Fairy Eyes
"You call this a ship? I've seen canoes in better condition than this." It wasn't entirely a lie. She was old, well worn, but loved. An exquisite masterpiece, no doubt a queen of her time. The airship was painted a gentle pastel green, her blots and holdings a modest copper color. Her engine, old but reliable, purred. He observed her from the dock, hands on his hips, staring at her. She was too perfect for him not to want for himself. A damn fine ship.
Besides, the blasted frog owed him a new airship after completely destroying his old one. Granted, he would never admit that this ship made up for the loss and then some. Perhaps the Frenchman had taken his rant on older models being better to heart?
"Stop your complaining petit lapin. She's beautiful and you know it." Francis grinned, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close, kissing his cheeks repeatedly even as Arthur tried to get away. "I got it just for you. I thought you would love it."
Arthur scowled. He did. He loved it. Even worse, Francis knew it too. Damn man knew him far too well. It was downright embarrassing. What kind of sky pirate was he, to have a noble as his lover and best friend and most trusted partner? He had complete faith in this man. More so than any of his crew mates could ever hope to gain. He made a mental note with himself that next time Francis blew up his ship, he would not let him back into bed so easily. Especially not if it was this beautiful girl....
"I named her La Fée, I thought.... you would..." He frowned a little, leading him onto the ship and looking around in quiet serious contemplation. Neither of them found any fault with the interior, but Francis's mouth remained decidedly downwards before he smiled again. "In any case, delinquents like you weren't meant to be kept from the sky for long."
Arthur crossed his arms, sniffing in annoyance at the insult, inspecting the steering as he brushed away the long red plume of his hat. The view from the bridge examined the large expanse of the deck, enough to fit all 10 of his crew members. His fingers brushed over her dark colored wheel, imagined the way she would handle in an electrical storm, imagined the power of her beneath him. He could see himself traveling the skies, plundering other ships, zipping away. La Fée. She would treat him well.
"I love her." Francis smiled, a charming, sincere flash of teeth. He hugged Arthur tightly to him, hands traveling down his back to grasp his ass, eyes flashing with devious joy as Arthur squeaked.
"I knew you would." Arthur allowed the next kiss Francis gave him, the other pressing him against the wheel, his mouth demanding. He moaned quietly, tasting pomegranates and vaguely wondering why the fruit always reminded him of Francis. His hat fell to the glowing wood floors with a soft sound. Arthur payed it no mind, fingers curling in blonde strands, appreciating the silkiness. Francis left his lips to kiss his neck, fingers tearing at the gold latches of his gilded coat.
"How about we christen her?" Francis whispered huskily, breath hot against his skin, placing open mouthed kisses on any bare flesh he could reach. Arthur smirked, bringing Francis up for another kiss.
"You're a horrible, perverted bastard."
Owari