A/N:Omg I don't think I have EVER gotten so much feedback from a single chapter before….EVER! Thank you so, so, SO for your kind reviews! My jaw dropped, and I would do a sitting dance every time there was an alert that the story had a new comment! Once again I apologize for the delay, it has been very, VERY hectic, and once again I found myself rewriting most of this chapter. I think its going to become a trend now – rewriting my chapters!

IMPORTANT: I added another warning to the Warnings section. Character deaths. So, please make sure to read the chapter warnings for the individual chapters.

Disclaimer: Hetalia and all characters are not mine. Languages other than English are curtsey of Google Translate.

Pairings: Spain/S. Italiy(Romano), Sweden/Finland.

Warnings: This is not a very nice story. Violence, brutality, nonconsensual sexual situations and character deaths. Lots of it. There are religious tones, especially in the first chapters. Read at your discretion.

Chapter Warning: NCS, Rape, Violence.

Il Diavolo Sorriso
Chapter Three
Rescue Me From Evil, Protect Me From Cruel

Lovino had half expected the Captain's cabin to be filled with silks and tapestries of embroidered red and gold, piles of stolen booty reaching the ceiling shimmering and sparkling, with cages of exotic animals and perhaps a skeleton perched on a chair – for surely a man whose senses had deserted him like would converse with the corpse of a man he had slain as if he were a living and breathing part this merry crew of murderers and sadists.

Instead he found a decent-sized square room, with a large table nailed in the center, covered with maps and three compasses. On the walls were more maps, each with quickly sketched writing and arrows drawn across their yellowed parchment. There was a four posted bed built into the wall, a gray sheets covering a mattress, and a worn single pillow sitting at the head. At the foot of the bed there was a simple unadorned casement with a worn rusty lock. A cabinet stood beside the bed, bolted shut, and on its top were a metal basin of water and lit candles, and it was there that Lovino found the captain, hatless, coatless, and washing red from his face and hair.

Tino slipped silently away from his side, shutting the door softly with a light click of the lock.

He stood there feeling like a fool, holding the tray with steaming food and unsure what to do with himself. While on the Melody it was the cook's honor to personally serve his Captain Smith his daily meals. The man always flourished the tray, with perfectly white napkins, and silverware that Lovino polished right before it was served. The cook always came back blushing in happiness, stating that like always the captain found the meal they cooked satisfactory, and looked forward to the next meal. The thought of the murdered men weighed on the Italian's heart, a heavy and cold rock. Without meaning to his look becoming heated and bitter as he gazed at the source of their demise.

"If looks could kill, I would have been dead the moment you crossed the threshold." Captain Carriedo was drying his hair with a towel, his shirt was unbuttoned, now changed and clean - the soiled one dumped on the floor beside his bare feet. "How was your first day on my Emma?" The Spaniard asked, his face still covered by the threads of the towel.

Lovino shifted uncomfortably; too sullen to answer without having risk of running his mouth and surely dooming himself. Instead, his mind suddenly drifted at the sight of this man, studying the way the flickering illumination of the candlelight's doused the pirate's skin in dark bronze, shadows hiding, but giving enough glimpse to see how in another life perhaps Carriedo would have been the perfect model for a painter.

In memory he could hear a familiar voice begging, "Just once let me paint you, Lovino. I want to show you how beautiful it is when the sun catches your eyes!" It had been a frivolous request, one made after Lovino had tried to woo a pretty girl, and she in turn shattered his heart by saying that she much preferred his fairer brother. Feliciano had found him sulking and tried to cheer him up. Lovino had refused, unable to even look at his brother in his misery.

And now Feliciano was gone, and Lovino wished his brother were beside him, painting a picture of the monster in front of him.

At his silence, the man wrapped the towel around his neck, grabbing both ends with his hands as he stood up tall and turned to his audience. Green eyes looked fresh, sparkling with energy despite how long the day had been, and how active it had started. Lovino found himself being scrutinized by the pirate captain, feeling calculative appraising eyes studying him from head to toe. It made his skin crawl and the hairs on his arms stand, his empty stomach turned, and suddenly the rooms seemed so much more smaller, the atmosphere stuffy and suffocating.

His instincts were telling him to run, flee, throw the food into this man's face and fling himself to the door, tear it open and jump overboard. He was safer in the blackness of the ocean and carnivorous animals of the depths than with this devil standing before him.

"You have not eaten, have you?" Captain Carriedo abruptly asked, startling the Italian from his panicked thoughts. "Place the food on the table and sit. We shall dine together tonight, for there is much to discuss."

Lovino mindlessly obeyed, placing the tray onto the tabletop, then slipping some of the maps out from beneath it to make room. He glanced up at the pirate to find him unlocking his cabinet and pulling out a bottle of wine, spoons, a saucer and two mugs. The young man could only stare when Carriedo turned back to him with a grin.

"Sit, sit!" he waved at him, setting down the saucer with a spoon and mug then throwing himself down in a chair, and taking his plate of food and placing a large portion of it in the saucer. "You need to eat your fill! You're a growing lad, after all. Still got all your teeth. Wouldn't be good to have you lose them so early from starving yourself, right?"

Carefully, oh so slowly, Lovino lowered himself into the second chair. He looked down at his serving, then back at the pirate captain who was already devouring his portion with great enthusiasm. After a second of watching such a disgusting display, Lovino took the second spoon and took a bite. It wasn't the best, but it was hearty and still warm. Still, despite the way his stomach grumbled, wanting sustenance, he could not will himself to take more than three bites.

There was something very, very wrong...

Captain Carriedo reached for the wine bottle, twisting the cork off the head and pouring some into the two mugs. He lifted both, and offering one to Lovino, one dark brow lifted and lips still pulled back in a grin.

"Drink, mi italiano!" Even in the flickering candlelight, his teeth were bright white, eyes glimmering and staring right at him. "There is much to celebrate, and I would have you in good cheer."

Lovino took the offered mug, and sipped at it, watching as the pirate chugged the whole thing down. With a happy gasp, the man slammed the mug down and poured himself another cup. "Despite what De Kaizer says, it had been a bountiful day," he said, drinking. "We were hoping for more arms and food, but we made up in acquiring men that were sorely needed. Emma has been understaffed. Gilbert and Francis were starting to make a fuss. So, though a few, it was enough to quiet everyone for the time being." He finished his cup and Lovino watched in concern as the man poured himself some more, a flush already forming on dusky cheeks.

"And we cannot forget you!" The pirate reached forward a grasped Lovino by the side of his neck. Lovino let out a startled sound and dropped his cup as he was pulled forward, red wine spilling onto the table and staining some of the nearby maps. Unconcerned, Captain Carriedo leaned in so that they were nearly nose to nose, Lovino able to smell the alcohol on the other man's breath. "Berwald is quite happy with you, told me that you know your way around the kitchen. That man doesn't say much, but when he does it is wise to listen. I made the right choice sending you to him, eh?"

"What is wrong with you?" Lovino found himself voicing his question aloud, the question that was making his insides shiver, and his joints stiffen from the moment Tino appeared with the order for him to serve this mad man. The man was off.

Carriedo's brows came up at the impetuous question, and he pulled back a bit – though not lessening his hold on the young Italian. "Wrong?" he asked. "Perhaps I was wrong from birth? What do you see, mi italiano, when you gaze at me with such heat in your eyes?"

Lovino's shoulders twitched at the endeared term, finding himself bold as he snapped, "I see a fool who babbles and drinks beside a man he has kidnapped. I see a sinful man who is damned by his actions."

"Ah, you said that before," Captain Carriedo said with a snort, his hand lifting from Lovino to pour himself some more wine and downing it. "You said that I was damning you by bringing you onto my ship."

"You forced me to join your crew of lawless and godless men," Lovino snapped, his fists clenching. "You forced me to sign your articles in a farce hope that it will bind me to you while you commit crimes worthy of the devil himself."

"Are you damned here in my presence, eating my food, drinking my wine?"

Feeling his neck become warm with anger, Lovino said, "Nothing could be redeeming in staying so close to you. There is something foul in a man's soul if he is capable of committing the depraved acts your performed on my crewmates and my captain."

The boy startled when the Spanish man threw his head back and laughed uproariously. "Your crewmates?" The man cackled, pushing himself up from the table and standing. "Your captain?" Alarmed, Lovino scrambled to his feet, accidently knocking the chair over to the floor with a loud bang. Before he had a chance to even step back, the pirate's arm shot forward and tangled into the front of his shirt, yanking him forward so that Lovino was nearly pulled onto the table. "Did you forget, joven, that you are now part of my crew, and that I am your captain?" Another arm wrapped itself around Lovino's shoulders, pulling him so close that his head was beside the other man's. Lips neared him, so close he could feel Carriedo's warm moist breath against the fine hairs of his ear.

On instinct, Lovino's arms shot forward, pushing hard at the man's chest and shoving him back. He managed to sidestep the table, but the pirate did not release him, both arms now over him in a mock embrace. He looked up at the man, quavering inside, yet not wanting to give the pirate the satisfaction of seeing his fear. Arms outstretched to keep the other at a distance, his back hunching in an attempt to loosen the limbs that surrounded him, he growled lowly, "Get your hands off me, bastard, this instance!"

He only had a second to catch something dark and foul flashing in the pirate's eyes, for the next instant Lovino found his back coming into contact with the door, a hand wrapped like a noose around his neck and holding him in place. He let out a gasp, and took hold of the arm that captured him, digging blunt nails through the sleeves and into flesh.

The captain's brow wrinkled in irritation as Lovino sank his fingers deeper. With a hiss, he took hold of one of the young man's wrists, and slammed it beside his head with such force that Lovino yelled out in pain, afraid that the pirate had snapped it in half. Carriedo bent down at his knees and brought his face so close that their noses nearly touched. "Though your fire amuses me, niño, I will remind you that I am your captain, and command your every move and breath. You will speak to me accordingly."

Lovino sputtered out a laugh despite the hand over his throat, "Or what? Will you tie me to the mast and whip me? Or cut out my tongue, have me cook it and eat it before you put me out of my misery? Or perhaps you will have me boiled to death?" He gave the man a pitying look and snorted, "I'd rather you hurry up and do with me as you intended from the beginning, rather than mock me with such a performance. I know you will eventually kill me, for I am useless on your ship. I will not become a part of your mad crew."

"Oh?" Carriedo moved his hold on the neck, letting his grasp loosen so that the hand came more to cup Lovino's jaw, right below the ear, and firmly nudged his head up. The Italian let out an uncomfortable grunt, unnerved by how much closer it brought the man to him. "Did you not sign my articles, pledging your loyalty to me?" the pirate captain asked. "I was surprised by how you wrote down your name with the skill of a man of word." He leaned to the side, and whispered right into his ear, "Lovino Vargas, mi italiano, my newest acquisition from an English ship."

Lovino forgot to breath when the seaman stepped closer, bringing their chests together so that he could barely see over his clothed shoulder, an invading knee pressed between his and pressed agonizingly right into his crouch. When Lovino jerked to the side, trying to immediately escape, the hand on his jaw tangled into his hair and held him still, the other over his wrist squeezing in warning.

"You say to do as I originally intended," the man purred, ignoring how the other had broken out into a sweat, his breath quickening in anxiety. "Do you fully understand what I intended the moment you looked up at me with your damning eyes? What I intended when I called you to my cabin?"

"Unhand me!" Lovino yelled; his voice high in growing terror as the man crushed him so that he could feel the man completely. He could feel what was hot and firm stirring at the front of the pirate's pants and pressing into his thigh. "I will not do this, you son of bitch! Let GO!"

Though pinned against the door, Lovino managed to swing his only free arm, and slammed an open palm to the side of Carriedo's face, knocking the head away from him. In the moment that the pirate had his head to the side, he surged forward with all his might, feeling his captured arm burn at the shoulder with the force of his attempt. He kicked out one of his legs, trying to knee the man's hip fruitlessly, and then dropped his full weight down to try to break free.

Carriedo whistled as he maneuvered himself so that he could catch Lovino's weight, snatching his other flailing wrist, and twisted him forward so that the young man nearly fell face-first to floor. "Ah, a luchador! But untrained and clumsy, and your muscles so thin and fragile like a woman's." The man laughed and pulled Lovino towards the bed.

With an enraged cry, the young man tried to dig his feet into the floor, his heels burning as he was dragged onward. "Stop!" Lovino's voice broke in his panic, mortified and horrified at what the pirate planned to do with him. He could feel his heart pounding in his head, and even when he fell to his knees in an attempt to stall, the man was undeterred, bending his knees and scooping up the fighting Italian from behind, an arm around the waist.

"No!" Lovino struggled, fought, kicking his legs, and twisting his head in as he tried to look over his shoulder at the man behind him. "For the love of God, don't do this!" He begged.

Carriedo released his hold of him once at the bed, flinging him down on his belly so that the air rushed out of his lunges with a whoosh. He pressed himself down on Lovino when the young man tried to weasel off the bed, hands tangling into the sheets when the man pulled him further onto the center of the comforter. Lovino could do nothing but scream when one of his hands was taken and pinned beside his hip, the other uselessly trying to hit back, but unable to make contact with his assaulter.

The Spanish captain pressed his full weight onto the struggling boy, tangling one hand into dark brown hair to keep him still, and laying his face atop his cheek. Lovino shouted in outrage and fear, thrashing violently in an attempt to dislodge the pirate.

"Hush," The pirate said, moving his hand from his hair to cover his mouth and stifle his cries. "This does not have to be violent nor unpleasant," he lowered his voice soothingly. "We will share pleasure here tonight. There is no need to be so frightened." He pulled Lovino's head up, and nuzzled at his neck, "The more you struggle, the more force I will have to use, making this experience far less enjoyable for the both of us."

The hand over Lovino's mouth loosened, fingers trailing to the back of his head and brush against the back of his neck, pulling at the loose torn collar for more access.

"It's a sin!" Lovino wailed. "You have a whole ship of men loyal to you! All equally as depraved as you! Direct your attention on them and let me go! Please!" He writhed as the hand continued to travel further down his back undeterred, the man's palm scorching hot even over the shirt on the Italian's back. His whole body, from toes to fingers went rigid when the invading limp came to his waist, pushing up the shirt and laying claim to his torso. The Spaniard slowly stroked his skin, calloused fingers running agonizingly over each bump of his spine, pressing down into taunt muscles as if trying to calm him down with his gentleness.

But Lovino would not be calmed. His teeth sank into his lip, feeling the iron tinge of blood as Carriedo shifted his head and began to nuzzle him again, sharp teeth skimming his ear, and a wet tongue flickered against the sensitive lobe. Captain Carriedo moaned, and Lovino whimpered at the sound of it.

The hand on his side tired of its exploration and descended further, dipping dangerously into the hem of his pants, fingering at the dimples, and then brushing against the swell of his buttocks.

There was a pause, heavy and suffocating. Lovino could feel the swell of the other's manhood pressing into the back of his legs, could feel the man's heart pounding into the his back, the panting breath as the pirate became slowly more excited with the boy beneath him.

"Speak to me, Lovino," commanded Carriedo huskily; lifting up slightly so that Lovino could look over his shoulder at him, "I want to hear your voice."

The hand pulled away from the boy's pants, and Lovino's eyes widened when the captain began to one-handedly unbuckle his pants, freeing his manhood with such ease while restraining the other that Lovino could not help but wonder out loud, "How many times have you done this, bastard?"

"This?" Carriedo's eyes were dark with unholy lust, his hand pumping at his cock that jumped and swelled to a frightening size.

Lovino could not look, twisting to stare at his fist clenching into the bedding. He had to swallow down bile before he could speak again. "How many times have you forced men to your bed? I am not the only one."

"Ah, you are right," the man chuckled; the hand that was pleasuring him came back to the Italian's pants, yanking at the hem, pulling it and his breech cloth down. Lovino grunted, when to remove the pants, his hips were pulled up while his chest was crushed down. With both hands free, he tried to push up, but his limbs trembled and back seared in pain as the pirate pushed down so hard he could not breathe.

Like a rat pinned beneath a bored cat, Lovino could do nothing but vainly struggle as his pants was completely removed from his kicking legs, leaving his lower body completely bare. With shoulders and chest still held down, he could do nothing to stop the pirate's knees from pressing between his trembling thighs.

Fingers squeezed at his buttocks, then sank down to his shriveled manhood, the hand engulfing entirety. Lovino shouted and began to blubber anew, feeling disgust and terror as the pirate squeezed firmly then carefully pumped at his length, the calluses brushing against sensitive flesh, pressing at the head, and then coming down to the base.

"Stop, stop, stop, please," Lovino sobbed, feeling an impossible twist at his pelvis, his whole body shivering at the pirates careful ministrations. "Ti pregonon farlo!"

"But, mi amore, you have begun to weep for me," Lovino could hear the smile in the pirate's voice.

Lovino gasped, then twisted his body as best as he could so that he could glance at what the demon was doing to him. With unbelieving eyes, he gazed upon his knees, bare and spread with the pirate's kneeling between them. The pirate had not fully removed his breeches, then were pulled down to Carriedo's knees, lightly haired thighs like pillars between his slighter ones. Carriedo's arm was curled around Lovino's naked hips, his dark hand, which had small white scars across them was wrapped completely around his length, moving firmly up and down – and beyond this scene, quietly laying in wait, was the pirate captain's own manhood, red and hard for its turn for pleasure.

Like lightening, Carriedo's hand grasped at his balls, squeezing just so that Lovino let out a loud howl as if he would die. Heat pooled in his belly, as light flashed before his eyes, and something inside rocked his whole being. He felt sudden release, his body sweaty and weak like he was just free from a horrible illness. Blinking in befuddlement, he gasped at the feeling of wetness on his stomach and thighs, Carriedo's hand drenched.

"What have you done?" Lovino wheezed; his eyes stinging anew at the realization of what just occurred.

He pulled back as the pirate brought his hand out from under him to display to the young man the clear semen coating his hand. "As promised I gave you pleasure, Lovino."

"No," the boy shook his head, glaring up so that he did not have to look at the filthy hand taunting him.

Instead he found green eyes hooded in dark satisfaction. "This was your first time experiencing another bringing you to release, wasn't it?" The man laughed as the boy's face became crimson in shame. "Ah, such a good Christian boy you are. Spent your time learning the word of God rather than find Him under the skirt of a willing woman."

"You're sick," Lovino responded.

"I am damned."

"And you will damn me with you!" Lovino snarled. "I don't want this!"

"Not now," the man's smile pityingly. "But though it would be nice to have your consent, I do not need it. Just your obedience." Lovino found his head seized, a hand clenching to the hairs at the base of his skull and pulling his head back, and just as he yelled Carriedo shoved his soiled hand, still coated in Lovino's cum, into the Italian's mouth. "You will open yourself to me whenever I call for you. Whether I crave this spiteful mouth of yours, or whatever lies between your legs." The man continued to speak, never taking his eyes from the boy as he forced his fingers further down his throat.

Lovino grabbed the hand that was choking him, trying to pull it out. When he could remove the hand, he bit down hard, feeling his teeth sink into bone and blood seeping into his mouth. Hissing, Carriedo jerked his hand away, his fingers bloodied. The two stared at each other, breathing heavily, one in irritation, the other in daring anger.

And slowly, the smile returned to the Spaniard's lips, eyes that were angry found mirth looking down at the boy. Making sure not to break eye contact from Lovino's challenge, the pirate brought his wounded hand up, and with tantalizing slowness brought his tongue out and slicked at his fingers.

Gaping, Lovino could not pull himself away as he watched the pirate's tongue lick over a torn knuckle. Jaw slack in a horrifying awe when the man shuddered over him, eyes rolling in pleasure as if his blood and Lovino's cum were the nectars of heaven. He looked like a man from a painting hung in the cathedrals of Rome, his shirt open and revealing his muscles chest with its brushes of dark hair on the stomach drifting down to the navel and the below to the thick thatch of dark curls cradling his manhood. His eyes, green gems that would undo man and have him covet the devil looked as if he were reaching for the Father, fingers spread even as they were tasted by his dark tongue, like a snake wrapping itself around the neck of its prey.

Like Da Vinci's paintings that haunted man and women alike with his renditions of certain moments that transpired in time.

Looking at him, Lovino wanted to paint, but knew that his skills could never capture the deadly grace of the man. He wished for Feliciano, for his brother would surely understand how enthralling the man looked despite wickedness in his soul.

When Carriedo shifted him, pushing the boy onto his back, Lovino did not struggle, unable to move against the man. He stiffened when his leg was pulled up, the pirate hooking his arm under it and exposing Lovino to him. His hands jumped to at the other's chest, pushing against him.

"Don't." Lovino croaked.

Captain Carriedo swiftly dropped his leg and grasped both of Lovino's wrists, yanking them away. "Do not fight me," he commanded, eyes dark and hard in their intent.

Lovino spat into the man's face, and when the pirate flinched back, Lovino twisted, managing to free his hands, and clouted the other on the cheek with a closed fist. The Spaniard surged onto him, driving an elbow into the young man's stomach so violently that Lovino tasted blood and his sight went black.

He returned to his senses moments later to find that pirate hovering over him, pulling his arms over his head and tying them with a belt to one of the bed's thick wood posts. With a strangled cry, he tried to yank his arms down, feeling the bite of the leather cutting into his wrists.

"I want to devour you," Carriedo said, satisfied that he had the young Italian bound. "I want to mark myself all over you, so that everyone who sees you see ME on your skin." He leaned down, and touched his nose to Lovino's, the boy breathing shortly, by remaining defiant in his stare. The pirate brushed a thumb against Lovino's lips, but at the frightened hitch of the boy's breath, he brought his hand away. "You fear what I will do to you, but you do not fear me," he said softly, pressed his knees in between Lovino's , forcing them apart so that he may rest between them. "You stare at me, claiming me a devil, but speaking to me like a man."

Lovino again watched him as he brought two fingers into his mouth, coating them completely wet with saliva, then removing them. He gasped and then nearly swallowed his tongue when the hand sank down and one finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles of his anus, the saliva on the finger wet and cold and burning him as it forced itself in.

He could not bear it, it was filthy and disgusting, like a horrid worm eating itself into the flesh of an apple, going so deep to reach its core. "Stop," he hissed, when he felt a second finger pushing, twisting as it stretched him to accept its intrusion. "Stop." He begged, and then cried out when the two fingers plunged deeper into him, pain running up his spine so that he found himself arching up to try to feel some relief.

Instead of halting in his ministrations, Carriedo instead scissoring his fingers, stretching the muscles despite the blood that was seeping into his hand. This time, pained tears wet Lovino's eyes, and he turned his head into one of his arms, not wanting the pirate to see them in mortification.

"You are tight, Lovino," Carriedo said, pushing the young man's legs further apart and yanking one leg over his arm. "So tight. Like a virgin girl who does not know how to accept her first man."

"Fuck you…I…I've…" Lovino stammered trying to yank his arms down in vain, "I never-" he could not finish, seeing realization in the man's face, and then pure glee and smugness. With an angry snarl, brought his head up, nearly ramming his forehead against the pirate who pulled back slightly with a whistle.

The arm holding Lovino's leg was pulled further up, the other was pushed to the side so that he was held wide. Lovino sputtered when Carriedo brought his tonge out and licked at his cheek, then whispered into his ear, "Enough of this, mi italiano, I am ready for you." Without any further warning, he angled his hips so that he was pressing against Lovino's opening, and with a growl he pushed forward, tearing through the muscles and into the young man's tight passage.

Lovino threw his head back and howled. It was agony, as if someone had taken one of his grandfather's rods, held it over a flame till it was red and then shoved it inside him without any mercy. He tried to kick the man away, but his feet straightened and bent with no purchase. He viciously twisted at his bound wrists, feeling them become wet as the bit deeper into his flesh.

The Spanish pirate's member was too big, it was wrong, ungodly and impossible. This was why it was forbidden for nothing that came out of so much pain could be allowed by God. Lovino sobbed as Carriedo pushed further in. The man would pause, breathing heavily with sweat peppering his forehead and wetting his bangs. His hair, tied at the nape of his neck, fell over his shoulder like a tail. Green eyes were shut, and brows knitted in concentration. He would push then pause, as if waiting for the agony of every nudge to recede before advancing. He continued on until Lovino could feel the man's balls against his buttocks, and the two shuddered and gasped for breath as they held still within each other.

The pirate pulled back, his cock scrapping against torn flesh. Lovino clenched his eyes shut at the uncomfortable sensation, hoping that the man realized that there was no pleasure to be had fucking a man. But then the man thrust forward, going deeper than before and again Lovino cried out in pain.

Carriedo opened his eyes, and Lovino did his best to glare hatefully through his tears despite the agony he was in. "Ah," the pirate gasped out a breath, Lovino observing a red tinge brushing against tanned cheeks. "I want to die in you, Lovino."

"Then die and end this already!" Lovino spat, trying to kick his legs but the motion sent searing fire into his back and hips.

"As you wish then," smiled the man, and then proceeded to move. Lovino spluttered when both his legs were pulled up and apart, shouting in protest as the pirate bent him nearly in half, his back hurting him in such an unnatural position. Despite his discomfort, Carriedo began to move in him, thrusting forward and then back, rocking the boy with more force, grinding his hips into the Italian and moaning out in erotic pleasure.

The movement became smoother, still painful, but without the agony that threatened to undo the young man. He could not help but gasp whenever the pirate prodded deeper into him, the balls slapping his backside.

Lovino tried to shy away when Carriedo licked at his collarbone. But when the Spaniard pulled up, concerned with his powerful thrusts, Lovino once again let himself gaze at his rapist, the handsome features twisted in ecstasy as he plundered the young man's resisting body.

Almost, Lovino wanted to reach up and touch the man's sweaty temple, for he was beautiful to behold. But evil was not always contorted and disgusting. Like the apple in the Garden of Eden. If Lovino were Adam, would he pluck that apple from the tree, allowing himself to be deceived into taking a bite that would damn him and his soul for the rest of eternity?

Carriedo suddenly thrust so deep Lovino feared the man was trying to stab at his heart, and with mouth open and eyes simmering, the pirate shuddered and let out a deep moan before letting his seed into Lovino's bowels. Lovino had to swallow back bile as he felt firey wet heat fill him to the brim and leaking out onto his buttocks. Carriedo came down onto his elbows, and with a gasp, slowly pulled out of the young man, making the Italian hiss at the burn of his withdrawl.

With an exhausted sound, the man let himself sink down onto Lovino, sweaty and still shuddering from his release. Lovino stayed unmoving, cringing as he felt more of the pirate's essence oozing out of him. His legs were tingling, hips throbbing from being held so long in a way they were unused to. He wanted to be gone from here, felt like he would suffocate if forced to stay pinned beneath this man for a moment longer. His shoulders were on fire, and he could not longer feel his fingers above him. It was as if this assault forced him to feel every single bruise and cut, every pull and twitch of his muscles.

Hesitantly, but desperate stubbornness, he forced his his mouth open and croaked, "Untie me."

The Spaniard lifted his head, cheeks still tinged from his previous excitement and looked at him with such a befuddeled expression that Lovino immediately snapped, "If you are done debauching me, get off!"

This earned him a baleful, if exhausted green-eyed look. "I find it astounding that you still have energy to test me." But still, the man reached forward and over the Italian, using one hand to untie the leather belt and freeing his arms.

Lovino grunted and writhed in more agony as he lowered his arms down, blinking back pained tears as he brought his abused limps to him and examined the damage. They were both completely bloodied, the leather of the belt had cut clear through the top layers of his skin, his fingers were painfully swollen and tinged blue from their lack of circulation.

He could not look at them, his eyes filling with agonized tears, and he sobbed, "You've crippled me!"

"They'll be sore for some time," admitted the pirate. "Berwald will have a salve for them. They will heal."

Lovino swallowed hard, trying to swallow back hysterics. "If that is all, get off me," He challenged, bringing his arms up to try to push the man off him.

"Are you brave of dumb to still use your sharp tongue when speaking to me?" Carriedo allowed himself to be pushed back by Lovino's feeble attempt in space, giving him room to breathe.

"Neither," the boy grumbled, bending his knees and wincing in pain. "I have no respect for fools and cowards."

He was almost satisfied at the sight of mild irritation lacing the man's tone, "You call me 'fool' now!" He snorted darkly, bringing both hands to the boy's head, running hands through sweaty hair as the boy glowered up at him but did nothing to stop his ministrations, too pained and exhausted to resist. "Perhaps I am a bit of a fool, to be so taken by a foul tongued boy who does not know his place. Did the previous captain earn your scathing remarks, or do you save your wit for just me?"

Lovino glanced to the side, not wanting to remember Captain Smith as he lay beneath his murderer.

When he did not answer, the captain sighed and then reached over them, grabbing a cloth and wetting it in the water basin. He sat up and scooted off Lovino. The boy pushed himself up gingerly, feeling agony shooting through him. The Spaniard cleaned the blood and cum from his organ, and then handed the cloth to the young man. Glaring balefully at the man, he took it and carefully wiped at the disaster than was on his legs, and ruin that was below.

As he cleaned himself, the pirate Captain pulled up his panted and belted them shut, and then lifted Lovino's pants from the floor where they had been discarded and threw them at him.

Lovino had to stifle his gasps of pain as he hastily covered himself, his whole body beginning to shake as the shock of what had occurred slowly began to weight down on his body. He had to get out of this cabin, he had to get away from this man, his heart pounded at him. Teeth clenched he pushed himself off the bed and onto his feet, his knees immediately buckling and with a cry he collapsed onto them.

There was a dark chuckle from the bed, and Lovino turned to find Captain Antonio Carriedo reclined on his side on his bed, looking down at his crumbled form with a look of pure smugness. "It should make a man proud when his bed partner is unable to stand after they are intimate in the sheets."

Again, Lovino could feel hysterics rising from his gut, and he could not stifle it this time as he slammed his fist into the floor, "Fuck you!" He shouted, "FUCK YOU! I will pray for the day you are HANGED! I will stand by and watch your legs kicking as your take your last breath, and when your worthless shell has been buried I will pisciare sulla tua tomba! Bruciare all'inferno, stronzo."

The pirate suddenly surged onto his feet, scooping Lovino up by his shirt. In the next instant, Carriedo slapped him across the mouth, shaking him, "Truly your mouth leaves something to be desired. I tire of it." He shoved him away, and Lovino stumbled back and into the door. "We are done tonight. I expect your tongue to have curbed when I next call for your services."

Lovino felt his whole body shudder in revulsion, his eyes widening so much that they burned as he gaped at the monster. "You think," Lovino swallowed hard at the rage beginning to boil in his blood, "that I will let you touch me again?"

Captain Carriedo gave him a sharp look, any light mood that had been present gone. "You will," he promised, taking a step to the table and lifting the bottle of wine and taking it to his mouth, taking a large swig of it. His lips twisted up, an insidious grin pulling at them as he turned his malevolent eyes to Lovino. "You will, even if I have to beat the obedience into your bones. When I call, you will come."

That was the end of it; twisting at the doorknob Lovino pushed the door open and scrambled out and away from the devilish man, slamming the door shut. His whole body shook, his fingers tingling and shooting agony in his back and legs. Turning his back to the cabin, Lovino started to limp his way back to the kitchen. There were a few pirates out; clustering together whether for warmth or companionship Lovino did not care. He could feel something thick and wet sliding out from his buttocks and down his legs, surely staining his pants. The night was dark, the stars out, and glimmering above like little whispering wraiths. There was a cool salty breeze that usually would have been calming, but the black sky was too vast and open, leaving the young man feeling naked with nowhere to hide.

He made it down the steps into the first level below deck, stumbling into the wall as two men shouldered past him to go above. Using the wall to support him, he finally made it to the kitchen, taking a breath of relief to find it empty. He did not care to see the Boatswain, or anyone else who would know of what had transpired between him and the captain.

The thought of having another man look at him knowingly…to have knowledge of what he had been forced to endure….

Lovino shuddered, eyes burning and vision swimming. With a shallow sob, he entered the kitchen, going directly the barrel that held water. He was surprised to find some clean clothes folded on the stool next to the barrel, and did not think twice in pushing his pants down and pulling himself out of his shirt. He used his torn shirt to drench in water, and then crept behind some crates and cleaned himself – not wanting anyone who poked their heads in to see the blood caked at his legs.

As he cleaned himself, he wanted to fight the tears, but he hurt and was too drained. He had to continually wipe at his eyes and nose, snuffling as quietly as he could so as not to attract attention with his despair. When he was done, he pulled the pants and shirt on, finding them ridiculously large, but it mattered naught. He rolled the sleeves and pants legs and tightened his belt to hold the pants up. Once fully clothed, he cleaned his pants and it was then he felt residual wetness at his legs. Reaching into his pants and tenderly touching himself, he moaned at the sight of blood on his fingers. He still bled.

Biting his lips, he tore at his shirt, rolled it and stuffed it down his pants to catch the blood.

He'd become a woman. Shame and disgust twisted at his gut, for he was acting just like a woman during her time of the month, cleaning her linens.

This thought sent him scrambling to an empty bucket, and he hurled into it pitifully. The violent heaves causing his abused ribs to sear in protest. He did not have much to expel, having not eaten very much during the day. When finally his stomach eased, Lovino curled himself onto the floor by some large bags of potatoes and onions.

Cradling his heavy head in his arms, he shut his eyes and tried to banish all thoughts of this harrowing day. But every little movement sent pain that reminded him of the crime that had been done to him. And once again, he wept weakly.

He had been ruined. Tainted now beyond recognition. His body felt alien to him, his soul feeling so twisted by rage and pain and pure humiliation that he could not recognize his own thoughts. He did not feel himself, not the young man who had climbed into the hammock in the kitchen of the Melody the night before, who said the Lord's Prayer before he let himself sleep. There had been some semblance of peace then...

But not now. Not after suffering that man's touch…and the threat of his future attentions.

"Oh Father," Lovino whispered out loud. Shutting his eyes tightly, he moved his mutilated hand in the sign of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. With trembling lips he softly recited the words that still reverberated in him despite his ordeals and struggles, words that had failed him while being brutalized by the devil: "Our Father, Who art in heaven hallowed be Thy name." He forced his mind back, back to a smith in a small Italian village, where there had been warmth and he could see the strong back of the only man whom he respected, the tilting laugh of the brother he secretly admired and envied ringing behind him. "Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us." He thought of the crew of the Melody, and its proud Captain Smith, the Englishman patting Lovino's shoulder as he welcomed him onto his ship and as a part of his crew, and the fat cook who taught him a few things about manning a kitchen at sea. "And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil…."

Lovino opened his eyes, and found the memory of Captain Antonio Fernandez Carriedo staring at him with poisonous green eyes.

"…deliver us from evil…" he pleaded into the emptiness of the dark night.

"Amen."

Translations:
Ti pregonon farlo! - please do not do this
pisciare sulla tua tomba! Bruciare all'inferno, stronzo – piss on your grave! Burn in hell, asshole.

A/N:
This was a difficult chapter to initially write…and even more difficult to rewrite. My main concern was the way readers would react to Antonio – after all, it's easier to accept his violence to other characters, rather than another main character. I did not want it to seem that I was bastardizing him, but rather portraying him in a darker, more realistic light. This Spain is not nice, nor gentle, nor really sane.

In canon, Spain was given Romano as an underling, a servant…and he was fully ready to have Romano do his bidding. What he didn't expect was for Romano to be lazy and defiant – completely lacking respect for his 'boss'. In reality, Spain would have beaten the defiance out of Romano and made him a true underling who would have done his bidding….

…except Romano would have then plotting revenge…at least that is how I would have interpreted it.

That's enough from me! I want to hear from you guys now! Once again, my only request is that if you enjoyed, were tickled, confounded, or had some type of emotion towards this chapter, please review. I am greedy and like to know what is going in my reader's minds….especially after a chapter such as this!