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Chapter 2

"Here." Francis announced, opening the door to a small, equally dark room. The Frenchman went inside, fishing a match out of his pocket and striking it until a flame roared to life, devouring the head of the match, and Francis used it to light the candles around the room. Soon, the room was lit in a cosy glow, and Arthur noted how the candlelight created shadows against Francis' soft features, making them harsher but still handsome.

Francis froze as he heard the door lock, and he turned back to the pirate who was conveniently leaning against the bolted door. Arthur still smirked, one jewelled hand against the doorframe to support himself.

"Tell me, love…" the pirate purred, the sound sending an involuntary shiver down Francis' spine. "What is your name?"

The tavern owner hesitated, his blue eyes flickering uncertainly around the room, but seeing no other feasible exit, he conceded. "Francis…" he replied softly, being alone in a room with a pirate making him fear for his life.

Arthur sensed his fear, and he grinned. "Francis." He repeated, tilting his head slightly and the large hat on his head tilted too. "And do you know who I am, Francis?"

The Frenchman shook his head, but he noticed the elaborately embroidered scarlet coat the man wore, and the large amount of gold and jewellery that he sported. Old tales of pirates flooded his mind, and Francis' blue eyes widened as he put a name to the man in front of him.

"The…Blood Captain…" he whispered, remembering the countless tales of pillage and plunder that surrounded this man. His legacy was of pain and blood and murder, and Francis trembled slightly to be confronted by such a notorious Captain.

Arthur grinned again, taking off his hat and giving an extravagant, swooping bow. "At your service, love." He chuckled in amusement as he straightened back up, placing his hat on the bedpost at the foot of the bed. "But you may call me Arthur~"

Francis flinched at the action, watching nervously as Arthur took off his coat, revealing a hoard of weapons. One by one, the Captain stripped himself off his pistols, swords and knives, placing them all on the small side table in the room. Francis glanced at the stash of weapons, wondering if he could make a grab for one and use it to get away.

Arthur stood before him, disarmed completely and now clad in a simple white undershirt and black trousers that were tucked into shiny leather boots. He looked harmless, but Francis knew that a man of his reputation wouldn't need weapons to intimidate.

The Frenchman watched warily as Arthur poured some more whiskey into the glass they had brought up with them, and he offered it to him. "Drink?"

Francis shook his head, his golden hair catching the light of the candles and shimmering like gold. Arthur just gave a shrug, setting the glass on the side table and taking a swig straight from the bottle.

"W-What do you want with me?" Francis stammered out after a moment, the silence in the room stretching and enhancing his fear.

The Captain put the bottle back on the side, swallowing the liquid before smirking. "I'm very glad you asked that, Francis." He took a step closer, and Francis instinctively flinched back. "You see, I've been at sea for a very, very long time." His tone was a purr that Francis felt simultaneously drawn in and threatened by.

Arthur reached a calloused hand out, briefly stroking Francis' cheek before the Frenchman leapt back as if the pirate had struck him. His cerulean eyes were wide with fear as Francis tried to desperately escape the menacing pirate.

Arthur was not deterred by Francis' rejection, and instead it seemed to spur him on. He moved closer to Francis, and the Frenchman saw an opportunity. As Arthur moved towards him, Francis pushed past, reaching for one of the pirate's knives that he had seemingly left so carelessly on the side table. In his haste, Francis didn't notice Arthur's smirk.

Francis grasped the knife, whirling back around only to have his wrist caught by Arthur effortlessly, and the Captain forced Francis against the locked door, slamming his hand against the door until the knife slipped from his fingers. The tavern owner gasped, letting out a soft whimper of pain as Arthur pinned him in place, leaning in and brushing his lips over the exposed skin of Francis' neck.

Widening his eyes again, Francis tried to struggle, but the Captain's grip was strong, and his chest was pressed against the Frenchman's. Francis' breath hitched as Arthur smirked against his skin, unable to resist running his tongue over the nape of Francis' neck just to see him squirm. Francis let out a rather unceremonious squeak, lifting his knee up to connect with Arthur's crotch in retaliation.

The Captain let out a grunt of surprise and pain, but he barely relented for a moment before tightening his hold on Francis, slipping one leg between the Frenchman's to keep him still.

"Now love, it is very unwise to make me angry…" Arthur purred into Francis' ear, nipping his earlobe teasingly. Francis squeezed his eyes shut, trying to push Arthur away but he froze when Arthur found a sweet spot on his neck, and he let out a soft mewling sound.

The pirate grinned, biting down on the sensitive skin and making Francis yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure. The Frenchman blushed darkly, hating himself for liking the pirate's actions, but he couldn't help the moans that slipped past his lips as Arthur sucked and nipped at the unblemished skin of his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw.

The Captain smirked in triumph as Francis slowly stopped fighting him, and he let go of his wrist in favour of slipping a hand under his shirt. The tavern owner gasped at rough touch of the pirate, as it felt like electricity surged through him with every caress of his skin. Francis slowly seemed to realise that Arthur was no longer restraining him, but before he could act, Arthur captured his lips in a rough kiss. Francis widened his eyes, pressing his hands against Arthur's chest to try and shove him back, but as Arthur flicked his tongue over Francis' lower lip, the Frenchman found himself involuntarily kissing back, parting his lips for him and sliding his arms around the pirate's neck instead. His eyelids fluttered closed as Arthur's tongue invaded his mouth, moaning softly into the kiss as the Captain stroked their tongues together.

Francis forgot how dangerous this man was, and even the fact that he was a man as Arthur deepened the kiss, enjoying Francis' moans of submission. The pirate tasted like whiskey, rum and something else that was entirely Arthur, and Francis found it all too addicting.

Pulling him closer, Francis let Arthur rip the shirt he was wearing clean off the Frenchman's torso, not minding the groping hands wandering over his exposed chest. Arthur broke the kiss to breathe, panting softly and grinning as he saw the pink dusting Francis' cheeks.

He looked delicious.

Francis blushed darkly, feeling his cheeks heat up under the intensity of Arthur's predatory gaze. His eyes darted once again, but this time to the abandoned glass of whiskey one the side table, feeling like he would need the courage it would give him. Arthur grinned, handing him the whiskey and he was barely able to stop himself from pouncing on the other man as he watched Francis down the whiskey with such haste that some trickled from the corner of his mouth, down his chin.

Arthur licked his lips in anticipation, waiting until Francis emptied the glass before snatching it from his grasp, replacing the cool rim of the glass against his lips with his own, hungry ones. The Frenchman swallowed the liquid, feeling the burn before Arthur's lips claimed his once again, but this time Francis kissed back more fervently, beginning to care less and less about the pirate's reputation, and more about his touch and attention.

Arthur's hands roamed once again over Francis' unblemished chest, before withdrawing, breaking the kiss to remove his shirt. He wore a simple gold necklace around his neck that he took off as well, placing it gently on the side before turning back to him. Francis leaned towards him slightly, enraptured by him and not wanting him to stop, but when he saw Arthur was removing his shirt, he didn't complain. The Englishman tossed his shirt across the room where it fell somewhere and was forgotten about, and Francis widened his eyes at what he saw. The pirate's chest was covered in numerous scars from his encounters with rivals and enemies, and while some were faded, some were pink and new. Francis' lips parted slightly as it seemed to make the man before him more charming and desirable, and without really thinking he reached out, running his slender fingers over some of the scars. Arthur stilled, watching him with slight amusement as he let him do as he pleased.

"Do they hurt?" Francis asked softly, not aware of Arthur's eyes on him.

"Not anymore." The Captain responded with an uncharacteristic softness in his own voice, finding that Francis had an unexpected calming effect on him. He blinked as he realised, taking Francis' hand and instead pulling him onto the bed. Francis let out a squeak of surprise as he was pressed onto the old mattress, but it was muffled as Arthur kissed him again, placing himself between Francis' legs and pressing their chests together. This time Francis melted into the kiss, running his hands over the scars on Arthur's chest again before reaching up and placing his hands on Arthur's strong shoulders. The pirate broke the kiss, moving down and undoing Francis' breeches in one swift motion, something he seemed rather practiced at. He smirked as he saw the arousal that Francis' undergarments poorly concealed, before removing the rest of their clothes impatiently, kicking off his boots and not acknowledging the clap they made clattering to the wooden floor. Instead, he turned his attention to Francis' entrance, sucking on his fingers briefly before slipping one inside to loosen him up.

Francis let out a yelp, tensing as he had never been with another man before, and the feeling of having something inside him was strange and unpleasant. He squirmed, but Arthur kissed over his shoulder gently to soothe him.

"Relax, love. It won't hurt…" he purred, a note of real care slipping into his tone, and Francis did his best to calm down.

He closed his eyes, letting out a soft mewl of pain when Arthur entered a second finger, but as Arthur persisted, Francis gradually began to feel more pleasure through the pain.

"A-Arthur…" he breathed, gripping Arthur's shoulders slightly as he slowly adjusted.

The sound of Francis' lacing his name with a heavy French accent made Arthur's arousal painful, and he removed his fingers, lining himself up.

Francis whined at the loss of the fingers, but as he saw Arthur's erection, he widened his eyes, not liking the thought of something so big entering him. But Arthur's soft murmurs comforted him, and Francis laid back, praying that it wouldn't hurt.

Arthur pushed in as gently as he could, but Francis tensed and let out a noise of pain, tears welling in the corners of his beautiful blue eyes. Arthur stilled once fully inside him, and he leaned over, gently kissing away the tears.

"It will feel better once I start moving, alright?" Usually the Captain didn't care about the well-being of his bed-mate, but something about Francis evoked a more caring response in the stern pirate.

Francis slowly nodded, gripping Arthur's shoulders more tightly as he braced himself for more pain, not quite believing Arthur's words. Slowly, the pirate began to move, and Francis groaned in pain.

But with each slow thrust, Francis began to feel more pleasure to outweigh the pain, and beautiful moans began to slip past his lips, encouraging Arthur to go faster. The Englishman picked up the pace, holding Francis' hips as he began thrusting harder as well.

Soon the room filled with slapping sounds between breathy moans and groans, and the Frenchman slid his arms around Arthur's neck, pulling him closer. Arthur grinned, groaning against Francis' shoulder as he slammed into him harder and harder, smirking in triumph as Francis suddenly let out a euphoric scream.

"Mon dieu!" Francis yelled, tangling a hand in Arthur's hair and tugging on it harshly, which only spurred Arthur on more. The Captain grinned, leaning down and biting the sweet spot on Francis' neck again as he pounded into the Frenchman, loving every delicious moan he made Francis utter.

Francis arched his back into Arthur, and the Englishman scooped one arm under the Frenchman, pulling him up more with each thrust to get a different angle. The Frenchman gasped for breath between his moans and screams, completely lost in the pleasure, and he looked so beautiful.

Arthur felt that he was close, and he could tell Francis was as well.

"A-Arthur, I – " Francis tried to warn him, before he released over their chests, screaming the pirate's name. It was the most gorgeous sound Arthur had ever heard.

The scream and the feeling of Francis tensing around him again brought him over the edge, and Arthur moaned Francis' name as he released inside the Frenchman, riding out his orgasm slowly as he panted against Francis' neck.

The Frenchman fell back against the soiled mattress, panting heavily as he looked up at Arthur with half-lidded blue eyes. The Captain grinned, letting out a breathless chuckle as he slowly pulled out of Francis, collapsing next to him. He sighed softly as Francis rolled over, resting his head against Arthur's chest and cuddling up to him, but he did not object. Instead, he pulled the bed covers over the both of them, holding Francis close as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered to the pirate.

The two men fell asleep, Francis' hand resting on Arthur's arm gently as the Englishman held him in a lover's embrace.

A/N: So, chapter 2! I know this chapter was pretty much just smut, but it clearly meant a lot more to both Francis and Arthur, they just don't know it yet~

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