last prompt
So piper_vaughn commented on my DoP space cowboys that she's rather fond of space pirates, so... well, you know I aim to please. I ran out of time yesterday, but I had some this morning, so now here's my first bumbling foray into smexing up intergalactic piracy:
(Sorry, LJ cut is no longer letting me trick it by posting in one browser and then editing the post in another. No cut.)
Eerin let his head fall back against the wall. He was bored. So bored. So very, very…
The sound of the door sliding open drew his attention from his stimulating thoughts. Josephus stuck his grinning head into the room and asked, “How’s it going, Captain?”
Eerin raised an eyebrow. “Very much as it was two hours ago, given that you’ve left me bound to same the corner of this same room the whole time.” He narrowed his eyes as he smiled tightly, letting a hint of fang show through his lips.
Josephus just laughed. “Well, how fortunate for you that Erasmus will be in shortly with your dinner.” He departed, the door sliding shut behind him automatically.
Unusual. Normally Josephus fed him, and Eramus simply sat and watched.
If only there were some color to distract himself with, Eerin couldn’t help thinking, it might not be so bad. All this white hurt his eyes. He closed the pairs above his ears; no point in watching the white walls without doors. Four eyes open for an escape in front were probably more than enough, given the careful skill Erasmus Smythe had demonstrated thus far in keeping him prisoner.
Three days ago, Eerin had been captain of this small ship, traveling to Kern along with two other hired crew members to deliver a shipment of goods from Salter. Before any of them knew what had hit them, they were being boarded by a band of pirates led by the infamous Aristotle Jones and his right hand man, Erasmus Smythe. The battle couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes, if “battle” was even the appropriate term for getting his ass handed to him in no time flat while one of his crew members was shot and the other greeted the invaders like long-lost friends.
Once Eerin was tied up in the smallest cabin, pinned to the back corner of the room with some sort of special magic Erasmus possessed-probably related to his species, but fuck if Eerin knew what species Erasmus was-the pirate crew had quickly stripped the room of what little furniture there was, made sure there were no spare objects Eerin might use to escape or even provide himself with the slightest hint of entertainment, and vanished. Except for Josephus and Erasmus, who seemed to be happily flying his ship to comets only knew what planet for what nefarious purpose. Eerin had no idea what had happened to his goods, no idea why his cargo had been targeted, and no idea why he was still alive.
Erasmus entered a few minutes later, carrying a tray with a few covered dishes on it in his long, knobby, quadruple-jointed fingers. He dimmed the lights as he always did upon entry, studying Eerin with his enormous black eyes in the near darkness, a small smile curling up his thin lips. The darkness eased Eerin’s eyes as well, biologically better suited to the pale light of his home planet of Tod than the bright, artificial light of the starship’s automatic setting. He opened the two pairs of eyes he had closed earlier, more at ease with a full view in the semi-dark than he had been in the fully lit cabin with only two pairs of wincing eyes open.
“Are you ready for your dinner, Captain?”
As always, the soft velvet of Erasmus’ voice affected Eerin in a way he hated to acknowledge. “I’m ready for anything that will provide a change from just sitting here. I’d prefer information to food, but I’m willing to take what I can get at this point.”
Erasmus lifted the lid of the first dish. “Perhaps we can arrange a little of each, hmm?” He dipped a finger into the thick gray mousse in the shallow bowl and extended it toward Eerin’s mouth. When Eerin sighed and obediently opened up, Erasmus hesitated for a moment. “Let’s keep the teeth out of this for the moment, shall we?”
Eerin rolled his top pair of eyes, making Erasmus chuckle. Eerin suppressed the smile that tugged at his lips, annoyed, and sucked the long finger into his mouth, careful to avoid his fangs. The mousse was denser than he had expected, meaty, like ground danten mixed with cream and spices. It was surprisingly good, considering the food supplies he knew had been in the mess when the pirates took over. He ran his tongue around the knuckles in his mouth to get the last bits. Before he could ask what he was eating and where it had come from, however, Erasmus pulled his finger back with a visible shudder.
“Your skin!” Eerin blurted as he realized what he had missed when Eramus’s finger had been covered with mousse. “It’s like…” Wet lips were all he could think of, the smooth, thin skin of a hot mouth, but those were not things he wanted to think of in conjunction with his pirate captor.
“Yes.” Erasmus’s voice had grown husky, his breathing erratic. For a few moments, he did not move or speak, but when he did, his voice was nearly normal again. “Would you like more, or would you like to see what else I have brought?”
Eerin stared at him for a moment with all four pairs of eyes, trying to get a handle on the strange pirate who knelt before him, feeding him like a lover. “I think,” he said, swallowing hard, “that I would like to know my options.”
Eramus smiled, just a hint of curl to his lips. “Wise. Let us see what resides beneath door number two.”
The next dish contained a gelatinous substance that melted slowly in Eerin’s mouth. Sweet and slightly salty, it tasted delicious but left him thirsty. “Next,” he requested.
The third dish contained a species of berry that Eerin had never seen before. Eramus’s eyes lit up, however, when he picked up one of the fruits and popped it into his own mouth before offering one to Eerin. “These grew in my father’s orchards when I was a child,” Eramus offered unexpectedly.
Eerin bit into the end of the fruit, careful not to let his fangs scrap the edges of Erasmus’s fingers where they held the stem. A squirt of juice landed on Eerin’s cheek, another dribbling down his chin. Reflexively, he reached up to wipe them away only to be reminded that his hands were bound and his arms magicked into place against the wall.
Eramus set down the stem and reached up again. “Allow me,” he offered, swiping his knobby fingers over Eerin’s face and licking the juice from them. His fingers felt strange against Eerin’s skin, much as they had against his tongue; they were soft, slightly damp and sticky, like mouths pressing gently sucking kisses to his face.
There was no denying the effect Eramus was having upon him now. Eerin licked his lips and stared. Eramus was watching him with the same flare of desire Eerin felt pulsing through his own veins. “What else have you got?” Eerin croaked.
Eramus lifted the last lid, and Eerin’s heart jumped at the familiar smell that wafted toward him. Erasmus must have seen his eagerness, because he smiled as he said, “I believe this comes from your home planet, if I am not mistaken.”
Eerin’s fangs ached to dip into the rich blue broth and drink. The soup was made with the juice of a gourd that grew prodigiously in the fields of Tod but had such a hard shell that only a Todian’s sharp fangs could penetrate to the soft center. Eerin had not tasted it since he had left home nearly seven turns of the calendar ago.
“I am afraid I cannot feed this to you with my fingers,” Eramus sighed, sounding not at all disappointed. “I suppose I must use my mouth.”
Eerin’s breath caught in his throat as Eramus lifted the bowl to his mouth, took a sip, and leaned forward to press his mouth to Eerin’s. Eerin opened wide, accepting the flood of talag juice that flowed into his mouth, then reaching with his tongue to sweep the every bit of flavor he could from the warm, wet cavern of Eramus’s mouth.
When he finally retreated, Eramus quirked the first full grin Eerin had yet seen him make. “Did you get it all?”
“I think so,” Eerin replied, far more flippantly than he felt, “but I’d be happy to check if you think I missed a bit.”
Eramus made a soft sound Eerin thought might have been an actual laugh. “Perhaps in a bit. Have you decided what you’d like to eat?”
“I’ll have everything,” Eerin decided. “Start with the wiggly stuff, then the fruit, then the mousse, and end with the talag juice.” He hoped the remainder of the juice would be transmitted the same way as the first taste; it had been such a long time since anyone had kissed him. Off Tod, his eyes and fangs were considered strange or frightening; on Tod, he didn’t have enough eyes or big enough fangs. Making his captor feed him mouth to mouth was probably cheating, but Eerin didn’t much care. Pirates cheated all the time; there was no reason for Eerin to feel a prick of conscience about cheating a pirate.
“Now for the information,” Erasmus murmured, voice as velvety soft as ever. Even during the fight, Eerin remembered, his commands had been delivered in that same quiet tone, just above a whisper. “I imagine you are curious as to why we have taken your ship and where we are taking it.”
“Among other things, yes.” Eerin opened his mouth for another bite, tongue sweeping the edge of Erasmus’s fingers unnecessarily. Erasmus shivered, much to Eerin’s satisfaction.
“The answer to the first is simple: money. Aristotle knew your cargo, knows the market, and knows the profit to be made. There was nothing personal about the strike.” He held out the last bite of the gelatinous food and waited for Eerin to take it into his mouth before continuing. “The second answer is nearly as simple as the first: I am taking home my share of the booty.”
Eerin blinked. He remembered watching helplessly as the pirate crew stripped his ship nearly to the frame. “All you get is a starship that’s been stripped bare?”
“Oh no,” Eramus countered, looking amused. He ate a berry before offering one to Eerin. “The ship goes back to Aristotle. It won’t fetch much, but it’s a sturdy little thing, and you won’t be needing it anymore.”
Maybe he was going to die after all. Eerin suddenly found it hard to swallow the fruit he was chewing. Maybe Erasmus enjoyed feeding his prisoners one last meal, teasing them, getting them hot and hard, and then killing them.
“My share of the booty this trip is you.”
Again, Eerin nearly choked. “Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
The smile that slid over Eramus’s mouth as he shifted forward, trapping Eerin between his arms, was terrifying and beautiful at once. “Oh, I think you did. I came aboard, and I chose my share of the spoils. I saw you, I wanted you, and-since I am a pirate-I took you.”
The words should not have gone straight to Eerin’s cock, but oh, they did. It was his turn to shiver as Eramus’s large eyes traveled slowly over him as though cataloguing every inch for future reference.
“Oh yes,” Eramus murmured. “Mine.”
Then suddenly, he sat back. Eerin sucked in a breath, unaware he’d stopped breathing until the air rushed back into his lungs. He was trembling slightly.
“Where were we?” Eramus mused, returning lids to the two empty dishes on the tray beside him. “I believe you are only half finished with your dinner, Captain.” Mouth twisted into a smirk, he swirled a finger in the mousse. Eerin’s tongue came out to wet his lips as he watched, mouth opening helplessly when Erasmus pushed the long digit inside. Eramus’s eyelids fluttered closed as Eerin sucked and licked, only half aware of the food he was receiving.
Eramus smiled again, sharp as a razor, when he withdrew his finger from Eerin’s mouth. “I think you will like dessert. I might even let you use those beautiful teeth.”
(Sorry, LJ cut is no longer letting me trick it by posting in one browser and then editing the post in another. No cut.)
Eerin let his head fall back against the wall. He was bored. So bored. So very, very…
The sound of the door sliding open drew his attention from his stimulating thoughts. Josephus stuck his grinning head into the room and asked, “How’s it going, Captain?”
Eerin raised an eyebrow. “Very much as it was two hours ago, given that you’ve left me bound to same the corner of this same room the whole time.” He narrowed his eyes as he smiled tightly, letting a hint of fang show through his lips.
Josephus just laughed. “Well, how fortunate for you that Erasmus will be in shortly with your dinner.” He departed, the door sliding shut behind him automatically.
Unusual. Normally Josephus fed him, and Eramus simply sat and watched.
If only there were some color to distract himself with, Eerin couldn’t help thinking, it might not be so bad. All this white hurt his eyes. He closed the pairs above his ears; no point in watching the white walls without doors. Four eyes open for an escape in front were probably more than enough, given the careful skill Erasmus Smythe had demonstrated thus far in keeping him prisoner.
Three days ago, Eerin had been captain of this small ship, traveling to Kern along with two other hired crew members to deliver a shipment of goods from Salter. Before any of them knew what had hit them, they were being boarded by a band of pirates led by the infamous Aristotle Jones and his right hand man, Erasmus Smythe. The battle couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes, if “battle” was even the appropriate term for getting his ass handed to him in no time flat while one of his crew members was shot and the other greeted the invaders like long-lost friends.
Once Eerin was tied up in the smallest cabin, pinned to the back corner of the room with some sort of special magic Erasmus possessed-probably related to his species, but fuck if Eerin knew what species Erasmus was-the pirate crew had quickly stripped the room of what little furniture there was, made sure there were no spare objects Eerin might use to escape or even provide himself with the slightest hint of entertainment, and vanished. Except for Josephus and Erasmus, who seemed to be happily flying his ship to comets only knew what planet for what nefarious purpose. Eerin had no idea what had happened to his goods, no idea why his cargo had been targeted, and no idea why he was still alive.
Erasmus entered a few minutes later, carrying a tray with a few covered dishes on it in his long, knobby, quadruple-jointed fingers. He dimmed the lights as he always did upon entry, studying Eerin with his enormous black eyes in the near darkness, a small smile curling up his thin lips. The darkness eased Eerin’s eyes as well, biologically better suited to the pale light of his home planet of Tod than the bright, artificial light of the starship’s automatic setting. He opened the two pairs of eyes he had closed earlier, more at ease with a full view in the semi-dark than he had been in the fully lit cabin with only two pairs of wincing eyes open.
“Are you ready for your dinner, Captain?”
As always, the soft velvet of Erasmus’ voice affected Eerin in a way he hated to acknowledge. “I’m ready for anything that will provide a change from just sitting here. I’d prefer information to food, but I’m willing to take what I can get at this point.”
Erasmus lifted the lid of the first dish. “Perhaps we can arrange a little of each, hmm?” He dipped a finger into the thick gray mousse in the shallow bowl and extended it toward Eerin’s mouth. When Eerin sighed and obediently opened up, Erasmus hesitated for a moment. “Let’s keep the teeth out of this for the moment, shall we?”
Eerin rolled his top pair of eyes, making Erasmus chuckle. Eerin suppressed the smile that tugged at his lips, annoyed, and sucked the long finger into his mouth, careful to avoid his fangs. The mousse was denser than he had expected, meaty, like ground danten mixed with cream and spices. It was surprisingly good, considering the food supplies he knew had been in the mess when the pirates took over. He ran his tongue around the knuckles in his mouth to get the last bits. Before he could ask what he was eating and where it had come from, however, Erasmus pulled his finger back with a visible shudder.
“Your skin!” Eerin blurted as he realized what he had missed when Eramus’s finger had been covered with mousse. “It’s like…” Wet lips were all he could think of, the smooth, thin skin of a hot mouth, but those were not things he wanted to think of in conjunction with his pirate captor.
“Yes.” Erasmus’s voice had grown husky, his breathing erratic. For a few moments, he did not move or speak, but when he did, his voice was nearly normal again. “Would you like more, or would you like to see what else I have brought?”
Eerin stared at him for a moment with all four pairs of eyes, trying to get a handle on the strange pirate who knelt before him, feeding him like a lover. “I think,” he said, swallowing hard, “that I would like to know my options.”
Eramus smiled, just a hint of curl to his lips. “Wise. Let us see what resides beneath door number two.”
The next dish contained a gelatinous substance that melted slowly in Eerin’s mouth. Sweet and slightly salty, it tasted delicious but left him thirsty. “Next,” he requested.
The third dish contained a species of berry that Eerin had never seen before. Eramus’s eyes lit up, however, when he picked up one of the fruits and popped it into his own mouth before offering one to Eerin. “These grew in my father’s orchards when I was a child,” Eramus offered unexpectedly.
Eerin bit into the end of the fruit, careful not to let his fangs scrap the edges of Erasmus’s fingers where they held the stem. A squirt of juice landed on Eerin’s cheek, another dribbling down his chin. Reflexively, he reached up to wipe them away only to be reminded that his hands were bound and his arms magicked into place against the wall.
Eramus set down the stem and reached up again. “Allow me,” he offered, swiping his knobby fingers over Eerin’s face and licking the juice from them. His fingers felt strange against Eerin’s skin, much as they had against his tongue; they were soft, slightly damp and sticky, like mouths pressing gently sucking kisses to his face.
There was no denying the effect Eramus was having upon him now. Eerin licked his lips and stared. Eramus was watching him with the same flare of desire Eerin felt pulsing through his own veins. “What else have you got?” Eerin croaked.
Eramus lifted the last lid, and Eerin’s heart jumped at the familiar smell that wafted toward him. Erasmus must have seen his eagerness, because he smiled as he said, “I believe this comes from your home planet, if I am not mistaken.”
Eerin’s fangs ached to dip into the rich blue broth and drink. The soup was made with the juice of a gourd that grew prodigiously in the fields of Tod but had such a hard shell that only a Todian’s sharp fangs could penetrate to the soft center. Eerin had not tasted it since he had left home nearly seven turns of the calendar ago.
“I am afraid I cannot feed this to you with my fingers,” Eramus sighed, sounding not at all disappointed. “I suppose I must use my mouth.”
Eerin’s breath caught in his throat as Eramus lifted the bowl to his mouth, took a sip, and leaned forward to press his mouth to Eerin’s. Eerin opened wide, accepting the flood of talag juice that flowed into his mouth, then reaching with his tongue to sweep the every bit of flavor he could from the warm, wet cavern of Eramus’s mouth.
When he finally retreated, Eramus quirked the first full grin Eerin had yet seen him make. “Did you get it all?”
“I think so,” Eerin replied, far more flippantly than he felt, “but I’d be happy to check if you think I missed a bit.”
Eramus made a soft sound Eerin thought might have been an actual laugh. “Perhaps in a bit. Have you decided what you’d like to eat?”
“I’ll have everything,” Eerin decided. “Start with the wiggly stuff, then the fruit, then the mousse, and end with the talag juice.” He hoped the remainder of the juice would be transmitted the same way as the first taste; it had been such a long time since anyone had kissed him. Off Tod, his eyes and fangs were considered strange or frightening; on Tod, he didn’t have enough eyes or big enough fangs. Making his captor feed him mouth to mouth was probably cheating, but Eerin didn’t much care. Pirates cheated all the time; there was no reason for Eerin to feel a prick of conscience about cheating a pirate.
“Now for the information,” Erasmus murmured, voice as velvety soft as ever. Even during the fight, Eerin remembered, his commands had been delivered in that same quiet tone, just above a whisper. “I imagine you are curious as to why we have taken your ship and where we are taking it.”
“Among other things, yes.” Eerin opened his mouth for another bite, tongue sweeping the edge of Erasmus’s fingers unnecessarily. Erasmus shivered, much to Eerin’s satisfaction.
“The answer to the first is simple: money. Aristotle knew your cargo, knows the market, and knows the profit to be made. There was nothing personal about the strike.” He held out the last bite of the gelatinous food and waited for Eerin to take it into his mouth before continuing. “The second answer is nearly as simple as the first: I am taking home my share of the booty.”
Eerin blinked. He remembered watching helplessly as the pirate crew stripped his ship nearly to the frame. “All you get is a starship that’s been stripped bare?”
“Oh no,” Eramus countered, looking amused. He ate a berry before offering one to Eerin. “The ship goes back to Aristotle. It won’t fetch much, but it’s a sturdy little thing, and you won’t be needing it anymore.”
Maybe he was going to die after all. Eerin suddenly found it hard to swallow the fruit he was chewing. Maybe Erasmus enjoyed feeding his prisoners one last meal, teasing them, getting them hot and hard, and then killing them.
“My share of the booty this trip is you.”
Again, Eerin nearly choked. “Excuse me? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”
The smile that slid over Eramus’s mouth as he shifted forward, trapping Eerin between his arms, was terrifying and beautiful at once. “Oh, I think you did. I came aboard, and I chose my share of the spoils. I saw you, I wanted you, and-since I am a pirate-I took you.”
The words should not have gone straight to Eerin’s cock, but oh, they did. It was his turn to shiver as Eramus’s large eyes traveled slowly over him as though cataloguing every inch for future reference.
“Oh yes,” Eramus murmured. “Mine.”
Then suddenly, he sat back. Eerin sucked in a breath, unaware he’d stopped breathing until the air rushed back into his lungs. He was trembling slightly.
“Where were we?” Eramus mused, returning lids to the two empty dishes on the tray beside him. “I believe you are only half finished with your dinner, Captain.” Mouth twisted into a smirk, he swirled a finger in the mousse. Eerin’s tongue came out to wet his lips as he watched, mouth opening helplessly when Erasmus pushed the long digit inside. Eramus’s eyelids fluttered closed as Eerin sucked and licked, only half aware of the food he was receiving.
Eramus smiled again, sharp as a razor, when he withdrew his finger from Eerin’s mouth. “I think you will like dessert. I might even let you use those beautiful teeth.”