Calm My Raging Seas

Something Interesting

Hello my Bunny Clan! I apologize for not updating this earlier but I was being lazy and I had my loves with me, food and Deadpool. My bed was my side hoe.....

Anywhore, I updated! Booyah! But It's probably what you guys would call "short", whatever the heck that means. It means niente in my book ᕙ('▽')ᕗ

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Anyway enjoy, my Bunnies!

Levan awoke to a pounding sensation in back of his head and he groaned as he pushed himself up using his elbows. It took him not even a moment to remember that the former captain Arlow had kicked him from behind and with that thought he launched himself off the floor and to his feet. He looked around the room wildly for his captive, thinking he had escaped, but a very light snore caught his attention and made him look down. Arlow had managed to fall asleep despite the odd angle his arms were at and the fact that he had just knocked Levan unconscious didn't seem to bother him at all.

Angered, Levan growled before he pounced on the sleeping Arlow, wrapping his hands around the younger man's throat. Arlow jerked awake and stared into the pirate's hateful eyes as he was being strangled. Swiftly moving his feet, Arlow lashed out with his foot and nailed the other man in the gut, forcing him to stumble backward and trip over a few loose objects that were strewn about the room.

"You are awake," Arlow noted with a frown as he hoisted himself up to lean against the headboard. Levan stood and brushed himself off before he glared at the passive man.

"Indeed I am." He spat while glaring daggers.

"Pity,"Arlow deadpanned. He turned his head to look out of the window that was somewhat close to him. He was glad that he was able to at least see the ocean even if he were not allowed out in the open.

He ducked a boot that was sent sailing toward his head and heard it smack into the wood behind him. Lifting his head he sent a questioning look towards the angry looking pirate whom stood in the middle of the room.

"You seem quite hostile," Arlow teased. "And I thought you were trying to court me earlier."

Levan scowled before he moved to lean against his desk and stared at his strange captive. He couldn't figure this man out, his previous captives had either been terrified of him, hated him, or lusted after him. Those were the ones that Levan despised the most but he was not one to pass up a warm body to accompany him in bed. Arlow, on the other hand, did not seem to fit into any of those categories for he was stubborn and had this teasing manner about him. It was something that drew Levan to the younger man and Levan did not intend on letting him go.

"Aye," Levan answered studying the man carefully. "But it appears you do not reciprocate my affections."

Arlow's eyebrows shot to his hairline as his expression became one of shock.

"I did not think you were capable of such knowledge!" Rolling his eyes, Levan came to sit on the edge of the bed. He stared at the brunette with a calculating look before he clambered onto the bed and straddled his legs, rendering them useless. He wanted to avoid an incident such as the one as last time.

Arlow watched through narrowed eyes as the pirate climbed on top of him but as soon as his legs were rendered useless, he knew he was at the complete mercy of this man. His grey eyes locked with hazel ones and he did nothing but watch them get closer with each passing second.

When Levan was close enough, Arlow brought his head back slightly to make it seem as if he were confused and at the last second, jerked his head forward to headbutt the pirate. Levan's hand shot out and slapped across the rebellious man's forehead and slammed it back against the headboard, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to daze him for a second.

The second Arlow's head hit the wood behind him, he was dazed and Levan took advantage of that and attacked his mouth with his own. He slipped his tongue into the other's mouth and explored as Arlow grunted into the kiss. Feeling his jaw move, Levan gripped the grey eyed man's jaw and continued to mercilessly attack his mouth. After several moments Arlow began fighting the pirate's tongue with his own, unaware of what exactly what was going on for he had never kissed before. He had done the simple pecks before, sure, but this was something entirely new to him!

The pirate captain smiled into the kiss and began to lead Arlow through what he thought of as a 'tongue battle' while some referred to it as 'a dance of the lips.' He felt Arlow slowly melting into the kiss and he began to kiss him more passionately, even running a hand through Arlow's hair as an affectionate gesture. He only pulled away when they both needed air and he smirked at the sight that lay before him. The rebellious former captain was slightly panting through his parted, pink lips while his cheeks were aflame. His eyes seemed glossed over as he stared almost unseeingly at the smirking pirate, he wasn't even aware of his now messed up hair.

Without a word, Levan left the room and a dazed Arlow and closed the door behind him before he made his way above deck to the wheel. He stood next to his first mate who was at the wheel, staring straight ahead. He glanced over at his best friend and captain as the man came to a stop next to him. He took notice of the way he held himself and the slight grin he had upon his face.

Directing his eyes back ahead of him he cleared his throat, catching Levan's attention.

"Something interesting happen below deck?" He questioned with a raised brow.

A full blown grin spread across Levan's face as he shook his head at his friend before he faced forward as well.

"Found something interesting, Ambrose," he mumbled. "Something interesting."