AN: This was the first Ivo/Tim drabble I wrote and the narrator is Ivo. I determined upon its completion that Ivo was simply too complex to narrate and switched to Tim. This was when I first conceived of the idea that it is Tim, not Ivo, who gets injured. WARNING: EXPLICIT SLASH

For Abby, who introduced me to the wonderful world of No Night is too Long 3

The Island

He's been out for a full day. I made the decision to stay on the boat, not to send for help from the mainland. I question that now but do nothing to change it. The medic thinks it's just a concussion but he made it clear he would prefer a second opinion. Fergus, the one who heads the cruise, discusses it with me once more, at length this time. I come clean and tell him the whole sordid story. He is my friend and offers his immediate support. We are moved to his secluded rooms and Tim sleeps fitfully in the large bed. I hold his hand and tell him how much I love him and how very sorry I am.

0o0o0o0

We had been fighting on the island. I had just finished my talk to the party and followed him a distance to speak with him. He demanded I leave him be. I said he was a fool if he thought I would just walk away and give him up without a fight. He turned on me, frustrated, wondering how I could still want him when he rejected me so completely. I told him I didn't believe he knew what he wanted; he was angry and frightened and confused and we needed time out of the pressure cooker to figure this out. He lunged at me, enraged, determined to harm me but I was quicker and deftly side-stepped, sending him sprawling head-first into a jagged rock. I remember rushing to him, calling his name hoarsely, but he was already unconscious. I radioed Fergus and we got him back to the ship.

0o0o0o0

Three day on he still drifts in and out of lucidity. He knows me and permits me to spoon feed him bits of my own dinner. He can't walk by himself to the toilet and I help him. I also bathe him and situate him comfortably in the bed. I hold him much of the time, gently rocking him. He clutches my shirt and cries out periodically, either from pain or nightmares. I don't really care which it is. I love the fact that he needs me.

The week passes and a second cruise is underway. My duties are more frequent but Fergus has brought an additional staff member on board to help with Tim. An older, experienced nurse, she takes over many of the menial tasks of his care so that I am able to focus on the two of us when we are alone. I kiss his hair and stroke his back and long for the day when we can be intimate again. His head hurts badly and he still needs rest but one day when I am holding him, he gets an erection and I know it won't be much longer.

How gentle I will be with him this time. How tenderly I will make love to him. Nothing like the horrific violence of our last session together. I still cringe at the memory. I'll ease into him, letting him adjust to my length before I even think of my own needs.

I want needto reclaim him in the wake of all that has happened.

0o0o0o0

He can walk now and feed himself. I still tend to his bathing, quite possibly because it is such an enjoyable task. I run the sponge across his chest and long to tongue his nipples. I see his cockhead, erect, peeking out from the bubbles and I reach down to give it a tug. He rewards me with a moan and a few small thrusts and I can barely walk back to the bed, my own dick is so sore and swollen.

0o0o0o0

The second cruise comes to an end but Fergus permits us to stay on board, even offering to allow us to use the vessel for the interim. I'm touched by his devotion and after bullying him into accepting three weeks of my pay in exchange, we set off for four full days. We drift aimlessly on the ocean and I take him up on deck to see the whales. He is still weak and requires my hand to steady him, especially on deck, but he is slowly coming back to life.

I can't wait any longer.

0o0o0o0

He lies quietly under me as I press into him and then the only sounds are the occasional grunt or moan while I pleasure myself. My cock is huge from a month's deprivation and I wonder that he can manage me at all. He's so tight and I am ready to explode. It takes everything I have to put it off and allow him to relax under me so that his anus stretches, permitting me to penetrate him fully. I gasp as I push myself all the way in, feeling the barrier of his prostate. He shudders in pain or pleasure and I pick up my pace, poking him with my red-hot rod until my stomach clenches and my balls tighten and I can't hold it any longer. The first spurt of semen makes me cry out and I envision the white ribbon curling in the cavity inside of him. If he were a woman, it would attack his egg and he would bear my child. As it is, the first release is followed in quick succession by more and more until I collapse, spent, on top of him, unable to hold myself up.

I am still panting when he drifts off to sleep, seemingly content that my half-erect cock remains inside of him.

0o0o0o0

He's able to recall what happened but he doesn't question it. The uncomfortable memories get buried as I busy myself with his shaft and balls, pleasing him in ways he never imagined. We talk now of the end of summer, of returning to England and what we will do. He will move in with me officially, register his new address at the post office now that school is finished for him. He wants to write and I offer to support him while he tries his hand at a novel or two. He is grateful and I fuck him a little harder that night, reminding him of the hand that feeds him.

0o0o0o0

Back in England we unpack and I fuck him leisurely in what is now our bed. I still have to go into the office and start preparations for my fall courses and I grumble appropriately about it. He asks if I would bring him the schedule for the Performing Arts Center as there may be something he wishes to see and I promise I will, pinning him briefly against the wall to bid him adieu until that evening. I bite his neck hard and remind him to keep his cock in his pants until I - and I alone - take it out. If he doesn't, I warn, I'll chop it off. He closes his eyes and leans against me, the perfect picture of subservience.

"Of course," he replies passively.

Very satisfied, I walk out the front door, eager for the day to be over so that I can be back home with him.