Calm My Raging Seas

'Virginal Captive Captain'

WAAIIITT! DON'T KILL ME! I can explain! ............. okay it's not really a good explanation so I'm not going to bother. BUT I HAVE AN UPDATE SO you CAN'T KILL ME!

*crosses arms* If you kill me, no smut in any of the stories. Soooooooo, you kind of need me alive.

But anyway.... Thank you for waiting (and not killing me) and please enjoy!

Ciao~*

Pirate captain Levan walked back down the steps that would bring him to his quarters when he heard something. He slowed his pace as he got closer and listened closely, hearing what sounded like thumping. Puzzled, he opened the door slowly and had to jerk back to narrowly avoid being hit in the face with a journal that had been sent sailing toward his face.

Flinging the door open angrily, he saw the former captain Arlow laying in the same position as he had left him except his lower body was now laying at an odd angle with his right leg hanging off of the bed. Levan's eyes roamed over the man's body until they reached his eyes that were smoldering with rage. Quirking an eyebrow, he retrieved the journal and proceeded further into the room with the unpredictable captive.

"Mind telling me what is wrong darling?" Levan asked as he made his way to the side of his desk where he perched himself, looking down at the brunette man.

"You claimed my lips as if we were lovers and then you departed," Arlow seethed. He didn't understand why this man had done such a thing to him nor did he know what it was that he wanted.

"Yes," Levan seemed miffed that that was what was on Arlow's mind. "And this is of importance why?"

Arlow refused to answer and turned away from the pirate captain so he could stare out the small window and try to ignore his presence. The way that Arlow was acting was confusing the young pirate captain since he had never encountered a man who had ever been so sensitive on this subject before nor had a woman been except for when...

Realization finally dawned on him as he continued to gaze upon the young man. Levan's mouth fell open in a silent 'oh' before it slowly started to twist into a devilish grin. Pushing himself off of his desk he crossed the small distance to the bed and placed his knee next to Arlow. Bending down next to him, Levan could see him tense at his sudden presence.

"Did I,perhaps, steal your first kiss?" Levan purred into Arlow's ear.

Arlow's cheeks ignited with a heavy blush at Levan's words but he still said nothing.He refused to give the man the satisfaction of seeing him being flustered over something that was considered very simple and sometimes meaningless for most men. Levan simply could not believe that this man before him was as pure as they come, save for the foul mouth. Not that he had personal knowledge on whether or not the man was pure but he was quite sure that if he had never kissed before, then he surely has never been intimate with another.

Gently grabbing Arlow's chin, Levan forced his captive to look at him instead of the beautiful waters of the sea. He brought his face close to the other's with a smirk as he saw Arlow's face engulfed with a blush once more.

"Allow me to enlighten you on the joys of kissing," Levan murmured, brushing his lips against the other's.

Arlow's breath hitched in his throat and before he could say anything, Levan's lips were upon his, hungrily devouring them. Arlow noticed it wasn't like last time where it had been a sloppy and brutal kiss but instead, this one was slow and tender. He wasn't at all sure of what he was supposed to do and how he was suppose to kiss. Was it not custom for someone to give you prelessons?

Levan broke what Arlow thought was a disastrous kiss and reached into his pocket. He produced a single key and without hesitation, he reached forward and undid the restraints around Arlow's wrists, letting them drop onto the bed. Arlow stared at the man in shock, wondering why he was suddenly releasing his hands but he didn't have long to ponder on this since the pirate was guiding Arlow's hands up to his shoulders.

Levan pressed his forehead against Arlow's and brushed their lips together once more.

"Just move your lips with mine," Levan murmured. "Close your eyes, keep your mouth open just a bit and leave the rest to me."

Not waiting for a reply, Levan smashed their lips together and began to move them, working them like a pro. He could feel the lad beneath him getting the hang of it and kissing him back, causing the pirate to smirk into the kiss. He nibbled on Arlow's bottom lip, making him gasp at the new sensation and providing Levan the perfect opportunity to invade the young man's mouth. He wasted no time in claiming the man's tongue and using his talented tongue in was that should be considered a sin. A devious thought flitted through his mind as he opened his eyes to peer down at the virginal captive captain.

Not breaking the kiss, he climbed up onto the bed and straddled the younger male. He began to kiss Arlow more passionately as he ran his hands under the lad's tunic, causing him to shiver in what could only be pleasure. Without any forewarning, he brushed his hand over the younger man's lower region. This caused Arlow to throw his head back at the sudden rush of pleasure and he dug his nails into the devilish pirate captain's shoulders. He heard him chuckle and forced his eyes open to glare at him the best he could but it was useless when Levan stroked him once more, eliciting an involuntary moan from him. Arlow blushed furiously and slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening in horror.

Levan leaned down and nipped at his ear while prying his hands away.

"Let me hear more," he demanded, barely above a whisper. "It makes me want to do unimaginable things to you, my dear captain."

Arlow's eyes widened but this time it was from embarrassment. Levan smirked at his companion's innocence as he began to tug his tunic up. Arlow's tanned skin was exposed, revealing a flat, hardened stomach from his time on the sea. This only aroused the pirate captain more for he had never seen a more heavenly body than this.

Levan's hand crept higher up Arlow's heaving chest, pulling the tunic along with it, but before things could get too heated, Levan's door slammed open.

They both snapped their heads toward the door, Levan glaring daggers as Arlow's face felt as if it had been set aflame . Ambrose was standing in the doorway with a panic stricken expression and his clothes askew.

"Captain," He breathed. "We're under attack."