A/N: So I rated this mature due to future sex scenes so uh…warning. That very thing is about to happen near the end.
Chapter Two: The Party
The first thing Sparrow heard when he awoke the next morning was an ungodly moan from the room next to him. Half asleep and irritated he slammed his fist on the wall to give the sign to quiet down. Who the hell gets a whore this early in the morning anyway? With a stretch and a yawn he let his bare feel meet the frigid wooden floor boards. Did he mention how much he hated this town yet? He looked over to Darrin that was still snoozing peacefully in the bed across from his. He smiled when he heard Darrin mumble something in his sleep. He decided to throw on his boots and a clean shirt, to see what the weather was doing. Hoping it was at least calm enough that he could set sail in a couple of hours. As soon as he got down stairs he grunted when he saw the rain still beating down furiously through the window. He began to ponder what god or higher being he angered to deserve the rotten luck he had been getting. His stomach growled, and he remembered he hadn't eaten since around this time yesterday. He retreated back to his room, knowing the food they served at the bar was questionable to say the least. One time he went to bite into an apple he had bought from there then noticed there was a worm slithering around inside of it. Lovely. Ever since then he tried to travel with as much food as possible when he knew he would be in Bloodstone. Sometimes the stands had some decent food to but with this yucky weather no one was bound to be on the streets.
When he got back to his room he saw Darrin had awoken as well and was rubbing his eyes. Sparrow sat on his bed and rummaged through his pack to find something to satisfy his persistent stomach. When he pulled out a delicious looking orange he tossed it over to Darrin who was not expecting to have fruit flying at him so the orange hit him full in the face. Darrin let out a quiet "Fuck" and Sparrow laughed. Sinking his teeth into a strawberry. He always kept a large amount of strawberries on him since they were his favorite. Darrin raised an eyebrow to him after he examined the orange.
"Breakfast." he explained. He watched the teen roll his eyes knowing it wasn't his preference. He tried to remember if he had ever seen Darrin eat a fruit or vegetable for that matter.
"You don't happen to have eggs or steak in there would ya?" Darrin said eyeing Sparrow's pack in hope. Sparrow chuckled and immediately shook his head. It was never safe to travel around with meat since they could spoil in no time, and with eggs he'd have all of them broken with only a few steps knowing how clumsy he was. He tossed Darrin his bag for him to fumble through to find (hopefully) something to his liking. "How about coffee? I could use some that's for certain." Darrin pleaded wanting nothing more then to crawl under his covers and go back to bed. He saw bags of blueberries, celery, apples and cut up bananas but not a single sign of protein or even cheese! He didn't think he would ever understand Sparrow's fascination with that earthy junk.
"I think they serve some downstairs, it's tolerable and sure to wake you up." Sparrow replied. Coffee did sound pretty good right now. "Grab me a cup too would ya?"
When he scurried downstairs Sparrow started to wonder what he could do to pass the time in the sinful town. The weather prevented anything like fishing or swimming which was a shame because the only real appeal to Bloodstone was it being right by the sea. He even considered actually trying to travel through Wraithmarsh to get home but Reaver was right, Darrin wouldn't last long going that route. The hoards of hallowmen alone was daunting. Ugh. Maybe he should just sell back all his property in this place and cut his losses. Of course that didn't help him now. Guess a card game was always an option…
Soon Darrin returned with two mugs of coffee and closed the door behind him with his foot. Sparrow enjoyed the aroma that floated into his nostrils. He liked the smell of coffee far more then it's taste. He always had to add at least two or three spoonfuls of sugar in it before he could drink it down. After a few moments of silence and stuffing their faces Darrin cleared his throat and asked
"So Sparrow…who was that man from yesterday. He an old friend or something? I thought you had no friends in Bloodstone?"
"Hardly." Sparrow responded and took a sip of his coffee. He decided the subject couldn't be avoided. As soon as Darrin became curious he'd have to get his answer one way or another. With another deep sigh he continued. "His name is Reaver. He's a pirate and we've had some run ins in the past but I wouldn't call him my friend. To make things short he betrayed me twice and only assisted in saving Albion because he was forced to. He's been in Samarkand for the past couple of years, and I had no idea he had returned or I would have attempted to put a bullet in his sadistic head by now." Darrin picked up on the bitterness in Sparrow's voice and became even more curious. He remembered the pirates hand touching his face and he almost shivered. Bold man to say the least.
"So I take it were not going to the party he's throwing tonight then?" Darrin ventured carefully and Sparrow shot him a disgusted look.
"Absolutely not! The bastard probably just wants me to go, so he can get me alone and murder me or something. I do not trust that man." Sparrow said angrily. Why did no one see the immortal narcissist as the fiend he really was? Darrin threw his hands up defensively. "I'm just saying, it's all the folks downstairs are talking about and only certain people are invited. Besides if all he wanted to do was kill you why didn't he do it yesterday? You're supposedly the guest of honor."
"Lucky me." Sparrow grunted. Still miffed the pirate assumed he was going to be there. He had better things to do, like watch paint dry or get a hang nail. Anything was better then being in Reaver's presence.
"Look the bloke is a creep, that much is true but it's a party Sparrow. Loads of people are going to be there, you don't have to hangout with him if you don't want to. Do you know how many parties I have been to where I had no idea who the host even was?" Darrin insisted and Sparrow raised an eyebrow to him. Suddenly curious what his assistant's intention was.
"Why are you persisting this?" Sparrow asked.
"Because Sparrow, I'm bored!" Darrin said wearily. Sparrow was shocked at his sudden outburst. "And I know you are too." Darrin took in a deep breath and his tone turned to that of a serious one. Sparrow propped head on his arm and listened intently at what his friend had to say. "Sparrow I have been working for you, for about six months now and I haven't seen you have even an ounce of fun in that time. You're either off saving someone from a balverine attack or shut off in your house reading or plaguing yourself with memories. I know you are looked up to and everything but you are allowed to let yourself have some fun every once and awhile. Sure this party may not be what you need but it beats both of us sitting here and doing nothing. Hell I don't even really want to go but at this point I think I would prefer to see a glass of wine in your hand then a sword or a stack of paper work."
Sparrow took a minute to consider Darrin's words. He exhaled softly. He was telling the truth. In the past he was a frequent visitor to the pub in Bowerstone where he would drink, sing, dance and just laugh with all the towns people. Of course Hannah was with him at the time, but she was gone now and gods how he missed her. The truest friend he really had. When the heroes parted ways and she went off to study under the northern monks, he was alone. He finally accomplished everything he had ever set out to do with his life and now he was at a loss of what to do next. He dated a few girls here and there but they never lasted. Not many women were thrilled to stick around when they had no idea when they would see there man again and Sparrow could never promise when that would be. He didn't really feel much of anything the past couple of years. Not happiness, excitement, sorrow, fear…nothing. He wasn't sure why. Maybe a part of him wanted it to go back to the way it was. When he and Hannah stormed the gates at the bandit hideout and took on the legion of men just the two of them. With his trusted dog Bear at his side. He didn't even have him anymore…Maybe he did need to loosen up a bit.
"Sorry Darrin, I've just been a bit…distracted for awhile. If you want to go to the party I suppose we can make an appearance." Sparrow answered rubbing his forehead. Looks like Reaver was right after all. Damnit.
"Don't worry buddy," Darrin said after he saw Sparrows still wary face. "If the pirate ends up backing you into a corner or something like that I will just come up with an excuse to leave and we'll head back here."
"I will hold you to that." Sparrow promised. He tried to relax with the idea. Reaver was probably going to be more preoccupied with all his whores and fan girls to give him any never mind anyway. Well that was his hope at least.
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The rain was still hammering down heavy on Bloodstone. Luckily Sparrow had a small umbrella tucked away in his pack. To bad for Darrin that he was stuck holding the one person umbrella over Sparrow as he fell victim to the rains cold descent once again but hey that's what he was paid for right? Sparrow subconsciously tugged at his shirt. It was a white button up shirt that he wore with a black and blue trimmed gentlemen's jacket, and his usual black adventurer pants which had a few tears in it, but he just didn't have a lot of clothes for big social occasions nor did he have any idea he'd be needing them. All well, couple of glasses of wine, maybe a snack and back to the tavern they go. He just had to keep an eye on Darrin as had to vice versa. He paused before going up stairs with a sigh. Looking to Darrin in hopes he would say something like, "oh it's okay Sparrow, let's go back to the tavern and play spinner box." or something to that effect. What was humorous was Darrin was actually better dressed for the party then he was. His short blonde hair was combed out of his face (for once) and he was wearing a brilliant matching grey suit with some decent dress shoes. The suit actually fit him perfectly so at least now he didn't look like a four your old running around in daddies clothes. He made a mental note to take them both to a tailor as soon as they were back in Bowerstone.
"Cmon, Sparrow, don't wuss out on me now." Darrin teased and stuck his tongue out at him. "I will remember that remark when it comes time for your pay my friend." Sparrow said back and with an inhale of breath he walked up the stairs. One of Reaver's servants was waiting outside to greet him. To show a bit of defiance Sparrow decided to show up an hour later then Reaver had requested.
"Ah, Lord Sparrow. Master Reaver has been expecting you. Please come inside out of this awful weather." the servant said politely and opened the door for them. Once inside the servant took the two of their coats and hung them neatly on the coat rack beside the door. Sparrow immediately felt uncomfortable. He didn't know a single soul there and the one man he did know wasn't anywhere in sight. Which was both settling and awkward at the same time. Darrin didn't seem shy at all however and before Sparrow knew it he was being dragged to one of the servers holding up a tray of glasses that he assumed had wine them. Darrin grabbed two and handed one to Sparrow which he reluctantly took. His eyes scanned the area as he sipped on the wine.
Clearly he was out of his element since he looked like a peasant that crashed a high class ball. All the women there were either dressed elegantly or extremely provocatively. So much so it made him a little uncomfortable. Most the men attending the party wee servers but he saw a few that wee probably members of Reaver's crew or attending with some of the ladies.
He found himself moving to one of the red toned couches and sitting down. After sipping on his wine he actually liked the taste. It tasted a little like raspberries and the alcohol was only gently detected. After a few gulps the drink was devoured and now he just sat there with an empty glass in his hand. He watched Darrin from across the living room who occasionally look over to him to make sue he was okay. Darrin was far more of a conversationalist then he was so of course the social butterfly in him made him flutter from one group to another. He saw that the mansion hadn't changed at all since eave owned it last. Though looking up he noticed a gaudy diamond chandelier hanging above him but he supposed that was just Reaver's style. He did always like the black and white checkered floor and mahogany furnishing though. Especially the long staircase leading up to the bedrooms.
"There you are Sparrow." damn that voice could cut through anything. Without moving his head his dark green eyes looked over to see Reaver standing on the other side of him. The pirate was wearing a similar outfit that he normally wore, which consisted of a deep red vest that had a chain connecting a half cloak in the back.
"Of course Reaver, wouldn't miss it." Sparrow said half heartedly and the pirate lord took a seat next to him despite. His elbow propped on the back of the couch to examine Sparrow better. All Sparrow paid attention to was the fact that his dragonstomper was still strapped loyally to his hip.
"You clean up nice Sparrow." Reaver commented as his eyes scanned him up and down. An improvement at least. "Trying to impress someone?" he smirked.
"Not particularly. This is the only decent clothes I have to be honest with you." Sparrow was trying to keep things friendly since the man was a bastard but still invited him to his home.
"True you still have a lot of work to do in that field my friend. I have an amazing tailor if your interested."
"How was Samarkand?" Sparrow asked wanting to turn the conversation away from him and he knew the narcissist would ramble on about himself for hours if you let him. That and he was genuinely curious. If he could find a way to he'd love to visit Garth's homeland. Reaver scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Not much to tell I'm afraid. Nothing I had expected to say the least." Reaver's eyes dropped down to the empty glass in Sparrow's hand. Well that won't do. He snapped his fingers and without even looking away from Sparrow one of his servants hurried over and took the empty glass from Sparrow and replaced it with another drink and then scurried away just as quickly. Sparrow nodded his thanks to the boy but he didn't stick around long enough to thank him properly. He looked down at his new drink that looked like it was in a scotch glass instead of a wine glass and the contents inside was almost pure black. Skeptical he took a swing and was surprised at how sought it was. Reaver noticed Sparrow's face and grinned.
"Not your preference?"
"Just uh…surprised." Sparrow answered. After the alcohol burned through him he actually like the cool minty after taste it provided.
"Yes, I actually brought that back from Samarkand. One of the few things I enjoyed I just had to bring it back with me to Albion wouldn't you agree?" Reaver smiled and Sparrow felt his cheeks tint slightly. There really must have been a lot of liquor in his new found drink. He nodded shyly and kind of hoped to himself that Reaver would lose interest and go chat up one of the skanky looking girls who were obviously dying to talk to him.
"So what all have you been doing in my absence?"
"Actually I have little story to tell myself, save acquiring most the real estate in Albion and doing any bounty hunter missions that are available." Sparrow answered and when he finished his last gulp of the mystery elixir he found the same servant rushed over to give him another one even though he had planned on stopping at the two drinks.
"I noticed. I didn't see you as so much of a business man, you surprise me Sparrow. Honestly I saw you more or less as a sword wielding brute." Reaver said and Sparrow actually chuckled at that. Perfect.
"An assumption taken on by many. There is far more to me then what you see." Sparrow commented.
"Good to know." Reaver purred and his eyes again took in as much of Sparrow as he could. Before he could say another word Sparrow's annoying servant had the audacity to approach the both of them. Even more so to take a seat in the space in between the two of them. Reaver's had twitched over to his dragonstompter and he would have ended the miserable ingrates life then and there if he didn't know it would ruin any chance he would ever have in getting to Sparrow.
"Hey guys what's going on over here?" Darrin smiled then looked over to wink at Sparrow. Sparrow smirked knowing his assistant was fulfilling the end of his promise to make sure he and Reaver spent as little alone time as humanly possible. Though with drink number three almost guzzled down he was beginning not to care as much. Everyone around them were laughing and having a good time and the small band of violin and lute players in the corner was playing a particularly upbeat song and he found his head swaying back and forth subconsciously to the beat.
""We were talking about why a good looking successful person like me needs an assistant that lacks in both fields." Sparrow jested and chuckled again. Was his lips numb? Damn how long HAD it been since he had gotten a good drunk going? To long if he was already in this state. Darrin laughed and nudged him with his elbow.
"I will thank you to know, my mother tells me I'm beautiful everyday." Darrin joked back and the two friends shared another laugh. Sparrow loved Darrin's sense of humor. He was one of the few people he could just kick back with and share joke after joke without anyone getting offended. Except for maybe Hannah. Reaver wasn't assumed. He scowled at Darrin then looked over to smile at Sparrow.
"Excuse me for a moment." he said politely and got up from the couch to see to his other guests. Darrin turned to Sparrow once Reaver was out of earshot.
"So sorry to keep you hanging my friend. I hope he hasn't driven you mad by now." Darrin whispered apologetically. Sparrow shrugged and took another drink from one of the servants walking by. It was the same red wine as his first drink and he found the combined taste of raspberry and mint was not a good combination but the alcohol taking over his senses over powered it.
"I noticed you were a bit preoccupied with those ladies. True reason you forced me here?" Sparrow asked but smiled. He was completely content with sitting on that couch all night and drinking by himself. He was much more giggly and he had been told several times by Hannah that he was much more fun drunk. Darrin stuttered and quickly shook his head.
"N-no. I wouldn't…that's not the only reason I….I'm eighteen Sparrow give me a break." Darrin sighed defeated and Sparrow laughed in mid drink. Causing him to spit a little all over himself. Yup…bought time to stop drinking. "But it wasn't the ONLY reason I swear. Look at you all red faced and intoxicated. Much better then the stuffy stressed out Sparrow."
"Easy boy I'm still your boss." Sparrow warned with a smile.
"Hell, why don't you pick someone out of the crowd? When's the last time you got laid?" Darrin asked and Sparrow looked at him in surprise.
"None of your damn business." Sparrow countered.
"That long huh?" Darrin smirked and Sparrow sighed. How long had it been? He was never able to hold a long term stable relationship which he gave up on achieving so the last time was just a kind of random bar sex scenario. That was…a year ago? My god had it really been THAT long? Hell…maybe he needed to heed his young assistants advice more often. "Yeah…" Sparrow whispered sourly and scanned the party scene for somebody to peak his interest.
"Just be careful, I um…don't think it is just ladies interested in getting to you tonight if you know what I mean?" Darrin chuckled and this made Sparrow curious.
"What do you mean?"
"Well generous host seemed to spend more time with you then anyone else here." Sparrow laughed loudly at this. The very idea was pretty preposterous,
"Reaver? Gods Darrin have you lost mind? Reaver would rather gut me and sell my organs to some underground market for gold rather then get in my pants." Sparrow laughed. Or trade my youth for his own he thought bitterly.
"Perhaps you are more naïve then I am. His eyes were practically humping you on there own and he was pretty flirtatious." Darrin added.
"He flirts. It's just his personality, mostly to add to his ego no doubt." Sparrow said convinced. Speaking of Reaver where did he run off to? Sparrow tried to find him amongst the crowd but his vision was getting kind of blurry. When he saw a haze of red he knew he had found him. He was whispering into some tarts ear and he saw his blue eyes meet his and then Sparrow turned away. He could have swore he saw Reaver nod towards the two of them while talking to the girl as well. He shrugged it off then turned to Darrin.
"Grab me another drink would you? Any will do." Sparrow asked politely. New plan being to get stupid drunk, make Darrin drag him back to the pub and sleep until about this time tomorrow. He hadn't done that in awhile and the idea sounded very appealing. Darrin hopped up happily to obey. "That's the spirit." he encouraged and he walked to the nearest server to grab himself and Sparrow a drink. It was the same black concoction from before which he had learned from one of the other guests contained three of four different liquors mixed in one from Samarkand. Just two of those would probably make even an experienced drinker tipsy. When he turned to go back to his boss standing directly in front of him was a beautiful young lady with thick auburn hair tied back in a braided bun. She was wearing a pink dress that stopped just above her knees and it complimented her curves beautifully. Her deep brown eyes burned into his and he couldn't help but freeze immediately. Not girl like that so much as looked at him twice.
"Hey, there cutie what's your hurry?" she said in a low almost whisper. She reached out and ran a finger down his chest. "I was hoping you would dance with me."
"No fair, I wanted to dance with the pretty blonde boy." another voice pouted and when he turned his head he saw another girl approaching him. Just as beautiful as the other one only she had long red hair that hovered just above her breasts. He almost fainted. Were they talking to him?
"It's okay, we can share him. Is that okay with you cutie?" the first girl smiled seductively and pulled him by the shirt gently towards her. Darrin closed his eyes and gulped. He really shouldn't leave Sparrow alone and he was waiting for him…damn. "I'm sorry I-I got to g-get back to my friend." Darrin responded then another voice came from behind him and with a quick sweep one of the drinks left his hand.
"Don't fret lad, I will gladly take that for you. Now just enjoy yourself will you?" Reaver said already making his way towards Sparrow. He turned his head to give the first girl a wink before continuing. Darrin opened his mouth to object but lipstick covered lips found his before he could get a word out. After a few seconds any thoughts of Sparrow were long forgotten when the second girl's mouth found his the moment the first kiss parted.
Sparrow waited patiently for Darrin to return. He contemplated if he should just go back to the pub alone while he could still walk correctly. Leaving his ambitious friend to whatever deeds were to befall him. When he looked up he saw Reaver standing in front of him with a proud grin and drink in hand.
"You seem lonely Sparrow. Where has your gangly little friend run off to?" Reaver asked in mock concern and handed him his drink. Sparrow smiled.
"Chasing a skirt more then likely." Sparrow answered and accepted the drink. Reaver turned around and tsked. "Appears you are right." Sparrow got and eyeful of his assistant's tongue down some tarts throat. Narrowing his eyes he could have sworn that was the same girl Reaver was whispering to earlier.
"No matter. So were you going to stay on this couch all night my friend?" Reaver asked him in a friendly way.
"I was considering it."
"Why not join me upstairs instead? I think you will find the atmosphere more settling then this one." Reaver stated and looking around he noticed his assistant wasn't the only one beginning to explore the guests. Several couples were making out with each other and…well much more to say the least. Sparrow rolled his eyes at the sight. In front of everyone…ugh. Reaver extended a hand to him which he reluctantly took. He was surprised at how easily Reaver had hoisted him from his seat. Even more surprised at how drunk he actually was, since he stood the room practically spun around him and he felt himself falling back to the couch. Reaver grabbed him by the waist before he landed. Keeping him standing. Sparrow chuckled. Maybe he needed to drink more if he was this big of a light weight now. He stood upright to face an amused looking Reaver. "Thanks." he mumbled and found himself staring into those sea blue eyes again. You could drown in those alright. "Not at all." Reaver replied. Sparrow became aware that Reaver's hand was still firmly placed on his waist and how close both men were to each other. Just looking into one another's eyes. A strange tingle ran through him and unlike any situation Sparrow had imagined being this close to Reaver he neither wanted to punch him or run away. With a quick breath Reaver exclaimed "Come." and his hand dropped to Sparrows hand and led him to the staircase.
Sparrow found it odd to be led by hand but then again found it helpful since he was a bit dodgy going up the stairs. He wondered if Reaver had drank at all during the events of the party since he didn't sway once. Or it could have been because he was accustomed to going up and down the stairs drunk. He tried to guess where Reaver was leading him but everything was still kind of spinning. He noticed all the tacky golden décor and portraits of himself was displayed all through the hallway. He smiled at that. He sighed with relief when they finally reached their destination and it was not his bedroom since his assistants warning was ringing through his ears. No instead Reaver had taken him to the balcony a room or two away from his bedroom. The night air was very refreshing and helped him focus better. He looked up to the sky and almost scoffed out loud. Sure NOW it had stopped raining. If he didn't know any better, he'd think that Reaver had some kind of weather machine hidden in his house that he used for this occasion. Avo, it was beautiful from their though. The stars were glowing brightly and the moon was just a smiling crescent in the sky. Admittedly this was much better then the living room. He could breathe much better with the lack of cigar smoke and perfume.
"It's a beautiful night." Sparrow found himself speaking his thoughts out loud. Was another nasty side effect he had when he drank to much. Any filter he had disappeared. Now he sounded like a complete idiot in front of his enemy. Ex enemy? He didn't know anymore. He wondered why Reaver was wasting his time with him when there were women to be had downstairs. Maybe he did have plans to kill him and with the group distracted and them out of earshot it was very possible. He tensed at the thought.
"Agreed. Glad to see the rain has stopped that's for sure." Reaver commented and smiled. He rarely took visitors here. It was more or less a place he sought out in solitude, but he didn't mind sharing it with Sparrow. He noticed how stiff and uneasy Sparrow had become and he began to think on his next move. It was tricky to seduce a man who was unsure of their sexuality or more so convinced they were straight but how he wanted him. It was almost a need. He had been strongly attracted to both men and women alike in the past but Sparrow…something about him was very alluring. It could be his strength and morality. Or even purely his psychical attributes. Whatever it was left Reaver hungry for more. And Reaver always got what he wanted. "I assume you will be leaving in the morning?"
"If conditions allow it." Sparrow answered placing his half drunk glass on wooden railing and leaning a little on it. No more drinks for Sparrow noted.
"Well I hope on your next visit you find yourself at my door yet again. With much more appropriate welcome." Reaver smiled and Sparrow smiled back then caught himself.
"What are your intentions Reaver? Are you trying to kill me or manipulate me in some way? Just a day ago we were ready to rip each others throats out and now I am in your home drinking wine and sharing stories as if we were the dearest of friends." Sparrow asked again the alcohol taking it's toll on him spilling the truth. He looked over to Reaver who didn't seem offended and merely chuckled.
"Sparrow you think the worst of me. I invited you here for the very reason I told you yesterday. To put the past in the past and move forward to a much more valuable relationship then begrudged foes." Sparrow watched Reaver closely.
"Truly?" Sparrow asked. Leaning more casually against the railing and relaxing slightly.
"Truly." Reaver repeated. "I am a wicked man Sparrow, but you will find I am a man of my word. Now don't you worry your pretty head over it. I have no intention of killing you. Like I said…it would be a waste and I do hate such tedious things."
"I must admit, this is not what I expected. But if you really are telling the truth then I will not have bring up the subject again." Sparrow replied. Not believing the words coming out of his mouth. What happened to never forgiving this man? Well maybe he didn't forgive him but at least now he can tolerate him. He looked up to see Reaver had moved closer to him and he found himself staring into those eyes again. He wasn't sure if he could pull his eyes away from them this time. They were sparkling with something foreign to him now and he liked whatever it was.
"Wonderful. I would much rather discuss something of a lighter nature. Or simply staring up into the sky is just as well. I don't think I would have fought so hard for this house were it not for the view." Reaver said taking a moment to look up into the night sky. Sparrow repressed a chuckle. He never thought he'd hear the king of thieves speaking so fondly of stars or views.
"You don't strike me as the star gazing type Reaver. I figured such things would be beneath you." Sparrow voice and Reaver turned back to him with a true smile. Not one tainted with mockery or arrogance.
"Well Sparrow, there is more to me then what is perceived as well. Only to be showed when in the right company." Reaver said in a low voice and he moved his hand to stroke his face. Sparrow flinched but didn't hinder it. Still expecting a slap or punch from the immortal rather then a gentle stroke of his hand.
"Glad I am held so highly to you. I think I would much rather know that Reaver then the man I met years ago." Sparrow answered. Reaver leaned in even closer and whispered "You will." There was something different in his voice like…longing. Before he could think of what to say or do Reaver captured his lips with his own. Sparrows eyes widened and he moved backwards until his back was against the railing again. It didn't stop Reaver's assault and before he realized it he was kissing him back just as intensely. He closed his eyes and let himself emerge in the heat and softness Reaver was providing him. His lips were surprisingly warm and he lasted faintly of rum and vanilla spices. He opened his mouth to let Reaver's tongue explore him even more. He gripped Reaver's back gently and he heard himself moan softly. That was enough to bring Sparrow back to his sense and he roughly pushed Reaver off of him and gasped for breath. He was still stunned. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had been kissed that passionately. Reaver stared back at him with lust hazed eyes and he slowly licked his lips to savor Sparrow's taste. Seeing this sent a delightful shiver through Sparrow's body. It really must have been a long time for Reaver or any man to have that kind of effect on him.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Sparrow said exasperated. Reaver smiled coyly and approached him again.
"I was enjoying a very delectable kiss until so rudely interrupted." Reaver teased. Now he knew for sure Sparrow desired him even if he was unaware of it. It was all smooth sailing from here. Sparrow felt his pulse quicken the closer Reaver got to him and he felt his excitement begin to grow. What the hell was wrong with him.
"Reaver…I don't want…I'm not gay." Sparrow explained. Reaver's smile only widened and Sparrow tried to back away from him farther but the damn railing kept him in place. He could force him away but…
"Your body is telling me something a little different Sparrow. Don't fret to much on it dear, to label one's sexuality in this day in age is ludicrous anyway. Why limit your self to experiences when there is so many to be had." Reaver smiled and he began a trail of kisses from his neck to his chin until he recaptured Sparrow's lips again. Sparrow was reluctant once more but found himself kissing Reaver back much quicker this time. The little strip of facial hair on Reaver's chin tickled his and he actually liked the feeling. He felt his hand travel to in between his legs and grip his bulge gently. Using his thumb to stroke his length back and forth. He let out another involuntary moan and he knew now there was no way he could convince Reaver that he had no interest in his touches or kisses. What the hell was he going to do and why the hell did he melt anytime Reaver's mouth found his? He broke the kiss yet again and sighed
"We…were enemies Reaver…we can't….we can't do this." Sparrow said as coherently as he could. Hoping his point had been conveyed but who knew if the lewd pirate would even listen? Reaver returned to Sparrow's neck and breathed in between kisses. "Passion can burn just as strongly as hate my dear Sparrow. Let both of our fires burn together." Reaver said finishing with a firm bite just underneath Sparrow's ear and with the man's reaction and moan he knew he had found the fabled heroes spot. Sparrow didn't know why but he could not resist much longer. "Come." Reaver beckoned in his ear and yet again Sparrow found himself being led by hand by Reaver and he followed him like a zombie without thought. Just outside his bedroom door Sparrow gave into his bodies demanding urges and grabbed Reaver by the back of his head and pulled him into yet another entrancing kiss. He felt Reaver's lips curve into a smile during the kiss. It was so much better when his partner wanted it just as bad as he did. Without breaking away from Sparrow he opened the door and pulled Sparrow inside. Closing the door with his foot and quickly locking it. He couldn't prolong this any further or he was certain he'd burst. He guided Sparrow to the bed and gave him a gentle push backwards before mounting him. With quick and fumbling fingers Reaver ripped off Sparrow's black jacket then unbuttoned his shirt, while Sparrow worked on taking off his vest and under shirt. By the time Sparrow had removed Reaver's shirt, he had already removed Sparrow's pants and under garments. Sparrow still could hardly believe what was occurring but Avo he couldn't want it more.
Reaver took a few extra seconds to get a few view of Albion's greatest hero in all his glory and smirked before leaning in and kissing him again. Trailing down from his neck to his chest and further down. Giving the occasional lick and nibble as he went. Taking the time to kiss every single perfectly sculpted ab muscle. He tasted so good on his tongue. Without warning Reaver took all of Sparrow into his mouth. Sparrow let out a very audible moan and he bucked his hips on instinct. His mouth was so damn hot and wet. He felt his tongue start to circle around his head and he couldn't get enough. His tongue didn't miss a spot as his mouth moved up and down his shaft. Almost greedily. Maybe it's because it had been so long but Sparrow couldn't imagine receiving such a incredible blow job before. And from a man he despised not twenty four hours ago. Stranger things have happened he supposed. He knew it was obvious how much he was enjoying himself since he had lost control of his breathing and moaning and his right hand clutched desperately at the bed sheets. He felt so fucking good he couldn't focus on anything beside Reaver's mouth. He both heard and felt Reaver moan after he had let out a particularly loud one. Reaver getting his own immense satisfaction from being able to make the hero squirm with minimum effort. Sparrow forced his eyes down to watch the skillful pirate's work. When he saw Reaver's intense blue eyes flash up into his it sent Sparrow to the brink. Reaver somehow sensed this and removed his mouth from his length. Sparrow grunted at the loss of warmth and sensation.
Reaver moved back up to give him a quick kiss as he quickly unfastened his pants. Removing his pistol first to lay it carefully on the nightstand nearby. Sparrow was starting to get nervous. Not knowing what was to happen next. Gently Reaver pulled him up from the huge and red silk bed to a standing position as he fumbled with the drawer in the nightstand. "This your first time with a man I presume?" Reaver whispered and in a lustful and drunken haze all Sparrow could do is nod. He happened to take in the sight of the pirate lord naked in front of him and he couldn't help but be impressed. He was well toned even if he wasn't was muscular as he. Not to mention his cock was pretty impressive in it's full erect state. Well that shouldn't turn him on…when he saw Reaver putting some kind of mystery liquid on his cock he started to get nervous again.
"What are you doing?" Sparrow whispered and Reaver smiled sweetly. "Don't worry it helps trust me." Reaver replied simply. Wanting Sparrow to thoroughly enjoy himself or else he wouldn't bother with it. He leaned over to kiss him again and his hand moved to pump his deflating member back to life. It didn't take long and Reaver relished in how red his cheeks were turning. "Now, stay relaxed. It might be a little severe at first but it get's so much better, luv. I promise." Reaver cooed and gently turned Sparrow around to where he was facing the bed. Sparrow let out a low sigh, knowing what was to come but trusting Reaver's words. Some consuming need inside him demanded that he took any and all pleasure the fellow hero had to offer. He tried his best to keep his body relaxed. Reaver bent him forward just a little and with a few kisses on his shoulder he started to slide himself inside. Slowly at first so that Sparrow could try and get used to it. Once fully inside he let out his own moan of pleasure. Dear gods above he was so fucking tight! He had to take a moment to pause before beginning to rock back and forth into to Sparrow. Sparrow clenched his teeth and sighed. It was most painful going in but now that he was getting used to it….as promised it was starting to become almost pleasant. Reaver quickened his pace and growled in appreciation of his partner. With one hand clenched firmly on his buttocks his other hand moved to jerk Sparrow off as he drove into him. Sparrow actually found sensation from both sides more pleasurable then he could ever imagine. The more the momentum rose the more he couldn't get enough. There was something inside of him and every single thrust Reaver managed to hit that spot and he never wanted it to end. Reaver suddenly forced Sparrow up all the way he managed to get inside even deeper. Reaver usually did his best to make sure his bed fellows didn't know how well they were doing but he could not keep his groans or composure anymore.
With a small lustful yell he decided to bite into Sparrow's neck hard then tenderly suck on it until Sparrow's bronzed skin was now a burning red. He very much liked the idea of Sparrow walking around for days with that mark on his neck. A reminder that any other man or woman he'd ever have now would do pale in comparison. Sparrow was close to reaching completion and turned his head to bring Reaver into a fierce kiss. When he heard Reaver growl in ecstasy again he couldn't hold it anymore nor did he want to. With a scream he was certain that could be heard in every room in the mansion he came and his body was filled with white tingling contentment and he fell forward onto the bed. Reaver soon followed and he slumped over Sparrow. Both men struggling to get their breath back. Reaver delivered a kiss on the back of Sparrow's neck then a few more on his back appreciatively then pulled out of him. Sparrow was still absorbed in ecstasy and didn't even consider moving until Reaver approached him with a towel in hand. Then he realized he had a little bit his own seamen on his stomach. He wiped the beads of sweat off of him then cleaned off his stomach and quickly put his undergarments and pants back on. He felt the muscles in his legs spasm and his body still tingled all over. Exhausted he fell face forward onto the bed. Not thinking Reaver may very well want his bed to himself. He didn't know what to think anymore. He just had (albeit satisfying) sex with a man and a man that had betrayed him twice in the past. To his delight Reaver didn't say a word, he didn't ridicule him or boast that he had gotten him into bed or demand that he get out. Instead he crawled into bed, (still naked) next to him and threw the thick wool blanket over the both of them and blew out the oil lamp that sat on the opposite night stand. He moved Sparrow's chin for a second to give him one last soft kiss before stating
"Goodnight luv."
Sparrow couldn't help but be relieved despite the strange circumstances. He closed his eyes and allowed the slumber to take over him. Deciding he'd figure everything out in the morning.
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When he woke the next morning the events that happened the previous night to truly sink in. What the hell had possessed him to do that? To make matters worse Reaver had one arm slung around him in his sleep. Gripping possessively to him. Yup, defiantly no denying it now. That and along with the dull ache he was feeling. Thank Avo, he at least didn't have a hangover. He waited there awake for at least a half an hour before Reaver finally rolled over, allowing him to move. He got up and as quietly as he possibly could put his shirt and boots back on. He crept over to the door and with one last glance back exited the bedroom. When he made it down stairs to the living room he kicked at Darrin who was passed out on the floor also shirtless. He signaled that it was time to go and to remain silent. He noticed a few other party goers were always asleep on the floor. Damn. Guess Reaver really did know how to throw a party. When Darrin was dressed they grabbed their coats from the rack and headed out the door. Neither men saying a word to one another and decending on their slow walk of shame back to the pub. Where Sparrow decided he'd fall back asleep and continue to hate himself even more when he was fully rested. Knowing the journey back home was going to be an awkward one to say the least.
A/N: So what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Gross ya out? Lol well feel free to review and let me know. First time ever attempt at a graphic sex scene. Hope it was okay. Thanks for reading!