the elegant captain hook | scömìche

chapter two

two chapters in one day because i like your comments

~ansley

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Scott was humiliated.

Mitch refused to let him out of his room unless he put on the collar Mitch somehow had for him. It was leather and black and had 'Property of Captain Hook' written on a pink tag in cursive font. Which Scott found odd, because Mitch didn't have a hook.

Scott was also forced to crawl around on his hands and knees, which hurt because of yesterday, but Mitch wouldn't let him up. He even attached a diamond-studded leash to Scott's collar and was leading him around like he was actually an animal.

All of the pirates were laughing as they saw him, and Mitch smirked, tugging on the leash and causing Scott to fall onto his side. He let out a groan of pain as the pirates laughed harder, and flushed bright red, forcing himself back up on his hands and knees. Mitch crouched down by his side, tilting Scott's face up so he was forced to look in his eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, darling. Did I make you fall?" he asked, and anyone who didn't know the situation would probably think he genuinely meant it.

Scott mustered up whatever dignity he had left and glared at him, but Mitch simply smiled, giving him a loving kiss on the forehead and straightening up. "Set sail, boys!" he called, and the pirates kicked into action, many of them still trying to control their laughter.

Mitch pulled Scott over to the bow, where the steering wheel was. "Sit," he commanded, and Scott reluctantly sat, hissing in pain. Mitch smirked and scoped out the area. "Sore?" he asked without looking down at him, and Scott flushed bright red and hid his face in his hands. Mitch glanced down at him and tsked, nudging him hard enough to knock him over. "Don't cover your face, darling," he scolded. Scott grumbled under his breath as he sat up. "I want to see how pretty you are." Those eight words actually caused Scott to blush, and he kept his gaze on the floor, determined not to let Mitch see the effect he had on him.

As soon as Mitch got bored of driving the ship, he called another pirate up, a man named Eric. Eric glared down at Scott, and the blonde shrank away, not liking his hatred-filled gaze. "Drive the ship, Eric," Mitch commanded lazily, then tugged Scott away without waiting for an answer.

"Hey, Cap'n! Can I pet the prisoner?" a pirate suddenly called, and Mitch smiled, breezing over to him and forcing Scott to crawl pathetically after him. "Go ahead. Scottie loves being petted," Mitch purred, offering Scott up to the pirate.

The pirate smirked, crouching down to Scott's level. "You're such a pretty kitty," he growled lowly, reaching forward to roughly tug Scott's head back by his hair and expose his neck. Scott let out a quiet whine from the pain, his eyes watering, and Mitch's eyes flashed, but he kept silent. The pirate smirked, leaning forward to lick Scott's neck.

The prisoner shuddered. Mitch's eyes flashed again. The pirate leaned forward and did it once more.

Which, unfortunately for him, was not the right thing to do.

"Stop it," Mitch growled, tugging Scott back and away from the pirate. The pirate looked up at Mitch, surprise on his features. "I'm sorry, Cap'n. I didn't think you would care," he said honestly, but Mitch's eyes simply darkened. "He's mine," he snarled, and the pirate nodded, getting up. "Of course, Cap'n. I'm sorry." Mitch stared at him for a long time, his upper lip still curled back in a snarl as he debated how properly to punish the pirate for touching what was his.

"Wall the plank," he said eventually, and the pirate's eyes widened. "W-Walk the plank? But- but Captain—"

"Do it before I push you." Mitch was still glaring at him, his grip tightening on Scott's leash and his eyes the color of obsidian. The pirate nodded, starting to tremble. "Y-Yes, Cap'n." Mitch ignored the forming crowd of pirates watching with wide eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, still keeping a firm grip on Scott's leash. "Well?" The pirate, still trembling, quickly made his way over to the plank of wood sticking out the side. Mitch watched him with cold eyes and an emotionless expression. Shakily, the pirate stepped up onto it and walked towards the end. He stared down at the churning sea. "C-Captain, please—"