Terrors of the Sea (Chapter Two)
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.
Chapter One: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/4755.html
Chapter Three: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5673.html
Gerard woke up feeling comfortable and warm. For a few glorious seconds, he didn’t remember where he was. A pounding on the door reminded him and the happy feeling evaporated. He sighed and pulled the blanket up over his head miserably.
“Hey! Captain’s bitch! Get your ass out here!”
Gerard winced and forced himself to get up. He opened the door to the short Viking from before. He was pretty sure his name was Frank. “Hello.” He murmured. He realized belatedly that he was still shirtless. He turned to go retrieve his shirt, but Frank caught his wrist.
“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m givin’ ya a bath.” Frank leered. He must have seen Gerard blanch, because he burst into uproarious giggles. He dragged Gerard out of the cabin, across the deck. There were men working on the boat, adjusting ropes and cleaning the floor, and every one of them stopped to stare at Gerard. It was humiliating, made worse by the fact that Frank seemed to enjoy it. Gerard wondered if Frank was deliberately taking a longer route to…wherever they were going.
As it turned out, they were just headed for a slightly more secluded part of the deck. A large metal tub stood, pushed behind a slab of wood that seemed intended for modesty’s sake. “You’re mighty lucky. Captain Bryar specifically said you get a hot bath. I woulda just dragged you beside the boat for a couple miles, that would have cleaned you right up.” Frank laughed, hyena-like. Gerard didn’t laugh. Frank shrugged and pointed to the tub. “Go on, get in.”
Gerard moved to step in the tub. He was jerked back painfully by Frank grabbing a handful of his hair. “Are you stupid? Do you usually wash with your pants on?” Frank’s other hand yanked on the back of Gerard’s pants and he had to twist to keep from being forcibly disrobed.
“S-stop!” Gerard struggled against Frank’s grip, grabbing his pants to keep them on. “I can’t undress with you looking at me!” He could feel his cheeks going red, and his eyes were watering with pain.
Frank’s hand twisted, pulling Gerard’s hair harder. He chuckled darkly. “What a shy little flower you are.” He sneered. “Come on. I don’t have all fucking day.”
There was an idea brewing in Gerard’s head, cutting through the pain and embarrassment. He had no idea if it would work. “I’ll tell the captain.” He gasped, hoping that Frank was as afraid of Bob as he was. “I’ll tell him you…”
Frank snorted. “Tell him what? Do you think he gives a damn about what happens to you?”
Gerard was pretty sure Bob didn’t, but he knew one thing. “H-he’s the captain. And I…” The next sentence made Gerard want to gag. “I belong to him, and if you hurt me…if you hurt me you’ll be in trouble.”
Frank frowned. “Hm.” He let go of Gerard’s hair, reluctantly. Gerard stumbled forward, reaching up to rub the back of his head.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take the bath. I just don’t want you to look, that’s all.” Gerard wrapped his arms around himself. Frank made a derisive sound. “Aren’t you the little virginal bride?” But he turned around, facing away from Gerard.
With Frank’s back to him, Gerard stripped off his pants and stepped into the water. It might have been hot at some point, but now it was more lukewarm. Still though, it was much better than being dropped in the ocean. There was a bar of coarse soap on the ground and Gerard picked it up, scrubbing the dirt off of himself as quickly as he could.
As he cleaned himself off, Gerard felt a sense of pride. He had won. Frank wasn’t looking at him, or pulling his hair. He enjoyed the victory, tiny though it was. A small smile spread over his face as he ducked his head under the water.
“Make sure to wash your bits. Everything between your legs, ‘specially.” Frank’s voice crushed Gerard’s slight swell of pride in an instant. He slumped in the tub. Nothing had changed. He was still a piece of property, owned by Bob. And he was still going to…he couldn’t think about it.
But Gerard really, really didn’t want to get punished again. He soaped up his hands and slid them down between his legs, washing his private parts more intimately than he would like. He clenched his jaw as he slipped his fingers down, cleaning parts of himself he generally didn’t touch at all.
When Gerard got out of the tub, Frank tossed a rough piece of cloth at him. “Dry off.” Gerard rubbed the cloth over his skin, using it like a shield against Frank’s inquisitive stare. “Cap’n Bryar said to get you some clothes. These are the cleanest I got.” He tossed the clothes at Gerard. They seemed to have been made for someone quite a bit bigger than Gerard and they hung off his body awkwardly.
Gerard let Frank lead him back to the captain’s cabin. Frank didn’t try to grab him or drag him, and Gerard was glad for that. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Frank rummaged in his pockets for a moment and pulled out a hard biscuit. He tossed it to Gerard. “Eat up.” He winked lewdly. “You’ll need your strength.”
The door to the captain’s cabin slammed shut and Gerard was alone with his thoughts.
~
It was some hours later when the door opened again. This time it was Bob. Gerard scrambled to his feet, looking up at him nervously. “Hello sir. Captain. Sir.” Gerard wasn’t sure how he was supposed to address his captor. He made a halfhearted attempt at a bow, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his oversized shirt.
Bob looked Gerard over with an amused smile. “What’s your name?” He asked, after a moment.
“Gerard. Sir.”
Bob nodded approvingly, walking past Gerard to sit on the bed. “Come here, Gerard.” He patted the bed beside himself. Gerard trotted after him and sat down, feeling like a well-trained dog.
“Now listen.” Bob’s voice was deep and calming, with no hint of anger. “This doesn’t have to be bad for you. As long as you behave yourself, do as you’re told, you’ll be safe here. Kept warm. Clothed. I won’t tie you up, nor hit you again unless you give me cause.” During his little speech, Bob’s hand crept around Gerard’s waist and began stroking his hip.
“Are you going to rape me?” Gerard blurted, biting his lower lip hard. Bob sighed and gripped his hip a bit more firmly.
“Well, that depends a lot on you. You’re a pretty thing, and I am going to make use of you.” Bob’s thumb slipped under the edge of Gerard’s shirt, brushing over his skin. “But as I said, it doesn’t have to be bad. I’ve been told I’m a passably good lover.” Bob’s lip twitched up, and Gerard wondered if he was making a joke. He decided it was safer not to laugh.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Gerard’s voice was soft and resigned. He looked at his hands, folded in his lap.
“Course you do. There’s always choices to be made. In this case, you can choose to do what I ask willingly, or to fight me. You’ll lose, and you’ll be worse off for it, but that’s a choice.” Gerard could feel the muscles of Bob’s arm against his back, and he knew Bob was right. He couldn’t beat Bob in any kind of physical fight, and even if he could…what then? He was still trapped on the ship, and then he’d be at the mercy of the rest of the Vikings. Of Frank.
Gerard swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to give Bob a reason to hurt him. “I’ve never…I mean, I won’t be very good.”
Bob’s grip tightened on Gerard’s hip. “I won’t punish you for bein’ a virgin. I’ll tell you what you need to do.”
Gerard was still for a long moment. He turned and looked up at Bob, taking a deep breath. “Will you…will you be gentle with me?” He asked softly. “Please?”
Bob made a low noise, something between a growl and a purr. “I can’t promise that.” He muttered. “But I will try.” It wasn’t terribly comforting, but it was better than nothing. Gerard hesitated for a moment more, but then nodded. He reached up and pressed his hand to Bob’s chest.
“Tell me what to do.”
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.
Chapter One: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/4755.html
Chapter Three: http://ninasfic.livejournal.com/5673.html
Gerard woke up feeling comfortable and warm. For a few glorious seconds, he didn’t remember where he was. A pounding on the door reminded him and the happy feeling evaporated. He sighed and pulled the blanket up over his head miserably.
“Hey! Captain’s bitch! Get your ass out here!”
Gerard winced and forced himself to get up. He opened the door to the short Viking from before. He was pretty sure his name was Frank. “Hello.” He murmured. He realized belatedly that he was still shirtless. He turned to go retrieve his shirt, but Frank caught his wrist.
“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’m givin’ ya a bath.” Frank leered. He must have seen Gerard blanch, because he burst into uproarious giggles. He dragged Gerard out of the cabin, across the deck. There were men working on the boat, adjusting ropes and cleaning the floor, and every one of them stopped to stare at Gerard. It was humiliating, made worse by the fact that Frank seemed to enjoy it. Gerard wondered if Frank was deliberately taking a longer route to…wherever they were going.
As it turned out, they were just headed for a slightly more secluded part of the deck. A large metal tub stood, pushed behind a slab of wood that seemed intended for modesty’s sake. “You’re mighty lucky. Captain Bryar specifically said you get a hot bath. I woulda just dragged you beside the boat for a couple miles, that would have cleaned you right up.” Frank laughed, hyena-like. Gerard didn’t laugh. Frank shrugged and pointed to the tub. “Go on, get in.”
Gerard moved to step in the tub. He was jerked back painfully by Frank grabbing a handful of his hair. “Are you stupid? Do you usually wash with your pants on?” Frank’s other hand yanked on the back of Gerard’s pants and he had to twist to keep from being forcibly disrobed.
“S-stop!” Gerard struggled against Frank’s grip, grabbing his pants to keep them on. “I can’t undress with you looking at me!” He could feel his cheeks going red, and his eyes were watering with pain.
Frank’s hand twisted, pulling Gerard’s hair harder. He chuckled darkly. “What a shy little flower you are.” He sneered. “Come on. I don’t have all fucking day.”
There was an idea brewing in Gerard’s head, cutting through the pain and embarrassment. He had no idea if it would work. “I’ll tell the captain.” He gasped, hoping that Frank was as afraid of Bob as he was. “I’ll tell him you…”
Frank snorted. “Tell him what? Do you think he gives a damn about what happens to you?”
Gerard was pretty sure Bob didn’t, but he knew one thing. “H-he’s the captain. And I…” The next sentence made Gerard want to gag. “I belong to him, and if you hurt me…if you hurt me you’ll be in trouble.”
Frank frowned. “Hm.” He let go of Gerard’s hair, reluctantly. Gerard stumbled forward, reaching up to rub the back of his head.
“I’ll do it. I’ll take the bath. I just don’t want you to look, that’s all.” Gerard wrapped his arms around himself. Frank made a derisive sound. “Aren’t you the little virginal bride?” But he turned around, facing away from Gerard.
With Frank’s back to him, Gerard stripped off his pants and stepped into the water. It might have been hot at some point, but now it was more lukewarm. Still though, it was much better than being dropped in the ocean. There was a bar of coarse soap on the ground and Gerard picked it up, scrubbing the dirt off of himself as quickly as he could.
As he cleaned himself off, Gerard felt a sense of pride. He had won. Frank wasn’t looking at him, or pulling his hair. He enjoyed the victory, tiny though it was. A small smile spread over his face as he ducked his head under the water.
“Make sure to wash your bits. Everything between your legs, ‘specially.” Frank’s voice crushed Gerard’s slight swell of pride in an instant. He slumped in the tub. Nothing had changed. He was still a piece of property, owned by Bob. And he was still going to…he couldn’t think about it.
But Gerard really, really didn’t want to get punished again. He soaped up his hands and slid them down between his legs, washing his private parts more intimately than he would like. He clenched his jaw as he slipped his fingers down, cleaning parts of himself he generally didn’t touch at all.
When Gerard got out of the tub, Frank tossed a rough piece of cloth at him. “Dry off.” Gerard rubbed the cloth over his skin, using it like a shield against Frank’s inquisitive stare. “Cap’n Bryar said to get you some clothes. These are the cleanest I got.” He tossed the clothes at Gerard. They seemed to have been made for someone quite a bit bigger than Gerard and they hung off his body awkwardly.
Gerard let Frank lead him back to the captain’s cabin. Frank didn’t try to grab him or drag him, and Gerard was glad for that. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Frank rummaged in his pockets for a moment and pulled out a hard biscuit. He tossed it to Gerard. “Eat up.” He winked lewdly. “You’ll need your strength.”
The door to the captain’s cabin slammed shut and Gerard was alone with his thoughts.
~
It was some hours later when the door opened again. This time it was Bob. Gerard scrambled to his feet, looking up at him nervously. “Hello sir. Captain. Sir.” Gerard wasn’t sure how he was supposed to address his captor. He made a halfhearted attempt at a bow, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his oversized shirt.
Bob looked Gerard over with an amused smile. “What’s your name?” He asked, after a moment.
“Gerard. Sir.”
Bob nodded approvingly, walking past Gerard to sit on the bed. “Come here, Gerard.” He patted the bed beside himself. Gerard trotted after him and sat down, feeling like a well-trained dog.
“Now listen.” Bob’s voice was deep and calming, with no hint of anger. “This doesn’t have to be bad for you. As long as you behave yourself, do as you’re told, you’ll be safe here. Kept warm. Clothed. I won’t tie you up, nor hit you again unless you give me cause.” During his little speech, Bob’s hand crept around Gerard’s waist and began stroking his hip.
“Are you going to rape me?” Gerard blurted, biting his lower lip hard. Bob sighed and gripped his hip a bit more firmly.
“Well, that depends a lot on you. You’re a pretty thing, and I am going to make use of you.” Bob’s thumb slipped under the edge of Gerard’s shirt, brushing over his skin. “But as I said, it doesn’t have to be bad. I’ve been told I’m a passably good lover.” Bob’s lip twitched up, and Gerard wondered if he was making a joke. He decided it was safer not to laugh.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Gerard’s voice was soft and resigned. He looked at his hands, folded in his lap.
“Course you do. There’s always choices to be made. In this case, you can choose to do what I ask willingly, or to fight me. You’ll lose, and you’ll be worse off for it, but that’s a choice.” Gerard could feel the muscles of Bob’s arm against his back, and he knew Bob was right. He couldn’t beat Bob in any kind of physical fight, and even if he could…what then? He was still trapped on the ship, and then he’d be at the mercy of the rest of the Vikings. Of Frank.
Gerard swallowed hard, choosing his words carefully. He didn’t want to give Bob a reason to hurt him. “I’ve never…I mean, I won’t be very good.”
Bob’s grip tightened on Gerard’s hip. “I won’t punish you for bein’ a virgin. I’ll tell you what you need to do.”
Gerard was still for a long moment. He turned and looked up at Bob, taking a deep breath. “Will you…will you be gentle with me?” He asked softly. “Please?”
Bob made a low noise, something between a growl and a purr. “I can’t promise that.” He muttered. “But I will try.” It wasn’t terribly comforting, but it was better than nothing. Gerard hesitated for a moment more, but then nodded. He reached up and pressed his hand to Bob’s chest.
“Tell me what to do.”