"Found it!" The triumphant voice awoke Dimitri from his deep sleep the next morning. The bed was warm, but Sinbad's weight was noticeably absent from it. Before he could open his eyes or say anything it was back again, crouched over him and pining the sheets tightly across his midsection. "Morning," said Sinbad cheerfully as his lips descended on Dimitri's neck and started to lick and suck it enthusiastically. He had to be a morning person to have that sort of energy at this hour. They hadn't drawn the curtains over the small windows and it was still dark outside. The only light was reflected off of the water outside.

Annoyed at having been awoken so abruptly, Dimitri could only grumble and swat at him inefficiently. "What'd you find?" he mumbled, deliberately keeping his eyes closed. He would not be affected by necking if he could help it.

"Just a nice little lotion. Are you still sore?" He pulled at the sheets around Dimitri's waist. They had finally taken off the rest of their clothes some times during the night, so his hand slid down the subtle curve of his back and settled on his ass.

"A little." He felt Sinbad's hand squeeze his bottom and turned his head to open one bleary eye up at the pirate. "You're insatiable."

Sinbad chuckled as his fingers slid into the crease of his ass. "I've been told that once in a while. But go back to sleep if you want, I'll just go about my business." One thick finger caressed his entrance.

Dimitri twitched as a shudder ran down his spine. He had become more sensitized down there and Sinbad's ministrations were effectively waking him up.

"Go back to sleep?" He turned to raise an eyebrow at Sinbad. "And miss out on all the fun?"

"Who said anything about fun?" He picked up the glass bottle that he had dropped on the sheets next to him and opened it with his free hand and his teeth. The smell was light and sweet. "Unless you want to tell me no, that is."

"Well if this isn't going to be fun, maybe I should say no." Dimitri flashed him a grin before reaching down to grab his pants off of the floor with deliberate slowness.

Sinbad reached down and smacked his knuckles with the glass bottle. "Don't even think about it."

"Ow!" He pulled his hand back. "Watch it! A simple 'no' would've sufficed!"

"Why would I ever do things in half measures?" He grabbed Dimitri's hand and poured some of the lotion into it. "There. That should ease the soreness. Now put it on yourself, I want to watch." He sat back on his heels, his gaze avid and hungry.

Dimitri blinked and looked down at the lotion on his palm and then back up to Sinbad, his throat suddenly going very dry. "You want to… watch?" He repeated as if he hadn't understood. Oh, he had understood alright, but exhibitionism wasn't something he had been expecting.

"Did I stutter?"

Dimitri took a deep breath. Touching himself wasn't new, but he had never probed himself—for lack of a better word. Doing it in front of Sinbad was positively mortifying. And yet, Dimitri rubbed his hands so that his fingers were slicked up deciding to stop thinking for now and let his hands work of their own accord.

Slowly, his fingers trailed down his stomach, getting used to touching himself. The lotion was cool and left a barely visible trail as his index finger continued down to his navel, then his inner thigh, and lower still. He suddenly felt very hot all over as if the cabin's temperature had risen a hundred degrees in the space of a few seconds. He spread his legs apart, ignoring the burning that had crept up the back of his neck. His finger was hesitant now as it trailed down his inner thigh until… it brushed the ring of his entrance and he froze. There was a deep-seated curiosity that sprang up out of his fear and embarrassment. This was a side of daring Dimitri had never tried to explore before. Jumping off of a moving train, yes. Veering dangerously off the side of a ship during a storm to catch a sleepwalking princess, sure. But to slip into his most intimate, secret part with someone watching? No one could say he never tried anything new.

His finger circled around experimentally; it tickled a little in a not wholly unpleasant way. But when he looked at Sinbad, his breath caught in his throat. The pirate was watching his every move with eyes that betrayed his intense hunger. He looked like a predator, gazing at Dimitri who was so open and so vulnerable, his teeth grazing his lower lip as if he were looking at a feast. That aggressive, aroused gaze was what caused Dimitri's body to flare up and in response; his finger was unwittingly sucked inside his entrance. He gasped.

Sinbad's tongue darted out to wet his lower lip. "That's good. Keeping going," he urged. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he was in pain. He shifted his stance so that he could brace one of his knees against the sheets. His erection was thick and dark, jutting up from a nest of dark curls and demanding attention. He ran his fingers across his tip, spreading the drop of moisture that beaded there across it. The muscles of his stomach contracted and he hissed in a breath between his teeth, clearly aroused by the show that Dimitri was putting on for him. "Touch yourself more," he growled.

Dimitri's eyes roamed from Sinbad's face down to where he was touching himself, and then back up again. He swallowed audibly, bringing his other hand to his chest. His slickened finger slid in and out of his hole; he was opening himself up, Dimitri thought. That realization turned him on more than he expected and he couldn't help but moan softly at the foreign friction. His other hand brushed lightly over one of his hardened nipples and slid down until it lightly trailed over his erection. Emboldened, he slowly forced another finger in and threw his head back with a sharp intake. Both fingers stretched and circled inside of him, feeding his growing lust. Never had he felt so wanton and he was starting to believe that this wasn't a bad thing.

When Dimitri sat back up to lock eyes with Sinbad once more, he was happy to find that the other's lust-filled gaze still affected him. A sharp spike of pleasure rushed straight to his groin and his fingers began to work faster inside of him, his legs spreading further apart of their own accord. He couldn't take much more of this.

"Are you going to just sit there and watch or are you going to make a move?" he growled, his voice just as hoarse as Sinbad's.

"Say please," goaded Sinbad.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding." Dimitri's free hand curled into a fist.

Sinbad laughed as he gripped Dimitri wrist and slowly pulled, so that the other man's fingers slid free of himself. He was glistening with the oil, gleaming even in the dark room.

"Would I kid like that? Surely not." He rested his hand on Dimitri's side and pushed, urging him to roll over onto his stomach.

He rolled his eyes and turned around so he didn't have to look at Sinbad's stupid sexy smirk. That he was totally not turned on by. Not even a little bit. Lips brushed against his shoulder as he turned over and then Sinbad grabbed his hips and tugged him back so that his cock was cradled against him, getting slick in the lotion that he had just put on. Both men groaned at the contact and for a long moment neither of them moved, seeming content just to stay that way. Then Sinbad's fingers trailed down his hip bone and brushed, feather-light, against the base of Dimitri's erection.

It was much different from their previous, much more aggressive encounter. Dimitri found that he enjoyed the gentler aspect of sex just as much as the rough (the latter he still couldn't believe he enjoyed so much). He shivered at Sinbad's ghostly touches and dug his heels in to stop himself from thrusting wantonly into his hand.

"Say when," Sinbad leaned down so that his hard chest was pressed against Dimitri's back, not stopping his gentle touches. He was as warm as a furnace in the dark, cool cabin and he smelled like salt and the ocean.

Since when was Sinbad so—for lack of a better word—nice? It was a bit disconcerting for Dimitri, but not unpleasant. He reveled in the light touches for just a bit longer, and finally said, "I'm ready when you are."

"I've been ready since the last time we did this, damn it." His fingers left off touching him and all of a sudden Dimitri felt his tip press against his sick entrance. "Spread your legs more," commanded Sinbad. He did was he was told and pressed the bulk of his weight atop his elbows.

The intrusion was almost immediate. Sinbad did a slow roll with his hips, pushing himself into Dimitri. He slid in easily this time, or at least the first half of him did. It wasn't so much that he was very long, but oh god was he thick. He bared his teeth in the dark, his dark hair falling forward into his eyes.

It hurt again, but not as badly as last time. Dimitri still bit down on his lower lip, trying to relax. Hopefully this got easier with time. Sinbad was still moving slowly, thank God. He tried to keep perfectly still, even if he wanted to push back instinctively. The still-new sensation of being filled made his head spin.

"Quit acting like a woman and move already!" Sinbad gave a brutal thrust that pushed him all of the way to the hilt.

Dimitri winced at the sharp pain and lost his temper. "Dammit, just ask!" he snapped, pushing back against Sinbad. His anger only seemed to fuel his arousal as the tip of his cock began to drip onto the sheets.

"I don't –" He thrust forward as Dimitri pushed himself back, "- want to have to ask." His hands moved restlessly across his body, alternately grabbing onto his hipbones for leverage and skating across his belly, brushing against his erection. Now they were really getting into the swing of things. Dimitri let Sinbad set the pace and moved in time with him. Every inch of his skin exploded with sensitivity and heated up whenever Sinbad's fingers touched him. He lost the ability to form coherent words and moaned out his appreciation, the back of his ass slapping rhythmically against Sinbad's inner thighs.

His moans seemed to goad Sinbad, because he went even faster, the friction of their bodies quickly making the room seem much warmer, the silvery light of the moon through the portholes illuminating their dark figures just enough to tantalize. One of Sinbad's hands slipped up Dimitri's chest, rubbing his beaded nipple. He was already learning what brought him off the fastest. And indeed, the small touch only spurred Dimitri on. Sinbad was hitting something in him that made him see stars, and he threw his head onto the sheets, biting them to stifle his moans.

"Oh God… Almost… there," he hissed through the fabric. His sweat-coated body slid easily along the sheets with every harsh thrust from Sinbad.

"You are so damn easy," panted Sinbad, just like he had the night on deck when he had first touched him. The hand that wasn't pawing at Dimitri's chest slid down his stomach and curled around his throbbing length. His hands had callouses and were as rough as sandpaper.

"And you're an ass!" Dimitri spat the sheets out of his mouth so he could clearly iterate that. His insult turned into a sinful groan when Sinbad wrapped his hand around him. He tried to hold back his impending orgasm, even as he was being pounded into mercilessly from behind. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop it, but Sinbad's words made him want to delay the sweet inevitable, even as his body screamed for release.

Sinbad let go of his nipple and grabbed his hair, dragging his head back at a painful angle. "Seems like the other way around, since you're the one calling me names." He pulled out almost all of the way and then pushed back in one long stroke that had them both gasping.

With his head arched back into Sinbad's grip, Dimitri came right then and there. His nails dug into the skin of Sinbad's forearms as he shuddered. His cock shot out thick white ropes onto the sheets, sapping him of his strength with every passing moment. His fingers loosened from Sinbad's arms, though angry red crescent marks had been formed.

Sinbad's back bowed as he came almost immediately after Dimitri, his teeth buried in the muscle of his shoulder. He throbbed hard, coming in great, scalding waves. At any other time he might have been ashamed at his lack of stamina, but right now he was riding the edge of 'too much' and 'not enough'. He squeezed his eyes shut as shudders wracked his body.

Dimitri slumped forward onto his knees again, trying to catch his breath. He wriggled forward, trying to get Sinbad out of him. Both of them were covered in semen and sweat (neither of which he was used to being covered in) and he had the mad urge to clean himself.

"And where are you going?" Sinbad wrapped an arm around his stomach so that they weren't completely separated. His softening cock was slick with his own seed and the lotion that Dimitri had put on, but he didn't seem to care.

"Going to clean myself, what does it look like?" Dimitri's eyes rolled upward when Sinbad kept him in place. Why was everything so difficult with this man?

"It's impossible for you to just kick back and enjoy the afterglow, isn't it?"

"Afterglow? What are y—" He sighed. "Fine." He flopped against Sinbad's chest, resting his whole weight against the other man. He supposed it wouldn't kill him to be sticky for a while longer.

His breath whooshed out of him as Dimitri collapsed backwards onto him, but he grinned anyway. The first signs of dawn could be seen through the porthole. Traces of pink and yellow splashed against the undersides of the clouds.

"This is where you tell me how amazing I am."

Dimtri elbowed him in the ribs. "Don't push your luck."

"I like to live on the edge," Sinbad chuckled and then rolled onto his back to stretch.

"Well, you are a pirate." Dimitri ran a hand through his hair, trying to tame it. "And let me guess, we'll only get three hours of sleep after which you'll wake me up with a shoe to the head and make me get to work right away?"

"Don't be stupid. We're getting up right now! The entire day is waiting. Look – it's practically light out." Clearly that was enough afterglow for Sinbad, because he sprang up to his feet and strolled across the cabin, unashamedly naked.

Dimitri gaped from Sinbad to the window. It was barely light out, in his opinion. "Where do you get all this energy?" he asked in exasperation.

"I am powered by sex!" He flexed, and even though it was jokingly it still managed to be impressive.

Dimitri stared at him with a raised brow before getting off the bed and grabbing the rag by his water bowl. "Maybe I should stop powering you up so much then, because it seems to have the opposite effect on me." He pinched the bridge of his nose to stave off his impending sleepiness and wiped himself down.

"Wake up and smell the deck that needs to be swabbed, cabin boy." He slapped Dimitri on the ass as he walked over their pile of clothes and pushed aside Dimitri's in order to find his hat. Something small and heavy landed on the floor and rolled away under the desk. Dimitri let out a noise of protest and glared at Sinbad before grabbing his pants off of the floor and slipping them on.

"What was that?" Ever inquisitive, Sinbad dropped his sash over the back of his chair and started to dig around under the desk to see what had gotten under there.

"That was me objecting to your physical abuse," he replied wryly. His back was turned to Sinbad as he fumbled with his belt.

"No, I meant what was – " The sentence broke off.

"Hm?" Dimitri turned around.

The room was empty – Sinbad was gone. Under the desk, the little statue gleamed in the morning light.