Title: Vows
Category: Harry Potter/ Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Harry/ Captain Barbossa
Warnings: Slash, Yaoi, cross-dressing
Summary:
'Thoughts'
'Different language'
Captain Barbossa has made a lot of decisions in his pirate career, some he regrets and others he was particularly proud of even to this day. When he overthrew Jake Sparrow for rights to the Black pearl, he named that a victory. However when he took the gold that cursed him and his men, he hung his head in shame, yet only in private of course. Although throughout all his life there was only one decision he will always feel both pride and regrets for.
"It's lovely to see you again husband, it's only been one year this time around." Barbossa cringe at the unpleasent surprise of seeing that face again. He's faced death many times in his life and has heard the whisper of the reaper, but none strikes more fear in him then when he hears that voice.
"Ah harry, me bleeding love" Turning around to look at the man, his crew and sparrow, laugh in the background at his nervous stance to the new person. His wife and him met ten years ago when harry was a thin young man that snuck into the Tavern in Tonga, pretending to be a prostitute, so he could capture a pirate. The whelp wanted to be a solider, because since arriving in the strange new world with little money and no memory of how he got there, he figured he use his skills as a warrior. Naively he believed that he would win favor with the other solider's if he brought in a pirate, since he didn't have any titles or recommendations to vouch for him.
That's when hector saw him. Harry was small for his age 19, with long thick black hair tied lousy in a bun. Eyes like precious jewelry and an unbelievably flat chest for a lady of the night. The first mate strutted up to the tasty mousse and grabbed him, dragging the women to the nearest room. Harry, of course, struggled, however when they got to the room the pirate managed to cease such notions of escape with his talented tongue. They spent three days together before anyone heard from the missing two. Barbossa in his lust proposed marriage to the young man and harry agreed for some odd reason. The first mate was thoroughly happy with the young man, but to get married harry continued to masquerade as a women. Soon though Barbossa had to leave his wife behind to sail out to sea and promised to visit and keep faithful to his lover. Harry realized he couldn't capture pirates like his husband and used what little money and magic he had to open up an inn in Port Royal.
When next they saw each other Barossa was captain of the pearl and harry owned a successful Inn called the Weeping bride. The captain spent a week pleasuring his young wife in all possible ways to make up for the name. Their passion in love making always burned bright, but the two were stubborn, so their fights were legendary resulting in cooled conversations and uncomfortable silence. Barbossa left the week later without reconciling with his love.
When they saw one another again it was years later when Barbossa went after the cursed gold and captured both swan and his wife. When he was done speaking to the Lady and settled her to sleep he came out in the moonlight cursed and all to the feel of his wife's arms wrapped tightly around his neck. They both knew they couldn't stay like that, so with a soft kiss and a whispered sorry he sent his young lover back to port in a small boat, sailing away.
The last time, before now, he seen his black haired lover was waking up to the feeling of cloth being wiped over his forehead. He had thought jack killed him, but Tia managed to not only save his life, but bring him together with harry. They made love, apologized for the missed time and fought again. Barbossa watched his wife storm away back home and somehow managed to get passage back to port.
Now a year later here he stands before his love as the pirate lords assemble together to debate on how to fix the problem about both the east trading company and Davey Jones. Harry hair is tied in a loose braid that hang around his shoulder with beads and feathers wove through his hair. He wears a tightly done blood red corset that push up real looking breast. The corset extend to a long skirt layered with black fabric. His arms are cover in tattoos and on his face he wears dark eyeliner and blush that gives him an exotic look. He stands next to Mistress Ching with twin swords attach to his back. He must have been staring a little too closely to his slit were you could see high heeled boots that stop at the thigh, cause harry looked back at him amuse.
"Surprised to see me here or what I've done to myself, love." His voice is deep and sultry like black tar, the same voice that led to many late nights filled with heavy petting and explosive finishes. Captain Barossa narrow his eyes at harry and grabs him, dragging man out of the room. He still has time before they begin, so he can spare a few heated words with his wife. Nobody interferes with his actions and they make it to an empty bedroom located down the hallway. The Captain slams and locks the door shut, turning around to see the wizard sit on the edge of the bed crossing his legs, distracting the man for a moment. He shakes his head and stalks up to his wife pointing at his chest.
"Ye truly are the bane of my existence love, what on the blasted name of Mary do ye think you're doing here. Have ye finally lost your mind?!" He says feeling himself grow louder and louder with each word spoken. The man simple looks at his fingernails in boredom, fueling Barossa's anger to a boiling point. He snatches the cross-dressing man's hand and grips it tightly.
"Wh- . ?" harry eyes flash with hurt, but it's quickly replace with anger. He tries to snatch his arm back and fails.
"It's always a pleasure to see you Hector, we have such warm reunions." He spits at the older man and then whimpers in pain when the grip tightens.
"I won't ask ye twice" harry glance up at his love with tears in his eyes and swallows his pride.
"…..I missed you" the words are spoken so low that if he hadn't been listening the pirate would have miss the painful confession. Barbossa temper cool instantly and loosen his hold on the thin wrist to see a quickly darkening bruise in the shape of his hand. Seeing this he brings the wrist to his lips and kiss the mark softly.
"I'm sorry love…ye surprised me is all, ye know how I feel about you. We're about to convince those people in that room to go to war and seeing you I…ye scared this old pirate." He whispers into the wrist ghosting kisses up to the palm.
Harry watches him with mix emotions, feeling his breath become shallow with each soft brush of the older man's chapped lips.
"When I left you at Tia I realized I can't keep waiting for you to come back, time and time again. It breaks my heart to watch you sail away from me, worrying when I would see you again. I burn for you my love, so I sold the Inn for a hefty price and became a part of Mistress Chings crew. It's a long story" he waves his hand then his breath hitch when the kisses turned to small nips
"and the…ah change of appearance" the older pirate has taken on a husky tone as he looks at the man's real looking breast go up and down with each breath taken.
"Well I just became accustomed to dressing like this, if you don—" his words are cut off with a moan, as his husband picks him up, easily wrapping his legs around the pirates hips then attaching himself to his neck running kisses up.
"Nay love keep the extra bits, I find I nary a complaint with the new assets." In the other room he can hear more people beginning to arrive and know they will have to leave again. Separating from each other once again with whisper words of love and passion and it was only going to be harder this time with the dangers that was waiting for them outside that door. Long elegant fingers grab his face, turning him to look at the only treasure he ever let go.
"I'm not going anywhere this time my husband, till death do us part." hectors eye's burn with repressed tears that he refuse to let fall and he holds his weakness, lover, and wife in his arms vowing silently to never sail away again.
End