"Arabian Nights"
Part 55
by Mel
When they left the Prince's rooms, the Captain's hands were everywhere. His men stood beside them, but it was more like they were leading them. Dusk had fallen and Dom was led out of the palace. His feet stumbled at the threshold, almost every warning everyone had given him since he arrived at the palace weeks ago screamed through his head.
"Easy, love," the Captain murmured in his ear, biting the lobe for good measure, "your Prince won't mind, and I'll have you back before daybreak."
It'd be so easy. Just a quick knee in the pirate's groin, a dash between the guards and he'd be on the roofs and out of the city. He'd be free again.
Then he'd be a hunted man. He'd never be able to see Orli or Jared again. And the most annoying thing, the thing that worried him the most, was that this Captain would then go back and demand Elijah to keep him company for the night. Three weeks ago Dom wouldn't have cared, he would have sat there, happy to watch the painted doll pawed roughly by the Pirate.
Then today he had watched him pull together a miracle. With no help from the Prince he had turned their courtyard into somewhere fit to serve royalty. He'd begged, pleaded and generally batted his eyelids at as many household staff as he could, securing them the best food and even a bottle of the Caliph's finest wine for the dinner. Elijah had found and dressed them all in their best clothes, had even sprayed them all with the expensive perfume the Prince had bought him at the markets.
Dom realized with some surprise that before he had become a painted doll, Elijah must have been nobility. All the signs had been there, Dom had just been too caught up in his own self righteousness to notice. What must it have been like, to go from having everything to nothing in a few short moments? Dominic knew all too well what it felt like, and knew he owed the other boy an apology. This would be his own form of making amends, whether Elijah choose to see it that way or not.
All in all, the Captain wasn't too bad. Dominic had offered his body to dirtier, uglier men with much less nobler incentives then he did now. The captain had a thick head of black hair, and a neatly trimmed beard and moustache. At least he smelled clean, if a little like the sea. He was pretty fairly restrained, touching Dominic's body through his clothing as they moved through the streets. His lips teased him often though and he was skilled at what he did.
The reasons Aqaba had been so sought after were varied and interesting, but Dom always believed it had to do with where it was situated. Aqaba's south-west border touched the sea. The Pirate Captain was leading him to the port.
His ship wasn't the biggest in the harbour, it looked like a merchant vessel which must have arrived a few hours before and was emptying itself of its cargo. Still it was a nice size, and looked that as though it had been at sea for a very long time. The Caliph would not have been stupid enough to not offer the Captain a room in the palace, Dom could only guess that the man was more comfortable on his vessel than in the palace.
The Captain led him onto the ship, ignoring the jeers of his crew. Dom had forgotten that Elijah had dressed him in soft gold pantaloons and a vest. With his tanned skin and made up face Dom realised that he must look like a doll at the moment. The deck rolled beneath his bare feet, but Dom found his sea legs soon enough, inadvertently pressing his body into the Captain as he balanced himself. On arriving at the familiar confines of the ship, the Captain's aides left him and he lost any inhibitions he had had.
An arm secured itself around Dom's shoulders and wrapped around his chest, the hand delving beneath the open vest, pulling sharply at a nipple. The other hand cupped around his groin, tugging sharply.
"That was a very noble thing you did, boy." The Pirate hissed softly in his ear, hot breath bathing the flesh. "But I don't rape anyone, you're here because you choose to be, or I'll send you packing right now. Which is it?"
The Pirate was giving him a chance to go home, no questions asked. He almost took it too, the chance to leave it all and pretend nothing had happened.
Maybe he was selfish, or perhaps he really was the ‘Whore' Elijah had called him, but Dominic didn't want to go back to those rooms tonight. He leant back into the Pirate's embrace, turning his head and nuzzling his neck. Tonight he just wanted the decisions taken from his hands.
"I'll stay."
"Oh good," the Captain turned his head, capturing Dom's lips in a heated kiss, turning his legs to jelly. "Cause I wouldn't have been too happy to let you go." His hand stroked Dom's growing arousal, squeezing it hungrily, making the boy in his arms gasp. "Shall we retire to my cabin?"
"Please?"
The Captain kissed him again, beard scraping against Dom's tender flesh as he moved him across the deck. Dom let himself be all but dragged below, melting beneath this man's power and confidence. He knew what he wanted, and right now it was Dom.
Dom didn't see much of the ship, his own hands delving beneath the Captain's clothing, touching hard planes of flesh. He realized it probably would have been a lot harder to get away from the Pirate than he had first thought as the Captain pressed him suddenly against a wall, hands delving into his pants, making him whimper as the Captain held him still.
"Lovely," the Captain breathed against his neck, suckling at it. "You make the sexiest little noises. I can't wait till you're under me, begging for it."
A jolt bolted through Dom's body and he moaned. The Captain bit down on his neck in response, practically growling, a spare hand finding the doorknob and opening the door beside them. He shoved Dom through it, all but tearing the vest from his body.
A boy sat on the Captain's bed. He was beautiful, exotic, with long black hair and the clearest blue eyes, he couldn't have been any older than Elijah. He was wearing only his breeches, but he slipped from the bed silently. The Captain paused in his ministrations to kiss the younger man tenderly.
"Be careful." He told him quietly, receiving a cheeky grin in response. He kissed the Captain on the tip of his nose, threw Dom a sultry wink and sashayed out of the door, closing it behind him.
Dom didn't have a chance to wonder much about the other boy before the Captain's demanding lips were back on his, drawing the breath from him. Dom could taste him though, under the salty taste of the Captain he could taste sweet spice from the boy's lips.
With the top half of his body now free of clothing, the Captain's hands were quick to map it. He pulled his body close, grinding himself against Dom's smaller frame. They fell down on top of his bed, it smelled like the boy had tasted, the Captain's kisses were making Dom's head spin. The man knew what he was doing and was amazingly good at what he did. Dom bit his lip when his hands started playing with his nipples.
"No, no my sweet," He sucked at Dom's lips, pulling them free from his teeth. "There will be no hiding from me. I want to hear your passion." Dom knew he would be leaving marks, but he couldn't help but whimper as the Captain moved his way down his body.
"Who was he?"
The Captain paused, dark eyes watching him. "He is my partner," his tongue flicked out, flicking a nipple and enticing eliciting, another gasp.
"He doesn't mind?" Dom's grey eyes watch the Captain's body trail down his own, slowly pulling the remainder of his clothing off.
"He would have stayed, if you had not seemed so uncomfortable here. He is very good at picking up on a person's feelings." He purred, feeling the unclothed arousal in his hand, licking the head gently. "He is my little nymph, and he knows you had enough trouble deciding to stay with me, let alone another person, isn't that right, my sweet?"
The Captain didn't really wait for an answer, swallowing half of Dom's arousal, driving all thought from Dom's mind. He writhed, panting, clinging to the sheets. It had been a long time since anyone had made him feel like this. Even the Prince never made him feel this possessed.
He arched when two oiled fingers entered him, crying out. The Captain was not as harsh as he had expected, but he was obviously highly aroused, swallowing around him hungrily as he prepared his body as quickly as he was able. Dom shivered, clinging to the captain's head, tugging at his hair. He dragged him up his body, hungrily capturing those sweet lips. Dom couldn't wait, and they had till dawn for gentleness.
"Please," he begged against those lips, tasting himself. "Now."
The Captain kissed him, moving him, wrapping his legs around his waist. The man was still dressed, slipping his pants down enough to free himself. Kissing him the Captain pressed his erection against Dom's entrance.
"Beautiful, my sweet," he bit down on his neck, as he entered him. Dom howled as the pleasure and pain mixed, the Captain cooing at the sound. He kept moving forward, Dom clinging to him, panting heavily. "That's it. You're very tight. It's been a while, hasn't it, but you can take it, can't you, my sweet?"
Dom nodded against his skin, the pain gone now, leaving only pleasure in its wake. He began to move against the Captain, gasping and mewing. The man above him smiled before leaning down and kissing him.
He pushed harder, faster, one hand clinging to Dom's hip, pulling him sharply down to meet his thrusts. Dom stared up at him, and for a moment those dark, soul filled eyes became a blue that changed colour when the mood struck. A blue that of late had been dull and lifeless with illness. Dom gasped, reaching between them, grasping his arousal, closing his eyes against the vision.
The Captain kissed him, hard, all teeth and tongue, surging against him suddenly. Dom whimpered, he was so close, just a little more.
Growling against Dom's lips the Captain buried himself deep, filling Dom, making the boy cry out as he followed the shuddering man. Collapsing on top of him the Captain kissed him lazily, still buried in him.
"It's not nice to think of someone else." he told him quietly. "Perhaps we should try again, no?"
Dominic thought of the Prince on two more occasions, but the Captain didn't mention it again.
***
Dom lay so he could see out of the porthole, the Pirate cuddled against his back, sleeping at last. Dom watched as colour started to return to the sky, knowing he would have to return soon, his little haven would be gone.
The door opened behind him and he looked over his shoulder. The young man had returned, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his hair all tousled and fly away. At first Dom thought he'd had the same kind of night that he and the Captain had had, but he realised there were large bags under his eyes. His hair was more windswept than bed rumpled. He must have sat on the deck all night by himself.
The boy crawled onto the bed, dropping the blanket and moved over to the Captain. He kissed him gently, drawing him awake. Dom turned away, feeling as if he was intruding, and the Captain rolled away from him.
There was a sudden thump and Dom sat up, surprised and trying not to laugh. A rather befuddled Captain was on the floor, the young man cuddling into the Pirate's spot on the bed.
The Captain shook the fogginess from his eyes and stood, stretching. "I believe that was my wake up call to take you home, my sweet." He took a moment, hunting for their clothes, tossing them to Dominic. He got dressed quickly, following the Pirate. He looked back once, a pair of smiling, curious blue eyes watched him leave before the Captain firmly closed the door and shooed him out onto the deck.
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