Chapter 5
A letter to Feliciano Vargas from Lovino Vargas
September 10th 1758
Dear Feliciano,
You're probably freaking out like an idiot right now that I haven't come home yet or the other bastards have told you what happened, but I want you to breathe.
Yes, I have been kidnapped by pirates.
No I'm not hurt.
No they aren't asking for ransom.
And yes I have escaped, for now.
Calm down; if you couldn't read it let Ludwig read it for you. I'm currently at a small port called St. Veronica's Cove, I have no idea where the hell that is but I will find a way to get home. I was kidnapped by the El Sangriento Ángel and, its bastard captain is Antonio Carriedo. I don't know how frigging long it will take for this to reach you, but hopefully I'll still be ok. I don't know if I will stay free for long but I just wanted to let you know I am safe and I'll see you soon.
Your brother, Lovino Vargas.
.O
I don't really remember much after I saw Antonio; I blacked out for a while and woke up in the comfortably familiar captain's cabin. He was currently sitting beside the bed asleep in a chair, his face was pale and there were dark rings around his peacefully sleeping eyes. I didn't want to wake him but I couldn't stop my hand from reaching out to brush his sweaty hair away. At my touch he seemed to purr and lean into my palm; I had to cover my mouth with my free hand to stop the giggles from erupting. Slowly Antonio woke up.
"Mmmm, Lovi?" His eyes were hazed from sleep but bright none the less as he looked at me.
"Oh Lovi I'm so sorry..." He started, but I covered his mouth with my hand.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I ran away, I was being childish and..." It was his turn to interrupt me.
"No it's my fault; I shouldn't have made you want to run away! I never wanted to hurt you Lovi, I, I, I..."
"I love you."
"Yes! Wait, huh?" Antonio's eyes were as wide as the cook's frying pan.
"While those bastards were attacking me..." His eyes darkened at the mention of it.
"Let me finish, while it was happening, all I wanted to do was call out to somebody to help me. Now I could have called for God or my grandpa, but the only person I could think of was, was, you..." My voice grew quieter and quieter until it was barely a whisper. Antonio's mouth was opening and closing without sound like a fish out of water. There was a minute awkward silence before he carefully stood up and leaned in towards me, pausing inches away from my lips as if asking for permission. Without thinking, I closed the distance myself, brushing our lips together. Antonio moved in a little more, making the kiss deeper, but still trying not to push it too far. I snaked my arms around his neck and drew him in, crushing our mouths together. We both moaned as I pulled him onto the bed so that he was crouching above me.
"Lovi, don't think you have to do this. I can wait for you, however long it takes." Although he said that, it was obvious he really didn't want to stop.
"I want this, I want you. But if you dare tell anyone all the sappy stuff I say I will personally cut out your fucking tongue." Antonio laughed at that.
"Don't worry; this side of you is something only I can see" We kissed again and again, our tongues fighting for dominance which Antonio easily won. It was only when Antonio trailed his hand down my body and placed the tiniest amount of pressure did I yelp in pain and Antonio jumped back, almost falling of the bed.
"Maybe we shouldn't..."
"Yeah."
"Maybe after I..."
"Yeah."
There was another awkward silence.
"I'll go and get you some food."
"Yeah."
Antonio went into full retreat, tripping twice before finally making it out the door. I chuckled, he really was a love struck idiot, but who was I to talk.
.O
It was a slow road to recovery; although I wasn't seriously injured it took months for all the bruises to heal. I was surprised to find early on that Antonio had removed the shackle and never put it back on, he said he trusted me. He took me on tours of the ship and gradually gave me more and more freedom, I can now leave the cabin whenever the hell I want and I've met all of the crew. Some of them are less welcoming than others, but everyone is polite. Antonio's very protective of me, every time I'm out with him he always has to touch me in some way, it pisses me off, but I let him do it.
Three months after St. Veronica's Cove, we are again in deep sea when another pirate ship is spotted in the distance, everyone was on high-alert until Antonio recognised the ship. Apparently it was an old friend of his; I would never have imagined the jerk would be friends with the captain of an elaborately decorated French ship. I'd never met a French person before, but I soon wished I hadn't.
"Antonio! Ça va, mon ami? Long-time no see, non?" My God. I don't like stereotypes but, seriously, this guy was French. He had longish blonde hair tied back in a small ponytail with a bow; bangs on both sides of his face. He had sparkling blue eyes with a hint of mischief in them. He wore a light blue coat with gold details and lace... Lots of lace. What self respected pirate wears lace? And, oh great, another ridiculous hat! It was frilly, frilly! Pirates...
"Ah Francis, good to see they haven't caught you yet! I was so sure you were a goner in Puerto Rico."
"Non! Like zey could ever catch me! Toni, vas-y!"
"Ha ha! Be careful what you say amigo. You know Arthur will never give up until you get a short rope and a long drop."
"Ah, but it was wors it! Ze look on that jerks face as I ran off with 'is jewels and ship! Do you like what I've done wis eet? Oh! You must dine wiz us tonight, all of you! We just re-supplied at 'ome and 'ave our best French cuisine, and of course only ze very best wine, onhonhon!"
"¡Gracias, I'm sure we would all be delighted, free booze after all! Oh, right! Lovi, this is Francis. Francis, this is my precious Lovino, Isn't he cute?" He beamed, nuzzling my hair affectionately.
"I. Am. Not. Cute. Bastard!" I yell, swatting him away and folding my arms across my chest defiantly.
"Aw, come on, don't be like that mi tomate! Francis is a dear friend of mine. We and another friend of ours, Gilbert, have known each other for a long time, I can tell you all stories but I will need that wine first!" Francis was smiling fondly and laughing, ordering one of his crew in French. Although I didn't like the look I was getting from him; I shuffled a little closer behind Antonio.
"Hey, I know a Gilbert, Gilbert Beilschmidt. We moved in with the bastard and his brother in England last spring."
"¡Dios mío!"
"Sacré bleu!"
"It can't be!"
"But ze name!"
"Lovi, tell me, what does he look like?"
"Well, he has silver hair and red eyes, he's cocky, an asshole and I don't think I've seen him fucking sober yet."
"Ouais, zat is 'im." Everyone laughed.
"I'm gonna kill the shit face..."
.O
That night we had dinner on the Frenchman's ship in his perfectly suited frigging grand dining room. Who has a fucking dining room on a pirate ship! The food was great, but at one point they tried to feed me something that looked suspiciously like snails. I'm not a big wine drinker but the French have some strong stuff, by my second glass I felt all warm and fuzzy. After dinner we moved back to the Ángel and the real fun began. I might have mentioned it before but the crew is very multicultural, everyone took turns singing drinking songs as another barrel of rum was brought on deck. I was giggling like frigging girl at many people's attempts trying to sing along; it was mostly mumbling and yelling incoherently. Drinking has a god-awful affect on me, instead of my usual 'don't fuck with me' façade, I become, dare I say it, social. So there I was, drinking and singing and laughing along with the people I once hated for being pirates, then...
"'Allo, my cutesy little Lovino. 'Ow would you like to leave silly Antonio and come aboard my sheep and I could show you a real good time, non?" I practically screamed as the jerk crept up behind me and started touching me.
"What the hell! Get your slimy hands off me you asshole!"
"Aww, come on mon cher, what does 'e 'ave I 'aven't? I am by far more beautiful and alluring, look at me!"
"Piss off you stupid pervert or I'll... I'll..."
"I'll kick your sorry ass. I thought you had more manners than to go after my Lovino, huh amigo?" Antonio appeared out of nowhere, making me jump. I had a feeling he had been watching me.
"Eh, you are right, but I can't 'elp 'eet 'e is so cute. You know 'e is just my type."
"Yes, well he's mine. Go back to the party Francis."
"Tch, you're no fun Toni!" Without pushing it any further, Francis left. Good riddance I say!
"T-thank you. But I could have handled it myself!"
"You're welcome, but you don't know Francis like I do." Something about his tone scared me; so I didn't push it either.
.O
Two hours later...
"I'll show you all a real drinking song!" Like I said before, I'm completely drunk at the moment... Addio dignity!
"Bevilo tutto! Bevilo tutto!
Bevilo tutto! Bevilo tutto!
L'ha bevuto tutto,
Non é fatto male,
L'aqua fa male,
Il vino fa cantare!"
After the third time, I bowed and received a big round of applause, most enthusiastically from Antonio. I slumped down next to him, quite proud with my performance. Peter and Lili came running up to him carrying a guitar, every one cheered but he shook his head and refused, the crew erupted in 'boos' and abuse.
"Aww! Come on Captain! Give us a song!"
"NO! I'm really not that good, you guys are always drunk so it sounds better." Peter was pushing it in his face and he kept pushing it away. Eventually I snatched it and stood up.
"Play us a god-damn song, testa di cazzo" He pouted, but obediently took the guitar and quickly tuned it. When he began to play, I was immediately stunned, he was really good, people started to get up and dance wildly. I recognised the tune immediately, it was the Tarantella; how could he know it? Well I'm no professional, and my reflexes aren't so refined in my current drunken state, but who cares.
I begin to dance, for the first time in years; I don't even remember the last time I danced. It was as slow as the Tarantella could be first, but gradually Antonio sped up the music, some of the crew stopped dancing to watch me, cheering me on. I don't know how long it was or how fast I was going but my head started spinning and I felt sick. I stumbled; you know the feeling as you fall like your suspended in air and things move in slow motion and shit? Yep well I felt that. I braced myself for the impact, but instead, felt strong arms wrap themselves around my waist and I crashed into something hard but soft. I look up and into those beautiful green orbs laced with concern.
"I think I'm going to..." I didn't get to finish my sentence before I threw up at Antonio's feet.
"I think that's enough fun for you tonight, Lovi. Excuse us gentlemen." As he lead me away, a few of the crew wolf-whistled. If I wasn't drunk and hadn't just vomited I would have beat them all up.
"Mmmm, I'm fine, really."
"No no no no no, it's time we both went to bed." When we finally reached our... um, his room, he helped me to the bed and headed towards the bathroom to clean off his boots.
"Oh, um, sorry about that" I felt my face heating up, but not from the rum. Antonio smiled as if to say 'don't worry about it'. I started to undress, but too lazy to get pyjamas I got under the covers naked. Stupid idea. When Antonio came out of the bathroom he was already shirtless in only loose linen pants.
"Lovi?! Are you ok?" Idiot! Of course I'm not ok; my body won't listen to me and has a mind of its own!
"Y-yeah, I'm j-just hot." Not far from the truth.
"Then take the blanket off silly" He made a move to pull the blanket away.
"NO!" By now my face would be a glorious shade of red; I gripped the sheets like my life depended on it, or at least my dignity.
"Oh." We were both still for what seemed like an eternity.
"Do you want me to go?"
"N-no, I mean, we could..."
"I don't want to take advantage of you while you're drunk; I said I could wait didn't I?" He placed a small kiss to my forehead.
"What if I don't want to?" I whispered, Antonio sighed.
"I don't know..." His eyes looked heartbroken. He sat next to me on the bed and I shuffled to sit up.
"I'm not going to run away again. I promise. Now kiss me dammit!" I pulled him close, forcing our lips together.
"Mmmm, Lovi..." He purred. We kissed slowly, almost scared to do anything more. My hands tangled in his longer hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to moan. He ran his tongue cautiously along my bottom lip and I eagerly opened my mouth for him; he was an amazing kisser. He had been so kind and gentle as of late but right now, as he claimed and conquered my mouth, he really was a pirate, and I was the booty (no pun intended). My lack of rejection made him bolder, moving the blankets aside to press our chests together. He was so warm it made me involuntarily shiver.
"Lovi?" There was concern in Antonio's voice as he became tense and tried to pull away.
"N-no! So g-good... Mmmnh..." He visibly relaxed at my response and proceeded to trail kisses down my neck and collar bone; marking here and there. Slowly his head came to level with my throbbing manhood and he placed a small kiss on the tip. I had to bite my knuckles hard enough to draw blood to stop the embarrassing noises that threatened to escape and my breathing picked up.
"Don't hurt yourself; I want to hear your voice." IDIOT! Don't say such fucking corny stuff right now! After saying his piece, he immediately engulfed me, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue. Having removed my hand to yell at him before, I couldn't stop the moan that exploded, or the next, or the next. Soon, I couldn't tell when one started and another began. I used one of my arms to cover my face, the other hand bunched into the sheets beside my head.
"Stop hiding Lovi, let me see all your cute expressions. You have such a beautiful face." He whispered, cupping my cheek in his large, warm hands.
"This is s-so e-emb-barrassing..." He laughed at me, sending vibrations through my most sensitive and not-so-private-anymore areas. I practically melted like wax in his hands for him to craft me however he wanted. He was really good, I mean, really good. I felt a pang of... Envy? Against the people Antonio had been with in the past. But before I could dwell on it too much said person released my abused member and began sucking on his fingers. I couldn't stop myself from tensing.
"I can stop if you want." Although he said this his eyes were pleading, almost like a kicked puppy.
"L-like hell! I'm fine, r-really..." I couldn't stop my voice form shaking.
"I'll try and be gentle, but you need to relax." I didn't want to look like an idiot, so I settled for a nervous nod. He kept stroking my length as he inserted the first finger. It wasn't too bad I told myself. Though I will admit it was a... odd sensation having something moving in my ass. The second finger was more than uncomfortable; scissoring his fingers to stretch me more. His fingers brushed past that spot again and I bucked into his hand; when I looked down to see him smirking, the sight made the pit of my stomach coil.
"H-hurry, I'm going too... Ah! Mnnnh..." Antonio hastily removed his fingers to pull down the annoying article of clothing (if you could even call it that) from his own aching arousal. If I wasn't extremely desperate right now the idea that he was using spit as lube would have completely turned me off. I felt something wet and a lot bigger than fingers probe my ass.
"Deep breath, I love you." I could tell the last words were to distract me, and they did their job. While I was stunned at his ridiculous sense of timing, he had slid himself in to the hilt. The numbness didn't last long though; the excruciating pain brought me to my senses. I muffled a scream into Antonio's shoulder and bit down, causing him to yelp. I felt like my insides were splitting me apart.
"Tell me when to move."
"NOW! Now dammit, fuck! It hurts!"
"I'm sorry Lovi." He began moving, small and shallow thrusts but they still hurt like hell. Eventually, I couldn't tell whether it was from my body numbing to the pain or if I was actually starting to get pleasure out of it. Either way, it didn't hurt nearly as bad after a while. Antonio angled his hips and his thrusts were getting harder and faster.
"Ah!" That was the sound of the bastard finally finding my pleasure spot. My hands flew to fist his short chocolate locks and pulling his head into a messy kiss. Once he found it, he didn't miss once, repeatedly hitting the same spot that made my mind go fuzzy and my voice hoarse. I jerked into the movement instinctively, causing Antonio to moan and dig his fingers into my hips. It wasn't enough to be painful; it kinda felt good, his rough hands, that's probably gonna leave a bruise. Wait... What am I, some kind of masochist?!
"Ah!... Antonio! I can't... Nnmh!" I couldn't hold back any longer, apparently neither could he as we both came almost simultaneously. My whole body convulsed with my climax; for a few seconds I lost my mind. I couldn't think, couldn't see, couldn't hear; I could only feel the overwhelming pleasure. Even as Antonio released inside me, I didn't care how much of a pain it would be to clean up. My strength failed me; my arms and legs quivering; my lover collapsed beside me and I curled up onto his chest, breathless.
"Ti amo, pirate bastard." I felt Antonio's chest tremor under me; meaning he chuckled, then placed a kiss to my sweaty forehead.
"Te amo, mi tomate."
.O
A second letter to Feliciano Vargas from Lovino Vargas
December 19th 1758
Dear Feli,
I should have written to you earlier but I'm writing now so get over it. I don't know if you got my last letter so a re-cap:
I was kidnapped by pirates. Yes, yes calm down. Idiot.
I'm back on the ship now, but I'm fine and not being kept here against my will. I guess the reason I wanted to send you this is to wish you a merry Christmas and assure you I'm still alive.
Your brother, Lovino Vargas.
P.S. Warn Gilbert I am going to beat the shit out of him when I get home. And don't bother hiding you bastard 'cause I will find you!
A/N: Hello again! I'm really happy that I finally wrote another longish chapter, I had writers block for a while... It was extra annoying because I knew what I was writing, but didn't know how to write it! *rage keyboard bash* I wanted to update before exams start (tomorrow) but now I have to wait till after them all to write again! :(
Just in case, 'a short rope and a long drop' means hanging, a popular past time in those days.
'Testa di cazzo' means 'shithead'(goooooogle traaaanslaaaate).
I got Lovi's drinking song off Google, just type 'Italian drinking songs' and it should be the first link.
Lol, the letters. I love making Lovi soft by being a mushy big brother. (/)
Again, thanks to all the peeps who read, but I am a greedy child and I want more REVIEWS! More more more more MOOOOOOOORE! *maniacal laughing* *coughing fit* *dies*
Until next time!
~WickedBanana
