A/N: …Ironically, I came up with this little sequel whilst having a bath. Enjoy! (Starts in Haddock's POV)

It really goes on from anywhere, but your best bet is probably the end of the last chapter.

Oh, and I almost forgot – thanks for all the kind reviews! It's always terrifying when I put up a new story, especially one with territory as uncharted (in my own circumstances) as the Tintinverse, so your lovely reviews brightened my week exceedingly and made me a little less fearful that a wormhole of unhappy Tintin-traditionalists are going to suck me into an abyss called Hopelessness.

Chapter Two – Bathtime Words

After the whole baking incident, we decided to take things at an easier pace; of course, there were still some questions that needed asking.

"Come on, Captain; you can't honestly tell me you never licked the bowl as a kid?"

"Perfectly unhygienic, even for a sailor." I chastised back, "And I thought you of all people would know better."

"It wasn't in my plans to fall for a rugged sea captain; and a voyeuristic one at that!" he smirked knowingly, "I performed that little show just for you."

I smiled myself, "Thank god; you'll be the death of me if you keep any more of that up."

"But you still love me."

I do. I love this stupid, amazing young man.

I looked down at out respective bodies, and laughed, "Think we're both in need of a shower." Or a very intimate bath.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." he grinned and leant against me, obviously motioning for us to head to his room as his own legs weren't up for the journey.

I'd given him the best room in the house (besides mine), where I could see all manner of paper, newspapers and other journalism paraphernalia littering the accommodating room. The boy buried himself in his work, it was true. How we'd manage to go for a second – or third – round on that already-burdened bed, I'll never know.

His smile never faltered as he led me past his enormous workload, to the surprisingly clean and tidy bathroom beyond.

I heard the sound of water running, but my eyes (and most of my brainpower) were firmly focused on my lover's backside. The swollen, reddened hole was a bit of an eyesore, though one that I had gladly created.

I knelt down in front of his wonderful arse, pleased that he was too preoccupied with the shower to notice nor care. I gave his puckered opening an experimental lick, watching and waiting as the muscles danced under my torturous tongue.

He groaned, his head flopping down onto the edge of the bath while one hand clung to the shower door for dear life. My smile widened, as did his eyes.

After a few minutes, I found the spot that I knew would drive him crazy, and continued lapping at his traitorous core. Even as I did this, he lost the power in his arms altogether and hung over the tub from the waist up.

He began trying to find friction the bathtub, and I nearly laughed. When had I reduced this resolutely perfect virgin into a man who was about to further slip up in his own precum?

I held him still as the last vestiges of control washed away from his body and mind, and decided he was still too fragile to stand up in a shower for long. I placed him in the bath, filling it with warm water and watching Tintin sink into the cleansing waves. I soon realized the water was turning white from the amount of seed we had exchanged – and he was probably coming all over again, if his face was anything to go by. Not to say I wasn't enjoying the sight, but every pulse of hot seed made me jealous that I wasn't getting the same effect, whatever it was.

I returned from my daze to find him gesturing to the other end of the tub as the entire thing was refilled with fresh water, "Join me?"

I was overjoyed when he entered the water, but his face told a different story, "Tintin, I…"

I put a finger to his lips, "Shh. This isn't time for talking." I pulled a bottle of bath soap from one of the ledges, laving it on my captain and feeling his body relax under my questing fingers.

I grinned, watching his eyes close and the back of his head hit cold porcelain. He began writhing questionably when I reached his groin, which told me he'd had enough of my ministrations for one day.

He saw his opportunity and pulled me into his arms, and I wouldn't want to get out of his strong grip for the world.

"You fucking tease." he whispered, sucking my neck idly. I was about ready to reply when he flipped me over and drove himself into me, ragged breaths now coming out as passionate howls.

I barely noticed his beard scratching my shoulder blades as he re-evaluated his angled, bearing down on me from behind with one of those brilliant arms coming to hold me up at the waist. I was shaking violently, I conceded, though whether this was from my own or Haddock's frantic movements was one mystery I'd never figure out.

Somewhere distantly he growled my name, but my ears were deafened to anything but my own breathing. I found an ounce of strength in lower body and slammed back against him, now impaled on his shaft as he continuously filled me to the brink of destruction.

I was in too much ecstasy to speak, but most likely I would have proclaimed my love to anyone who could hear it, were the ability present. Through my blissful state I felt a hand coming round to jerk me off in time with the culprit's shortening thrusts.

"Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren't we?" he chastised, but part of my mind only took in the sharp tone while my entire body was otherwise occupied.

I changed the angle on his pulsing cock, briefly cheating him out of his rhythm before he found the sweet spot to end it all.

"Mon amour…" I whispered as all consistency left our movements and I soaked his hands with seed.

His ego would no doubt be inflated for months after this – the handsome, burly sea captain who had finally been the one to reduce the bravest young journalist in the the universe to a quivering wreck – but I didn't care, couldn't with all the wonderful feelings that surfaced.

He muttered back something unintelligible, I couldn't quite make out if it was French or English; whatever the words or language, the meaning still stood clear amongst the again sullied water.

And those beautiful eyes that bore into me with such an intensity, I knew he was too far gone to be properly looking, his gaze occasionally shifting to meet my sodden loins.

"Tintin, I…"

I pulled him into a kiss (quite tricky from our current position) and whispered again, "Let go…"

He rocketed into his orgasm, grasping my hips enough that they'd be bruised in the morning and emptying himself inside of me in a few short pulses.

We were both sated, but not enough that one of us couldn't move.

I'll admit, seeing Calculus standing in the doorway was a shock nonetheless.

"Cuthbert, it's not what it–" I began.

"Ooh, conserving water I see!"

I blinked twice, thrice at the madman who had just walked in on us, dumbfounded. Please don't let him see the water, please don't let him see the water…

"And a milk bath, how very trendy!" Cuthbert turned to leave, and I breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't keep you any longer, gentlemen; I was just coming to see if either of you would like to help me test out my latest invention."

"We'll be right with you." I squawked, clasping a hand on Tintin's mouth to stop his giggles from escaping.

"Splendid." he turned back to us for a second and sniffed the air. I held my breath, realizing our cover was probably blown.

"And what is that smell… Sugar and lactose?"

I quickly nodded, "Yes, baking. Me and the boy needed to wash off."

"Ah, well. Make sure to save a slice for me!" he yelled back, finally exiting the room.

Words escaped me once he was out of earshot, but I looked down and saw an extremely bemused Tintin shaking his head and mouthing the words 'He's not getting a single piece!'.

A/N: The idea was always to have a surprise visit from Professor Calculus at the end, I just didn't know how to write that bit up until today XD

This only comes to about two pages in OpenOffice (my usual amount for a chapter of anything in 4/5) so I really feel like I've cheated you all on this one. You decide! The last chapter seemed pretty well received.

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