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Chapter Six – Pirate Haven (Re-edited)

The Tide Whisperer was in sorry shape. It was sailable, and the damage done wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been, but if left alone the Tide Whisperer would sink. And that was something Seto refused to let happen.

It was fortunate that the White Dragons weren't too far away from pirate haven seaport of Sale, in Morocco on the African coast.

An hour before dawn, the wounded galleon slunk through the black waters into the Sale harbor. The White Dragons would spend the next few weeks here in the port until repairs on the Tide Whisperer were finished. Usually Seto would be loath to be parted from the sea for so long, but this time was different. This time there was a certain stubborn cabin boy here to keep him occupied.

Speak of the devil.

Atemu stepped off from the gangplank onto the docks surrounding the harbor, his narrowed scarlet eyes taking in his surroundings with an air of repulsion.

Contrary to popular belief, the White Dragon pirates were a well-groomed lot, and stepping out into Sale was a bit of a shock where every other sailor you see has a layer of grime coating their bodies.

"Come on, Santiago. You wouldn't want to be catching any diseases while breathing the same air as these sailors." Seto goaded, and he grinned when Atemu glared venomously in reply.

I'm going to kill him. I swear to God, I'll kill him if he says one more damned word. Atemu vowed inwardly as he stalked after the rest of the crew toward the town.

Being angry took too much effort, and so Atemu let his temper fade before he passed out from fatigue.

Some of the crew had scattered, occupying the taverns and the brothels almost as soon as they arrived in Morocco. There were a few women, and even a couple of men, who tried enticing Atemu into bed, but he none-too-gently declined every offer. Seto had a couple of far away admirers, but he ignored them…and still Atemu felt the explicit urge to walk over to the red-headed tramp that was literally licking her lips as she stared at Seto's ass.

Stop it! God, he must be more tired than he first assumed if he was at all capable of mirroring an emotion such as jealousy when it came to the pirate captain.

Atemu shook his head sharply to dispel the line of thought after a rather erotic sequence of a naked Seto enjoying the company of that red-haired bimbo and her two raven-haired companions.

GODDAMN IT!

All right, Atemu, it's all right. You're mind is still just reeling from the events of the past few weeks and now you're simply on the verge of insanity. Yeah, that's right. You're going completely mad! It has nothing to do with the fact that Seto was an amazing…GAH!

Atemu quickly slapped himself across the face at the direction of his thoughts. Going insane? Oh no, Atemu Santiago is official well within insanity.

Seto rented out two entire floors at a local inn for his crew, and Atemu wasted no time going straight to his room and flopping face first onto the lumpy, straw-filled mattress and fell instantly asleep.


"Another rum, bartend." Seto called out as he lifted his fourth empty glass and dangled it in an impatient manner.

Sleep was impossible. He had just buried twelve of his crew members, his ship was nearly sunk, his side ached like a frigid bitch, he was estimated to be stranded in Sale for at least four weeks, and his mind kept wandering to a certain stubborn cabin boy who tormented him without even trying.

The older, bearded bartender poured the pirate another rum and Seto picked up his glass intending to take a drink when a hand settled on his shoulder. He hated being touched, hated people at his back.

Seto turned his head enough to find a voluptuous raven-haired woman with large brown eyes, fair skin, and full rose-colored lips. He only needed to see her coy smile to realize he already hated the bitch.

"If you know what's good for you, woman, you'll take your hand off of me and leave." He spoke in a quiet, calm voice that radiated underlying threat.

"Ahh, don't be like that, sweetums." Seto cringed at the absurd nickname. "A strong sailor like you shouldn't be left alone after so many days out at sea. I can keep you company." She said in a husky, sultry voice. For someone other than Seto, it might've been able to coax a man into bed, but her target was Seto.

"I'd rather keep company with ol' One Eye over there than take up with the likes of you." Seto snapped, referring to an old, decrepit man with a baldhead, snow-white beard that seemed to have been dunk into a vat of dirt, sagging skin, massive wrinkles, and three shekel-sized liver spots beside his right eye. He had only three teeth, which looked to be due to fall out at any moment, and a large black eye patch covered the left side of the man's face. "And since I don't see that happening either, you don't stand a chance. Now leave woman."

The woman huffed and said something in French before she stomped away in a snit. Seto grunted in satisfaction before he downed his glass of rum in one gulp, then stood and went up the stairs to his room to catch a few hours worth of sleep.


"Seto, I'm warning you. You s-stay away from me." Atemu hated himself for stuttering. The first thing one must know about when confronted by a wild beast is to never show fear…but it hadn't been fear that had him make the fatal error.

"Santiago, you know you can't hide forever. Some day soon you will concede to me." Seto's tongue grazed across his bottom lip, and Atemu couldn't help but follow the motion. "And that's one day I look forward to."

Atemu's body trembled with suppressed emotion, and he took a step back away from Seto, but that's when Seto moved. Suddenly Atemu was pinned up against a wall that hadn't been there a moment ago, his wrists held securely on either side of the boy's head. Atemu's knee came up, intending to hit Seto in the crotch, but Seto's knee stopped the motion and he wrapped one ankle around Atemu's and leaned against the boy until not even a piece of parchment could fit between them.

Atemu gasped, his breath catching briefly in his throat as he tried to force away the thought that Seto's body felt so good against him.

Seto's mouth covered Atemu's a moment later, sliding his tongue across Atemu's tightly sealed lips, asking for entry but figured he wouldn't get it. Instead, Seto shifted his hold on Atemu's arms so that one hand clasped the boy's hands above his head while the other forced Atemu's mouth open.

Atemu shuttered at the strange euphoric feel of Seto's tongue coaxing his into a response. He didn't want to feel this, didn't want to want this obnoxious, arrogant, stubborn bastard of a man…but Atemu was helpless against the older man's advances, and in minutes, Atemu finally gave up and his tongue began to duel Seto's for dominance.

'If you can't walk away now, at least you can beat him at his own game' Atemu thought as he heard Seto groan in approval at Atemu's cooperation.

The hand that had been keeping Atemu's mouth open slid down between their bodies, his fingertips skimming across the material of Atemu's tunic, feeling the heat radiating from the boy's skin. It was so smooth, so incredibly hot. Seto slipped the hem of the tunic out from beneath Atemu's waistband and he sought out to touch the boy's skin without the hindrance of the fabric.

Seto ground his groin into Atemu's, hearing the boy give off startled gasps until he moaned softly at the building tension.

Seto's fingers trailed up Atemu's perfectly formed abdomen, over the slight slope of his pectorals until his fingers touched the boy's nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The action was rewarded by another bout of those sweet moans.

"I want you." Seto growled low in Atemu's ear, finally breaking away for them both to breathe, gulping in oxygen in short, sporadic gasps. "Now."

Atemu's scarlet eyes were cloudy with desire, and it took a while for the boy to really comprehend what Seto had said.

"Santiago." Seto said his name like a whispered oath, "I want you." He repeated, feeling as though he had to.

Atemu hesitated, a little intimidated by what was to come. He had a feeling that even if he had said no, Seto wouldn't let him go…and the boy wasn't entirely sure if he even wanted to stop.

"Then take me."

"Atemu." Seto all but purred before he went to kiss the boy again.

"Santiago!"

Atemu was jolted awake by the unexpected call. Somebody pounded on his door, demanding an answer. He didn't know if he should be grateful or appalled at the interruption.

He stumbled out of bed and went to open the door, only a crack, so that nobody could see the affect his dream…or nightmare?...had on him.

Seto was on the other side of the door looking extremely agitated, "What the hell, kid? What took you so long?" He demanded.

"I didn't hear you. Do you have any idea how exhausted I was last night?"

Seto quirked an eyebrow, then he made a sound that might've been mistaken for a single chuckle, but since it was Seto, Atemu thought that was probably his insanity acting up again.

"Well now that you're up and about I've got a job for you. Come with me." Seto said, and turned to walk away.

"I've got to get changed first." Atemu shouted back at him.

"There's a fresh set of clothes on your nightstand. Hurry up." Seto said over his shoulder, but didn't stop walking.

Atemu closed the door and leaned his forehead against the aged oak. He shifted his hips, trying to alleviate the pressure of the leather pants stretched tight over his erection.

Okay, it's official. I am certifiably insane.

He used a vat of extremely cold water to help with his problem, changed into a crimson tunic and black leather trousers, slid on his boots, and snapped his holster and scabbard around his waist before heading out to track down Seto.