Chapter 2
I woke up to the soft swaying of the ship, I groaned and rolled over. Something seemed different... I wasn't in my familiar hammock and it was awfully quiet without the snores of the other crew. I slowly opened my eyes assaulted by the light; I moan and bury my head in the unfamiliar scented sheets. I lay there for a while before the realisation hits me like the cat-o'-nine-tails... I've been kidnapped by pirates! Alarmed, I spring out of bed to find and escape, tripping over air and falling on my poor face with the rustling of chains. A quick glance at my ankle reminds me I won't be going anywhere without removing that first. I curse and begin pacing the room each step reminding me of my predicament, I slump on the floor and struggle with the shackle hoping it may give way if I try to force it with my hands. No. Such. Luck. Growling in desperation I pathetically roll around flying curses and primal grunts of effort till my ankle was red and raw. With a heart-crushing sigh I give up and search for a tool, even a rock, just to smash it with, but I freeze when I hear heavy-booted footsteps heading towards the door and in my panic ended up flinging myself onto the bed and pretending to be asleep.
The door opens and closes and the footsteps make their way to the table, I hear a sigh and someone slumping into a chair. I peak through my eyelashes and see Antonio looking moodily at the bowl of tomatoes on the table then proceed to pick one up and play with it. I couldn't help but gulp at how big his hands were and how long and thin his fingers are.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" apparently my acting skills are better than I thought, since he jumped and almost fell out of the chair.
"Ahhh! Lovi! You're awake!" he grinned at me, making his way over and sitting on the bed. He pulled me into his lap and nuzzled his face into my hair. Saying that I freaked at the sudden personal contact was an understatement; I jumped so hard I might have broken his jaw and scrambled to the other side of the bed panting, my burning up... With anger derrh! He looked stunned for a moment and rubbed his (hopefully) hurting jaw, some emotion I couldn't recognise flashed in his eyes.
"Hmm. You must be hungry. I'll get you something to eat!" he declared before exiting the room, looking at me once before closing the door. I shuddered. Once I heard his footsteps fade I scanned the room again, you can only see so much when you can't move. First, I check behind the two other doors in the room, one was a walk-in wardrobe with so many clothes there was hardly any wall showing in the decent-sized room. I looked through some of them: white blouses, big red coats, vests, tunics, trousers, there was even boots and to my surprise, a couple more ridiculously large hats with equally ridiculous and large feathers, all in different colours. Bored of that, I ventured into the second room, it was a grand bathroom with a huge bathtub, content with my discoveries and disappointed with the lack of exits, I turned to go back and wait for breakfast. Before I could, there was a splash from the tub, curious, I scooted over having run out of available chain.
"ARRGH!" I stumbled back out of the bathroom and collided with something hard that made an 'oompf' sound. I turned to find Antonio holding me closely, a worried look on his face.
"Why is there a fucking TURTLE in the bathtub!" He looked confused for a moment before realising what I said.
"Oh! That's Marina! Isn't she cute? Just like my little Lovi" he beemed.
"I am not 'little' nor 'your Lovi' and stop calling me that dammit! Also, that doesn't answer my question!" I shove him away and brush myself off, hoping that his idiocy doesn't rub off on me.
"So harsh Lovi" he looked hurt, "We caught her while we were fishing and I wanted to keep her!" he finished.
"You can't keep a turtle in a bathtub you idiot! It needs to be free and live in the sea!" I argued but it fell on empty ears.
"But I want her" he pouted like a five-year old, eyes glazing over, fearing a tantrum I sighed angrily.
"What happens when you want a bath? Huh? Or when she gets too big! And I am not bathing with a frigging turtle, you hear me!?" he contemplated this, but coming up with no answer, pouted more. Then his face lit up mischievously and he locked eyes with me.
"I'll let her go, IF you promise to bathe with me, once a week" he smiled triumphantly looking at my gaping face that no doubt was very, VERY red.
"ABSOLUTLY NOT! You sick bastard!" I throw some punches at him which he easily dodges, laughing.
"Fine, Marina stays!" he sings. I growl, he beat me. Well, at least one of us has to be free, even if I don't particularly like turtles it doesn't deserve to live in a bathtub for the rest of its life. But I shiver in disgust at the thought of bathing with him.
"F-fine! I'll do it!" he stares at me, like he couldn't believe what I said.
"R-r-really?" to my surprise he didn't laugh or smirk or make fun of me, he blushed.
"Only every TWO weeks, and you better not do anything perverted or I'll turn you into a girl!" I make a fist.
"O-okay" he covered his mouth and looked like he was silently screaming for joy. "Oh right! I brought breakfast!" he ushered me towards the table but I didn't move.
"So can I have some clothes? Or do I walk around naked for the rest of my life? Actually, don't answer that." I walk into the clothes room and pick out an extra-large tunic and slip it over my head, happy that I was finally covered. Antonio looked disappointed, but smiled like an idiot anyway.
We ate silently, well, I ate, and he kind of stared at me smiling creepily. About halfway through my meal I had enough, I dropped my fork viciously and glared at him.
"What is your PROBLEM?" I spat angrily.
"I'm just happy my Lovi has such a good appetite!" he rests his head in his hands and gives me a shit-eating grin.
"You're annoying me, don't you have to run the ship or something, Captain" I smirk, the last word dripping with sarcasm. He furrows his brows and runs a hand through his short brown hair and sighs.
"I left Vash in command, I'd much rather spend time with you!" he reaches for my hand and I pull it away, he frowns.
"Lovi you don't need to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you" his eyes had softened and I felt irritated by him treating me like a frightened animal, though I was acting like one.
"Whatever, just don't touch me." He sulks in his chair and then stands up and leaves.
The rest of the day passed quickly, there was a similar occurrence at lunch but he didn't try to touch me again, for which I was thankful. After lunch he took Marina away and true to his word released her into the ocean. Lucky bastard. Night time was difficult, since he insisted on bathing together but I managed to get out of it. Antonio set up the bath for me but he wouldn't let me lock the door so I had to settle with moving a chair behind it as a barricade. Finally able to relax I submerged myself into the warm water of the bath and sighed contently. I was surprised these pirates had some good soap but then I realised everything on this ship was probably stolen, ship included.
"Lovi? Are you done yet?" Antonio called through the door.
"GO AWAY!" I yell back. But shiver from the temperature of the bath, I must have been in here for a while since the water was so cold. I curse angrily, and lift myself from the tub, but it was more slippery than I anticipated so I fell, ever so gracefully, to the floor. The door burst open, smashing the chair and Antonio rushed over to me.
"Lovi! Lovi are you okay?" At my indignant shriek he grabbed a large fluffy white towel and covered me with it then picked me up of the floor much to my distress.
"Put. Me. DOWN!" I demand and struggle in his arms. Next thing I know I've been placed gently on the bed looking like a flustered red puffer fish. He reattached the shackle to my ankle quickly and sat beside me on the bed.
"Lovi? Are you hurt?" Antonio cupped my cheek forcing me to look at him, his usual happy-go-lucky demeanour gone and fear evident in his eyes.
"I'm fine! You didn't have to fucking carry me, I'm perfectly able to walk by myself! Don't treat me like a child you bastard!" I pouted and he chuckled. Antonio bent down and kissed me, I stuttered, finding no words so I could insult him further he leaned over to breathe on my neck.
"You are defiantly not a child Lovi" He whispered, his voice thick with lust. I shivered, but not from the temperature.
"Are you cold?" He smirked locking our eyes again. His hand travelled from my ankle to my thigh and I tensed. Before I had time to think he had claimed my lips again, kissing slowly, carefully, so gently a small moan escaped me. As my mind finally caught up to the situation I gasped and pushed him away, heat spreading across my face.
"I won't push you Lovi, just let me touch you." Antonio purred pushing me down on my back and straddling my hips. Too shocked to process his words to speak, he took it as an invitation and started lightly kissing and sucking my collarbone. Before I could stop it another moan flew from my lips and I immediately regretted it since it made Antonio bolder, bringing his hands down and stroking my sides, giving me goosebumps.
"S-s-stop, ah!" I was silenced by a sharp bite to the flesh between my neck and shoulder. The heat that was spread on my face was slowly making its way towards a less-wanted area of my body and pooling in the bottom of my stomach. Antonio started rocking his hips which didn't help at all; his kisses became more hungry and shameless as he trailed up and down my chest and neck. He played and teased my nipples with his tongue, nipping slightly causing me to shudder. By this time we were both sweaty and panting, it was painful trying to stop the flow of curses and moans trying to leave my mouth.
"Lovi, mnnh! Lovi, you need to relax" Antonio moaned bringing his lips to mine and began sucking on my bottom lip.
"Nnh... " Was all I could manage as he broke the kiss and lifted my legs to wrap them around his hips. I felt his arousal throbbing through the thin fabric of his pants. My pride be dammed, I wanted more friction, I was gonna get it. I ground my hips harder into Antonio and our moans and the creaks of the bed filled the air.
"I'm so sorry Lovi" Antonio gasped as he flipped me on my stomach and held my hips in the air with an iron-grip. The next thing I knew there was something long and thin pushing against my entrance, I yelled out as Antonio's finger was forced in to the first knuckle.
"FUCK! Take it out, it hurts! Ah!" He pushed on mercilessly as I felt the second knuckle.
"You need to relax Lovi or it will hurt more" His voice was strained; I couldn't see his face so I couldn't tell why.
"How can I RELAX! Your fucking finger is in my-AH!... Mnngh... No... Ahhh..." My voice trailed off to incoherent rambles as he began stroking my neglected member. The pain was still there but Antonio's hands were very skilful, it didn't take him long to find what made me feel the best. Apparently I had relaxed enough that Antonio could enter a second finger. Because he did. And it was no picnic in the park. By the time he got to the third I was a crying mess, screaming every curse word I knew, and that's a lot. When he finally removed his fingers I knew worse was yet to come.
"Relax" Was all he said before he slowly started to enter me. I felt like I would split in two, my insides were burning, I tried my best to relax but that's hard to do when someone as big as Antonio is inside you. When he was all the way in he stopped to give me a chance to catch my breath and get accustomed to his size.
"Argh... So tight..." He breathed as he started to pull out half-way before slamming his hips back in. I cried and bit onto the sheets to muffle my screams and sobs. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was enjoying this, but the rest of my brain was screaming 'RAPE! RAPE! RAPE!'. It wasn't until Antonio brushed against a bundle of nerves that I shuddered and moaned, unconsciously bucking back to meet his rhythmic thrusts. He started stroking me again, bringing me closer to my own end, while his thrusts became jagged and desperate. With one last thrust hitting that spot dead-on he sent us both over the edge, the hot pool in my stomach released in a spurt of white covering Antonio's hand. His hot essence spilled out as we collapsed onto the bed and he slipped out of me. I was still conscious enough to hear him whisper 'I love you Lovi' before promptly passing out.
A/N: Whoops! Didn't turn out as angsty as I intended... But all well, smuttiness is good too! Now this chapter is a bit longer to make up for the fact it will probably be three weeks till I can update *pout* Yeah, yeah, bad author bad author! But school is a priority (as much as it can go die in a hole)! I actually did some planning to so I have an outline of 7 chapters! I apologise in advance for any historical inaccuracies and just in case it wasn't clear...
1. The story is set in the 18th century. (Think Pirates of the Caribbean)
2. Lovi and Feli (And Ludwig/Gilbert) live in England. Don't know where specifically but near the water.
3. Antonio's quarters has a bathroom with a bath because I said so.
4. 'Sleepy' in chapter 1 was Greece, 'Honda' is Japan and 'Vash' is of course Switzerland.
That was my first time writing a lemon so I hope I did well! I'm a pervert I know... It's quite sad really... Anyhoo I'm off to procrastinate over my assignments till the last minute (can't be good for my health, all the stress!)
P.S. Don't kill me! It's not my fault! I'm sorry!
P.P.S. Thank you all for reading thus far and we will continue on our adventure after this short (excruciatingly long) break!
