A/N: Guys I'm so sorry! I was banned off the computer for the first week of the holidays (Whyyyyyyyy!)
So this isn't part of the Pirate Bastard! story but it is Francis and Arthur's story. It swaps POV and starts off with a flash back from Arthur. Btw he is about 7 in the first one.
I won't be able to update for 2+ weeks because I will have little access to a computer, which is really annoying me and I'm so sorry!
Enjoy!
Chapter 8 (Extra FrUk)
"Oh look! It's Eyebrows! Does Eyebrows want to play wis us? Ohonhon! What a funny joke! Leave us alone, I don't want your ugly to rub off on me!"
"Yeah go away Arthur! You're just going to get hurt and mother will blame me! We don't want you here!"
"Wait! I won't get hurt! I'm not a baby!" My brother and his friend Francis bonded over the fact that they loved to mock me. I hate them both but that doesn't mean I don't want to play with them; they never let me.
"Go home Arthur! Or I'll beat your skinny arse you little runt!" I stop and watch as they run away laughing towards the creek. They always go swimming there; I can't swim but I want them to teach me.
"You jerks!" As soon as their out of sight I trudge back home. Warm tears spilling from my firmly shut eyes. I hate crying; I never let them see, but it still hurts.
"Arthur? Arthur, what's the matter honey?" I jump as my mother makes her way towards me. I quickly wipe away the tears.
"Nothing mother, I've cried before." She looks unconvinced. Her glorious green eyes so similar to mine, burning into me.
"Arthur. You never cried as a baby; tell me what your brother has done this time." My mother is the most beautiful person in the world. She can see right through you and knows everything. People say she's a witch; her stunning green eyes and vibrant red hair, like my brothers, she makes medicine for people using roots and herbs. I wouldn't care if she was, she would be a good witch; she's so kind and gentle I couldn't imagine her hurting someone. Well, other than my brother, he gets smacked a lot with a wooden spoon for being mean to me.
"They won't let me play with them, again." She sighs and sits down next to me, pulling me in to a warm embrace.
"Oh Arthur. You shouldn't care what they think. The only person you need to please is yourself. I will always, always, be on your side. No matter what you chose to do. Come. Let's go find some more ingredients for my potion. If you're lucky we might see the fairies again!" That's what I love most about my mother; she knows exactly what to say to make me feel better.
"O-okay."
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One lovely morning I was out collecting ingredients for mother; talking to the fair-folk I met along the way. Mother and I were the only ones who could see them; but lately she hadn't been feeling well, so I had to go alone. It was the spring of my 15th year. I heard a twig snap close by, indicating somebody was there.
"U-Uni, that's not funny; come out here this instant."
"Wrong mon cher."
"Francis?! What are you doing here?"
"I just 'sought I'd come to say 'ello to my favourite pair of eyebrows. 'ello!" He stumbled towards me.
"Are you drunk? What a pig, looking for some mud to roll around in?" I laugh at my own joke as he continues to stumble, steadying himself on the tree next to me. I stop laughing when I see the look in his eyes; I back away slowly.
"Now now Francis, it was a joke, you're mean to me all the time." He followed me in my retreat; I back up to a tree and he slams me against it, trapping my wrists against the bark. Fear squeezes at my heart.
"Francis, let go of me." I muster all my courage to say the words calmly and forcefully. Then he does something unexpected; he leans in and starts kissing and sucking my neck.
"What the hell?! Stop, mmnh, that!" His knee crept up between my legs. I kicked and struggled against his grip, which he just tightened. He brought my hands together above my head and held them there with one hand as he pulled off his cravat and tied them together
"No! Francis. Stop. Ah! Please..." He used his unoccupied hand to start undoing my shirt. He pushed the fabric aside, gazing lustily at my pale chest rising and falling rapidly.
"So cute." He mumbled into my collar; tracing patterns on my bare stomach. I shivered at the touch. Suddenly his fingers pinched and twisted my nipple; I screamed out, but it wasn't painful. He began sucking on the other one, nipping at the sensitive skin. My whole body shuddered.
"Your face is so red, mon cher. Like a rose. And these little pink buds, delicious." He tugs painfully at the skin. I squeeze my eyes shut; this can't be happening.
"Look, you're already so 'ard 'ere..." He neglects my abused nipples and ghosts his palm over my crotch.
"No... Stop..." I'm fighting desperately against tears. He rips open my pants, exposing me. I wanted to die of embarrassment.
"You say stop, but look at you... Just like a whore. Open your legs more for me Art'ur. Good boy..." He reaches down to his own pants.
"No, Francis... Not like this..." I didn't want this. You were supposed to fall in love first. He didn't love me. He couldn't have known how I... Suddenly his grip goes slack and he falls to the ground. My knees give in but I'm caught by strong arms.
"Alistair!" I cry. Tears freely falling onto his tunic.
"It's ok Arthur, he's stopped now, shhh..."
When Francis woke up, he didn't remember a thing. Alistair stopped speaking to him and he never came over again...
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"Captain Arthur Kirkland, we have new orders for you straight from the King. You are to capture the infamous pirate, Francis Bonnefoy. Use any means necessary, but if possible bring him back here for his hanging."
"Yes Sir."
I splash my face with water. We have been trailing them for months now. We got a tip off from a fishing vessel that they are headed to Puerto Rico. Nobody knows I knew Francis when I was a kid; they can't. I dry my face and dress for the new day; today we will capture Captain Francis Bonnefoy.
"Good mornin' captain."
"Morning. How much further till we reach the island?"
"Nightfall sir."
"Good. We can sneak in under the cover of darkness and surprise them."
"Very good sir, I'll prepare the crew."
Yes, today.
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Here comes the captain of the Dover, the ship that has been sent out to capture me. Ha! It was a trap; we were waiting for them to turn up to capture them.
"Let go of me you vile bloody pirate!" I know that voice. I put my glass of wine down and am met with the sight of Arthur Kirkland. My childhood friends little brother.
"Mon Dieu! Little Eyebrows! It zat really you?! My you 'ave grown up to be quite 'andsome; I might 'ave to take you for myself."
"You make me sick!" He spat at me, hitting my cheek.
"Don't make me kill you, mon cher. Just because you are Alastair's little brozzer does not mean I will be nice to you." I say in my sweetest voice. He flinched and stopped struggling, so cute.
"Zhat's better. Now, what are you doing 'ere? You're not actually captain of a ship now are you? Little baby Eyebrows, wow."
"I have nothing to say to you! Let me go!"
"But I 'aven't 'ad my fun yet! No, I'm going to enjoy zis. Déchargez-le! Allez!." He fell onto his knees and almost onto his face. I stalked over to him and crouched down in front of him, lifting his face in a gentle grip as my men left. He really had grown more handsome; his hair was still roughly cut and short, dirty blonde, massive eyebrows and eyes still sparkling green. The only real difference was the rest of him; he lost baby fat but was still a little chubby, his jaw had angled more and his lips were less plump. But he was still beautiful.
"Please don't hurt me." Tears welled up in his eyes. I was shocked I had never seen him cry before, I thought he was incapable.
"I'm not going to 'urt you Art'ur." I try to soothe him. Suddenly he shoulders me to the floor and struggles to his feet, running for the door.
"Arthur!" I chase after him, catching him right before the door tackling him to the ground. I have him pinned painfully by his shoulders onto the floor, crouching on top of him. He's terrified but still has a hint of defiance in his eyes as his breathing evens out.
"Arthur, if you 'ad wanted me to 'urt you, you could 'ave just asked." I lift him up off the floor and throw him onto the bed.
"NO! Get away from me Frog!" I chuckle at the childish insult.
"Come now Art'ur, is zat se best you can do?" I straddle his hips and teasingly pull at his clothing.
"S-stop it! Ah!" That wasn't right. His face was bright red and he had his eyes slammed shut. That's when I noticed... He was hard.
"Well, well Art'ur. Isn't zis embarrassing. What would your brozzer say?"
"Shut UP!"
"Is eet just me? Or do you like any guy who pins you down?"
"I said SHUT UP!" He was really crying this time. Sobs racked his body I didn't notice was so fragile before.
"Oh mon cher, I didn't want you to cry! I'm sorry." I brushed his hair away from his forehead.
"H-how can you be so m-mean t-then s-so gentle." He spoke through the sobs. It wasn't really a question, more an accusation.
"Shhh, I'm sorry. I'll untie you, if you promise not to try and run away again." He nodded and I got off him. He curled into the foetal position and I undid the bonds.
"I'll 'ave my men let you go. I'll be right..." I was silenced by a kiss. I froze, Arthur was kissing me. The boy I tormented and made fun of, the handsome captain of the Royal Navy I captured. Arthur. It was messy and inexperienced but oddly, right. We broke apart all too soon.
"A-Arthur?" He was looking down, blushing. So cute.
"It's just you." He whispered.
"What?" He never answered me. Before I knew it we were both naked on the bed.
"Ah! Francis..." Arthur squeezed his thighs tighter around my waist; greedily bucking into my own aching cock as our moans filled the air. I reached for a small bottle in the draws beside the bed, applying a decent amount of the substance to my fingers.
"Art'ur, you need to relax, mon amour. Zis will 'urt a little..." He seemed to understand and I easily slid the first finger in. He let out a shaky breath; he was squeezing me beautifully. I let a second join the first, stretching his tight entrance. Arthur dug his nails into my back and arched into my chest, calling out my name. Every time he did, it made my heart skip a beat; he was so beautiful.
"H-hurry up. I c-c-ah -n't." Neither could I. All I wanted was him. My primal instincts took over and I hooked my arm under his trembling knee and positioned myself. He gasped as I started pushing in. I was trying to be gentle, I swear, but I cannot describe the immense pleasure of being inside him. Even in his dirty state he looks like a beautiful angel, and I'm going to hell for tainting him but I don't care. Not right now.
"F-Francis, ah!" I start stroking the inside of Arthur's thighs, dangerously close to his leaking cock but never touching. He moaned painfully.
"Stop teasing you jerk!"
"I wouldn't be giving orders right now, I could make zis really painful for you but I'm not."
"I don't care!" Snap. That was my self-control, gone. I slam the rest of the way in, my balls slapping against his reddened cheeks making the most angelic sound of them all. I let out a content but shaky sigh and Arthur shamelessly screams out. He's panting and writhing beneath me; trembling and moaning.
"Ah! Mmmnh, Francis! Move... Now... Gagh!" He manages through heavy breathing.
"Move what?"
"Please! Please! Move please!" I slowly slide out; it was far easier thanks to how wet he was.
"Art'ur... You are so beautiful." I claim his bruised, abused lips in a passionate kiss; tongues slipping and sliding against one another.
Arthur passed out quickly afterwards; I found myself staring at him while he slept peacefully. My chest ached at what I had to do. A hash knock at the door gave me the strength to break out of my trance.
"Francis? Why did you call me here so late! I was thoroughly enjoying the local delicacy, couldn't it wait till morning?" He whisper-shouts stomping inside. He'd obviously did a lot of drinking earlier; and 'eating'.
"I'm sorry mon ami. But I must ask you for a favour."
"That's not like you Francis, what do you need?"
"Prepare ze Dover and my own crew; we'll be leaving before sunrise."
"Does he have something to do with that?" Toni nudges his head towards the bed suggestively.
"'e is everything."
"Whoa, Francis! Settling down huh? Never thought it would happen, but good for you!" His face falls at my pained expression.
"You're taking him with you right?"
"Non."
"What?! Francis, you obviously love him! Why are you running away! I would do anything to make the one I love happy!" Toni was in hysterics, he was always the more traditional romantic. Unless he was drunk.
"Look." I hand him the piece of paper in my hand. He reads over it, twice and finally says something.
"Oh. But if you kidnap him?"
"Zey will send someone stronger. I'm a dead man Toni. 'e deserves better, someone reliable, not me."
"Does he love you? You could fake your death and retire!"
"I'm not discussing zis wis you now! Please Toni, just do me zis favour and leave me be."
"I'm your friend Francis, I'm not going to let you do something you're going to regret!" Arthur stirred slightly in the bed.
"Please." I whisper.
"Are you absolutely sure?" He whispers back. I have to swallow the lump in my throat to answer.
"Oui." He sighs, massaging his temple.
"I'm not doing you a favour amigo, I'm condemning you."
"Thank you." Toni quietly exits and I'm left alone with Arthur. I brush my fingers along his cheek and he moans cutely. Again my heart aches at the thought of leaving him, but someone as pure and beautiful as him doesn't deserve someone like me. If I stay with him I'll never let him go, ever. I have to leave him, it's for the best.
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I woke up a little while after falling asleep; Francis was walking around the room, almost fully dressed. Panic rose in my heart. Was he leaving me?
"Francis?" He jumped at my voice; like being caught red handed by your mother stealing out of the cookie jar.
"Oh, Art'ur, you're awake."
"Where are you going?" His fake smile fell.
"Art'ur, listen..."
"Don't go." My voice was cracking; the panic breaking through. Tears pricked behind my eyes and a lump in my throat made it hard to breathe.
"I..." He fidgeted where he stood, itching to go.
"Stay with me. Please Francis." We stared at each other, his blue against my green.
"Okay." He walked back over to the bed and climbed in beside me. I curled up next to him, fisting my hand in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tightly. I wanted to tell him so much, but I lost the words as I succumbed to sleep.
The next time I woke up it was from the sun shining brightly on the white sheets. I felt around the mattress, Francis wasn't there. I opened my eyes slowly and scanned the room.
Francis was gone.
"What did I expect..." I buried my face in the messy sheets. Anger bubbled up in my chest.
"Bloody frog! I swear I'll get you for this! Fucking, asswipe, shitfaced baboon, bloody, TROUSERS! Shit!" I cover my mouth, hopefully nobody heard me. I notice a single red rose on the pillow beside me with a piece of parchment.
'I'm sorry. For now, and all those moments past. Forgive me.'
"You really don't remember..." I cradle the paper against my chest.
"Francis..."
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"Ergh! 'Ow bland!" Arthur's room was awful! It was so empty and bare; no detail at all! How could anyone live like this?! Yes it was clean, incredibly so, but boring!
"Zis will not do!" I plonked myself on the bed. But there was something incredibly uncomfortable under the pillow. There was a pistol, God bless his soul, and an old book. The book had 'Journal' written in gold across the cover. Curiosity fuelled me; I flicked through, but my attention was drawn to the latest entry. Written yesterday:
Journal Entry Number 115
I dreamt about him again. It's becoming a regular occurrence ever since I was given the orders. I'd almost forgotten about him until then, what he did to me. I had Abigail, Peter on the way; I was distinguished member of the Royal Navy. I was happy running away from the past; it seems now I'm ordered to chase after it. Of course I couldn't refuse, they would call me a coward and I'd lose everything I had built for my family. I really don't know how I'm going to react seeing him again after all this time. I could cry, get angry, confess everything, tell the truth, lie. I find myself wondering how much he has changed; will he remember me? Will he remember what happened all those years ago? How will he react? Will he make me fall for him again? Would I be able to kill him if I had to? No. I can't think like this. I will surely go mad. I have to show determination for the crew. If they ever found out I knew him? How I felt, feel, about him. I can only pray my heart will survive long enough to do what I have to.
Today we will capture Captain Francis Bonnefoy, the man I love and hate, till death do us part.
"Oh Arthur..." I couldn't move. It's not possible. All this time. Even after what I did to him...
"I'm sorry." Images of Arthur that evening flooded my mind: blushing after he kissed me, calling out my name, his pleading eyes when he asked me to stay. This bed was Arthurs; it still smelt like him, like a forest. How anyone could still smell like a forest out at sea amazed me. My hand drifted downward, stopping at my crotch. I slipped my pants down, exposing my hardening erection.
"You'd probably 'ate me, uh, doing zis in your bed." I gave myself a good stroke, imagining I was holding Arthur again.
"Je t'amie Art'ur, you will never know."
A/N:
I Regret Nothing...
