WARNING! Sexual language, talking about fetishes, and oral stimulation are in this chapter. This is an erotic sci-fi so there will be detail. You have been warned.

Starships

Chapter Ten

By Pixiedust291

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Arthur patiently awaited Alfred's return. He couldn't move from the bed, for fear that he might break something again. So he simply sat and lay there. After several minuets he rolled onto his side and contemplated going to sleep. He closed his eyes, for what use was it to have them open, and breathed in deeply. The bed was pungent with the scent of ocean breeze and Alfred's own masculine musk. Arthur groaned as he buried his face into the covers and pillows, which the American seems to have a lot of. Arthur didn't mind. He loved a bed piled high with softness. It was every cat's wet dream after all. The smell of him alone had Arthur's sex painfully hard. He rubbed himself against the covers and imagined it was Alfred he was writhing against. He no longer cared about all the reasons he probably shouldn't do what he was about to do. He wanted the man in every way possible and he was sick of denying himself.

He heard the man's footsteps even before he opened the door. Arthur immediately sat up and turned his head in the direction of the noise. He couldn't help but feel like a cat greeting his master at the door. He heard the door shut behind the man, and he smelled the scent of tea and warm biscuits. Arthur's mouth immediately watered. The American was a god! Not only did he know how to make Arthur agreeable to his every desire but he also had brought his favorite breakfast, though probably unknowingly. He heard the tray clank as it was set down, yet still the man had not said one word to him.

"Alfred?" Arthur asked curiously. After what had happened just before Alfred left Arthur had expected the man to come rushing in, lock the door, and try his best to pound him into the mattress. Arthur felt two hands grasp his and guide him to stand. He was lead over to the table where he was then urged to sit in a chair.

"I made raspberry and peach tea and we had some biscuits left over from this morning. I brought jelly and butter to put on top of them. Is that alright?"

Arthur frowned "Yes." He felt around the table for the teacup, which was eventually handed to him. "Is something wrong?"

"Eat first," Alfred sighed. He sounded tired. Arthur hoped he wasn't too tired. He was not going to be happy if after everything else the moment he finally gave in was when the American gave up. If Alfred did that he was likely to get his eyes scratched out. But for now, he would give the man the benefit of the doubt. After Arthur had finished one cup of tea and set it down he then patiently waited for Alfred to speak. Alfred cleared his throat "Well, you already know that we have received word from the planets," he said at last.

Arthur could tell by his tone of voice it wasn't good. "And?"

"They have agreed to pay the prince's ransom, but not yours."

"Not mine?" Arthur repeated with barely contained resentment "Do they think I have betrayed them?" Of course he had but not in the way the planet had probably thought, and how would they have known?

"I'm sorry, I didn't say that right. They have denied payment for everyone but the prince."

Arthur felt his anger slowly build like a tea kettle ready to blow. He tightened his hand into fists on his lap. He could feel every hair in his tail stand on end. "What exactly did they say? I need to know." He added the last part just in case Alfred refused to answer.

"The exact message was, 'None of the crew is of sufficient importance to warrant such an extravagant ransom'. Which is a total lie. As ransoms go I think our demands were fairly reasonable." Alfred had said it to make Arthur laugh, but unfortunately he was not in the mood.

Arthur was speechless. Yes, Vash had hinted as much in their last conversation, but yet a part of him had still not expected the planets to so callously throw away the lives of the men that worked for them. Resentment bubbled up inside him as he began remembering different aspects of his past. From the moment he had taken his first breath he had been placed in the academy. He had not been allowed to go outside for the first few years except for combat training class. When he had been about ten years old they had introduced them to society and had taught them how to live within it. As if they had been little less then dumb savages that didn't even know how to greet someone. Arthur had just assumed it had been the normal scholastic system for all children. He hadn't realized until he was a teenager that his education was different. He had willingly been their pawn, blindly given them his loyalty and devotion, and what had they ever done to deserve it? They had denied him even the basic comfort of parental or friendly contact to comfort him in the night. They had made him after all. No one could possibly understand the suffocating loneliness it was to lay awake at night, in the dark, with no one to hold your hand, and to not even have memories to look back on as touching moments in an otherwise indifferent world.

"Arthur."

Arthur shook himself out of his reverie "Hm? Sorry, dozed off a bit."

"Arthur, you're crying." Arthur felt a warm hand brush his cheek and the wet sting of moisture spread over his skin.

Arthur wanted to push his hand away, but it felt so nice. Instead he leaned into it. "I'm fine. Tell me, what happens now?"

Alfred sighed "That's up to you and your men. We don't deal with slave markets, but we do still want to turn a profit."

"How?"

"Basically, it is every man for himself. They'll each have a chance to present an offer. Maybe someone who will pay the ransom, weather it be family or themselves. Information is also good, or man power. But myself and the other captains are usually very selective about who we let join our ranks. We only accept people we can trust."

"What happens to the men who have none of that?"

"They'll be left at the closest port."

"Marooned?" Arthur frowned.

"Sorry, I should have said next active port. Not some hole in the wall space joint with buck-toothed aliens that slur and scratch themselves. There are plenty of ways for able bodied men to find their way home."

"Even without their sight?" Arthur asked a bit sarcastically.

"Oh yeah."

Arthur leaned over and ran his hands through his hair. It seemed to him that everyone around him had proven unworthy of his loyalty, expect for Vash and the man currently sitting across from him. His men and he were no longer in the planet's employ, so Arthur felt he had no reason to ever question the passion between him and the American again. With that decision, he realized only one tie remained to his old life. He wanted to sever it before he laid with Alfred tonight. "I want to see the prince. No, I need to see him."

It took Alfred a moment to answer "Why?" he sounded suspicious.

"I need to know if he's the one that sold us out."

"I could tell-"

"I know, but I need to hear it from him."

Arthur heard him get up and walk around the table. He felt the American take his elbow and help him to his feet. "I'll take you myself." He licked his lips and hesitated a moment "Will you... come back here with me afterward?"

There was so much guarded hope in his voice. It made Arthur smile "I'll go anywhere as long as it is with you."

He heard Alfred take in a sharp breath at his words. "I...um... brought a few of your things." He sounded embarrassed.

"I hope clean pants are one of them."

"Among other things." Now his tone took on an amused quality. He caressed Arthur's bear arm. "Did I ever tell you that you have a terrific body?" Alfred's soft lips brushed his. His fingers played at Arthur's buckle. "Do I finally get to help you out of these clothes?"

Arthur took to much delight in answering him "Yes." He parted his lips and let Alfred kiss him as he undid the belt and the zipper. Arthur loved the man's smell. He found himself constantly sniffing him, especially at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. He didn't know weather to find this more basic animal attraction creepy or erotic. Regardless, he loved the way the man tasted, and the way he sighed against his lips as the American's tongue found his. God he loved open mouthed kisses with this man. He wondered why he had ever hated them in the first place. Maybe it was because his few previous lovers had just tried to stick it down his throat rather then make it a sort of dominance game. Alfred slid Arthur's uniform pants, which were a dark navy blue; down off his hips before letting them fall to the floor. Arthur gulped as the cool air hit his skin. He now stood completely naked before Alfred. His bound wrists were the only scrap of fabric left.

He heard Alfred take in a steadying breath "You've been bare underneath those pants this entire tame?"

Arthur blushed "I had just been getting ready for bed when your ship attacked." He tried to explain.

He laughed throatily. He caressed Arthur's hip with his hand as he kissed along his jaw. "I'm glad I didn't know. As if seeing you half naked wasn't giving me blue balls already." He pulled away slightly, although his hand was still of Arthur's back. "I really hate the idea of putting clothes back on you when I've worked so hard to get them off. But I suppose it will be fun to take them off yet again when you're under me moaning my name." Arthur had no doubt about that. Alfred made a low, long whistle, and Arthur jumped as he felt a finger tail down his chest. "Putting you in clothes should be illegal." Arthur felt Alfred push against him, making his erection evident against his bare hip. His lips nibbled Arthur ear, making him gasp. One of his hands slid down his back to grab his ass possessively. "I can not wait to get you off," Alfred whispered.

Arthur licked his lips "Please, I don't want to see the prince like this. Please." Arthur felt himself being pushed backward until his back came against a wall. He felt fingernails scrape down his chest and stomach as Alfred lowered himself to his knees. Arthur blushed. He wasn't really- his erection was firmly grasped and warm breath ghosted across the tip. He sucked in s breath.

"Don't worry. This time there will be no interruptions." He chuckled "I already warned the crew that if anyone even dared go near my room for the rest of the night I would assign Ludwig to cooking duty for the rest of the month." He gave Arthur's erection along lick from base to head "God, you taste even better than I imagined." Arthur wanted to speak, but he couldn't form words. His body just trembled and his tail moved to wrapped around his right leg. The cat ears at the top of his head began to twitch, a sign that they were about to stand up rather then remain in there adorable folded fashion.

His erection was beautiful, hard and pulsing in Alfred's grip. Alfred wondered if the Brit even knew that his feeling, which had originally been a mixture of curiosity and desire, had now grown into something more permanent. He rubbed his flushed cheek against the needy shaft in his hands and breathed in Arthur's warm musk. Not waiting a moment longer he leaned forward and took Arthur's sex into his mouth. He swirled his talented tongue around the broad head to start with, lapping at the droplets of precum and then took Arthur deeper. Alfred heard Arthur's almost mewl like cry, which he found incredibly adorable. As he looked up he saw that the Brit's ears were standing up again. He smiled around Arthur's penis. He flicked his tongue over the slit and watched Arthur's face turn bright red as he moaned loudly. Alfred loved the little noises the man made as the thick shaft slid between his soft lips and went down his willing throat. He reveled in the deep desire that coursed through his blood.

Alfred swallowed, milking Arthur's cock, trying to increase the flow of the tangy precum. He was rewarded with Arthur's hand going to his hair. It was then he realized his wrists were still bound. That would not do. With his free hand he tugged at the tie and with a few rough pulls it unraveled. Arthur groaned in approval as his hands were free, both of them fisting in Alfred's hair. "Finally, I can touch you." Arthur whimpered. Alfred looked up into the unfocused green eyes of the man that had complete possession of his heart. Alfred pressed against Arthur, taking his sex even deeper, waning to hear Arthur scream. If Alfred had his way everyone on this ship would know the Brit belonged to him.

The look on Arthur's face was unbridled passion and overwhelming pleasure. Alfred drew back and lapped at the head sensually. He could feel how close Arthur was. The man was practically standing on his toes. "Do you want to cum Arthur?" Alfred asked in a teasing tone. God he loved saying that name, Arthur. Arthur whimpered, his ears moving backward to push flat against his head in displeasure.

"Please, please."

"Do you promise to tell me your fetish later?"

He mewed "Yes you bloody bastard now suck me!" Alfred didn't have to be told twice. With one hand he cupped Arthur's testicles and with the other he stroked upward on the shaft. He almost slammed Arthur to the back of his throat and swallowed, making his throat constrict around the Brit. Arthur gasped loudly and then started screaming different obscenities as his body stiffened and trembled. Alfred closed his eyes and swallowed eagerly, drinking the thick jets of hot cum as they spurted from the tip. He savored every drop for the mini victory it was. Arthur's hands in his hair pulled him close, as he allowed Alfred to suck him dry.

Arthur legs buckled and he wound have fallen if Alfred had not caught him. "Wow, maybe giving you release was not the best thing. Can you even walk?" he laughed.

Arthur's mind was nothing but a vale of pink pleasure. He could barely even remember anything after the blinding orgasm. "I'll be fine." He said breathlessly "Just... need time to recover. That was... astounding." Arthur felt his bangs being brushed away from his forehead and a kiss was pressed just above his brow.

"Sex is always better when the person you're doing it with cares about you." A soothing hand stroked down Arthur's spine over and over again and for the first time ever Arthur allowed himself to simply relax and feel. He laid in Alfred's arms, his chin resting against the American's shoulder. After a moment of shared silence Alfred whispered "Do you know that you're purring?" Arthur sleepily shook his head, no. "Do you still want to see the prince?"

The resentment returned to his mind. Arthur inwardly growled as he moved away and rose to his feet. "Yes." He answered.

"I'll help you get dressed then." Arthur was glad Alfred helped him, because he knew he would have fumbled easily. Soon he had a gloriously clean pair of uniform pants on, though still no underwear. Oh well, he could withstand it for the few hours it would be until he was naked again. Alfred zipped and buttoned them for him, although he certainly took the time to tease and brush his fingers against his overly sensitive erection. Arthur had never had multiple orgasms in one night. He found himself looking forward to laying with Alfred and experiencing what a second orgasm would feel like. He had been told that they only grew in intensity. Then Alfred guided his feet into a pair of boots. Alfred had then slid his arms into a long sleeve blouse shirt. Arthur recognized the feel of the material and knew what shirt it was immediately. It was his custom white dress shirt with the ruffle on the chest just below the neckline. He smirked; the one shirt he had always thought looked like an old fashion pirate outfit. The kind they had once worn when they had sailed on oceans rather then airless space.

"Let me guess. I'm wearing my black pants and black lace up boots?"

"I thought they would look great on you."

"And the fact that I look like a pirate didn't have anything to do with it?"

Alfred mumbled something that sounded like "I can dream can't I."

Arthur didn't know exactly what he meant by that so he let it go. He blushed "Um...will you require any... assistance before we go?"

Alfred laughed "Always so formal." He sighed "Nah, I've waited this long to cum inside you. I can wait an hour or so more."

Arthur's face went as red as a cherry and a jolt of electricity went down his spine "C-cum inside me." His breathing grew frantic "As in..." he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Alfred's tone sounded confused "Well, yeah. I mean... unless you're worried I have a disease or something. I have condoms-"

"No!" Arthur hadn't meant to yell the protest "I mean-" he shut his eyes tightly, his ears folding back against his head "It's up to you of course. I won't-" he heard Alfred move behind him and felt the man embrace him. The American's hot chest against Arthur's back.

"Arthur," Alfred whispered seductively in his ear. "You're fetish wouldn't happen to have anything to do with sperm would it? Like," his voice dropped dangerously low as he whispered in his cat ear "Cream pie." Arthur lost all ability to breathe as his entire body began to shiver. He stupidly nodded, that was all he could do. Alfred's triumphant laugh was only slightly humiliating "It is! And your embarrassed by that?" his voice sounded thoughtful "That seems rather normal to me."

Arthur turned on him "Don't patronize me!"

"I'm not." Arthur felt a kiss being placed on his cheek. "I think it's hot, and would more then happily fulfill your desire for it."

Arthur gulped, tried to get his breathing under control "C-can we hurry up and do this before I'm back in the same position where I started."

"You looked like you enjoyed being-"

"You know what I meant you god damn wanker!" Alfred laughed, and continued to laugh even as he took Arthur's hand and opened the door.

Alfred led him down the hall. With every step Arthur's heart began to pound more and more. He was all too aware of the fact that they were holding hands. He would have asking if Alfred didn't mind his crew seeing this obvious display of affection, but he knew if Alfred did mind he wouldn't be doing it. He smiled to himself. It was nice being so openly adored. He made himself concentrate on the rout. He'd grown used to the lift and the rout that was from Alfred's room to the medical bay. From what he could tell the medical bay was no where near where Alfred was taking him. He knew only that they were higher up, closer to the ship's back than its belly. Finally, they stopped, and Arthur heard Alfred knock on what he assumed was a door.

Arthur fidgeted as he waited. This was going to be weird. Asking ones former and casual lover if he had betrayed him while said new lover stood by his side. Yeah, that wasn't going to be completely awkward. Arthur jumped as a hand landed on his bottom. Alfred had somehow moved behind him. His fingers slid down, caressing over the crease, over the swell, then down between his legs. Arthur's heart began to race and his penis began to stiffen again inside his pants. "Stop. That. Now." Arthur warned, feeling like he was reprimanding a child. Alfred chuckled, and his hand disappeared.

The door opened suddenly. The air that hit Arthur's nose was heavy with the sweet smell of wine. "Yes?" It was Francis' voice. So effeminate and yet masculine sounding. He sounded annoyed at the interruption, although his annoyance soon turned to confusion. "Captain America. Captain Kirkland," he said. Arthur rolled his eyes. Ok, there were way too many Captains on this ship. But at least Arthur had his first answer. The rat could see. "Is there something I can do for you gentlemen?"

"Arthur wanted to see you." Alfred answered.

Francis' chuckle was full of arrogance "I see." Arthur felt someone take his hand, and he was sure it wasn't Alfred. "You just couldn't stay away, Artie." Arthur wanted to groan in disgust. The man was hot, but truthfully he had never really been that much of a turn of for him. To arrogant. The nick name, which Arthur loathed, Francis had given him just because he knew it annoyed him to no end. "Thank you for escorting him here." Francis obviously said to Alfred.

"Take. Your. Hand. Off. Him." Alfred's voice was tight and very very low, not at all like the light-hearted teasing or loving tone he had heard not moments before. A shiver of ice ran down Arthur's spine. He felt as if the American were about to kill everything and anything that stood in his way. To Francis' credit, he let Arthur's hand drop almost immediately. Which saved Arthur the trouble of pulling it away.

Francis' tone changed yet again, now he sounded amused "I see. The little robin has found himself an eagle." He took a steadying breath "I'm on my last bottle of wine. And could you send some food up, perhaps some that actually tastes good."

"You know very well you are welcome to go look for it yourself. But I guess that would require you doing work, wouldn't it?" Alfred replied. Arthur could literally feel the chill in the air. If the temperature dropped any lower they would have a blizzard in the hall.

"Hmph, why is Artie-"

"Arthur." Arthur corrected.

Francis sighed "Why is Arthur not looking at me?" The question was directed at Alfred. "Have I become that repulse?" Now that question was directed at Arthur.

Arthur wanted more then anything to say yes, just to completely destroy the man's ego as a way of revenge. But, he knew it wasn't true and it was a childish move. "They used flashguns on us!"

"Oh... I... didn't know." At least he had the decency to sound apologetic "Well, I suppose it could be worse, Arthur," he said, and Arthur winced and gritted his teeth against the anger.

"Tell me, Francis, did you give the pirates our lock codes?"

A moment of stunned silence, then "Yes." he sighed again and then added quickly "But I told them not to hurt anyone they took prisoner." Well, wasn't that nice.

Arthur growled "Was marriage really that terrifying to you?"

Francis' voice cracked "I can't get married. It would be the end of me, my life. I would rather be free to love then cut off and stuck in a loveless marriage." He had a point, but it was a selfish and pathetic one. Arthur hung his head. Well, at least he had his answer.

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A/N: And here is the next chapter! I'll upload the next one in a day or two, I need to catch up on some calculus homework and upload another chapter for my other fic. But don't worry; I don't plan on making you guys wait for more then two days. You guys have been awesome and in my opinion deserve updates as frequently as I can make them. This fic is over a hundred reviews and I could not be happier! Thank you so much! Your thoughts and praise make my day.

Alright, just a few little notes and then I'll be off. One, the Robin and Eagle are the national birds of Britain and America, respectively. I also hope I didn't cross the line with Arthur's fetish. I literally debated whether making it known of not. I'm always so worried that I go too far with my imagination and erotic writing. But regardless, the next chapter will be the long awaited for pomf pomf (lemon) chapter. And no, it will not be the only one. So stay tuned for more USUK goodness!

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