Terrors of the Sea (Chapter One)
Caution: The following story will, most likely, contain graphic, non-consensual male-on-male sex at some point.
Pairing: Gerard/Bob
Prompt: Bob is a viking.
Gerard is his latest pillaging prize.
The love they develop for one another is kept dutifully secret since Bob does not want anyone touching what is his or using his feelings for Gerard against him.
Extra internet brownies for dub-con/non-con, crossdressing, and jealous fellow vikings.
Chapter Two: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5139.html
Chapter Three: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5673.html
Gerard sat on the hard, wooden floor of the ship, shivering. He could feel everything rocking gently around him, hear the splash of the waves against the outside of the boat. Everything was gone. His house - his home- was just a smoldering pile of ashes. He was grateful that Mikey had been out at the market. If he had been at home, he’d be dead…or here with Gerard. He wasn’t sure which fate was worse. Gerard coughed, shifting uncomfortably. He was cold. His hands had been tied in front of him with a rough piece of rope, keeping him from even wrapping his arms around himself to stay warm. He had never felt so helpless.
A door far above his head slammed open and a thin shaft of light cut through the darkness. Gerard shrieked at the sound, scooting back until his back pressed against the damp wall. “See?” There was a high pitched giggle. “That right there, that’s why we thought he was a girl, see? Squealy little thing.”
“So none of the others want him?” The second voice was deeper, with a commanding tone that made Gerard nervous.
“Well, some of ‘em have said they’d take a turn on him - in a pinch, a boy’s just as good as a girl, y’know?” There was a disapproving grunt from the second voice. “But, well…everyone agrees, Bob. Y’haven’t taken but a pittance for y’self. You deserve ‘im, if you want ‘im.”
The voice Gerard now knew belonged to Bob spoke again. “All right. Take him up to my cabin.” There was a clunking noise as Bob left. Gerard felt strong hands wrap around his upper arms, jerking him to his feet. He stumbled, his bound hands throwing him off balance.
“C’mon then, to the captain’s cabin.” The man dragging Gerard was surprisingly short, but Gerard could feel the strength in his grip. There was no point in struggling. Even if he could break loose, where would he go? Jump off the edge of the ship and swim for it? He let himself be dragged up a flight of stairs, through a heavy wooden door. Gerard hissed when the sunlight hit his face, trying to reach up and shade his eyes. The short Viking cackled at Gerard’s flinch. “Aw! Such a delicate little thing!” he mocked. Gerard ducked his head, his pride stung.
The walk seemed to last forever. The man holding Gerard’s arm was holding him tightly enough to bruise, but Gerard was numb. He didn’t dare ask what was going to happen to him. Finally they stopped in front of a dark wooden door. “Welcome to the captain’s quarter’s. Don’t try and leave, I’d hate to have to muss up your pretty face before the captain even gets to you.”
Gerard stumbled into the room and the door slammed shut behind him. Gerard sank to the floor. The captain’s quarters were luxurious, thickly carpeted, and he could feel the warmth on his skin. It didn’t seem to reach inside him, though. He felt cold and dirty and afraid. He curled up on the floor and tried not to think about anything.
I might never see Mikey again.
The floodgates opened, and Gerard started to cry. Full, wracking sobs that left him gasping for breath on the floor. It might have been minutes later, or hours, but eventually he cried himself to sleep.
~
When the door opened, Gerard was cramped from his position curled up on the floor. The sound of the door jerked him awake and pressed his back against the wall. Bob snorted and crossed his arms, looking down at Gerard. He was a big man, and from Gerard’s position on the floor he looked downright huge. He was tall and broad with red-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Gerard swallowed.
“Get up.” Bob’s voice was rough and commanding. Gerard stumbled, pulling himself up unsteadily. Bob reached down and caught his elbow, helping him get to his feet. Gerard hunched his shoulders miserably, his hair covering his face as he stared at his feet. He glanced up at Bob through messy black hair. Bob was staring at Gerard with an intensity that left Gerard shaking.
When Bob reached for him, Gerard stumbled back so fast that his elbow hit the wall with a loud thud. Bob laughed, a quick bark. “Calm down. I’m just going to untie you.” Bob looked amused by Gerard’s skittishness. Gerard held up his bound wrists, trying to stops his fingers from trembling. Bob untied him easily and rubbed his wrists for a moment, strong thumbs pressing against the harsh red marks.
“Ah.” It was the first sound Gerard had made since he’d given up on screaming in the hold. His throat rasped painfully and he swallowed, realizing for the first time how dry his throat was. Bob instantly reached down, pulling a canteen from his belt. He handed it to Gerard, who guzzled the water eagerly. Perhaps a little too eagerly, because water spilled out of the corners of his mouth and down his neck. He dropped the empty canteen and cowered, absurdly frightened that Bob might hit him for spilling.
Bob chuckled again, pulling a black piece of cloth out of his pocket. It took Gerard a moment to realize it was a makeshift handkerchief. Bob swiped the moisture off of Gerard’s chin and neck, catching a good portion of it before it could soak into Gerard’s shirt. “Now hold still. Let’s see what you look like under the dirt and tears.”
Bob gripped Gerard’s chin firmly with one hand, holding him in place as he cleaned his face. He wiped his cheeks and forehead first, and Gerard could feel the dirt coming off of his skin. It was fucking terrifying to have Bob that close, scrutinizing his face. Gerard didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe.
“Frankie was right. You are pretty, under all that.” Bob’s thumb brushed over Gerard’s lower lip, his eyes dark.
“Are you going to kill me?” Gerard’s voice was barely a whisper, but it seemed to throw Bob off. He pulled back and laughed, a bit darkly. “Only if you give me a reason. I’m not like some, I don’t kill just for the pleasure of doing it.” His eyes hardened. “That said, you’d be wise not to give me a reason.”
Gerard nodded quickly. The look on Bob’s face made his blood run cold. The last thing he wanted to do was give Bob a reason to hurt him. Bob took a step closer to Gerard, strong arms caging him against the wall. He pushed Gerard’s hair back out of his face. “I don’t want to kill you though.” He said in a soft, almost reassuring voice. “I really don’t.”
Gerard started to shake again. “Please don’t.” He whispered. “I don’t want to die.”
Bob pressed closer to Gerard, until their bodies were flush against each other. Gerard swallowed hard. Oh. He stayed frozen against the wall, unsure what he was supposed to do. He could feel the outline of Bob’s erection pressed against his hip. He bit his lower lip hard and leaned in, nuzzling hesitantly at Bob’s neck. Bob’s beard scraped Gerard’s cheek. He laughed and it startled Gerard, making him jerk back.
“Nervous little thing, aren’t you?” Bob chuckled, wrapping his arm around Gerard’s waist and half-dragging him toward the bed. “Come on then. Let me see you properly.”
Gerard nearly tripped over himself on his way to the bed, standing by it nervously. “Wh-what?” He asked shakily. Bob gestured at him pointedly. “Let me see you. Take off your clothes.”
Gerard shook his head almost automatically. He hated undressing, hated being looked at. He knew he was awkward looking and pale and he had angles in the wrong places. He didn’t even think about the repercussions until Bob’s palm hit his face, hard. He cried out in pain, the force of the blow knocking him onto the bed.
“Let’s be clear about one thing.” Bob’s voice was dark and commanding. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” He sat down on the bed next to Gerard and grabbed his shirt, tearing it as he ripped it off of Gerard’s back. “Or else I’ll make you do it.” Bob tossed the shirt aside. Gerard was still dizzy, reeling from the slap. “Do you understand?”
Gerard nodded, feeling like he was going to be sick. He was shaking again, so hard he felt like his bones were going to rattle apart. Bob reached over and stroked his bare back. “Hush, there.” He murmured, and as much as Gerard hated it, it was soothing. Gerard pressed his hand to his cheek, feeling the warm spot where Bob had slapped him.
Bob seemed to read his thoughts. “Now, I didn’t want to do that.” His tone was almost regretful enough to make Gerard believe him. “But that’s the way things are done here. Punishments are quick and forceful.” He was petting Gerard’s back still, and Gerard didn’t dare shy away. “You’ll learn fast enough, I’m sure. If you’d done it when I asked you to, I wouldn’t have hit you at all.”
Gerard stared blankly at the floor. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say. He chewed his lower lip, feeling Bob’s hand slide around to stroke his stomach. He leaned toward Bob instinctively, resting his head against his shoulder. Bob made an appreciative noise, shifting. “Come here.”
Gerard looked up quickly, attentively. “Where?” he asked softly, not wanting to be hit again. Bob shifted back onto the bed, patting his lap. Gerard hesitated, but climbed into Bob’s lap obediently.
“That’s a good boy.” Bob said softly. Gerard wasn’t sure if he was being teased or not. Bob gripped Gerard’s chin, tipping his head up. He locked eyes with him for a moment before kissing him. Gerard stayed stiff in Bob’s arms, whimpering a little when Bob’s tongue brushed over the seam of his lips. Bob growled and Gerard parted his lips quickly.
Bob plundered Gerard’s mouth, licking and sucking at his lower lip. He curled his hand around the back of Gerard’s neck, rubbing slowly as he kissed him. Gerard stayed still, letting himself be kissed and touched. After a few minutes, Bob pulled back in irritation.
“I’ll let that slide for today.” He said gruffly. “Which is more than what anyone else here would do.” He gave Gerard a stern look. “But keep this in mind. Your continued survival depends entirely on how satisfied I am with your…performance. Think about that.”
Bob got up, dumping Gerard unceremoniously from his lap onto the floor. He grabbed an extra blanket from the foot of his bed and tossed it on top of Gerard. “Sleep. I won’t be so forgiving tomorrow.”
Pairing: Gerard/Bob
Prompt: Bob is a viking.
Gerard is his latest pillaging prize.
The love they develop for one another is kept dutifully secret since Bob does not want anyone touching what is his or using his feelings for Gerard against him.
Extra internet brownies for dub-con/non-con, crossdressing, and jealous fellow vikings.
Chapter Two: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5139.html
Chapter Three: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5673.html
Gerard sat on the hard, wooden floor of the ship, shivering. He could feel everything rocking gently around him, hear the splash of the waves against the outside of the boat. Everything was gone. His house - his home- was just a smoldering pile of ashes. He was grateful that Mikey had been out at the market. If he had been at home, he’d be dead…or here with Gerard. He wasn’t sure which fate was worse. Gerard coughed, shifting uncomfortably. He was cold. His hands had been tied in front of him with a rough piece of rope, keeping him from even wrapping his arms around himself to stay warm. He had never felt so helpless.
A door far above his head slammed open and a thin shaft of light cut through the darkness. Gerard shrieked at the sound, scooting back until his back pressed against the damp wall. “See?” There was a high pitched giggle. “That right there, that’s why we thought he was a girl, see? Squealy little thing.”
“So none of the others want him?” The second voice was deeper, with a commanding tone that made Gerard nervous.
“Well, some of ‘em have said they’d take a turn on him - in a pinch, a boy’s just as good as a girl, y’know?” There was a disapproving grunt from the second voice. “But, well…everyone agrees, Bob. Y’haven’t taken but a pittance for y’self. You deserve ‘im, if you want ‘im.”
The voice Gerard now knew belonged to Bob spoke again. “All right. Take him up to my cabin.” There was a clunking noise as Bob left. Gerard felt strong hands wrap around his upper arms, jerking him to his feet. He stumbled, his bound hands throwing him off balance.
“C’mon then, to the captain’s cabin.” The man dragging Gerard was surprisingly short, but Gerard could feel the strength in his grip. There was no point in struggling. Even if he could break loose, where would he go? Jump off the edge of the ship and swim for it? He let himself be dragged up a flight of stairs, through a heavy wooden door. Gerard hissed when the sunlight hit his face, trying to reach up and shade his eyes. The short Viking cackled at Gerard’s flinch. “Aw! Such a delicate little thing!” he mocked. Gerard ducked his head, his pride stung.
The walk seemed to last forever. The man holding Gerard’s arm was holding him tightly enough to bruise, but Gerard was numb. He didn’t dare ask what was going to happen to him. Finally they stopped in front of a dark wooden door. “Welcome to the captain’s quarter’s. Don’t try and leave, I’d hate to have to muss up your pretty face before the captain even gets to you.”
Gerard stumbled into the room and the door slammed shut behind him. Gerard sank to the floor. The captain’s quarters were luxurious, thickly carpeted, and he could feel the warmth on his skin. It didn’t seem to reach inside him, though. He felt cold and dirty and afraid. He curled up on the floor and tried not to think about anything.
I might never see Mikey again.
The floodgates opened, and Gerard started to cry. Full, wracking sobs that left him gasping for breath on the floor. It might have been minutes later, or hours, but eventually he cried himself to sleep.
~
When the door opened, Gerard was cramped from his position curled up on the floor. The sound of the door jerked him awake and pressed his back against the wall. Bob snorted and crossed his arms, looking down at Gerard. He was a big man, and from Gerard’s position on the floor he looked downright huge. He was tall and broad with red-blonde hair and sharp blue eyes. Gerard swallowed.
“Get up.” Bob’s voice was rough and commanding. Gerard stumbled, pulling himself up unsteadily. Bob reached down and caught his elbow, helping him get to his feet. Gerard hunched his shoulders miserably, his hair covering his face as he stared at his feet. He glanced up at Bob through messy black hair. Bob was staring at Gerard with an intensity that left Gerard shaking.
When Bob reached for him, Gerard stumbled back so fast that his elbow hit the wall with a loud thud. Bob laughed, a quick bark. “Calm down. I’m just going to untie you.” Bob looked amused by Gerard’s skittishness. Gerard held up his bound wrists, trying to stops his fingers from trembling. Bob untied him easily and rubbed his wrists for a moment, strong thumbs pressing against the harsh red marks.
“Ah.” It was the first sound Gerard had made since he’d given up on screaming in the hold. His throat rasped painfully and he swallowed, realizing for the first time how dry his throat was. Bob instantly reached down, pulling a canteen from his belt. He handed it to Gerard, who guzzled the water eagerly. Perhaps a little too eagerly, because water spilled out of the corners of his mouth and down his neck. He dropped the empty canteen and cowered, absurdly frightened that Bob might hit him for spilling.
Bob chuckled again, pulling a black piece of cloth out of his pocket. It took Gerard a moment to realize it was a makeshift handkerchief. Bob swiped the moisture off of Gerard’s chin and neck, catching a good portion of it before it could soak into Gerard’s shirt. “Now hold still. Let’s see what you look like under the dirt and tears.”
Bob gripped Gerard’s chin firmly with one hand, holding him in place as he cleaned his face. He wiped his cheeks and forehead first, and Gerard could feel the dirt coming off of his skin. It was fucking terrifying to have Bob that close, scrutinizing his face. Gerard didn’t move. He didn’t even breathe.
“Frankie was right. You are pretty, under all that.” Bob’s thumb brushed over Gerard’s lower lip, his eyes dark.
“Are you going to kill me?” Gerard’s voice was barely a whisper, but it seemed to throw Bob off. He pulled back and laughed, a bit darkly. “Only if you give me a reason. I’m not like some, I don’t kill just for the pleasure of doing it.” His eyes hardened. “That said, you’d be wise not to give me a reason.”
Gerard nodded quickly. The look on Bob’s face made his blood run cold. The last thing he wanted to do was give Bob a reason to hurt him. Bob took a step closer to Gerard, strong arms caging him against the wall. He pushed Gerard’s hair back out of his face. “I don’t want to kill you though.” He said in a soft, almost reassuring voice. “I really don’t.”
Gerard started to shake again. “Please don’t.” He whispered. “I don’t want to die.”
Bob pressed closer to Gerard, until their bodies were flush against each other. Gerard swallowed hard. Oh. He stayed frozen against the wall, unsure what he was supposed to do. He could feel the outline of Bob’s erection pressed against his hip. He bit his lower lip hard and leaned in, nuzzling hesitantly at Bob’s neck. Bob’s beard scraped Gerard’s cheek. He laughed and it startled Gerard, making him jerk back.
“Nervous little thing, aren’t you?” Bob chuckled, wrapping his arm around Gerard’s waist and half-dragging him toward the bed. “Come on then. Let me see you properly.”
Gerard nearly tripped over himself on his way to the bed, standing by it nervously. “Wh-what?” He asked shakily. Bob gestured at him pointedly. “Let me see you. Take off your clothes.”
Gerard shook his head almost automatically. He hated undressing, hated being looked at. He knew he was awkward looking and pale and he had angles in the wrong places. He didn’t even think about the repercussions until Bob’s palm hit his face, hard. He cried out in pain, the force of the blow knocking him onto the bed.
“Let’s be clear about one thing.” Bob’s voice was dark and commanding. “When I tell you to do something, you do it.” He sat down on the bed next to Gerard and grabbed his shirt, tearing it as he ripped it off of Gerard’s back. “Or else I’ll make you do it.” Bob tossed the shirt aside. Gerard was still dizzy, reeling from the slap. “Do you understand?”
Gerard nodded, feeling like he was going to be sick. He was shaking again, so hard he felt like his bones were going to rattle apart. Bob reached over and stroked his bare back. “Hush, there.” He murmured, and as much as Gerard hated it, it was soothing. Gerard pressed his hand to his cheek, feeling the warm spot where Bob had slapped him.
Bob seemed to read his thoughts. “Now, I didn’t want to do that.” His tone was almost regretful enough to make Gerard believe him. “But that’s the way things are done here. Punishments are quick and forceful.” He was petting Gerard’s back still, and Gerard didn’t dare shy away. “You’ll learn fast enough, I’m sure. If you’d done it when I asked you to, I wouldn’t have hit you at all.”
Gerard stared blankly at the floor. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say. He chewed his lower lip, feeling Bob’s hand slide around to stroke his stomach. He leaned toward Bob instinctively, resting his head against his shoulder. Bob made an appreciative noise, shifting. “Come here.”
Gerard looked up quickly, attentively. “Where?” he asked softly, not wanting to be hit again. Bob shifted back onto the bed, patting his lap. Gerard hesitated, but climbed into Bob’s lap obediently.
“That’s a good boy.” Bob said softly. Gerard wasn’t sure if he was being teased or not. Bob gripped Gerard’s chin, tipping his head up. He locked eyes with him for a moment before kissing him. Gerard stayed stiff in Bob’s arms, whimpering a little when Bob’s tongue brushed over the seam of his lips. Bob growled and Gerard parted his lips quickly.
Bob plundered Gerard’s mouth, licking and sucking at his lower lip. He curled his hand around the back of Gerard’s neck, rubbing slowly as he kissed him. Gerard stayed still, letting himself be kissed and touched. After a few minutes, Bob pulled back in irritation.
“I’ll let that slide for today.” He said gruffly. “Which is more than what anyone else here would do.” He gave Gerard a stern look. “But keep this in mind. Your continued survival depends entirely on how satisfied I am with your…performance. Think about that.”
Bob got up, dumping Gerard unceremoniously from his lap onto the floor. He grabbed an extra blanket from the foot of his bed and tossed it on top of Gerard. “Sleep. I won’t be so forgiving tomorrow.”