Aomine Daiki stood upon the bowsprit, holding onto the ropes above his head as he watched the Bay of Miracles grow larger and larger. He never understood why it had been called the Bay of Miracles, just guessing that when the town had first been founded there had been something more interesting than a cheap fuck and bad ale. Or was it a bad fuck and cheap ale? Aomine shook his head, pulling a small rolled up piece of parchment from his belt, unfurling it with one hand easily. All it said was to come before the next moon to meet with the others and Aomine sucked on his lower lip, eyes dancing back up to the bay. He wasn't sure what Akashi, King of Pirates, wanted of him, but he had a feeling he wasn't the only one to be called either.
Aomine himself was a Pirate King, as well as his first mate and helmsman Momoi Satsuki. She was a beautiful woman whom Aomine had known all his life and counted her as his sister, with pink hair and spinel eyes. Aomine was not afraid of being lost when she was at the wheel, knowing she would keep them safe and on course. As far as he was concerned, no man was worthy of her, and if anyone did try to touch her, Aomine was not afraid to take away that which declared them man. Not that she wouldn't do it herself, of course.
"Satsuki, how far are we out?" Aomine called over his shoulder. His pink haired helmsman looked to him before bit her lower lip as she quickly deduced the answer.
"About twenty minutes, the wind is on our side!" Momoi called back, gently turning the wheel to degrees starboard. Aomine nodded, jumping back from the narrow beam and heading into his cabin. He ran a hand through his midnight blue hair as he shoved the door open, grabbing his flask and downing a mouthful of rum. He hissed as the bitter taste scorched his tongue and throat but he took another swig anyway. He threw it onto the bed before pulling open the trunk latched to the ground just beside the door.
Pulling out a dark blue jacket Aomine pulled it around his shoulders, letting out a slight sigh as the soft inside material tickled against the bare skin of his back. He rubbed his jaw gently before looking to the musty glass that once resembled a gorgeous mirror tucked behind a range of treasures Aomine had collected over the years. He looked tired, rings under his eyes and his short hair a bit of a mess. He reached up and pulled on one of the loose strands. Momoi had cut it short at the beginning of winter and Aomine was still morning his loss. The strands had reached just below his shoulders and now his hair was barely reaching the nape of his neck.
His normally tan had grown darker from spending time out on the deck and Aomine crossed his arms across his chest, eyeing up the tiny nicks and scars that decorated his torso. Most of them had been gained in small pub fights that escalated too quickly, but that wasn't to say Aomine was devoid of true battle scars. His back could attest to that and so could Momoi. Aomine rubbed his dark blue eyes, licked his lips before grabbing his belt from his bed. Wrapping it around his hips he felt the right side dip down as he attached the scabbard for his sword. The leather of the belt was worn and much lighter than the black leather of his pants and Aomine rocked back onto his heels before opening the door to his cabin. He only hoped that everyone else was irritated at being called to the Bay of Miracles as he was.
Kise Ryouta's face had been unceremoniously pushed into the pillow with his ass up in the air and had he not been rendered speechless by the pounding he was receiving, he would have barked out furious comments about being treated in such an underhanded way. Not that anyone would have really listened but it would have made him feel a little better, but no. He was speechless, only managing unintelligible dribbles as sharp hip bones slapped continuously against his ass, a pool of heat filtering through him and all he wanted was to have one of those hands that was gripping his waist to keep him in place to reach around his front and rub his cock or to take of the damned ribbon - that he'd had no say on being tied - so he could get some form of relief. Also, untying his arms from behind his back would be nice as well.
How he had ended up in this position was not his fault at all. None of his crew were pleased when he announced that they were returning to the Bay of Miracles under the request of Akashi, especially not his first mate Kasamatsu Yukio. Kise didn't really blame him, after all it was kind of Akashi's fault that Kise stole Kasamatsu ship and crew and they now had to work as pirates under his command instead of being honourable sailors working as cargo runners. That wasn't Kise's fault though and it sure as hell didn't mean he was deserving of this punishment. Then again, it wasn't like the crew entirely listened to what Kise said, most of the time Kasamatsu had to repeat the order to make the sailors actually do what Kise wanted.
Kise let out a moan as he felt the thrusts getting shorter and quicker, brushing continuously against this bundle of nerves (that Kise decided during the first time he'd had sex that he liked it very much) and sending heat straight to his balls but nothing else was happening for him. Kise's moan turned into a whine as he tried to dip his hips downwards but he was about as successful as his last few attempts. Not very. Kasamatsu's grip on his waist grew tighter, his fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks on Kise's skin as he let out a moan, pushing hard into Kise three more times before Kise felt warmth spread inside of him. Kise squirmed uncomfortably, his dick still throbbing from having no attention and being prevented from reaching his own high because of that damned gold ribbon tied around him. He heard Kasamatsu chuckle and thought that he would finally get his release. He thought wrong. Instead he was granted Kasamatsu's tongue pushing into Kise, making the Captain moan and push back, although involuntarily because he really didn't want to be enjoying himself this much.
"P-please," the words flew from his mouth before he had a chance to stop them, "please Yukio. Please."
"Please what?" Kasamatsu asked after pulling away from Kise, his finger gently rubbing his now red and tender hole. Kise shuddered before looking over his shoulder even though he couldn't really see all that well. Tears had welled up in his eyes as his dick started to ache and he felt a sob rising in his throat.
"Please take the ribbon off. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please just take it off," Kise sobbed, the tears streaming down his cheeks, "it's starting to hurt. Please, please untie me." Kasamatsu gripped Kise's hips again and flipped him onto his back. The landing hurt his shoulders but he wasn't going to say anything as Kasamatsu's mouth covered Kise's weeping cock, his head bobbing up and down as his fingers pulled on the strings of the ribbon. As the fabric fell from him Kise's hips jerked up a few times as he let out a moan. On his last thrust up Kasamatsu helped support him, resting his elbows on the soft feathery mattress and his palms sitting on the small dimples on Kise's lower back. Kise let out a strangle whimper as he came, his toes curling as Kasamatsu sucked and swallowed. Kise felt his breathing shake as his vision went blurry. He released another whimper when Kasamatsu released his cock with a pop, slowly lowering his hips back onto the bed.
"Roll over," Kasamatsu said quietly and Kise obliged him, rolling onto his side. He felt Kasamatsu pull at the knots of the rope and when they were loosen Kise's arms just dropped against the mattress behind him. Kasamatsu reached out, weaving his fingers through Kise's as he kissed the middle of his back. "Roll to me." Kise needed a bit of help and he was thankful when Kasamatsu got him to roll over, his strong arms wrapping around Kise and pulling him close. Kise snuggled against his first mate, his only mate, and let his head rest on Kasamatsu's chest, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. He was tired, he was aching and he was pissed off because even though he knew he should have been furious at how Kasamatsu had man handled him, he wouldn't deny he'd let him do it again.
"I should sleep," Kise yawned and Kasamatsu let out a chuckle, pulling him even closer even though there had been barely any room between them for dust to sneak through. Kise smiled sleepily as he lifted his leg over Kasamatsu's, latching himself to his first mate as he recieved a tender kiss to the top of his head.
"Then sleep, my Pirate King."
"But Shin-Chan!" Midorima Shintarou winced at the whine that erupted from his first mate and he pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering why he didn't just shoot him when he had the chance. He turned on his heels, glaring at Takao Kazunari, who returned with a shit eating a grin that was too genuine to be forced. He tilted his head, kicking his legs over the side of the mattress and pouted, nodding to the window that Midorima had been standing at. "I want to see Cookie."
"Absolutely not, you two are not allowed near each other at all," Midorima snapped as he returned his gaze to the window. The Elnora was slowly drifting into port and Takao had been begging Midorima to go and see their arrival. Which really meant Takao wanted to go and see Cookie, get drunk with her and cause havoc in the town. Again.
"Neh, why not? Aomine doesn't mind!" Takao argued, throwing himself back against the mattress and letting out a loud huff. Midorima ignored him, he had become quite adept at doing so. As far as Midorima knew, Kise had been the only other to arrive so far, which meant that Murasakibara would be on his way. Something gripped at his heart when he considered this would be their first meeting after the death of their seventh comrade and, although Midorima had promised himself that he was not overly affected by what had happened, he felt a little more sensitive than usual. "Shin-Chan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, go, you can just go," Midorima dismissed Takao with a wave of his hand. He expected Takao to jump up punching the air and celebrating. His first mate very rarely let up a chance to drink with Cookie. Instead he felt warm arms wrap around his thin, white shirt, pulling him back a little against the shorter male. Midorima licked his lips, keeping his posture and his composure as best as he could as he readjusted his glasses.
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Midorima didn't reply but he did cross his arms over his chest and let out a huff. He hoped Takao would let him go and race down to the pier. Instead the arms around him tightened and Takao pressed his cheek against Midorima's back, nuzzling his face against the soft cotton. Takao had been a street urchin when Midorima found him, well, more like when Takao found Midorima. The tall, emerald haired pirate was easy to pick from a crowd and Takao had seen him around the Bay of Miracles a few times before, often hanging around King Akashi. Takao felt like he'd discovered the largest trove of treasure and Midorima looked like he'd been approached by a bilge rat. "If you want to talk Shin-Chan, I'm here, ya know?"
Midorima clenched his jaw, knowing full well how Takao was there. How Takao was always there. Shin-Chan this, Shin-Chan that, Midorima never had a moments peace from the chatter Takao produced and Midorima almost laughed at how he had always considered Kise to be too loud. Speaking of his fellow Pirate King, Midorima reminded himself to reprimand both he and that first mate of his about being a little quieter. The whole inn didn't need to hear their midday activities and Midorima sure as hell didn't either.
"I have no reason to speak of the events of the past. I cannot change them," Midorima replied as he tried to pull out of Takao's grip. The shorter pirate didn't relent, instead tightening his grip to the that of a vice and pulling Midorima back. The taller man let out another huff, wondering what in the world he could do to make Takao let him go when suddenly the warmth was gone. Midorima spun around as Takao skipped to the door, pulling it wide open. "Where are you going?"
"To meet Cookie, you said I could! By Shin-Chan!" Takao all but sang as he skipped out of the room, letting the door shut behind him. Midorima scowled, scratching his neck before walking over to the bed closer to the window. He sunk into the soft mattress and stared up at the roof, trying to comprehend why Akashi wanted them to come back all of a sudden.
"Muro-Chin!" Murasakibara Atsushi whined, following after his friend through the crowd. Everyone moved out of their way, mostly because this particular Pirate King stood so high above them all. He gingerly scratched at the back of his neck, the hair pulling from where his friend had pulled his hair into a pony tail. That hadn't been too much of a problem for Murasakibara, the problem was that Himuro Tatsuya had taken his hard candies and was refusing to return them until after the meeting with Akashi.
"I said no," Himuro snapped, looking over his shoulder. Murasakibara let out another whine, reaching out for his smaller friend but Himuro ducked out of the way, his black hair fanning as he spun slightly on his heel. He stopped dead where he was, glaring up at Murasakibara and the other hesitated. "The answer will stay no longer after this meeting if you keep pushing me to get them back."
"Hey, Himuro, Murasakibara!" Both turned upon hearing a rather chirpy voice call to them. Running down the street was Takao and Himuro smiled, raising his hand above his head and waving back to the first mate. Himuro didn't mind Takao, he was a little too talkative and sometimes the whole situation could be domineered by him informing them of Midorima's latest antics, but it was more than easy to get him onto another topic. Surprisingly, his Captain was no where in sight and Himuro wondered if Midorima was talking to Akashi already, even though they were not scheduled to talk until the night.
"Afternoon Takao," Himuro smiled politely as Takao came to a stop in front of them. He was leaning down a little, resting his hands on his knees and he was panting a little. Had he run all the way from the inn? He probably would have, Himuro thought, considering Cookie would be coming into port with the Elnora. Murasakibara started making irritated huffs again, leaning down over Himuro and looking at Takao, scrutinizing the man before them.
"Why were you running?"
"To get to port," Takao replied as though it was the most obvious reason in the world and Murasikabara let out a humph before wrapping his arms around Himuro's arms, constricting his movements and lifting him off the ground. Himuro let out a startled 'oh' before kicking his feet a little, wanting to be on the ground again.
"Muro-Chin stole my candies, can you get them?" Takao raised one eyebrow, glancing between the Pirate Captain who was a foot taller than him and would be able to pummel him into the ground without much effort, to his glowering first mate that was warning Takao off even thinking about trying to get the candies back. Takao contemplated who he'd rather piss off more and figured the pummeling would end better than whatever Himuro might do to him.
"Sorry Captain, sworn off getting in lovers tiffs. You'll have to find another way to get your sugar," Takao winked before stepping to the side and running again. Murasakibara let out a whine of irritation before he continued walking, still carrying Himuro. The latter wriggled uncomfortably and slightly embaressed as everyone stopped what they were doing to watch the purple haired giant carry him around. He let out a sigh before his hand worked it's way into his pocket, pulling out a small, round candy piece and nudging Murasakibara with his elbow.
"Put me down and I'll give you a snack."