Oh boy, if you disliked me for last chapter's cliffhanger, you're going to HATE me for this one. Lol!

Chapter 14

Alfred wasn't sure of where this was supposed to go. He knew they were headed for the ship, he could recognize his surroundings. He stayed behind the captain, not saying a word, simply watching his surroundings or the captain.

A few crewmembers greeted them loudly when they arrived on the ship and Arthur nodded at them in recognition, before heading straight to his cabin.

Alfred tensed. Was he supposed to follow? Or was he just supposed to do some nasty chore? What was he supposed to do?

Arthur stopped and impatiently looked at him – that was answer enough. He cleared his throat and quickly followed his captain, and stilled his movements once they were both inside the cabin, door shut. Arthur went over to his desk and sat down on the chair, pulling something out.

"Take a look at this."

Alfred walked over and looked down at what the captain spread out on the desk carefully. It was a large map, and some parts were able to be moved, but they were already in the correct order. If he remembered it correctly, it seemed like a map of New England.

"Yeah?"

Arthur eyed him closely. "I'm giving you one chance, Alfred. Pick a spot where you want to be dropped and you're a free man." At Alfred's silent surprise, he sighed. "A ship can be a horrible place if you don't feel home on it, I know. I have no reason to keep you, because I have enough manpower. It's your decision."

Toying with the idea (or with his captain), he rubbed his neck and sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. He looked down at the map, inspecting it closely. His eyes darted from one place or another, but nothing really caught his attention. That pen on the right of the map though, was that made from glass? Holy cow, that was a nice pen. Wait, wait, map.

"I suppose you could show me around other places before I choose my pick… Pirate round and stuff." Alfred said nonchalantly, straightening and looking away from the map. Arthur smirked, pushing the map aside.

"I doubt those will be places where you can settle down and raise a family."

Alfred swallowed at the intense look his captain gave him, once again. "That wasn't really my… intention, though. Settling down." He smiled lightly and looked down at the desk, eyes following the curves of the wood without much interest. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel very on edge anymore, even though he knew his captain was watching him closely. Hell, the fact that Arthur gave him the choice to leave or stay was pretty amazing itself, and he couldn't help the warm feeling spreading pleasantly through his body.

There was a creaking noise, and Alfred looked up in time to see Arthur practically climbing over his desk on a weird agile way he would never hope to copy, but that didn't matter because seconds after he was practically sprawled on his lap, his hands gripping his hair tightly. His smirk was still there, green eyes twinkling, and Alfred's heart skipped a beat as his smile brightened. Oh lord, this was so fucking weird. This was his captain. Not a girl. This was a pirate who could kill in cold blood.

It didn't really stop Alfred from raising his head and nudging his nose to Arthur's cheekbone, not quite brave enough to actually initiate something. Arthur did though, pushing his lips against the other's slowly at first.

Alfred had a hard time responding immediately – this had happened before but the captain had been toying with him, and the other time he was drunk, and now he was- oh. Arthur, his captain, bloody Arthur, was in his lap, grinding down and licking his lips slowly, and oh shit.

"Get up." Arthur ordered roughly, and Alfred did just that, steadying himself when Arthur decided to clung onto him and wrapped his legs around the other's waist. His hands immediately went to his captain's waist, holding onto him as Arthur was nipping on his lips teasingly. "The wall. Or the bed. Or the desk. I don't care, something."

The desk was close enough, so he just dropped Arthur on it. He didn't know why he had the guts to do anything, but he suddenly had them, and he pressed himself on the smaller body, fiercely responding to the kiss Arthur was still initiating. He must've been doing something right because his captain hummed and rolled his hips against his own, his hands diving into the other's hair again to grip onto the locks.

"Alfred, don't act like such a virgin, you brat." Arthur suddenly taunted, breaking away from the kiss and pulling at his hair harshly. "Come on, take me." One hand let go of his hair and dove under his shirt, tickling his stomach and the hairs leading into his trousers.

Alfred groaned, hips involuntarily bucking. Fuck, what was this? Arthur sighed impatiently and his hand dove into his trousers, and Alfred gaped when he grabbed ahold of him, wordlessly looking at his captain. This wasn't a girl, this was a man, and oh god, he was sexually interested in a man. And Arthur was blushing, his eyes unfocused, he was panting, and what the hell should he do? He wasn't experienced and Arthur was probably very experienced!

He broke another heated kiss and buried his face in the other's neck, moaning. Too many thoughts were going on in his head, like 'should he call him captain or Arthur or should he just shut up', but he wasn't having a hard time concentrating. He panted, trying to collect some air to function normally again, and looked down to see Arthur's other hand trying to undo his own trousers. He shivered and leant in for another kiss, holding eye contact with Arthur challengingly.

"Bed." Arthur ordered softly, and Alfred quickly straightened to obey. Apparently his captain disliked the idea of walking, cause he clung to Alfred again, but it wasn't as if he minded. With some waddling around, he finally got them to the other room and was careful to not drop themselves on the bed mindlessly.

Arthur smirked and disentangled himself from the other, sticking two fingers in his own mouth and sucking on them.

"What…" Alfred began, staring at the other in confusion. Well, it wasn't as if he minded, he just didn't know why… why he would… His eyes widened considerably when Arthur shoved his own pants down his knees. His fingers disappeared behind him and Arthur smirked at the shocked look.

"You better mesmerize this because you're doing this next time."

Woah, there was going to be a next time?

His mind short circuited and he watched, entranced, as Arthur slid his own fingers in and out of himself. Didn't that hurt? Why was he doing it? Wait. He obviously didn't have a vagina. The idea of how they were going to do it suddenly crashed on him and he froze, not sure how to react. This was… weird. But he didn't mind it. Did he? No.

He felt Arthur's hand tugging at his trousers and he shook his head, pulling them down himself, and Arthur looked pleased, so he guessed he was doing it right. His captain then sighed. "I'm going to have to show you, don't I? Come on, on your back."

He wordlessly nodded and lied down on the bed, eyes nervously darting from his captain's face to his lower parts, when Arthur went to straddle him. His face was tinted red, and his eyes were glazed over, making the green appear a lot duller. Arthur's hair was slightly tangled, and he looked at Alfred questioningly – he'd been staring.

Alfred didn't say anything and Arthur smirked, before aligning himself with Alfred's cock, and oh god his captain is on top of him. He nearly lost it when Arthur just sunk down on him, and his hands immediately went to the other's hips. Arthur chuckles at his expression and rolls his hips slightly, leaning down so he bury his face in Alfred's neck. "Are you going to do the work or do I have to?"

He gives no response, panting, and Arthur moves, lifting his hips and lowering them once. It's so slow that Alfred grits his teeth in frustration, and his grip on the other's hips tighten. He hears Arthur hum and he moves again, lifting his hips and slamming back down faster than first.

Coming over the initial shock, Alfred tries to mimic him and meet him with thrusts of his own, but he soon notices the captain sets the pace. Not that he minded; he had no idea to go about this and what to do so the other enjoyed it.

He opens his eyes again, raking them over the other's pale chest and the scars marring it, and his hands splayed out on the rather narrow waist.

"You," He rasped, and Arthur looked at him immediately. "You know you… You look so good right now."

Arthur slowed down immediately. He glowered down at the other, his face almost a scowl. "I'm not a maiden." He snapped and Alfred tensed when his captain did; he could feel it after all.

"I know." Alfred said, and in a fit of bravery moved on of his hands from Arthur's waist to his cock, flicking the top of it, experimenting. Arthur's scowling face fell immediately, and he flushed a rather adorable (pirates aren't adorable) red. He shook his head and smirked, grabbing handfuls of Alfred's hair.

"I want you to flip our positions." He whispered in the other's ear. "And I want you to pound into me." He silenced before adding; "That's an order."

Alfred was in a haste to do what the captain ordered him.

Aaaand end of chapter. Because I'm too much of a blushing schoolgirl to go on-

Just fill the rest in yourself ;D

Probably going to end the story soon ;C