Long time no update D: sorry that's my fault. Well have a new chapter! Hope ya'll like it. R&R too please
-Flash
They had been in the air for a few days now, and there wasn't much going on, Arthur just continued on with his work and let Alfred do what he wanted for the most part. However, this morning he received a response from Alfred's father and was waiting for the right time to bring it up.
"Alfred. . .I received your Father's response" he handed Alfred a letter " read it out lout."
Alfred's face paled as he read through the letter. He stammered out the contents of the letter.
Son, I cannot believe you have the audacity to contact me to supply your lover with parts for his ship after running away from home and leaving us to explain your absence. I will not be sending you anything and I don't want to see you back here.
"That's an interesting response" Arthur leaned back, hands behind his head. "I suppose I'll just have to pay him a visit in Boston."
Kirkland sighed and took out a map marking a new course. It was really a pain in the ass to change course so late in a flight, but what had to be done had to be done.
"I'm going to tell the pilot to change course, you can come if you like."
Alfred followed behind him like a ghost, not really processing anything. He couldn't believe his father had done this.
"Change the course to Boston." Arthur barked out the order as he walked on to the flight deck. The Pilot looked at him questioningly but the glare the Captain gave him left no room the argue. The Airship took a large turn, changing its course.
Kirkland sat down in his chair in the middle of the deck, looking out at the sky. "You seem surprised by your father's response, is this uncharacteristic of him?"
"Yeah...it's really weird. My dad's always been understanding. I'm closer to him than my mom; we've always been best friends." He said, eyes boring holes into the floor.
"He referred11 to me as your lover, I find that humorous considering there was nothing of that nature mentioned in the letter" Arthur said, leaning on his chin on one arm.
At this point in time Arthur was considering just dropping the entire thing and keeping things with Alfred as they were. But considering they were already on course for Boston and it would be stupid to turn back now, the most logic option for the pirate captain would be to obtain the parts by other means.
"Alfred. . .since I can't use you as a means to threaten your father . . ."he left the statement open, hoping Alfred would get the message.
Alfred immediately snapped out of the stupor his father's response had left him in, slugging the captain in the face. "Touch my family and you die you mother fucking scum bag!" He growled, grabbing him by his collar and shoving their faces mere inches apart. "I will fucking kill you, mark my words."
Arthur growled shaken a bit by the sudden assault. The Captain spat blood on the floor and pushed the teen off him. Without a word from their captain four crewmembers were up and on top of Alfred
" How dare you do that to the captain you bloody yankee!" One of them, a large dark skinned man, was holding Alfred back by hooking his arms under the teens. " I'll be surprised if ya live after that laddie." another man, who seemed to be Scottish laughed and kneed Alfred in the groin.
"That's enough!" Captain Kirkland stomped his foot on the ground and the entire deck went silent.
"Hold him still." he said walking over to them and drawing his sword. "Listen close boy." he growled holding the tip of his blade to Alfred's neck and pressing it in just enough to puncture the skin. "If you ever do anything like that again I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell!"
"Threaten my family and you'll definitely make it worth my while." He sneered, spitting in his face. "You can say whatever you like to me. You can stab me, shoot me, throw me overboard and leave me to the sharks. But don't you fucking get it? As long as my family is safe I don't care."
He chuckled darkly and lashed out, using his one unrestrained leg to kick him in the groin. "You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar Artie." He cooed mockingly.
When Alfred's saliva hit his face almost lost it, but he let the boy speak, the second jab and the kick to the groin however, that was the mistake. Kirkland took out his sword and stabbed Alfred in the foot the teen had kicked him with.
The two other crew members standing around took the job of holding down Alfred's legs. Kirkland grabbed Alfred's chin " I'm about a inch away from killing your goddamn family!"
Alfred cried out as he was stabbed for the second time since boarding the ship. He glared at Kirkland through the haze of the pain. He couldn't resist one more jab. "That what get you off? Killing people who've done nothing to you?" He said before the pain and emotional stress made it hard to concentrate enough to speak.
"I'm a bloody Pirate it's what I do!" he snarled and kicked Alfred onto the ground, causing the crew members to drop him. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't slaughter your Mum and Brother once we hit Boston! A good reason for me, no some bloody emotional shit like what you just said!"
"I-I don't know! I'll do anything, anything you want. If it's in my power, it's yours. Anything at all, just doesn't hurt them please." He begged, seeing that he was serious. He was going to kill his Mom and Mattie and the asshole wouldn't even bat an eye at it. This man was a nutcase. He had to be. No sane human being would kill another person, especially not knowing that that person had people who loved them. And Alfred loved his family, he truly did. That's why he couldn't let anything happen to them.
"He looked up at him once more time, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, the emotional devastation the thought of losing his loved ones brought on evident in their expressive depths. "Please...please don't' hurt them." He begged, voice cracking.
Arthur growled, not convinced in the slightest but for some reason he had a soft spot towards Alfred. "I'm still not convinced." he picked up Alfred by his collar and threw him at one of the crew members.
"You've got until we hit Boston to get your bloody act together you hear me!" Kirkland yelled "I don't want any shit from you!" Everyone in the deck was silent, their captain hadn't been this angry in a long time.
"One slip and anyone with any connection to your stupid ass is dead!" Arthur sighed angrily and slumped back in his seat "give him to Yao and take him to the brig when he's done there." Kirkland said pinching the bridge of his nose.
Shit, he was in big trouble now. What had he been thinking! That he could punch a notorious pirate in the face and his family would walk off scot free just because he threatened him? He'd been blinded by rage and now his family was closer to harm than they'd ever been and it was all his fault. That's what got to him the most. Not that he was in danger himself, not that he'd been stabbed twice now, but the fact that his family could very well die because of him.
He was hauled to the medic's office and fixed up, the Chinese man merely shaking his head and not saying a word as he'd bandaged him up. After that he was thrown in the brig, probably to rot until they got to Boston or Arthur decided he wanted to fuck him.
A few hours later Arthur came in with a crew member, who had a bowl of food for Alfred, the larger man set it down and left leaving the two alone. Kirkland didn't say anything; he just nodded toward the bowl and leaned against the wall while the teen ate.
Alfred took the bowl, eating silently. He couldn't even get up the emotion to feel awkward eating around the pirate captain anymore. He was so drained from all that had happened and all his thoughts that he had been left alone with since he'd been locked up in the brig.
When he was done he placed the bowl back on the floor where the crew member had placed it before him and drew his knees up to his chest, hugging them there and not saying a word. He didn't trust himself not to fuck it up and get his family killed.
"You're an idiot you know that?" Arthur sneered "You go on and on about how your family is the most important thing to you and yet your constantly knowingly putting their lives on the line." he stopped waiting to see if Alfred had anything to say "Well? don't you have some kind of jab to throw at me." he mocked taking a step closer to the teen.
"Because it seems getting back at me in these little moments is more important to you than keeping your brothers head on his shoulders!" The Pirate pulled back and took his position on the wall, calming himself down. "Am I wrong boy?"
Alfred didn't say anything to that. If he agreed with him he would be lying. Of course Matthew was more important than the little moments of revenge he took with the mocking jabs at the pirate. But he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Kirkland he was wrong. He was sure that wasn't what he wanted to hear. So he buried his face in his knees and stayed silent. He was pretty sure that the pirate didn't want that, either. But what other choice did he have?
He didn't know what to do, he'd never known what to do. This entire time he had just been acting on instinct, fighting back like a caged animal. But now there was so much more on the line than his freedom or dignity, more important to him than his own life.
"You're confused aren't you, thinking there is no right answer to my question." He walked over and sat down next to Alfred
"You can't tell me that I'm wrong in the position you're in now" he reached over and ran his hand through Alfred's hair "but you don't think I'm right either." he sighed "but not answering my question is also a bad move."
Kirkland looked at Alfred's silent and still form and felt a strange sort of pity, something he'd never felt towards anyone before. "Don't stress yourself; I'll let this one pass."
It was strange, this semi-understanding behavior from Kirkland. It was almost like he was trying to be the good guy here, when they both knew he wasn't. Though after the day's events, Alfred wasn't sure he was either, anymore. Maybe they were both villains, and Alfred was just the bad guy without ever realizing it.
The hand in his hair only served to confuse him more. He was emotionally vulnerable at the moment and the soft touches only made him want to bury his face in the shoulder of the person providing them and cry. But he couldn't do that with his owner. Especially not when he was the root of all his problems. The swirling emotions of self-disgust at the fact that he had enjoyed what they'd done last night, the fear for his family, the helplessness, the anger. They all came back to the man running his fingers through his hair.
"Cry if you need to . . ." Arthur said, having his own emotions going all over the place at the moment. He was a bloody pirate; he shouldn't care about the person in this cell, or their family. He shouldn't even be here right now!
But none the less, Arthur stayed put, he was surprised when Alfred didn't move away from his touch and so he took it a step further. Kirkland slowly leaned Alfred's head onto his shoulder; it felt good, for him at least to have Alfred so close to him. Kirkland was torn between caring for Alfred as his responsibly and carrying out his business as a pirate. Of course his duties as a Pirate won out, and as long as Alfred behaved he wouldn't have to keep his word to hurt the others family.
Alfred knew this was crazy, that the last person he should be clinging to like a piece of driftwood in a storm was Captain Arthur Kirkland. But that's exactly what he did. As soon as Arthur had laid Alfred's head on his shoulder, the tears has started coming, hot and fat. He clung to him, fist winding itself into the fabric of his jacket as his body was wracked with powerful sobs.
Arthur sighed and held Alfred close to him in a sort of awkward hug. It was a bit annoying that the teen was staining his jacket with tears, but at the moment he didn't really care. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, being a pirate nearly all his life he never really had to comfort anyone. "sssh . . ." he whispered patting Alfred on the back.
"calm down, just behave, it'll be alright then." he had to tell the truth, as much as he wanted to just say 'it's going to be ok' Arthur wasn't sure if that was the case.
All of a sudden, he remembered why it was a stupid idea to be crying to Kirkland of all people. With that one sentence the spell was broken and he was slipping out of his owner's grasp and drying his eyes. He leaned back against the wall, face turned away from the pirate. "Don't worry, I'll be good." His voice was soft and rang hollow, the fight all gone out of him. What was the use now? It would only get the people he loved most in the world hurt. A moment of smug self-satisfaction wasn't worth the risk.
"If you like you can come back into my cabin, I'll set up a hammock for you." Arthur said, sighing as he got up off the floor "you shouldn't be sleeping on his cold hard floor when you're injured, you'll get sick."
"Of course, sir." Emotionless. Don't let a single thing show, he told himself. As far as you're concerned his wish is your command. So he merely raised himself up off the floor and fell in line behind his owner, eyes cast downward like a good, meek slave should. He would be on his best behavior all the way to Boston, even as it killed him inside to do it.
When they got back to the room Arthur tied up a hammock "actually . . ." he sighed and took his coat off "with your foot being as it is its best if you sleep in my bed." he walked over and set up a extra few pillows at the end "rest your foot on this when you sleep." Arthur had no idea why he was being so nice to Alfred all of a sudden, seeing the boy with no fight in him was strange, but he knew he wouldn't bring that fight back, and it was for the best.
"As you wish." He stated tonelessly, standing respectively in the corner of the room, waiting for some order or permission to do something. None of the usual pestering Kirkland for entertainment, no playfully insulting banter to pass the time. He was just silent, like some sort of living decoration. If he was a possession, he was going to behave like a possession.
"you know" Arthur said climbing into his hammock "being on your best behavior and being a walking statue are two different things, you don't need my permission to move around the room." he sighed, a part of him upset to see Alfred like this. "And you don't have to be so formal, adding sir is fine but nothing more is needed." he added lying down and yawning
Alfred nodded stoically, but a look of confusion cracked his mask as Kirkland took the hammock instead of the bed. "Sir? Are you not going to..." He trailed off, looking completely perplexed. And with good reason, too. Only a few hours ago this man had stabbed him, and now he was acting concerned and...nice.
"Not going to what?" Arthur asked, then realized what he meant "oh the bed?" the captain shrugged "I figured sleeping with me would make you uncomfortable and I didn't want to bump into your foot or. . . ." he stopped realizing what he was saying he slapped a hand to his face "bloody hell . . ." he laughed "I'm going soft aren't I" he looked down at Alfred "your something else Jones. . "
Alfred smiled wryly and was about to make a semi-sarcastic remark. Not so much directed at Kirkland in any way, but he didn't want to take the chance. So he closed his mouth before he'd even said anything and shrugged with a small crooked smile.
"Now off to bed with you lad, that foot won't get better if you stand on it." he yawned and turned over "oh and this time, don't wake me up"
The next day Arthur woke up on time and despite sleeping very well, he forgot he was in the hammock. Thus when he went to get out he fell straight onto the floor. "Bloody Hell!" he cursed and rolled around in pain, what a great way to start the day. His cries were probably enough to wake Alfred up but Arthur didn't bother looking his way just yet.
"Stupid hammock. . . "He growled and went to go get dressed and ready for the day.
Alfred's eyes blinked open as a thud and a curse pierced the haze of his sleep. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking around with a small yawn. Shit, first thing in the morning and Arthur was already pissed at something, most likely the hammock. He hoped to high heaven that he remembered that he chose to sleep there and that it wasn't his fault.
Arthur plopped down in his chair and let out a loud sigh. Today was already proving to be very annoying and he hoped for both their sakes Alfred would continue his docile act for a bit longer. Speaking of the boy Arthur thought he heard him wake up, the pirate looked over to see the teen trying to get out of bed, but because of his foot he was having trouble.
Kirkland took a decorated cane from the wall behind him and stood up, walking over to Alfred "here" he said handing him the cane "use this."
"Thanks." He told him through a yawn. He took the cane and used it to lever himself up and keep himself there. Oh, how badly he wanted to point out that he wouldn't have to go through all the trouble if he hadn't stabbed him. But he wasn't quite that stupid, so he kept his mouth shut.
He got up and dressed as best he could, often having to lean on various pieces of furniture for support. Finally he was dressed and waiting for Kirkland to do whatever so they could get on with whatever there was to do today.
"we'll be in Boston by tomorrow night" Arthur said, seemingly out of the blue. "I'm having Yao come in today to take care of your wound" he sighed "he said the cut was only about half an inch deep so it shouldn't take you to long to heal, maybe a few weeks." Kirkland shrugged not really knowing how long it would take Alfred to get better. "But I'll get you a proper crutch before then."
The pirate captain headed back to his desk and patted his lap "here Alfred."
Alfred was quite pleased to hear that he wouldn't have to wait months or more for his wound to heal, it was miserable as it was already. The fact that he would have to hop around on a crutch wasn't quite as exciting.
He once again bit back any thoughts that it was Arthur's fault in the first place so why the hell was he being so nice, instead opting to do as he was told and sit in his owner's lap.
Captain Kirkland smirked and let Alfred lean against his chest and ran his hand through the others soft hair. It was quite peaceful, which was nice, considering peaceful wasn't usually something Arthur ever felt, save for when he had his tea, but it certainly wasn't something he ever felt while sitting at his work desk.
"mm, Alfred, I'd like you to tell me about brother." he sighed when he saw Alfred's face go instantly pale "now, calm down I'm not planning anything. I'm just curious is all? Is he your younger or older brother?"
Alfred swore his heart stopped when Arthur asked him about Matthew and didn't start back up again until the man assured him that he wasn't going to try anything with his beloved brother. He nodded slowly, unsticking the words in his throat before continuing.
"We're twins, sir. Though I'm older by five minutes." He answered. He hoped the twins thing wouldn't change the fact that Arthur wasn't planning anything.
"Twins eh?" Arthur laughed "does he look or act anything like you?" if so Kirkland wasn't sure how Alfred's poor mother could have handled it, Arthur could handle keep Alfred in line, and he was England's best Pirate!
It was refreshing to have Alfred call him 'sir' and he was glad to see the boy was talking again.
"Oh lord no." Alfred chuckled. "Mattie's an angel! Quiet, shy, well-behaved, always does what mother and father want him to and never says a word bad about anyone. You'd like him, if only because he's nothing like me."
"Really?" Arthur raised an eyebrow, he was a bit surprised "he sounds like the ideal son to me." though he shrugged at the last comment "I'm sure I would like him, but I like you as well" he purred into Alfred's ear and nipped at the lobe.
Alfred choked a bit, his face flushing as his body stiffened. He would never get used to the pirate's sudden advances, he was sure of it. It was just too weird to go from talking about his brother to being flirted with. Though he wasn't saying the flirting wasn't something he mildly enjoyed.
He coughed and laughed nervously. "Hehe, yeah. I'm just a ball of sunshine, aren't I?"
Kirkland decided that the talk was over and moved on to leaving love bites on Alfred's neck, no doubt causing the other to be turned on even in the slightest. "you smell good boy" he growled possessively into Alfred's neck.
Alfred shifted in Kirkland's lap, tilting his head to the side slightly to give him more room. He defended himself in his head by telling himself he was just being cooperative to help his family, but gave up on that when a soft moan slipped out of his mouth.
"S-smell good, sir?" He asked, confused. "I'm pretty sure I just smell like me."
"mmm, you do" he purred looking at the boy with lust filled eyes "and that smells very good to me" he growled kissing the other fiercely, really wanting nothing more than to just fuck Alfred senseless right here on his desk.
Alfred, now freed from the emotional struggle he used to face every time they would do something like this over whether to give in to his baser desires or fight back by the fact that fighting would only hurt his cause, kissed back just as fiercely, nipping at Arthur's bottom lip.
Kirkland moaned and picked up Alfred taking him over to the bed and laying him down, digging his hand down in his pants. "hold still boy." he growled taking out the boys cock. He was about to go down when the alarm for the airship went off.
"Bloody Hell!" he roared and got up picking up the receiver "what is it!" he growled. Over the microphone a scratchy voice answered "It's Bonnefoy Sir, his ship is close to ours and he's asking permission to board. Otherwise he says he'll fire."
Arthur growled and let his head rest in his hand, he didn't need this right now if Francis attacked it would be a problem, not because Arthur would lose but because it was put them off track and loose them time. "Let the bloody frog on. . . " he ordered
Alfred moaned and arched up into the touch, doing his best to follow orders. But just as things were starting to escalate, there was a phone call and something about a frog. He groaned in frustration and fell back against the desk chair blowing his hair out of his eyes and glaring up at the ceiling.
Not...that he was eager, or anything. It was just annoying that Kirkland found some frog more important than him. How insulting was that?
Arthur looked over to Alfred "sorry to leave in the middle of this, but I have a bloody Frenchman to deal with." he sighed and grabbed his sword and gun, placing them where they needed to be on his person.
"go ahead and finish yourself off" he wasn't sure if Alfred would do it by himself so just to be sure he'd give him permission.
Alfred face heated up in an indignant blush. Did Kirkland really think he aroused him that much? That he needed to take care of himself like some young boy new to puberty?
He just scoffed and looked away, tucking himself back into his pants and sitting up in the bed. "You should go, sounds important." He said, shooing him off mildly.
Arthur rushed to the flight deck where he was greeted by one of his least favorite sights. The Frenchman was standing in front of one of the large windows that lined the front part of the ship. "Bonnefoy" Arthur growled out "what the bloody hell is this about "
Francis turned to Arthur with a smirk. "Ah, ma cheri! Is that anyway to greet me? But, non, you were never one to be a sweet flower, bending to the wills of the mighty wind." He was waxing poetic again, as was his custom. He drew a rose from somewhere, the lights seeming to dim and a spotlight shine on him. But it was all gone in a flash as the dramatically melancholy look he'd adopted melted back into a predatory smirk.
"I heard you got your hands on quite the attractive young boy. And one with some social standing as well."
"So what if I did?" Arthur growled, hand resting on his sword. If there was one thing in this world he despised it was Francis Bonnefoy the stupid Frenchman had been his rival almost all of Arthurs life. He wasn't going to give Alfred up to anyone especially not this frog.
"what's it to you ?"
"I was merely wondering if the boys services were up for sale. I'm sure you've trained him very well, and I'd be willing to discuss price. We could start at say...1000 pounds for the night?" He said, examining his nails casually, though he certainly did see the hand fly to the sword.
Kirkland raised a brow, it was odd, he hadn't even thought about selling Alfred out to others. But that's probably because Arthur was possessive and saw Alfred as his and his alone. But now that it was brought to his attention he started to wonder if it would be worth it. He wasn't broke by any means, but they hadn't raided in quiet and while so some extra money wouldn't be bad. And with the way things were now, it's not as if Alfred could refuse, not with his family on the line.
". . .I'll have to think about it." The pirate sighed "He was purchased to be mine, not someone for sale."
"That is acceptable. I will be back in touch with you within the next few days. You can relay your answer to me then. But from what I've heard of the boy, I would like very much to have him in my bed." He leered, letting out his characterizing honhonhon laugh and bowing fluidly to his fellow pirate.
"Until then, ma cheri." He said, eyeing Arthur lewdly as if he were undressing him with his eyes and leaving the ship to go back to his own, no doubt with some nefarious deeds to do elsewhere.
Arthur returned to his cabin to see Alfred going through his book case, pulling out a novel here and there and making a pile next to him on the floor. All thoughts of what Francis had said left his mind when he watched was the teen was doing. "Just what do you think you're doing boy?"
Alfred stiffened as Kirkland's voice rang out behind him. Shit, the pirate wasn't supposed to find him doing this. "I'm making a list." He told him. "Of books I'd like to read." He tried to look innocent.
Truthfully, he'd actually been trying to find some sort of hidden lever or switch. It was more out of curiosity and boredom than any real suspicion that Kirkland had some sort of secret room. But he figured it couldn't hurt to find somewhere to hide out if he did.
Arthur raised a brow and walked over to Alfred. Picking up one of the books he read the cover "You don't seem like someone interested in 16th century philosophy" Kirkland mused and pulled on Alfred's ear "what were you actually doing, don't lie to me." he sighed.
Alfred frowned a bit at the pull to his ear, but didn't pull away or push the hand off. "You want the truth? I got bored and decided to see if you were hiding a secret room. Like in the books, where you pull a book out of the bookshelf and it swings out?" He paused long enough to think over that whole statement.
"That sounds stupid, doesn't it?" He said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. It had sounded like a good idea at the time.
"You've been reading to many fiction novels" Arthur sighed and bent down to put the books back in their correct place, he didn't trust Alfred to put them back where he had found them. " the answer is no, by the way, I'm not hiding any secret rooms." he ruffled Alfred's hair "go lay down, your foot won't get better if you stand on it."
Alfred had a sinking suspicion that he was being treated like a child. If it had been anyone else in any other situation he would have told him off and maybe added a few choice insults in to speed the process along. As it were, he sighed and crossed over to the bed, laying down. That certainly didn't stop the petulant pout from forming on his lips.
Arthur sank back down into his chair and sighed looking over at Alfred. His Alfred. He was really considering just telling Francis to go fuck himself, that Alfred was his and that no one else would touch him. But, all though their past together was full of fighting and rough sex Arthur also saw Francis as a type of friend, though he'd never tell the Frenchman that. He was considering mentioning it to Alfred, but he figured he'd wait to see if the boy was even interested in what the other wanted, if he was he'd surely ask.
Alfred tried to sit there like a good boy and not say anything. But soon the curiosity was burning him up from the inside and he was squirming where he lay, trying not to ask what the other pirate had said.
But he'd never been able to keep curiosity at bay for long and this was no exception. "So...what did he want?" He blurted out.
"He wanted to know he could buy you out for a night" Arthur said, deciding not to try and cover anything up. "His name is Francis Bonnefoy and he's been my rival for as long as I can remember" Kirkland sighed.
Alfred was at a loss for words, face pale and a lump in his throat so large he felt like he couldn't breathe. Now he was going to have two pirate pawing at him! It wasn't enough that he had Arthur, now he had to deal with some French pervert? And on top of that, who knew how he would treat him. He was probably ten times worse than Kirkland, who had at least given him some small amount of choice in the matter.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and shakily asked, "Wh-what did you tell him?"
"I told him that your were purchased to be mine and not for sale. . .but that I'd think about it." Arthur said leaning back in his chair. He wasn't egger to sell Alfred off to Francis, and he wouldn't if the boy was absolutely opposed to it, but at the same time he knew that whatever he himself decided he wanted in the end would happened. "To tell the truth I'm not sure what to do" he sighed "The extra money would be nice. . ."
So...that's how it was. He should have expected it, really. He was nothing more than a possession, and not a very useful or well behaved one at that. Why shouldn't Arthur sell him to someone else, even if it was only for a night.
He swallowed thickly, pressure building behind his eyes. Dammit, why did it hurt? He shouldn't give two shits that Arthur wanted to sell him beyond indignation at being sold at all. And since when had he started calling him Arthur?
Now he was confused and hurt and dammit, he really wished at this point that he had found a secret room, just so he'd have somewhere to go where Arthur wouldn't see him being so pathetic. He would bet anything he either looked like he was about to cry, or like someone killed his puppy.
Arthur looked over and felt and strange pain in his heart, something he'd never felt before. Alfred looked so pathetic, and well, sad,upset and for some reason Arthur cared. The Pirate got up and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to the teen.
"Don't cry you git . . . " he said, not sounding as comforting as he wanted "I won't sell you if you're going to act like this." he scoffed "it's pathetic."
"I wasn't going to cry. Don't jump to conclusions." He said, looking away from Arthur. He wanted to say so many more things. Mean things, rude things. He wanted to lash out at Arthur for making him feel like this. He cursed his luck and merely shifted farther away from him on the bed subtlety.
Arthur frowned and grabbed the back of Alfred's shirt collar and pulled him close "there's something you want to say to me." he stated matter-of-factly "say it, I won't get mad or count it against you as bad behavior." Kirkland had absolutely no idea why he was doing this, but he was.
"You're such an asshole, you know." He muttered, laying his head against Arthur's chest. "You fucking confuse me and I don't like it. You stab me and threaten my family, but when it all gets too much you fucking hold me while I cry. You seriously think about selling me to some pervert who might do only God knows what to me, and then when I get upset over that you do this. You fucking confuse me. I want to know...I want to know if I should hate you or...or..." He trailed off, burying his face in the fabric of Arthur's jacket. There was no way he was going to voice those feelings tickling the back of his head, especially not to the one who was making him feel like this.
Arthur sighed and patted Alfred on the back, letting him cry into his chest "I want to know too . . ." he said truthfully
"you're the only person I've ever let get close to me, that I've ever been nice to at all. Were you anyone else I would have probably let Francis have you in a heartbeat. . . But that's just it. You're not just anyone else." He smirked and fingered at Alfred's collar "you're mine. And Bloody hell for one stupid reason or another I seem to care about you, even if it's just a bit."
Contrary to what that bastard thought, he was not crying. He had hidden his face to keep from saying anything too embarrassing. So when he looked back up to Arthur, his face was dusted pink and his eyes were sparkling with something akin to hope. Arthur cared about him?
"Your adorable when you blush like that" Arthur purred and pushed Alfred back down on the bed "earlier you said you weren't sure if you should hate me or. . . "He bent down to kiss him softly on the lips "finish that sentence for me would you love?"
Alfred looked up at him, biting his bottom lip as he was pushed down on the bed. But when Arthur's lips met his in one of the softest kisses he'd ever given him, he couldn't help the words that rushed out all in one soft breath as soon as their lips were parted. "To love you." He whispered, looking up at him with those big, deep, blue eyes. He hoped that it would prompt something anything from the other.
Kirkland smiled at that word, love; it wasn't something he thought he'd ever have to deal with in his life. But here he was, the slave he'd bought under him and confessing what might be love to the very man who had made his life a living hell. If Alfred loved him, Arthur just might be able to love him back.
"well? do you boy?" he asked, pawing at his crotch "Do you hate me?" he squeezed the others groin roughly "or love me" Arthur smiled rubbing the others cock, making the pain from the previous squeeze go away.
Alfred hissed and then moaned at the treatments that varied so vastly from each other and yet corresponded perfectly to the way he was feeling. He wanted to be able to give him a definite answer. He teeter tottered back and forth, heart conflicted. "Both? I don't know!" He was so confusing, he didn't know what he felt. "But...but I want to. God, I want to love you."
"I want to love you too Alfred" Arthur purred and nipped at the Americans bottom lip "but I'm a pirate . . .I don't know if I can do that." he sighed, telling the truth "but I can promise to care for you, as your owner" he said running his fingers along Alfred's collar.
Alfred swallowed thickly. Was it supposed to hurt like this? He shouldn't have expected anything more, and a promise to care for him was better than nothing. Then why did it leave an empty hole in his heart that Arthur didn't love him back? But he nodded silently and didn't let on that what he'd said had hurt him. Because he would take what he could get, because it was worse than he thought and Alfred was already in love with his owner. More deeply than he thought.
" I know it must hurt to love, and not be loved back" Arthur sighed and shrugged off his coat, laying down next to Alfred and pulling him close "But I'm doing the best I can, understand that." There really wasn't much more he could say.
"No matter what happens you'll still be my pet" Kirkland purred "I know that might not be a happy thought to you, but try to look on the bright side of it." the Pirate pulled Alfred close to him "you'll always have someone to care for you."
Alfred couldn't deny the truth in that statement. The best he could hope for from Arthur was to be cared for. But he sincerely doubted that the pirate would always care for him. Probably only until he'd outlived his usefulness to the pirate. The second he was too old or his physical beauty too faded he would be tossed aside for a new pet. He was sure of it. So his only option was to make the most of what he had now.
"Show me." He said, gazing into Arthur's eyes with determination. He kissed him, an open invitation.
"I'd be glad to" Arthur purred and in a moment ripped the others clothes off leaving him naked and helpless on the bed. He took the others cock in his hands and went down, licking the head and shaft. Now that Alfred had been broken in from their first time together Arthur could really focus on making it feel good for the other.
Alfred gasped and arched into the sensation, hands going straight to Arthur's hair and entangling themselves in the flaxen strands. He let out a soft moan, biting his lip. He realized with a sudden apprehension that this wasn't like the other times. Those times this had been out of necessity or force. This time he actually wanted it and would admit to wanting it. Thinking of it made a blush rise to his cheeks.
Kirkland quickly took off the rest of his clothes, letting Alfred have full view of his body, unlike before he'd make sure the boy moaning under him had the best sex of his life. After letting Alfred admire his form he went back to preparing the teen.
Alfred licked his lips, eyes roaming over his master's body. He really was an attractive man and Alfred wanted him more than he'd ever wanted anything.
The Pirate stuck two long fingers inside of Alfred's arse and moved them in and out slowly, making sure to cause the other little pain.
Before he'd had even nearly enough time to admire him, there were two fingers inside of him. They stretched him painfully, making him wince. But it was so good and Alfred knew that Arthur liked it when he was in pain, so he merely shifted on the fingers, rocking down into them.
"you're a little masochist aren't you boy" Arthur purred and added a third finger, angling them and slowing pushing inward, trying to hit that one sweet spot. "Let me here you say it hm? You like when I cause you pain" Arthur growled and added a fourth and final finger.
"Yes!" He gasped out, arching his back and pressing down on the fingers stretching him painfully. They were filling him deliciously and send sparks of pleasure through him every time he shifted his hips or Arthur moved his hand. But he wanted more. So much more.
"St-stop teasing me!" He begged, bucking his hips down on the fingers. "I want your cock."
Arthur smirked, those four words turning him on more than ever, especially when they were said in that needy, moaning voice of his pet. "of course" he pulled his fingers out and licked them seductively. Positioning himself just right Arthur grabbed Alfred's hips and slowly filled the other. "a-aah. . .your tight, it's quite nice"
Alfred gave out a long, low moan in the back of his throat as he was filled. "Th-thanks, I guess? You're pretty big so that might factor in." He joked breathlessly as he leaned up to kiss him.
"mm, thanks for the compliment, love" he purred and kissed back as he started to move inside the other. Arthur wasn't quite sure what was going on with him right now, he felt strange, was this love ? He shook his head, no, no this isn't it, he was just extremely horny. Kirkland laughed inwardly and continued on with his thrusts.
Alfred chuckled into the kiss and brought his arms up to link behind the other's neck, his legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him in deeper. He gasped out his master's name as his prostate was struck and he saw stars behind his eyes.
"Oh god, yes! Arthur there." He mewled, bucking his hips up to meet the pirate's thrusts greedily, needing more.
The Brit continued to thrust into Alfred, angling himself even more to hit the others prostate, making sure every thrust was hard to the point of being almost painful. But he didn't stop there, grabbing up the others cock in his hand he began working Alfred towards climax, enjoying every second of watching his pet moan his name.
"Almost there boy, just a bit longer."
Arthur's name fell from his lips like a chant as he clung to him, flushed and panting. He felt as taut as a wire, edging right on the verge of total bliss. But he knew he had to hold out until Arthur had finished and he was filled. He bit down a bit on Arthur's shoulder to muffle a cry of pleasure, nails digging into his back.
Arthur felt Alfred's insides clench as he tried to hold back cuming so his master could first. Kirkland growled and thrust in a few more times before filling the teen under him with his seed. Arthur didn't stop his trusts and continued on until he Alfred came.
As he felt the hot semen flood into him he let out a loud cry of the other's name, clinging to Arthur as he came between them.
He buried his face in Arthur's shoulder as he came down, breathing heavily and relaxing in degrees.
Arthur pulled out with a low 'pop' and lay down, pulling Alfred closer to him and snuggling the other "You made quite the mess on my chest, you naughty pet." he purred " clean it"
Alfred giggled a bit sleepily and leaned in, licking at Arthur's neck and moving his was down. He gave each nipple short but special attention before moving down, down, down until he reached the cum splattered on his owner's chest and stomach.
Looking up at the pirate with mischievous blue eyes that were still a bit hazy from sex, he darted his tongue out to lap at the cum.
"mmmm, what a good boy you are" he purred, praising the other as he ran his fingers through his hair. Arthur really wanted nothing more than to just lay here with Alfred for the rest of the day, but for now he'd just let the other clean him up.
Alfred swirled his tongue around and giggled, lapping the cum up off of his skin. It tasted salty and musky, but underneath he could taste Arthur's skin and it was a taste he found he liked.
Once he was done he licked and kissed his way back up the pirate's body to his lips, kissing him sweetly.
Arthur kissed back, holding it as long as he could before he had to break for breath. Without warning Kirkland started to clean Alfred's cum off of the boys chest "mmm, you taste delicious" he purred and ran his hands down the others body. "You know something you bloody git?"
"What?" He asks, running his fingers through the pirate's hair. "What knowledge do you feel the need to bestow upon me, oh wise captain?" He giggled.
"I love you. . ." Arthur whispered and kissed Alfred softly on the lips, giving the other another taste of his own cum. His green eyes were hazed over with lust and he could think of nothing else but the teen under him
Alfred's breath caught and his heart fluttered as he heard those words from Arthur. He returned the kiss, practically melting into it. "I love you too." He whispered back as the kiss broke.
The Pirate bent his head down and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of Alfred's neck. He growled and licked up the blood that dripped out of the wound. "But regardless of that fact, your still my pet, and I'm still a Pirate" he added, reminding Alfred that they could never have a true relationship like the teen wanted.\
Alfred gasped in pain as the pirate marked him, tears pricking his eyes. He wasn't sure it was because of the pain of the bite or the implications of the pirate's statement. But like hell he was going to let him know that.
He scoffed, laughing a bit. "I'm pretty sure I'll be fine." He said, a bit sarcastic to try and show that it really was no big deal to him.
Arthur sighed and got up, getting dressed again and going back to his desk. "Alfred, about selling you to Francis for a night. . ." Kirkland had decided that he would raise the price to the French man and if the other accepted he would let Alfred go, but only if Alfred agreed "If I promise to leave one of your family members alone for good, will you do it?"
And just to rub it in that Arthur was just using him, the question of what to do about Francis' offer came up again. But this time...this time there was something in it for him. He could save one of his family members for just one night of being a whore. Could he do it?
He'd have to, wouldn't he? So he gulped and nodded, his voice scratching his throat as he spoke. "Y-yes, I'll do it if you promise to leave one of my family members alone."
Arthur nodded and began writing a note to Francis "which one?" he asked, not looking up from the paper. He hated to talk about this right after he'd confessed his love, but business was business.
Alfred thought it over in his head. His father didn't need the protection, and obviously didn't care much about his son either way. His mother or Matthew, then? He had to choose, it could only be one.
"M-my mother." He said, praying Mattie would be able to forgive him if any harm befell him because of this. But he was sure he could take care of himself better than mother could.
"Alright" he looked up " I promise that no harm will fall upon your mother by my hand, or any of those under my control." Kirkland sighed his name at the bottom of the letter and seal it in an envelope. "care to come with me to deliver this?"
"No, not really." He said, not wanting to see hide nor hair of the Frenchman until it was absolutely necessary. He merely curled up on his side and thought of a good excuse. "My foot still hurts, anyway. You go ahead."
"Are you sure?" Arthur smirked "I would take you as the type who'd love to ride in a van ship" Kirkland knew Arthur loved airships, he'd always be staring out in the sky when they were on the flight deck and he'd go on and on about how much he loved the wind in his hair.
Alfred perked up at van ship and decided then and there that it wouldn't be so bad to go see this Francis now. But he had to play it cool.
"If you really want me to come with you, you need only ask master." He said, sitting up in the bed.
Arthur laughed "Alright then, C'mon boy." he said handing him his crutch. " the pirate captain led the teen out into the bottom part of the ship where there were a fleet of vans hips in a garage like area.
Kirkland walked over and laid his hand on one that was painted with bright red and gold. "this is one is mine" he smiled "need help getting in?"
"Psssh, I'm taller than you." He pointed out, climbing into the van ship. He had to scramble a bit on the way up, but he did manage to get in. Inside it was like nothing he'd ever seen before. It was wonderful! He loved airships and everything about them and wanted to know how it all worked.
" i know" Arthur grumbled and climbed into the Pilots seat "I asked because your foot is hurt." he said tossing him a pair of goggles. "You'll want these."
A few crew members opened up the hatch and Arthur revved up the Van ship, taking off into the afternoon sky. Once up in the sky Arthur could see Francis's ship not too far off into the distance, it would be a quick trip.
Alfred slipped the goggles on over his glasses, grinning through them at Arthur. He looked around at all the dials and gauges, trying to read them all and having little success. He almost forgot the purpose of the flight.
That is, until he saw the ship in the not so far distance. He stopped looking around and sat stock still, eyes trained on the ship.
Arthur looked back to see Alfred looking worried about their arrival so to attempt to cheer him up he turned the ship upside down and preformed a few tricks. "Hold on boy!"
Alfred held firmly to the sides of his seat, eyes sparkling as they whirled through the t air at speeds he hadn't even known were possible. He laughed loudly, aglow with excitement.
Kirkland flashed the lights on the front of the ship to signal the larger on to let them on. The large hatch of Francis's ship opened up and Arthur flew in.
The docking area of the Frenchman's ship looked for the most part the same as Arthur but once on the flight deck it was a whole other story.
Alfred didn't want to get out of the ship. He didn't want to see the man who he was being whored out to. He didn't want to see his ship. He wanted to go back to Arthur's ship, go back to bed (preferably with Arthur), and forget any of this ever happened.
But he couldn't do that, now could he? No, he would have to get out eventually or risk Kirkland's anger. So he waited as long as he could after Arthur got out to follow.
Arthur sighed "c'mon now boy, your pushing my patience." the pirate held out his hand and helped the teen down.
He lead the other to the main part of the ship where his French counterpart was waiting for them.
Francis turned towards the two, flashing them a charming smile, the boy especially. He bowed to the boy and took his hand as they approached, planting a kiss on it. "Ah, mon petit coeur, you are even more beautiful than I imagined. Like a fresh blooming rose full of potential and beauty." He winked at the boy and released his hand, turning to Arthur. "I assume you've made your decision?
Alfred watched the two, cheek enflamed from the Frenchman's attentions. He already knew what Arthur's answer was going to be. He'd signed away his soul to keep his mother safe and he doubted Arthur would go back on it.
Arthur growled when Francis touched Alfred without his permission and handed the Frenchman the letter saying 'yes' to their agreement. He noticed that Alfred was trying to hide behind him light a frightened child hiding behind his mother.
Francis tore open the letter with precision, reading the contents and smirking, eyes roaming up and down the boy's figure. "I will expect him delivered to my ship on the night in question, as was the agreement." He stated, bowing once more to the pair.
Alfred wanted to leave and he wanted to leave now. He didn't like the way this Francis guy was looking at him and he wanted to get away from it. It sent bugs crawling on his skin.
"Of course, but as mentioned. I will be there as well." he narrowed his eyes, knowing the pervert of a Frenchman would have no problem with Arthur being there.
Francis smirked, lustful gaze going from Alfred to Arthur and scanning over every inch of cloth covering skin. "Of course, ma cheri! You are always welcome in my bedchamber." He purred.
Oh yeah, Alfred was really supposed to feel better that Arthur was going to be there? That would just turn it from disgusting to embarrassing! But at least the Frenchman wasn't looking at him like that anymore, not that he liked that it was now Arthur he was looking at.
Arthur rolled his eyes and looked back at Alfred who was currently concentrated on glaring at the Frenchman in front of them. He ruffled the boy's hair and gave him a reassuring look.
"Right then, we'll dock at the next station, which I believe is about a half a day's flight from here." Kirkland nodded and turned to leave "we'll see you tomorrow night."
The Frenchman bowed once more, smirk widening as his eyes trained specifically on Arthur's posterior. Alfred glared at the man, but received only an appraising look of his own.
He turned to follow Arthur, willing him to move faster. He could feel Francis' eyes on him as he hurried after his owner.
After another short flight through the night sky they arrived back in Arthur cabin. Arthur sighed and kicked his boots off, moving to undress and lay down in bed. It had been a long day, maybe even to long of one, but there wasn't much he could do now but try to drift off to sleep. He'd run out of his sleeping medicine and wouldn't be able to get anymore until they got to Boston, they port they were stopping at tomorrow surely wouldn't have any.
Alfred followed behind him, quiet and lost in his thoughts. He wasn't sure how much sleep he would be able to get tonight with the thought of his impending rental to the Frenchman looming large in his mind. Maybe since Arthur would be there he would somehow find the means to become aroused, because the Frenchman was not doing it for him. He was creepy.
He changed into his sleepwear and crawled into the bed, not sure if he was permitted to curl up to the pirate he was bunking with or not. He settled for merely moving in close, hoping he would take the hint.
"mm . . .come here boy" Arthur mumbled and pulled Alfred closer to him so they were snuggled up quite close. The Pirate took in the scent of the teens hair and closed his eyes. Who knows, maybe with Alfred next to him he wouldn't need his medicine?
There was a lot on his mind but Arthur tried his best to push it away, he sure as hell didn't want to be there when Francis took Alfred but he sure as hell wasn't going to leave his boy in there alone. It disturbed him, but business was business and that was that.
Alfred sighed happily and buried his face in Arthur's chest, letting out a content murmur. He slowly let all his troubles melt away, eyelids drooping.
Not too long after, his breathing evened out and his whole body went lax as he fell into a deep sleep. He had never been one to suffer insomnia.