Luckily, the crew didn't seem to grow suspicious as to why the errand boy would disappear into the Captain's quarters for long periods of time, and return exhausted. Anything the Captain did was fine with them, it seemed.

It was after one of these sessions that Alfred was lying in his hammock, having been told to get some sleep. He swung his leg, that simple motion making the whole contraption move as well. His body was tired, there was no doubt about it, but his mind was wide awake, thoughts of his latest sword fighting lesson with Aiber and his latest request from the Captain still playing around behind his closed eyelids. One of the other men in the room was snoring, but he had grown used to the sound, having slept in the same room with ten other men for the last couple of months. Or had it only been a month?

Suddenly there was a loud noise from outside. A cry and a bell. All the men that had been sleeping a second ago were now falling out of their hammocks, ready to fight. Alfred followed, sword in hand. If there was going to be a fight, he would at least help.

On deck, there were twenty men, and none of them appeared to be part of the crew from the Victory. He looked to the side and saw the reason. They were also pirates, but that fact didn't change anything. They weren't here for a hand shake.

Immediately all of the crew started fighting as hard as they could. They weren't used to being on this side of the ambush, but this was their home and they would protect it as much as they could. Alfred pulled out his sword, not completely sure what to do. But, having no idea what was going on had never stopped him before.

He was about to join in a fight with a nasty looking guy, but a different man came at him suddenly. Alfred blocked a swipe he had barely seen coming. He had always done his practices in daylight, but now it was almost pitch black. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep up blocking the blows like this, so decided that a good offence was the best defence and stabbed at where the man had been a second ago. It was obvious he was more skilled at this, but Alfred had determination. He also knew that there was a floor board close to here that was loose, and if he got this guy exactly where he wanted him...

He retreated slightly, looking like he was giving up. The man stepped forward, sensing victory. Perfect. Alfred stomped his foot down, and the end of the floor board came up, catching the man in the crotch. The look on the man's face was almost comedic, and Alfred would have laughed if he wasn't fearing for his life.

He put his sword under his double chin, unsure what to do. If they had still been fighting, he would have had no problem killing this man, but this was now cold blood. He kicked away the sword that had fallen to the ground, however.

Someone behind him fell, knocking Alfred off balance for a second. But that was enough. The man knocked away Alfred's sword, and reached into his jacket. Eyes wide, the blond watched in slow motion as his opponent pulled out a small dagger. Almost faster than he could watch, it glinted in the moonlight as it was thrust forward, impaling him in the stomach.

His awareness of the movement around him stopped as pain blossomed in his gut. Alfred lurched forward, grabbing for the knife. He saw the man's mouth curl into a smile as he was about to take it out to finish the job.

That smile was still on his face as a cutlass slid under his chin and continued, completely decapitating him.

Alfred hardly noticed that his opponent was killed as he fell forward, only to be caught by a strong hand. He was placed on the floor face up, so he could see Arthur's concerned face. "Shit! Are you alright? I don't think I can get you to the Doctor's now."

The knife still in his stomach, Alfred smiled weakly. "I'm fine. Hurts less than -ugh- having sex with you." He gave a small laugh at his joke, only to have his face twist in pain. His breath was coming in gasps. "Behind you!"

Arthur turned quickly, stabbing the man through his chest that had been trying to sneak up on him. "I have to get you somewhere." He glanced around the surrounding area, needing a hiding place quickly.

"No, it's fine, sir, your men need you." He closed his eyes in pain, feeling like his stomach was on fire. He clenched his teeth, and with one hand, grabbed the handle of the knife. He pulled it out as fast as he could, and cried out in pain.

Arthur suddenly put his arms under Alfred's legs and back, picking him up. He heard him groan from being moved, but he had to do it. England took him to some boxes that were nearby, putting him behind them as carefully as he could. "Now shut up and put pressure on that wound." He stood up, turning around with his sword raised. He stood his ground, making sure no one could get behind those boxes.

Alfred lay there, hand on his wound. To not make any sounds, he put some of his shirt in his mouth. It was also something he could bite down on to help deal with the pain. He could hear the battle going on, but had no clue what was happening. Damn, he was still loosing blood. He could feel his head start to feel light, and his eyes want to close. Fuck, it hurt!

Soon, the remaining enemy pirates fled back to their own ship. Arthur threw down his cutlass and moved the boxes, calling someone over for help. Alfred was looking pale, but he was still alive. "You take his feet. Keep pressure on it, Alfred." They lifted him up as carefully as possible, and he could tell that Alfred would have gasped in pain had he not been biting his shirt. They took him to the small room the Doctor had for wounded, where he was treating a small cut on a man's arm.

As soon as he saw Alfred, he cleared a spot to lay him down. He lifted up his shirt and nodded to the boy that helped him. "He'll need stitches. Let's hope it didn't get any vital organs."

England took one of Alfred's hands as the Doctor took out a needle. He put some more of his shirt in his mouth. "Bite on it, as hard as you can, and squeeze my hand." The blond gave a small nod, and then shut his eyes as the first stitch was done. He could hardly feel the needle go through his skin, it was just the wound being touched that hurt the most. He squeezed Arthur's hand and clenched his teeth, waiting for it to be over.

"Last one, and... there." The boy cut the thread, and it was over. He put a bandage on it, and as they were moving Alfred to one of the beds on the side of the room, he fell into peaceful sleep.

Arthur grabbed a chair, putting it beside Alfred's bed and sitting down. The man that had helped carry him in - Phillip, he saw now - stood behind him. "You know, Cap'n, last year I dislocated my shoulder. The Doc had to put it back in, which hurt a hell of a lot more than getting it out did. And, through that whole time, you didn't hold my hand." He said with a smile. He wasn't accusing. No one on this ship would accuse the Captain of anything.

Smiling, he replied. "Alright, perhaps I have grown a little fond of my errand boy. Is that a crime?" He kept watching his sleeping face, glad that it was without pain for the moment.

Phillip gave a small laugh. "No, it's not a crime. It's a good thing, actually. Makes you seem more human than the God we all think you are." He gave England a light pat on the shoulder to show he meant no harm by his words and headed out of the sick bay. The Doctor was still there, attending to minor cuts and scrapes. But Arthur was determined not to leave until his errand boy woke up.

.oOo.

It was a few hours later when Alfred woke up. The sun had not yet risen, and everyone had gone to bed, but his Captain was still there. "Ah, finally awake, are you? Gave us all a right scare there." He never had been one for bedside-manners.

Alfred gave a tired smile. "Well, looks like your stuck with me for a while longer." He let his head fall into the hard pillow. "Seems like I can't be your 'errand boy' for a few days, too."

An elegant eyebrow raised, England looked around the room. "There is no one here but us. I see no reason why you can't be my 'errand boy' right now." He said with a smile. It was warmer, lately. Not so ruthless.

A shallow laugh, so as not to make his wound hurt more. "Sir, I cannot think of any position where I'm not lying flat on my back, and I can't do much else if I don't want to rip my stitches." Even after being stabbed, he still had the same cocky smile.

With a seductive smirk, England stood up and bent over, kissing Alfred passionately. Then he carefully lifted a leg, putting it on the bed. While distracting the blond with his lips, he manoeuvred his body so that he was straddling him on the small bed. Then he pulled away. "I can think of one." And with that, he pulled down his pants slightly so they rested under his hips, and slipped three of his fingers in his mouth.

At this point, there was no chance of misunderstanding what the Captain meant to do. He looked straight at Alfred as he wet his own fingers with saliva. Alfred grinned, hoping that this wouldn't tear his stitches.

Taking his fingers out of his mouth, Arthur put them at his own entrance, determined to give his 'lover' as much of a show as he had given him that first time. The first finger went in, and he gasped at the strange feeling. Not that he had never been on bottom before, it had just been a long time. Probably about 50 years, if he remembered correctly. The stupid Frenchman hadn't given him a choice.

"Sir, is it alright if I touch myself?" He asked, already knowing the answer. But he still had to ask, because he was sure to get more turned on than he had been in a while.

"No. Errand boys must be -uhn...- patient. You can wait your turn." He put another finger in, loosening the tight muscle. Damn, he had forgotten how good this felt. Still thrusting his fingers in and out, he sat up so he could use his hand to untie Alfred's pants. He took out his cock, which was already getting hard. He bent back down so he was leaning on his hand, hovering over top of Alfred. He added the third finger and gave a small moan, trying to find that place that the bloody frog always found so easily.

Alfred got his arms underneath him, so he could lean up and kiss those panting lips. A few seconds later, Arthur took out his fingers quickly and put his hand on the blond's chest, pushing him back down. "Don't lean up. You could rip your stitches." Since he had already pulled his fingers out, he figured it was time, so England grabbed Alfred's cock, lining it up with his hole.

As he pushed back, feeling the intruding appendage, Arthur leaned down, kissing that delectable mouth. He heard Alfred groan when he was in him all the way. Not giving himself time to adjust, England started moving his body, giving him pleasure from behind. He also rubbed his cock on Alfred's lower stomach, not having a hand to jerk himself off.

Reaching down, Alfred grabbed England's needy cock. "Do you want -mn- me to help you with this? Captain?" He said, slightly breathless. Actually being inside Arthur was so amazing. He couldn't decide which he liked better, being on the 'bottom' or the 'top'.

"Yes, fucking yes. And call me -ahh- Arthur." England said, closing his eyes, with his head back. So possibly he was playing the part, but it did feel like heaven. And, for some reason, when he had a prick up his arse, his mouth could never stop making sounds. Especially when it hit his sweet spot just like it did and oh!

Alfred wanted so badly to thrust deeper, but the pain in his stomach told him that even this wasn't good for fresh stitches. He suddenly felt his Captain tighten around his shaft, almost bringing him to the edge. His thumb rubbed the underside of his cock, following a vein. His head fell back onto the hard pillow, unable to keep it up any longer. After this, he thought, he was going back to sleep.

Arthur moved his hips as fast as he could, trying to get as much pleasure from this as possible. He knew that it was probably a bad idea to be doing this when Alfred had just been stabbed a few hours ago, but right now he just wanted release. A few more hits to his prostate, and he figured he would have it. He leaned down to get a different angle, putting his hands on his errand boy's chest. Damn, it pissed him off somehow that he was still wearing a shirt.

"Arthur, Arthur," Alfred mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, "Fuck, so good, Arthur. Hn, I'm going to cum." He tightened his grip on Arthur's shaft, wanting to make him cum as well. He could tell England picked up his pace, and amazingly he went even deeper. The blond pirate bent down farther so their lips met, mouths opening immediately. As their tongues explored the now-familiar mouths, Alfred finished, filling up England till he was overflowing.

The feeling of being filled with Alfred's seed made Arthur climax, covering his hand, a little getting on his shirt. He moved up, so that his cock fell out, and laid down on top of Alfred, making sure that he wasn't on his wound. They lay there, catching their breath. After a few minutes, Arthur opened his mouth. "I suppose I should go back to my quarters." But he didn't move, still laying on him.

Alfred lifted one of his hands, putting it on England's back. "Well then, there would be a mutiny. Because I want you to stay here."

An exhausted smiled appeared on Arthur's face, that his errand boy couldn't see. "Well, we wouldn't want a mutiny."

Alright, one more chapter to go! Then this short story is finished!

So, just thought I should give you all some information. The ship Victory was a real ship (which looks sexy! I never thought a ship could look sexy but it can!) and it was Captained by a man named Edward England. Once I found out his last name was England, I figured I just had to use it.