea, not just the brunet snoozing below deck, but Emmett has always been excessive.
Michael, of course, races up to the main deck. "Yeah?" he asks sleepily, rubbing his eyes. He's quite a sight to see -- eyepatch dangling around his neck, a worn and too-tight superhero T-shirt clutching his chest above the red plaid boxers hanging loose on his hips.
Emmett points over the railing of the ship. "Stranded kid," he announces.
Michael groans. "Why do I have to get him?" he whines. "I got the last one."
Emmett quirks an eyebrow. "Sweetie, I got the last one. Remember? Cute toned guy named Drew?"
Choosing not to respond, Michael searches the deck for rope. "Okay, okay," he mumbles. "Where's the rope?"
Helpfully, Emmett hands him a coil of said rope. Michael decides not to make any inquiries as to the origin of it, and gets to work tying the end of it tightly around his waist. As he works on that, Emmett stretches the rope out to a reasonable distance, then ties the end of it to the railing of the ship. "Ready, sweetie?" he asks.
Michael nods, and slowly begins climbing over the side of the ship.
"BRIAN!" Emmett yells to the captain on the upper deck. "WE'RE PICKING SOMEONE UP!"
There are the sounds of doors slamming open and quick footsteps, and within seconds, three more people are crowded around the edge of the ship. A little less than a minute later, a tall, imposing brunet joins them, dressed in all-black attire that must be killer in the summer heat. "Damn," he remarks, looking at the kid in the water. "He's hot."
Emmett swats his elbow. "You don't get to fuck him. He's a rescue," he reminds the captain.
"Excuse me," Brian drawls, "but I believe I'm the captain of this ship. Therefore, I fuck who I want, queenie." He flicks Emmett's cheek.
It's around then that Michael grunts with frustration, and Emmett leans over the end of the ship to retrieve the small blond from Michael's arms, allowing Michael to hoist himself back over the edge of the boat. Theodore helps him untie the rope around his waist, while Brian directs his attention to the boy standing weakly beside Emmett.
"Name?" he asks gruffly.
The boy tilts his chin up, as if trying to look older. "Justin," he answers.
"Well, Justin, you're onboard Babylon. I'm sure you've heard of it."
Indeed, Justin has. Babylon just so happens to be the best-known pirate ship on the seas.
Obviously fearing scaring the kid away, Michael jumps in. "I'm Michael," he says quickly. "You and I got acquainted a little faster than I normally do with recruits, but... that's okay." He smiles, and is pleased to see Justin crack a smile as well. "This is the rest of our crew. You've met Emmett, of course, since he helped you up. The rest of us are Theodore, Melanie, Lindsay, and of course, Captain Brian." He points to each person in turn. "We don't really have any available rooms right now, but -- "
"He'll share my room," Brian cuts in sharply, and Justin doesn't look fazed. Au contrare, he looks a bit excited. Spotting this, Emmett giggles.
Maybe Michael is the tiniest bit disappointed, but he continues the introductions. "I'm the first mate. Lindsay's second, Emmett's third, and Mel is, well, she's here because of Lindsay, I guess." He shrugs apologetically.
Ted clears his throat.
"Oh!" Michael laughs. "And Theodore's our accountant."
Justin tilts his head. "Why do pirates need an accountant?"
"I'm not exactly -- " Michael begins, but Brian cuts him off.
"We don't," Brian deadpans, forcing Justin into a fit of laughter.
Ted scowls.
---
The captain's quarters contain a large hammock, a desk, and a closet.
"Have fun, kid," Emmett murmurs in Justin's ear before following Michael, Theodore, Melanie and Lindsay out of the room.
Leaving Justin alone with Brian.
Idly, Justin wonders who is steering the ship.
"So what do you like to do?" Brian asks, tossing his clothes into a heap on the floor. God. Justin didn't even see him take them off, and yet there he is, a naked Brian, standing right in front of him.
Don'tlookdowndon'tlookdowndon'tlook -- oh my god, he's huge.
Brian smirks. "I guess you like what you see."
"Yeah," Justin breathes. "Uh, I don't know if this is going to be a problem, but I haven't exactly done this before."
Brian shrugs. "First time for everything. Clothes off, pretty boy."
Justin winces. "Look, you should just know that -- "
"Off," Brian snaps.
Carefully, Justin pulls his shirt over his head. Then, at Brian's nod of approval, he slowly unbuttons and unzips his pants, which are baggy enough to immediately slide down to his ankles. Then, shyly, he turns around before pulling down his briefs... and that's when Brian sees them.
All up and down Justin's back there are scratches and bruises, cuts and splinters and even the odd smudge looking scarily like a cigarette burn. When Justin turns back around, his underwear folded neatly on top of his pants and shirt on the floor, he steps back a little.
"Where are those from?" Brian asks, and it's a little early in their knowing one another for him to be curious, but he is.
"I swam all the way here," Justin answers smoothly. "There were some rocks and stuff. You know."
Brian doesn't believe him for a second.
"Okay," he says firmly. "Get on the hammock. Face-down. Be quiet, and for god's sake," he drawls, in the tone of one who has one too many bad experiences, "don't sway back and forth."
---
"That was amazing," Justin breathes, lying on the hammock afterwards, still panting.
Brian chuckles. "I try," he murmurs.
"Can we go again?" pleads Justin.
Abruptly, Brian sits up, throwing the hammock off-balance and sending Justin almost over the edge. He catches himself in time, but it's close. "No," Brian says flatly. "I don't do repeats. Not even in the same night."
Justin sticks out his lower lip. "Please?" he asks.
Brian contemplates this very carefully.
"Shut up and flip over."
---
As time passes, it becomes clear to the crewmates that Justin is Brian's wench, and therefore, repeat performances become the norm. After all, it's not exactly easy to find new pieces of ass in the middle of the ocean, particularly when most ships make a point to steer one hundred percent clear of what is well-understood to be among the most powerful ship on the seas.
Emmett is asked specifically to fashion some kind of "proof of ownership" to mark Brian's claim over Justin. Less than a day later, he approaches the captain and his boy with his creation.
"I like it," Brian drawls, turning the bandana over and over in his hands. "C'mere, kid." He flaps out the bandana and swings it around Justin's neck, using it to pull the blond closer to him.
"Shouldn't it go over the top of my head?" Justin wonders, gesturing at the pink and white bandana over Emmett's forehead.
Brian slaps Justin's hip. "Shush," he orders, and gets to work tying the dyed-blue cloth tightly around the boy's neck. Justin holds himself still, and once Brian is satisfied with the tightness of it, he releases the blond, whirls him around, and kisses him roughly on the lips. "Get to my room, Sunshine," he instructs, and as Justin walks off, sashaying with his every step, Brian eyes his ass.
"Should have tied it around his ankles," Emmett comments.
With a short laugh, Brian claps him on the shoulder. "Watch the ship," he grunts, and follows Justin to his quarters.
---
Babylon rarely has to deal with other ships, but when brave motherfuckers do decide to bother them, the crew is well-versed in the art of fighting.
Except, of course, for Justin. As the newbie, he is asked to sneak out of the captain's quarters surreptitiously during the fight, and then quietly make his way up the flagpole and crouch down in the basket. From there, he can watch the fight, but not be at risk of being jabbed with a sword to the ribs or carried off by some horny bears onboard Boytoy.
The one catch: On Justin's way out of Brian's quarters, he is asked to lock the door -- naturally, so as to prevent the raiders from stealing anything. This seems like a genuinely simple task.
However...
The moment the raid ends and Boytoy is sent on their way with their pockets considerably lighter, Brian heads off to his bedroom, only to discover... an unlocked door.
When he opens said door, all he discovers is the hammock. Everything else is notably absent.
"Justin!" Brian snarls, before remembering that the blond is hidden carefully away in the flag basket. "Melanie, go get Justin," he commands gruffly, tossing her a coil of rope. "I'll be up on deck."
---
"You wanted to see me?" Justin asks, stepping nervously onto the deck. He wedges his fingers between his neck and the cloth around it, tugging on it.
"For the last time, you can be sure," Brian snaps. "Get your shit out of my quarters. We're trading your shrimpy ass to the next ship we find, and that's it."
Justin's eyes widen. Desperation bubbles up. "Brian, I -- "
The captain glares. "That's sir to you, wench. And only that for another day, two days, tops. After that, you can find your own way instead of hiding in the flag basket, crouching down like some scared little faggot."
"I am not some little faggot!" Justin snaps. "But if you want to trade me, go a-fucking-head. Want to imagine me getting forced to suck off fat hairy guys every time you get a blowjob? Oh, wait, you won't be getting any blowjobs -- because you guys terrify every ship you come across, and it's not like you have any fuckees on this ship."
Brian smirks. "You know, you almost had me with that one. But look! There's an oncoming ship. Get your shit." He waves a hand dismissively, and Justin walks off.
---
So Justin is handed off to the S.S. Manhattan, and Brian is content for the next few hours, until everybody else starts nagging him. Now, as the captain, he would be well within his rights to order the next person who nags him to walk the plank. However, he kind of likes his crew most of the time, even if they can be annoying little shits. So when the waitress at one of his favorite island diners starts giving him shit, demanding to know where "Sunshine" is, Brian feels he has no choice than to leave his crew on the shore and go retrieve the kid.
He catches up with the Manhattan docked outside a Paradise Motel on a nearby island. Pirates don't require luxury -- they far prefer dirty rooms and whores hanging around in the halls -- so when Brian arrives to come-streaked floors and tacky decorating, he merely slaps a few gold pieces on the counter and snaps, "Room for one."
The last bit doesn't bear saying, as all the rooms contain one king-sized bed, no matter how many people are staying.
He storms up the rickety wooden stairs and tries every single door on every floor until a door is finally opened by a man he recognizes to be a sailer on the Manhattan. "Where's Justin?" he demands.
Affronted, the guy points inside. Brian pushes him against the door and stalks inside. "Justin! Get your ass out here. We're going."
The blond, outfitted in only a shabby white motel bathrobe, is only too happy to oblige. "I'm sorry I left the door unlocked," he mumbles as Brian escorts him out of the motel.
"Yeah, well, we'll just have to whore you out to badass pirates until you can pay me back," Brian sighs, and when they get back on the ship, they stay anchored for an hour or so while they have their reunion ceremony.
---
When Brian returns to his crew, he finds them singing showtunes at a gay bar. This is unsurprising, as pirates all have their softer sides, but Brian is not particularly entertained.
"Just get on the fucking ship," he grunts.
Everybody fawns over Justin, who accepts their greetings quietly, but keeps flicking his eyes back to Brian, asking permission for everything does. Inwardly, Brian shudders. Whatever the crew of the Manhattan did to Justin, it wasn't good.
That night, after they fuck so hard the hammock makes groans of protest, Brian rolls Justin over onto his back and kneels over him, his legs spread around the boy's waist. "What did they do to you?" he asks in a forcedly casual tone, stroking Justin's cheek with his thumb. "Tell me..."
Justin turns his head to the side, tugging the soft flesh out from beneath Brian's finger. "Nothing," he whispers, but it's in the sort of wavering voice that Brian can tell he's just trying to sound strong.
"Tell me," he says again, this time, louder. The kid wants strength? He's got it. Using the heel of his wrist, Brian pushes Justin's head back in place, so the sky blue eyes stare up directly into his own. Justin tries to look away, but the look in Brian's eyes convinces him to keep things as they are.
"They, uh." Justin hesitates, then continues. "First they were all coming on to me at once, saying how pretty I was and how they -- " he swallows -- "wanted to fuck me. One of them did, and the rest watched. After... two of them tried. At the same time. And it hurt like hell, Brian." His eyes are huge, tears welling up in them. "How could you give me to them?"
"I don't know," Brian murmurs, and if there are tears behind his eyes too, Justin can't see them. "I... god." He starts to stand up, not even knowing where to start, but Justin tugs on his wrist.
"Please don't leave me?" he asks quietly.
Brian is startled. "You still want me to stay with you after I gave you to those bastards?" he asks, shocked.
"I don't want to be alone," Justin explains. "Protect me?"
---
Michael, the first mate, meets someone. This is thrilling for him, because he hasn't exactly had a lot of boyfriends before.
But he meets David -- a landlubber -- and suddenly things are different for him. He doesn't do raids as often, and keeps himself from fucking the prisoners.
Brian starts to get worried about him around the time that Michael says he's spending a weekend on land, and can Brian pick him up Monday morning?
But Brian says that he can, and when Michael steps off the boat and onto the land, the Captain deadpans, "That's the last we'll see of him for awhile."
And he doesn't mean the weekend.
---
With time, Brian and Justin's relationship balances out. A little.
Brian decides that after a long history of never taking a co-captain, he comes about as close to it as he ever has before, much to first-mate Michael's dismay. Standing (and often kneeling) beside Captain Brian, Justin does just about everything for the ship short of actually fighting in raids.
Until one day.
"Brian?" Justin asks one morning, curled up on his side in the hammock and coming close to almost cuddling with the captain.
"Yeah?" the brunet asks sleepily, running a hand through the golden hair at his side.
Justin bites his lower lip. "I was just wondering... um..." He frowns. "You know what? Never mind. It's okay." He pulls his entire lower lip into his mouth and grabs his feet in his hands, shrinking into an even smaller ball.
Brian sighs. "Calm down, Sunshine," he murmurs, and runs a hand down Justin's back. "Tell me."
It's the closest he's ever come to seeking out conversation, especially a conversation bound to be emotional and possibly even romantic.
Justin shudders a little, but after the smallest hesitation, he asks nervously, "Can I fight? You know, in the next... raid?"
Brian eyes him skeptically. "We'll see," he drawls, and rolls over onto his stomach, making it clear that the topic is closed.
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