Look what else I did! Yup ... I finally made the second chapter to I Dare You! I'm already working on a third, so maybe based on what you guys see here, maybe you can give a few plot tips to help me along? Otherwise, this story might actually end in a chapter or two after this ^_^; sorry! I've got a few things going for me, but I just can't get enough juice into it to make a nice long pirate themed plot! Just let me know if there is anything in particular that you want to happen and I'll see if I can't maybe extend this story some more~

Enjoy my lovlies~ I'm off to attempt more of the third chapter before I go to VASE with my sister tomorrow and up to visit my boyfriend on Sunday ^_^

I'm really glad to finally be updating and writing on here again~

I Dare You

Chapter Two: Seduction?

Lovino stormed into the captain's office, his face lit up bright red in embarrassment. He was mortified he'd stooped that low and succumbed to his desires for his captain. The man, that had forced him into his position on the ship, went and paraded his feelings in front of him, dangling them just out of reach.

The cabin boy groaned, slapping his cheeks lightly, trying to rid himself of the flushing color. He'd acted like a little horn dog, begging for touches and kisses! It was disgraceful! On top of that, he'd been caught like that, the captain hovering over him like an umbrella … and admittedly sexy umbrella, but still! His face flushed red, his lips slightly swollen and bruised, his clothing disheveled … it was embarrassing! Beyond embarrassing! Matthew should never have seen him in such a vulnerable position! Much less with the captain of the ship … all too well known for sleeping with anything he could to relieve his sexual needs.

Even Gilbert, the annoying first mate to the captain had seen him like that. He wanted to die, to throw himself off the side of the ship to escape the feelings of confusion, embarrassment and humiliation burning within him.

"Oh, dear God, just kill me! Or make it to where it never happened …" Lovino whispered to himself, sitting in the big cushioned chair Antonio had set up beside his small desk. He let his head fall into his hands. After a short moment, Lovino decided that if he were to see Antonio any time soon he was going to –

"Lovino?" speak of the devil! "Are you in here, my little tomato?" Antonio walked into the office and shut the door tightly behind him.

Lovino looked up, "Go to hell!" the Italian growled, pulling off his boot. He chucked the shoe at Antonio. It hit the man in the arm he had risen to deflect it.

"Really now? Is that any way to treat your captain?" Antonio chuckled softly, pulling off his long red coat. He tossed it to the side, where it landed on a small table covered in papers and maps.

"You are not my captain!" Lovino stood up and limped over to Antonio, still only sporting one boot, "I should kick your ass for embarrassing me like that!" he raised his fist and slammed it into Antonio's chest, knocking the man back a step or two.

Antonio let out a soft 'oof' and grinned, "Still so feisty, I see." He grabbed Lovino's wrists and pulled the younger man against his chest, "I must say, you seem to have it all wrong, Lovino~ I did nothing to embarrass you except attempt to ravage your beauty! Gilbert and his cabin boy were the ones who walked in on us."

Lovino struggled against his grip, a dark blush making its way into his cheeks again. His heart beat sped up and he silently cursed himself for letting his body take over again. The stupid Spaniard had an earthy scent radiating from his white shirt that Lovino was forced against. He tried to rip himself from the grip again, but it failed once more as Antonio laughed and moved one of his arms from Lovino's wrist to the small of his back, while effectively pinning his arm down against their bodies.

"I'd like to continue what we started my sweet tomato~" he whispered into Lovino's ear, giving the soft flesh a little lick. Lovino felt a shiver run down his body and he held in a groan. The man struggled again, to no avail.

"Let me go! I already told you I'm not going to be your little whore!" he yelped, hating the fact his body subconsciously moved closer to Antonio.

Antonio smirked and ran gentle kissed down Lovino's jaw, finally stopping right before his lips. Their foreheads touched and emerald eyes met hazel, "Oh, Lovi …" he said softly. He let the cabin boy go and stretched his arms up toward the ceiling, "Go to your room and sleep. Tomorrow is a new day and hopefully we'll be docking so we can stock up some things," his eyes fell back on Lovino, "and get rid of a few unwanted items."

The captain grabbed his coat up and put it on, before tying his long brown hair back up with the ribbon, "Sleep well, Lovi." He said before walking out of the office.

Lovino let a shiver run down his body. His mind raged like a storm, but he grabbed up his thrown boot and rushed into the room connected to the office that was his. The small hammock wavered lightly from its hooks as the ship tilted and moved with the waves.

He kicked off his other boot and crawled into the hammock and tried to fall asleep, but there was just too much on his mind. First, there were the activities that took place earlier that day. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Antonio's strong arms wrapping around him and holding him close. He pictured, almost felt, the lingering feel and taste of the Spaniard on his lips.

His body felt too hot and warm, his pants too tight. Lovino hated himself, but he was only a man after all. He'd dreamt of a moment like that before … several times before … where Antonio would take him.

Then, of course, there were those last few words Antonio had spoken that had struck a chord with Lovino. 'Get rid of a few unwanted items'? What the hell did that mean? Was he planning on giving Lovino away? It was possible … it's not like Lovino tried to stay aboard the ship. He was constantly disobeying orders and generally making life hell for Antonio.

So it seemed he wasn't wanted here either, huh? Not that he could blame him. Even his own grandfather preferred his brothers to him. Sad huh? Well, it was just one of those things.

Maybe … maybe if he tried harder or convinced Antonio to keep him around … he would be able to stay aboard. He had nowhere else to go, now that he thought about it. He didn't know where they would be docking at, and if it was anywhere in Italy, he was sure his grandfather would be trying to get a hold on him.

Lovino may not have been wanted, but he knew his disappearance would have caused a lot of unrest that would mean trouble for the older man.

Anywhere else, and he wouldn't know anything. He barely just spoke enough Spanish to get by and had learned even more while working for Antonio. He didn't know French or German, so anywhere that spoke that meant he would be royally screwed.

He had to convince Antonio to keep him!

Lovino froze, but how?

There wasn't a lot he could offer the man without being forced to go back home to his family, and that would defeat the purpose of trying to stay.

He could work harder, but he may not get a chance in between then and the moment they arrived at land.

His face became unbearably hot and his cheeks glowed. Lovino wanted to shame himself for even thinking of such a plot, but at this rate, it may have been his only option. He let out a shaky breath. It's not like the idea was totally foreign to him, but he still couldn't believe himself as he rose from the hammock and walked over to the small chest that held all of his clothes and personal belongings. It was going to be a long night, he just knew it.

Antonio sighed, running his hand over his shoulder. The cool after storm air was quite chilly, but felt great against his face. His mind wandered back to his cabin boy and he let out a soft sigh. It was true that the young nineteen year old man was unbelievably attractive; strange for someone living off the streets in Italy. Especially because of that strange king of theirs.

Gilbert didn't dare show his face around Antonio, in fear that he'd actually pissed him off terribly this time, but Antonio found himself not truly caring. He may have been about to claim Lovino as his own, but something in those defiant eyes made him feel as though it probably wasn't the best course of action right now, despite the desire to bed someone.

He let out a deep sigh and made sure things were running smoothly after the storm, which hadn't been too damaging to the rest of the ship as it had the cargo hold.

Making his way back to his cabin, he wondered to himself how long he was going to be able to control Lovino until the brat decided he didn't want to listen anymore and run away from them as well.

While he could be quite annoyed with him, he still had this strange attraction to him and wanted him to stay. Most cabin boys were eliminated quickly for things much less severe than anything Lovino had ever done. He mulled over why that was, but all he could think of was the mystery in Lovino's eyes. Antonio knew there was something else within those deep not quite green, not quite brown orbs.

Lovino was also quite a refreshing sight after being out at sea so long with very few handsome or beautiful beings surrounding him. The Italian man was gorgeous and not even Antonio could deny ending that life would be a shame. He wanted to keep Lovino around if not for anything more than a treasure as himself. Besides, when he did work, he was invaluable. For some reason, there was something in his eyes when he actually worked hard, that drew Antonio to him. Why did he get so serious?

It was a mystery, as was the man himself. At one minute, Lovino had been cursing him out, making threats, and then when Antonio had made his move on him, he acted as if he didn't want to be touched, but his body and eagerness said otherwise.

It was also strange that Antonio almost always lost himself in those eyes of his. He'd forget all about everything else and get become obsessed with those orbs. What color were they truly? What would it be called? Was that really defiance in his eyes or was it something else? If so, what?

The door opened before him and he tossed his coat to the small table once more before he kicked off his boots and made his way to his cabin door. He heard faint shuffling and he growled quietly, wondering what fool would dare sneak into his room. He reached for a dagger and quietly opened the door.

His dagger hit the ground as he stared, flabbergasted at the sight before him. "L-Lovino? What is the meaning of this?"

Lovino whimpered softly, looking up at Antonio, "There you are, Captain."

Antonio blinked, looking over the man sitting on his bed, and he couldn't deny the feeling of his pants growing tighter. Firstly, Lovino had called him captain, which was a complete first. Secondly, how many times had he honestly walked into his cabin to see a very attractive man lying on his bed wearing nothing more than a long billowing shirt, with the lace let out down to the top of his chest. It barely covered down passed his thighs, giving Antonio a full look at the creamy, olive skin.

Lovino looked at him with intense eyes, and a slight pouty face. His cheeks were a bright red, reminding Antonio of a ripe, fresh tomato.

One of his legs was carelessly brought up and gently leaned on the other, with one of his hands resting atop the knee. His other hand was brought up to his face, while he played with his lip.

"Staring like that … it's making me blush!" Lovino whimpered, his face growing darker.

Despite the extremely sexy scene before him, Antonio thought twice about what was going on. This was another one of the brat's mood swings, right? Just a little bit before he'd been adamant about not becoming another 'whore', yet here he was offering himself up. It was strange and there had to be an ulterior motive … otherwise, Antonio was losing his touch.

He walked to the small chest in front of his bed. He would see what Lovino was up to, by pushing his limits. If Lovino truly wanted sex, he'd get it and be happy, if not, then Antonio would find out what he was up to.

Slowly, Antonio pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it into the chest. The captain walked over to the bed and sat down just at Lovino's legs. He paid close attention to Lovino's facial features as he did this. Lovino only licked his lower lip seductively, the little minx.

"I see you've changed your mind, Lovi~?" Antonio whispered softly, resting his hand on Lovino's calf. Lovino blushed darker and turned away for a split second before looking back at Antonio with those hazy eyes and nodding.

Antonio smirked and slowly ran his hand up Lovino's leg, resting on his outer thigh. His thumb made slow circles.

The Italian man bit his lip and shivered under the touch. He looked a tad bit uncomfortable.

"What made you change your mind, my tomato?" he leaned forward, shifting his body so that he was hovering over Lovino.

Lovino looked at him, seemingly struggling with something before he reached up, slithering his arms around Antonio's neck and pulling him down so that his lips barely grazed over the captain's ear. "I thought about it and I felt I was too hasty in turning you away~" his breath tickled Antonio's ear, "You're incredibly irresistible and I bet you are fantastic in bed."

Antonio took a shaky breath to calm himself. If he lost it, he would let his desire take over and he'd never find out Lovino's motives.

"Is that so?" the Spaniard grinned, leaning down a bit further to place his lips on Lovino's neck, "You seemed so against it earlier~ you don't mind being a whore to me?" he felt Lovino wince.

He ignored it for the moment being and let his tongue glide out and taste the little bit of shoulder showing. Lovino shivered beneath the touch and let out a soft moan as Antonio began sucking on the skin, hard so that he could let Lovino be reminded for several days of what took place.

"O-of course n-not!" he said, his voice wavering slightly. Boldly, the younger man let his hands slide down Antonio's chest, moving gently down the scars that covered the flesh.

"Mmm, you taste so good, Lovi, like the sweetest fruit." He looked Lovino in the eyes and saw his hesitation. Antonio smirked, "So you really don't mind being my whore?"

Lovino shook his head and leaned forward to lick Antonio's lower lip.

Antonio once again had to hold back from just attacking and ravaging the Italian, "Good, I'd hate to have you angry at me tomorrow when we dock and I go to another's bed. There are so many beauties out there just waiting for a Spanish pirate to take care of them. Besides, you're a virgin, I know you are. You'll be a rather poor fuck tonight. I can't imagine that I'd keep to your bed." He saw the look in Lovino's eyes and knew his words had hit something. Had he caught onto Lovino's bluff?

The Italian looked down and was shaking lightly. Antonio grinned and moved back, "Seems like you do care if I take you as one of my 'whores' after all, Lovino. Now tell me, why are you really in here trying to seduce me?"

"I-" Lovino started. He froze and said nothing, pulling his shirt down over his legs. "I wanted you to fuck me, that's all."

"You are a terrible liar. What's the real reason?" Antonio persisted. If Lovino just wanted sex, he wouldn't have flinched at the touches.

Lovino looked up, tears brimming his eyes, anger crossing his face, "Stupid bastard! You're planning on ditching me in the next port! I can't go back home!" he growled, rubbing furiously at his eyes, trying to make it seem he wasn't about to cry.

Antonio was taken aback. He hadn't expected this, "What makes you think that my dear Lovi?"

"You told me you were getting rid of unwanted items and then you looked at me!" Lovino yelled, looking away, terribly embarrassed his plans had been discovered. He was sort of relieved, to be honest, but now he had to admit to the captain why he was trying to be his bedmate.

His thoughts were disrupted by soft laughter, "You silly little tomato. I would never leave you at some strange port! You are too valuable to me!" Antonio rested his head on Lovino's shoulder, "I was talking about those crates that collapsed. They are filled with silk that can be sold easily for high profits at the next port. I have to use for silk except for money, hence the reason they are unwanted. Besides, they almost crushed you today, Lovi."

Lovino looked over at Antonio, his eyes widening slightly.

"Go to your room now, and get some sleep, my little tomato. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow~" Antonio smiled, looking up.

The Italian cabin boy looked away. His heart beat erratically in his chest. Did … did Antonio actually care about him?

"Why?"

"Huh?" Antonio seemed a bit confused, "Why what Lovino?"

"Why the fuck do you keep me around?" he yelled, "I don't work, I don't listen and the only time I ever call you anything but bastard is when I'm trying to seduce you into keeping me aboard the ship, which turns out you weren't getting rid of me after all! Why do you keep me around? You obviously don't want me for s-sex otherwise you could have easily taken me by now!"

Antonio was once again caught off guard. "You want to know why?" he chuckled, "Because you're cute! I know you give me trouble … but it seems you are one of the only people in the world unafraid of me and the consequences I threaten … well … except for one, but you should know by now if I really wanted you gone, I'd have thrown you over board.

"I find you interesting, in your own way. I wasn't kidding earlier when I said you were like a forbidden fruit with a delectable taste~ I still want to take you, but not until you realize I don't take bed partners lightly, nor do I just abandon the ones I do take, Lovino."

They fell into a slightly awkward silence before Antonio was thrown off guard once more as Lovino nervously climbed into his lap and moved his lips slowly and unsurely against Antonio's.

Antonio kissed back; raising his hand to rest against the small of Lovino's back he pulled him closer. He was shocked his little fire ball was opening up to him and making the first move.

Lovino pulled back and buried his bright red face into Antonio's shirt, "That's for keeping me aboard when you could have easily killed me or taken me back to shore …" the Italian got up from Antonio's lap and quickly crossed the room, leaving the mildly amused captain behind in his own room.

"I still don't understand him …" he said to himself, before lying down.

~Lady Pyrien