Better than We've Had (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirteen

Sebastian's POV

There's something wrong with William. I know it as sure as I know the sun will rise in the east every morning. He's been withdrawn. There are bags under his eyes and it is reminding me very much of when those bastards pissed in his bed. But it's also very different. It's as if the very life has been sucked out of him. His beautiful eyes are now hollow empty pools devoid of life.

Yet, I do not approach him because I fear that his condition is all my fault.

I may not be the smartest person out there but I know I said something back on that island that hurt him. I just have no clue what I said that made him react that way. Whatever it was, I don't want to make it worse. Maybe he needs some time to sort things out without me looming over his shoulder. I'll give him a couple of days to figure things out on his own. If nothing appears to be happening, perhaps then it'll be time to go to him and figure something out together.

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Pacing.

I've been pacing outside his blasted door for close to ten minutes. My indecision is crippling me. Should I talk to him? Figure out what I've done wrong?

It's been four days since leaving that island and... well, nothing's changed. Except, I fear, William's getting worse. Every day is worse than the one before. He can barely move a few steps without falling over. HE looks exhausted all the time. I fear if I do not do something soon I might lose him forever.

I rapped on the door. A minute went by and there was no answer from William.

Maybe he was asleep? But, what I had to say was important. I decided to knock again.

Just as I was turning to walk away, figuring I'd try back later, I heard something that sounded suspiciously like a muffled scream coming from inside his room. I immediately whipped around and slung the door open. "What in the seven hells are you doing?" I boomed angrily at the disgusting scene that greeted me.

There on the floor of his room lay William wearing the beautiful noblewoman's dress that I had gotten him. That he had fucked me in. That wasn't the problem. It was everything else. Everyone else.

They had him spitted like a pig. One pirate in his mouth, another in his ass while the rest rutted against him or rubbed themselves as they watched the disgusting display.

There was blood and semen all over my lover and tears were streaming down his face as he choked, trying to call to me for help.

"Hey Sebastian, come teh join us?" Mark greeted with a thrust.

I was so angry at this defilement of my love, so boiling mad, that I couldn't even express my anger properly. Deadly calm I spoke clearly so everyone could hear. "I'm going to give you ten seconds. If anybody's still here after that," I pulled my sword from its sheath, "I will slice you up so small not even plankton will be able to make a meal of you. One."

There was a collective gasp.

"Two."

The jerking and rubbing stopped.

"Three."

They pulled out of my poor William.

"Four."

William cried out in pain.

"Five."

They struggled to make themselves look decent.

"Six."

Pulled up their trousers.

"Seven."

And tied them.

"Eight."

They began fleeing out the door.

"Nine."

One of them tripped.

"Ten."

I shoved him outside of the room, pushing my sword through his gut to help him along. I gave an upward jerk and yanked my sword out, not even bothering to look at who I just killed before shutting the door and turning back to my love.

He was laying on the floor, hands over his head, humiliated by anyone seeing how they treated him. I sat down next to him without a word and moved his arms so I could see that beautiful tortured face. As he dissolved into tears I pulled him into my arms, holding and comforting him until he cried his fill. They had tainted our times wearing the same outfit, made those memories darker by using the same dress to defile him.

Once he was calmer I asked the one question I needed to know and dreaded the answer to all the same, "How long?" How long had I been oblivious to his suffering, let him suffer alone?

His watery eyes focused on mine before whispering, "Since the island. Every day."

My rage was near the boiling point again but I didn't let show. Instead I held William until he fell into an exhausted sleep. Gingerly I placed my love in his bed and went to fetch Wesley to take a look at his injuries.

As I stepped out of William's room I dully noted that the person who had tasted my blade was Gustav. We'd need a new master gunner. Bastard got what he deserved.

After sending Wesley on his way, I went to see my brother, Captain Jack Barlow.

I barged into his room without knocking to see him looking over our supply lists.

"Will you ever learn to knock?" he asked me tiredly.

"Not likely," I deadpanned before launching into the real reason I was here. He listened as I reported the harsh treatment that William has received from members of the crew since practically stepping onboard Intrepid.

My brother folded his hands sagely in front of him and, to my astonishment, sided with the bastards that hurt William. "That's what he gets for sleeping with men," he began, "And yes, I know he's sleeping with men." Looking right at me he continued, "Had I known he was a Molly from the get-go, I would not have hired him. As it stands now, the only fate that awaits him is being thrown overboard with his hands bound tight behind him so there is no escape from drowning. The world will be a little lighter with one less of them in it. It is a shame about poor Gustav though."

I couldn't believe the harshness of his words. They stung me to my very core, especially because everything he said could not only be spoken about William, but me as well. Is this what he would do to me if he knew that I liked men?

They always say on land that the only thing better than one hanging is two hangings. Time to find out how my brother will react when learning that his own brother does not like the fairer sex. Would he send us both off the ship?

"Then you damn well better throw me overboard with him because I'm the man he's fucking," I had just enough time to see my brother's wide eyed look of shock before slamming his door shut behind me.

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Pic's as close to William's dress as I can find. maybe I'll draw him in it.