Yondu Week Day Six

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Love is Royally Blue Part One

Three Years Since Yondu Became Captain…I said it was a slow burn.

"Fine, you want a speech, this is the last time I'm doing a speech, like ever" Yondu threw back the rest of this beer and cracked another whilst the crew all cheered, and the captain got to his feet.

"Ok cretins listen up, three years ago, you make me your captain, and thank to first mate Kraglin second mate Horuz, had to mention you. It's been a good year. we still haven't found those units, but we've made a damn fortune, and done it all without the Clans. So, to independent living" laughed Yondu, as he necked his beer to more cheers "Oh and to Iztel thanks for the food, no one's died of food poisoning yet so you're doing grand".

Iztel sitting there, just supped his beer with one hand before he placed it down and gave Yondu the universal signal for "screw you", but with a smirk, at the people's approval since over the last few months since his arm and eventually vision loss had changed his life dramatically.

Yondu was determined for Iztel not to give up on all of it, suggested that he become the cook the last one been killed recently, and since his food was crappy, no one missed him that much. Iztel initially hated it, but an order was an order, and he was determined not to kill anyone.

since he could cook, learned to be a better one…even if he still hated it most days and made his feelings clear, that said he liked the crew's reaction when they said he liked it. It was a confusing emotion with hating something, but everyone loved what you did.

Yondu leaned back, and felt a stab of pride, he had done this, he and Kraglin and the rest had managed in three years to make their clan successful, by ignoring some of their more stupid rules and living life to their own.

And Yondu's rules were simple, work hard, and get rewarded, all his crew were much better off and "his crew" and he never let anyone forget that.

However, he was royally pissed, so was able to be sentimental, for a moment and noted that Kraglin was also the same and since both had shit to do. The pair got to their feet and staggered almost into each other, but Kraglin steadied, and they shared a look, just a fleeting moment which made Yondu's pulse quicken for a moment, but he put it down to the booze.

Walking together back to their quarters, which were only a few doors down from each other, Yondu absently rubbed his headpiece which caused Kraglin even in his bleary state to notice, "Does it still hurt?" Kraglin enquired only to be met with a "Still bloody twinges a bit"

It had only been a few months since the shithole surgery on Nowhere, Yondu had finally had his new headpiece added, flatter and easier to manage, since he hadn't grown up with the typical fin of his clan. Yondu had a habit of misjudging doors and areas, even though none of the crew was stupid enough to laugh when this happened

Finally, Yondu had come across a piece of pure Yaka in a derelict mine and managed to prise it from the wall, it had laid there for God knows how long, which made Yondu if he was a romantic think, it was destiny. For a cerebral implant it which would be perfect and would magnify everything and make his arrow more precise.

When Yondu whistled, his arrow quivered and he saw the small fireworks smattering across it, but assembling it would be more than his skills entailed, and Kraglin noped out of it quickly before Yondu could ask, and he wouldn't.

In the end, they found a surgeon on Nowhere who would do it but would charge an exorbitant amount, which Yondu had to pay, but since he had to sit there, fully conscious, sitting still, whilst he could feel the hack working into his brain matter.

Yondu had gritted his teeth and not for the first time wished he was dead, Kraglin had volunteered to come with him, to cut the doctor down if the captain of the ship ended up dead on the floor, or brain dead. And Yondu made it clear that if that happened, he wanted to be put down as quickly as possible.

Yondu had a half memory of the surgery only water running down his face which was sweat, not tears, and Kraglin grabbing his hands and saying "Just listen to my voice, just stay with me", over and over again, before the flashing feeling of being dragged and pulled through the streets of Nowhere, and crashing on the bed.

There he woke up, in pain, with the explosions in his heart and mind, before passing out again on and off for two days in-between bouts of vomiting, and someone putting cold flannels on his head and face.

When he finally, woke up, more like himself, but with a hangover the size of the head that made up Nowhere, there was a presence on the bed and looking over was Kraglin curled up next to him, looking like he hadn't slept in days, with stubble on his chin.

Feeling Yondu's presence Kraglin opened his eyes and looked over "Feeling better?" and when Yondu got out that he was, all Krlain managed was "Good…worried about ya" before he slipped away again before he heard Yondu uttering thanks, and they slept some more.

Since then that image of Kraglin on his pillow had entered his mind more than once and Yondu didn't know where it came from, when he suddenly said, "I've got some good shit in my place if you want some". And his heart jumped slightly when Kraglin started in the affirmative.

In Yondu's quarters which were now filled with the knickknacks on the shelves he had picked up, which no one was stupid to take the piss out of, Yondu reached into his drawer and pulled out the Sularian whisky and with mismatch glasses, filled a significant portion.

Both men clicked the glasses, and because they were Ravagers and hardcore, downed the glasses in one gulp, feeling the booze burn their throats, and both mentally opted out of a second glass.

"Been a good few years hasn't it captain", Kraglin stated, whilst Yondu was about to say something and just stared at him.

The air between them only a few inches felt suddenly thick and Yondu felt lightheaded as Kraglin stared at him, both their pulses quickening, leaving Yondu at a loss at what to do until it was Kraglin who leaned forward and kissed Yondu gently on his blue lips.

Yondu felt stunned for a moment before he found himself leaning into the kiss, his mouth responding, and he wasn't one for the lips. Lips were intimate, lips were for those… then his mind spun out of control as Kraglin's hands came around him, pulling him closer making his feelings clear through his trousers what he wanted, and Yondu's hands came up to brush Kraglin's craggy Mohawk cut.

Dear God, this was good, this was good, and with the mental image on his mind of Kraglin diced within him, Yondu could feel the barriers he had created around all of this, of Kraglin come crashing down at that moment and he wanted more, more of everything. But he had to be sure as he broke away and looked Kraglin square in the eyes and noted the Xandarian trembling with anticipation.

"How drunk are you?" Yondu asked, knowing what people might think and even after what was reeling through his body, didn't want anyone to think he was manipulating his first mate.

And to this Kraglin's lips got closer to his making Yondu want to kiss him again "Drunk enough to know that I want it, and not enough to think both of us were taking advantage".

This was perfect for Yondu as he reached up and tasted Kraglin's lips one more time, feeling the stubble on their chins running together it was almost friction, with the scent of beer and Kraglin's, whatever that scent was it was intoxicating. And with an easy motion, Kraglin's hands reached Yondu's body, which he found so stimulating that he broke off, more as a warning to himself.

"It's one night Kraglin, just one…got it". And Kraglin broke away with a smile as his hands found the front of Yondu's trousers and brushed his magnificent cock through the leather. "Then I'm going to give you the best night of your fucking life then". Smirked Kraglin like he had won a prize.

Yondu felt his world spin as he let himself be pushed down to his bed. This wasn't right Ravagers fuked, they lived hard and they fucked even harder. But there was almost a gentleness to the air, as Kraglin got to work and pulled Yondu's boots off, letting them thud to the floor, and began to work his way up Yondu's leg to the top of his leather trousers, which made Yondu reach for his zipper before Kraglin stopped him.

"No, we're not rushing this, this is going to be torture Yondu., an exquisite torture, I've been wanting so long for you, I'm going to savour every fucking moment". Stated his first mate, as Kraglin gently pulled Yondu's top off, with the way his hands were on Yondu's blue skin, so gently, but felt like electricity was shooting through him.

Kraglin's hand stopped at the tight band of skin on Yondu's chest, and Yondu, gasped since it was a sensitive spot. "What is that?" Kraglin asked, his voice sensual but curious, and Yondu managed to get out. "It's my pouch, it opens when we have children…my species carry this young in it".

"Well, that's convenient," Kraglin said as he never touched it further guessing that it was sensitive, in more ways than one, but his hot breath on that area was driving Yondu crazy.

Kraglin's hands went down his chest, to his stomach, before they landed on his zipper but never took his eyes off Yondu's with his Xandarian lips parted in anticipation, which Yondu felt so desperate to kiss.

The sound of the zipper being pulled alone, almost drove Yondu crazy and everything in his mind was overrun, he wanted Kraglin. Wanted Kraglin desperately, and the fucker knew it.

With the leather trousers now off and crumpled to the floor, expert hands hooked into Yondu's pants, and in seconds they were crumped on the floor, and Yondu just gripped the tatty sheets and Kraglin stood up and pulled his clothes off, which seemed to take seconds.

Both men, their breaths quickening, just stopped to look at each other, drinking in the vision of each other's bodies. Yondu was broader, shorter, but Kraglin was all limbs, tall, skinny, with pale skin which now was flushed with the blue blood firing through every inch of him. Yondu's eyes dipped down to survey Kraglin's massive cock, and felt his entire body, want, want every inch of him.

While Kraglin was taking his own sweet time, straddled Yondu, his lean body on his stomach, and the sight of it, Yondu could feel the blood rushing down to his lower regions hardening him as Kraglin just chucked "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, so hard, my dicks is going in your ass and I'm going to make you cum, cum so hard".

The words of anticipation quickened Yondu's pulse, as Kraglin bent down and kissed him hard on the lips, which made Yondu's head reel and he could feel the fireworks under his plate erupt into a glorious orange and he began to kiss Kraglin back, feeling his tongue, probing wanting more.

Yondu wanted more, oh god he wanted this, wanted Kraglin so much, but his kissing, which he never did, this was fucking ecstasy, he could have just been kissing Kraglin for hours, but his first mate had other ideas.

Kraglin broke away and began platting kissing on Yondu's neck and followed a trail down his chest, which Kraglin sensed upon and broke away, and with his hot, yet gentle mouth, went further down, stopping to lick Yondu's nipples, already erect and sensitive.

Brushing the inches edges of the pouch on his chest which was close, but just Kraglin's hot breath on it, was enough to make Yondu moan and his hands which were gripping the sheets, reached up and brushed the Mohawk on Kraglin's head, as he went further down.

Kraglin was so slow which was driving Yondu insane, and his legs widened automatically, as Kraglin finally reached Yondu's dick which was hard and waiting for Kraglin's lips to wrap around it.

But Kraglin was taking his own sweet time as with a wicked smile, he gently licked Yondu's blue tip, which almost made Yondu jack-knife off the bed, and he panted and moaned. As Kraglin with his tongue fucked Yondu with his mouth, licking along his shaft and tip whilst Yondu gasped and moaned wanting more, but for that exquisite stroking not to stop.

Finally, before Yondu almost begged Kraglin wrapped his mouth fully over his cock, and began to suck, slip, up and down the shift, moving faster, then slow, running his teeth, and lips around Yondu, stroking his balls which drove Yondu insane and he felt like his dick was going to explode in lust and pain.

Over and over whilst Kraglin who Yondu never realised was such a master at this, just panted, his body going wild, but Kraglin never took his eyes off Yondu thoroughly enjoying where this was going, and finally with a gasp of "I'm…"

And with that Yondu came, came hard In Kraglin's mouth, to the point Yondu was surprised it didn't; break out the back of Yondu's head from the pent-up lust, but instead, Kraglin caught it in his mouth, and with a smirk swallowed it stopping to brush a spot of salt on the edge of his lips.

With his salty encrusted lips and grabbing the bottle of whisky took a mouthful whilst Yondu tried to reconcile his mind with the rest of his body, but that was good, so good and it was driving his fucking crazy.

He was used to being in control, but Kraglin had robbed him of all of it, and he didn't even protest when his First Mate, demanded in a low tone, "Get on your hands and knees now" and wordlessly Yondu managed to flip himself over gripping the pillow in front him, with his legs wavering and he managed to get out "You have lube?" to be met with, "Right here".

Yondu felt his ass throbbing, but Kraglin was doing all he could to prolong this torment of Yondu's body, as he came up and kiss the nape of Yondu's neck one of his most sensitive parts whilst Yondu, pleaded "Please Kraglin, please fuck me".

Yondu was hating himself for sounding pathetic but also not caring, as Kraglin with his lips worked his way down Yondu's beck until he reached his ass, but instead of plunging his cock in, which was what Yondu wanted.

Kraglin began to use his tongue deep into Yondu's hole, using it to probe the most sensitive area, whilst Yondu gasped and moaned feeling excited and he bucked hard when he heard the top pop off the lube, and felt like his headpiece was going to break open, wanting so much more, as the tongue got deeper, and with ease it was replaced with wet fingers, being inserted slowly into Yondu ass, easing back and forth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" Yondu stuttered, as Kraglin's probing finger was followed by a second, then a third, hooked into his ass massaged all his senses with desire.

"Kraglin, please," Yondu was on his elbows rocking back and forth with want, "Please fuck me, please" Yondu was begging, losing control of himself further, as his body was giving off sweat, and something else, something primal.

Their scents came together, to create an intoxicating haze in the air which was so delicious, he wanted, no needed more, and he came again, messing up his sheets. Finally, as with the slapping of lube on skin, Yondu took a deep breath, and held it as Kraglin, slipped his cock into Yondu's ass.

To be continued

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