A/N: Congratulations on making it this far until the very end! As a gift, I would like to give you this extra epilogue featuring something I always thought of including while writing this story - a dominating, cocky, swashbuckling pirate Tino ;) Don't worry, all of it is entirely consensual and they're just being kinky and role-playing (although not really since they were technically pirates for a time...lol!). Anyway, I hope you will all enjoy this, because I had way too much fun writing this little chapter~

Song Title: The Sailor Song by Toy-Box

Berwald woke up on an empty bed bathed in moonlight from the window next to him in the empty room. Everything far was blurry to him, his glasses disappearing somewhere he didn't know.

What…?

Bam!

"What's this then? A stowaway?" A crude figure barged into the room, having kicked the wooden door open with his boot.

The violent sound brought Berwald out of his reverie and he whipped his head around, the intruder coming into focus.

The pirate had a skull for a face and wore a black long coat with its tail end tattered, nearly ghosting over the floor as he made his way towards the man on the bed. The coat hardly concealed the bare torso underneath, revealing skin adorned with scars that the man wore proudly. The only other articles of clothing making the ruffian decent were his black bicorn with its white feathers, black and tan striped trousers, and tan leather boots.

Berwald shivered from the feeling of eyes through black sockets gazing at him ravenously and the cocky smirk surely beneath the mask sent his way. It froze him on the spot and refused to let him go. He had to turn his face away from the platinum blond standing only a foot away from the edge of the bed.

Upon removing his mask and letting it drop carelessly onto the floor, the man said "I heard from my men that a rat snuck onto the ship. Tell me, were ya trying to steal somethin' from us? Hmm?"

"…"

The man only chuckled darkly at the taller blond's silent treatment and added lowly "You should know better than to take something from a pirate."

Berwald continued to hold his tongue and refused to look up to the arrogant voice above him, glaring at the bed sheets instead. However, he couldn't keep this up for long when a hand roughly grabbed his chin and forced his head up to meet the other's face only a few inches apart from his own. An undignified yelp escaped his lips.

"Yer the quiet type, aren't ya?" The pirate smirked, licking his lips salaciously at his new captive. "I bet I can change that soon enough,"

"Don't touch me," he growled out, glaring daggers at the man holding him here with blazing cyan eyes.

"Oh my, what lovely eyes you have! Like the finest gems…they'll make a great addition to my collection," the platinum blond said smoothly, completely unfazed by Berwald's threat. Out of the blue he ran his tongue over those pursed lips before releasing his grip on the other's handsome face. "They call me the Reaper. But if ya need a name to scream out, you can call me your captain," the man finally introduced himself.

Indignantly Berwald threw a left fist at the other, wanting to wipe that cheeky grin right off his face.

But the Reaper caught the fist easily by the wrist, staring at the wooden ring on his finger. "And what do we have here?" he asked, even though the pirate had a similar item on his right hand. Violet eyes twinkled devilishly as he commented "Got yerself a sweetheart, do ya?"

The Swede sucked in a breath when he felt the other's velvet tongue lick the top of his hand, across the knuckles and eventually over the ring finger itself, suckling the jewelry there. Amethyst eyes dark with lust were on him the whole time. He swallowed thickly.

"How quaint,"

"Let go…" he said weakly. But Berwald had nothing to back up his words as his body stiffened and his breath hitched when the Reaper swooped in and pushed him down onto the soft bed. The strong hand still around his wrist pinned him onto his back.

"I'll make you forget about her,"

"Aahh…!" The hapless captive squirmed when a hot tongue traveled up and down his throat.

"After tonight, you won't wanna leave."

Berwald found himself caving into the pleasure at a shameful rate, head subconsciously turned to its side to give his captor more access to his taut neck. The scent of blood, gunpowder and death from the pirate was heightening his arousal, sending chills down his spine. His stoic composure crumbled little by little, lick by tantalizingly slow lick. His eyes slipped closed and his strength left him. He didn't even know when the pirate had snaked his way in between his legs and began rutting against him.

"Hmm hmm, seems as though you can talk after all," the Reaper teased when he heard the small whimpers escaping from his new toy. "Let's see what other kinds of sounds ya can make,"

"Wha-!" The Swede's vision spun as he was forcibly flipped over onto his stomach, his head pushed down into the mattress and rear lifted up at just the right angle and height. Agile hands made quick work of his trousers and they were off and on the floor by the time he ceased his struggles on the bed.

The pirate grinned at his captive's futile attempts to escape his clutches, his ungloved hands brazenly traveling up and down those toned thighs in front of him, feeling them shudder under his touch. "Yer a feisty one, aren't ya?"

"Mmn!" He was forced onto his knees, his chest and arms resting on the twisted sheets.

"How exciting,"

Still splayed on the mattress, Berwald's body went rigid the moment he felt slender hands part his cheeks and a hot breath ghost over his exposed entrance. "Ah!"

"Oh my, yer so sweet down here," The Finn didn't waste any time ravishing the other, widening his tongue to lick over the entire puckered hole, relishing in how it twitched achingly against him. He pressed his face further into his captive, hands on either side to keep the body in front of him still as he lapped up his meal.

"Nngh…ahhh," Berwald screwed his eyes shut, hands bunching into the sheets as he was completely pleasured from behind. The sinful tongue slurping and circling around his wet entrance made his head spin and it was getting harder to breathe. There was no point in resisting the pirate.

"Hm? It's gotten soft," The Reaper playfully swiped a finger across the ring of muscle. His plaything has become less tense with each fervent lick. Wickedly he smirked and reached a hand around to the blond's front, toying with the clearly erect cock slick with precum there. "And it's gotten hard here…good, good,"

"Hgn!"

"I want more."

Berwald nearly choked on a moan when he felt a finger delve into him, pushing into his tight channel before it was replaced with a wet muscle thrusting in and out of him. The tongue rubbed deliciously against his inner walls and he could feel himself clamp onto it desperately.

"That's it, sing for me, my pet," the pirate purred before going back down and alternating between applying pressure on the twitching hole and tracing patterns around it. All the same it produced the sweetest sounds from the man in front of him, his toned buttocks clenching greedily around him and hips wiggling provocatively. "So lewd…" The Reaper finally had his fill and was ready to move on to the main course.

Berwald, already light-headed from the stimulation, wasn't quite ready when fingers stretched and scissored inside him, making him bite back a whimper. When he finally had time to get his bearings, a weight pressed up against his back and a hot breath caressed his sensitive ear.

Leaning forward, the Finn extracted his fingers and instead pulled down his trousers just low enough to guide his entire length into that delicious heat in one thrust.

"Yah!" Instinctively the taller man widened his stance and spread his legs out for balance, cursing his needy body when it hungrily swallowed the pirate's cock into its aching hole.

"Such a good boy…I gotta reward you for this," The captain began moving when he deemed his captive ready – the silent giant wasn't making this easy for him…just how he liked it. His hands came up and gripped the larger man's hips tightly in order to pull him in closer, the force sure to bruise that beautiful skin later.

Try as he might to keep his voice down, it was only a matter of time before the pirate captain found his prostate and abused it to no end. He had no choice but to raise his head up from the mattress to breathe, the other's violent thrusts knocking the wind out of him each time in the form of a moan. However, even that was denied to him as a hand roughly shoved his face back down into the bed, muffling his wails. Saliva spilled from his open mouth, pooling into a small spot on the clean sheets. "AH!" Teeth sunk into the tender flesh of his neck from behind.

"Feels good, don't it?"

So good!

The pirate knew how to make him scream and it just wasn't fair!

Already near the edge from when the captain had his way with him with his tongue, it wasn't long before Berwald's world went white and he came without taking the other man with him. As his orgasm ripped through his entire body, he further buried his face and bit into the sheets beneath him, refusing to let the Reaper hear him cry out in pleasure.

"Aww done already?" the pirate cooed when he saw his toy empty himself onto the bed. "That simply won't do."

"Mmngh!" Berwald was confused when the other pulled out of him harshly, leaving him gaping and empty; but he would never admit that he wanted his captor to keep fucking him.

"Come over here,"

Still catching his breath, the spent man found himself dragged off the warm bed and onto the cold wooden floor by his blond hair.

"We're not finished yet." The Finn made himself comfortable and sat on the edge of the bed.

Now on his knees, Berwald barely had time to glare into bright amethyst eyes before a hand came up from behind his head and brought him down onto the other's length.

"Suck." The captain commanded, his hand forcing the Swede's mouth over and down his cock before the other took the initiative and moved on his own. It surprised him how compliant his captive was being, tongue running over the underside of his length, paying extra attention and care to the head. "Yes…that's it, my pet," he encouraged when the other sucked particularly hard on a sensitive spot. Sliding a hand under the blond's throat, he felt the Adam's apple there moving as well as the girth of his own cock protruding against that stretched throat.

Berwald couldn't help moaning around the cock inside his mouth, eyes hooded as he savored the taste of the pirate captain.

It tastes so good…

He became lost in the feeling of the other shallowly thrusting inside his throat, the sensation and squelching sounds exciting him.

The Reaper was thoroughly pleased with the show and treatment he was receiving. The larger male was nestled nicely between his legs, kneeled in front of him, swallowing his cock all the way to the hilt. He groaned each time that head full of magnificent blond hair bobbed up and down, his length sliding in and out of that hot and wet cavern, pushing all the way to the back of his captive's throat where it squeezed and tightened around him. His plaything looked as though he was enjoying this as well, evident in his growing arousal between his parted legs.

"Mmph!" Berwald's eyes popped open from their hooded trance and his breathing grew uneven when he felt the pirate push the sole of his boot against his partially hard cock, rubbing him while he sucked. He was losing focus, the coil in his stomach winding itself up again. His body and particularly his entrance twitched, itching for more.

"That's enough," The Finn was getting close, but wasn't quite there yet. Wanting to play with his possession a little more, he abruptly pulled out of that tempting mouth with its skilled tongue and instead flopped the larger male onto the bed again on his back.

"Mmh, wha-" Violet eyes shining in the moonlight hovered above him. Berwald violently threw his head back and let out a wail when the Reaper entered him again, his loosened ring of muscle readily sucking the large length back inside. Without thinking his arms shot up and wound themselves around the platinum blond's neck, pulling the pirate into a crushing kiss.

The captain smirked into the lip-lock, quickly dominating it, insatiable tongue sweeping and possessing the captive's mouth and claiming it as his own. When they finally broke apart for air, he looked down arrogantly at his prey and said "How cute, you want a kiss, do ya?" Gruffly he pecked those swollen lips. "However, I prefer to bite," he teased and cordially proceeded to lay claim to his prize by sinking his teeth into the flesh in front of him. Hungrily his mouth marked the man moaning beneath him before he started moving inside him again.

"Guh!" Berwald couldn't move away from the sadistic pirate, each of his wrists pinned above his head in an iron grip by the other. It kept him pressed up against the bed no matter how hard he tried. But at this point he didn't want to get up anymore, writhing on the mattress and trying to push himself against the Finn as hard as possible to bring them as close as physically possible. He wanted the Reaper deeper inside him…faster and harder. Whimpers turned into wanton moans that echoed nicely inside the small room alongside the violent creaks of the bed.

The pirate knew he had found that tender spot inside his prey when the larger man arched his back at a nearly painful angle and let out the loveliest scream for him to hear. The other's inner walls clenched even tighter around him and he smirked. "Are you feeling that good? Yer so much cuter when you're like this…now moan some more for me, my pretty. I wanna hear you scream!"

Berwald did just that from a perfectly-aimed thrust into his prostate. He was losing his mind to the pleasure as he was pounded into the mattress. His body belonged to the pirate, bending and bucking to his will and it all felt so good. "Yes, yes, yes! Ahhh…!"

The Finn licked his lips upon seeing the other's face lost in pleasure, hazy cyan eyes once so ferocious now submissive and tearing up with need. The sculpted body beneath him quivered erotically on the bed, skin flushed and asking to be marked. But he bet he could take it even further…

The immense pleasure was mounting tremendously within the Swede and he was so close. But then suddenly…"Ah?"

It was no more…robbed from him.

No!

Denying his captive release, the pirate captain slowed in his furious pace until they were only shallow thrusts.

Immediately Berwald whined his protest, his body and mind too far gone to care how this reflected on his pride, dignity, and self-worth. Thrashing about got him nowhere because of the hands still binding his wrists and restraining him.

"Is something the matter?" the Reaper asked innocently, even though he damn-well knew he was the reason for the other's distress and frustration. Intentionally he missed the man's sweet spot over and over again, reveling in the way his captive's face twisted with want.

"Please, captain…I…" Berwald spoke out when the other almost stopped moving altogether, nearly pulling out of him.

"Hm? What was that, my precious?" When the pirate thrusted back in, he did so slowly and rubbed tantalizingly close to that sensitive bundle of nerves, but never quite reaching it.

It drove Berwald mad.

"Tell me what you want,"

"I…I want…I need…"

"Yes?"

The captive looked straight into roguish violet eyes before yelling "I need you, captain!"

But the Reaper wasn't done teasing him just yet and had no intention of letting him off that easy. "Where? Here?" He pushed in deep, so deep but not deep enough. The needy whine coming from the other nearly drove him over the edge.

Berwald was so close…His neglected cock throbbed desperately with want as did his entrance. He needed the other to complete him so badly! His entire body ached for it and dripped out of every pore.

Oh gods, I wanna come! Please!

With the last of his pride and self-restraint foregone in favor of pure pleasure, he screamed and begged "YES! Please, please, please! Fuck me, captain! Oh gods, PLEASE!"

The pirate's smirk only grew wider, nearly animalistic. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. "You'll have to work for it."

The Swede didn't understand what the other meant until the hands holding him down were now pulling him up and their positions switched – Berwald now sitting on top of the platinum blond on the bed. As soon as his pleasure-fogged mind got the message, his body got right to riding the other. His arms flew back and hands held onto each of the pirate's legs for leverage, repeatedly impaling himself onto that delicious cock at a grueling pace.

Yes…He's so big like this…ah!

Purring out his encouragements, the cruel captain forced his captive's legs wide open. Violet eyes greedily drank in the image of the other straddling him, tongue lolling out from his mouth with saliva dribbling down the side of it and desperately seeking satisfaction.

"Haa…haa…captain!" Moans and the other's name tumbled freely from his slack mouth while he tried to angle his hips so that he could- "Ah…AHHHH!"

"Oh, that's a nice expression…lemme see more," The pirate held onto the larger man's hip with one hand, guiding him to that spot that sent him into a state of ecstasy while the other hand reached up to play with the hard nipples and cock presented to him. He decided to be a bit merciful and meet his captive halfway, bucking into the tight heat above him.

"Yes! Oh captain, my captain!"

"Come for me, my pet."

Upon command Berwald screamed as he came hard, some of his seed landing on his neck and stomach. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head when he felt his captain fill him up to the brim with his essence. "I love you, captain." The words came out as a whisper before he collapsed onto the other's chest and into awaiting arms.

"Of course you do, my precious."

A shared silence lapsed between the two in the small bedroom as they each caught their breaths. The moon outside continued to shed its silver light onto the two bodies on the bed.

"Are you all right, Ber?" Tino grew concerned when his beloved wasn't moving on top of him. Did he go overboard with this?

"Mmnh, better than all right," Berwald moaned out, keeping himself flushed against his lover's body and inhaling the heady smell of sex, blood, and gunpowder that clung to the Finn and his coat. When he found the strength to do so, the blond lifted his head up from the crook of Tino's neck and kissed the man on the lips. "That was amazing, Tino." His body was still thrumming with pleasure from the powerful orgasm. He smiled giddily when he felt the chest beneath him rumble with laughter.

"I'm glad." Thin lips kissed the larger blond's sweaty scalp, arms wound snugly around the warm body on top of him. Admittedly, he also enjoyed every bit of it himself.

The whole idea came about one evening over dinner when they were reminiscing on the past and the Swede mentioned that one time when Tino aggressively and completely dominated him on the ship. It was a subtle request, but one the Finn jumped on the moment he heard it leave his beloved's mouth. He would do anything to make Berwald happy, and this was no exception albeit surprising coming from the quiet man. But all the same the ex-pirate donned his mask and black coat once more, both of them comfortable with this part of their past now to speak about it freely.

"There isn't going to be a hunt tomorrow,"

Berwald grew excited at the words. Tomorrow was his day off.

After some time working under the woodsmith, Berwald finally found the courage to ask the old man if he could be spared a day or two off once in a while to take care of one thing or other. Usually it was to help with buying groceries and supplies and keeping the cabin tidy. The kind old man gladly granted his request, his eyes still sharp and noticing the ring on his apprentice's finger. He had an idea why Berwald would want a day off to spend time with his lover. He was still young after all. When asked about his "wife," Berwald's features would soften and he would describe her as someone who was kind, caring, and patient, but wild as the tempest sea and deathly beautiful.

As for Tino, he tried to narrow himself to more important or challenging hunts. It was a goal to keep the number of expeditions to a minimum and the duration of each one short. The other hunters understood easily enough. Sometimes when they were out sitting in a bush and stalking their prey, some curious members would look at Tino's right hand and wonder who the lucky girl was waiting for him to come home. Their top huntsman often stared at the wooden ring during particularly long nights, admiring its smooth, polished, and waxed surface and running a finger over its intricate carvings along the band of the ring. In response to their inquiry, the Finn would grin from ear to ear and happily reply that his wife was a gentle giant and exceptionally talented in whatever she did; her actions spoke louder than her words and she means well. She was the sweetest thing across the seven seas but if angered, she was as fierce as a lion.

The couple had finally found a healthy balance for everything in their lives.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to do tomorrow?" Tino idly stroked his beloved's strong back and occasionally carded through his blond hair. The other didn't look like he was getting off him anytime soon, seeing as though the spoiled man was making himself very comfortable against his soft chest – just like how Tino wanted him to be.

"Mmh…" Berwald hummed in thought. There were so many things and yet nothing at all that came to mind – as long as Tino was by his side. But then a wave of nostalgia hit him and something came to him…an old fantasy and wishful thought he had a while back. It was something he missed doing with the Finn and knew he would never get tired of. "Maybe…can we walk along the shoreline again like we used to n' watch the sunset?"

Tino smiled brightly at the suggestion. "Of course we can!" he beamed, holding the man even tighter in his arms. It was so romantic…so Berwald. "And before that I'll nurse you right back to health," He was met with a tender kiss and cyan eyes peering adoringly at him.

"I'd like that. I love you, Tino."

"And I you, Berwald."

Just the thought of being able to spend more time together made the both of them laugh and smile.

"Hmm, you're my greatest treasure, you know that, Ber?" Tino sighed dreamily. He felt the other purr against his chest. "Always have been and always will be."

They were both getting sleepy...looks like this was the position they were going to hold until the sun streamed through their window. Not that either of them minded.

Berwald allowed himself the luxury of being held by his beloved, lulling to the sound of his voice and knowing that he would wake up to bright, soft and loving violet eyes in the morning. Before sleep took them both he uttered "And I'll always be yours, Tino, to have and to hold."

Endnotes: To all of you who stuck with me to the very end, thank you so, so much for all the love and support you have shown me throughout this whole story. And to those who reviewed, I want to especially give you my thanks for voicing and sharing your opinions and thoughts with me throughout it all; I cherish each and every one of them and you all have no idea how happy and motivated it makes me! Honestly, you are all the best, most beautiful and amazing people and it has been an amazing journey with you all! I truly am honored to have been able to write this all for you. I seriously thought I was going to fall flat on my face with this but you guys have proven me wrong! I'm so glad to know there are those who enjoyed this; it warms my heart really and remember, if these two can make it and find love and happiness, then so can you! I wish everyone here all the best and to take care of themselves! This fic is easily the longest story I've ever written and after being away and not writing at all for so long I feared-

Mathias: Avast ye matey! The story's ain't over yet!

Author: Whu?

Lukas: You're still missing one important thing…

Author: And what would that be?

Emil: A good old-fashioned pirate song, duh.

Author: No, absolutely not! Not in my house.

Peter: Aww c'mon, please?

Author: No.

Erland: You're lame!

Lukas: You leave us no choice then…*looks over at Emil and nods*

Emil: *pulls out saxophone* I hope you like this meme instead.

Author: Oh no…

Emil: *plays the first few notes of "We Are Number One" by Lazy Town*

Author: Stop it…

Mathias: Here we go!

Emil: *saxophone intensifies*

Author: Okay, fine you win! Just…get this over with already and end my miserable life…

Tino: Oh author, don't think like a deadman!

Berwald: We love ya.

Author: Oh you only talk when it's convenient for you eh-

North Sea King: *shoves author aside* Are ya ready kids?!

Everyone except the author: Aye aye captain!

North Sea King: I can't hear youuuuu!

Everyone including supporting cast both supposedly dead and alive: AYE AYE CAPTAIN!

*You Are a Pirate by Lazy Town/Alestorm plays*

North Sea King: Ohhhhh *takes deep breath* Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free!

Everybody: You are a pirate!

North Sea King: Yar har deedle di dee

Nyk: Being a pirate is all right with me

Deacon of Dark River: Do what you want 'cause a pirate is free

Peter and Erland: You are a pirate!

Lion of the North: Yo ho ahoy and avast

Reaper: Being a pirate is really badass!

Ludwig, Feliciano and Lovino: Hang the black flag at the end of the mast!

All Nordic Ghost Pirates: You are a pirate!

Ivan the Terrible: We're sailing away, yes?

Siren of the Deep (Katyusha): Adventure awaits on every shore!

Queen of Blades (Natalya): *grumbles* We set sail and explore...

Eduard, Toris, and Raivis: And run and jump all day!

Members of the Red Fraction, Rose Pink, Conquistador, and Fleur-de-Lis: Yar-har!

Lone Star (Alfred): We float on our boat, partner! *shoots up at the sky*

Captain Kirkland: Until it's time to drop the anchor, git!

Vash the Bounty Hunter and his sister Lily: Then we hang up our coats

Members of the Sleeping Dragon: Until it's time to sail again! *throws fire crackers everywhere*

*rum being passed around, guns and cannons firing in the background*

Author: Jesus!

North Sea King: Laaaand hoooo!

Everybody: *sings chorus* Blue sky above and blue ocean below

Tino and Berwald: You are a pirate!

Author: *shoves everyone off and points at them* Fine, you are a pirate, ya gobshite!

Thank you everybody for all the support and so long! Take care and enjoy the rest of your day or evening!