the elegant captain hook | scömìche

chapter nine

thanks frens for the ideas they're gr8

i'm gonna need more though but for now enjOy

~ansley

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Mitch paced impatiently as the doctor worked on Scott, feverishly running his hands through his hair. He was both desperate and worried, but he couldn't take it out on Josh — Mitch had killed him already. There were no pirates Mitch liked in that way, so he was simply going to be forced to wait.

Finally, the doctor pulled away from Scott, his gloved hands covered with blood. Scott, however, was clean, his wounds now clearly visible. They were long, ugly cuts running along the length of his chest, some overlapping the others. Mitch felt sick to his stomach just looking at them.

"He should be fine, Captain. I gave him some medicine to help his body make more blood. I'm assuming you want to use him?"

Mitch simply nodded, his gaze focused on Scott.

"Please be careful then. Obviously, the wounds will take quite some time to heal, so you don't want to open them up again. Is that all?" the doctor asked, picking up his work bag. "When will he wake up?" Mitch asked quietly, forcing his gaze off of Scott to look at the doctor. "I'm not sure. Give him a few hours," the doctor answered, and Mitch groaned internally, not sure if he could wait that long. "Okay," Mitch said instead, looking back at Scott. "You're dismissed." The doctor nodded his head slightly in thanks and disappeared.

Mitch decided to pass the time by making marks on Scott's body. He was sure not to go near his wounds, sucking on his collarbone and nibbling carefully on his sweet spot. He pressed feverish kisses along his jaw, allowing his hands to roam Scott's body. Soon enough, he rested his hands on Scott's hips and kissed him hard.

It wasn't very long until Mitch felt Scott weakly kissing him back, and he pulled away, keeping his hands on Scott's hips. Scott forced his eyes open to stare sleepily at Mitch. "Hi, Daddy," he whispered weakly, pulling again on his restraints. He wanted to touch him and be reassured it was his actual daddy and not the mean pirates. "Hello, darling," Mitch murmured, turning his attention back to Scott's neck. Scott's breath hitched and his eyes fluttered closed again, his head falling against his arm. Mitch hid a smile and kissed his mark on Scott's skin, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Scott's boxers. Scott shivered and tilted his head even more, tugging on his restraints. "Daddy?" he practically moaned, and Mitch looked up at him through his eyelashes, his eyes dark with lust. "Yes, darling?" he growled hungrily. Scott moaned again and gasped, "Please..."

"Please what, darling?"

"Please touch me..."

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Scott gasped for air, his chest heaving and his body shaking in his restraints as he tried to catch his breath. Mitch kissed him hard, and Scott weakly kissed him back, whining quietly into the kiss and pulling on the chains that held his wrists to the board. "What do you want, you worthless sl*t?" Mitch growled against his lips, and Scott whimpered at his words, pulling harder. "Please unchain me, Daddy."

Mitch pulled away sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. "No." Scott whimpered and pulled harder. "Please, Daddy... I want to touch you." Mitch's eyes flashed and he slapped him hard, smirking as Scott yelped in pain. "No touching. Only I can touch you, understood?" he said coldly, raising an eyebrow. "Y-Yes, Daddy," Scott whimpered, and Mitch smiled, kissing his mark again before slowly undoing the straps pinning Scott's wrists to the board.

As soon as they were free, they fell pathetically to Scott's sides. In his desperation, he whimpered and tried to grab Mitch to bring him back up to his lips as the captain crouched to undo the straps around his ankles, but Mitch slapped his hands away. "No. Bad," he scolded, and Scott whined quietly, but forced his hands away from Mitch to instead wrap them around his stomach. Mitch straightened up once Scott's ankles were free and finally kissed Scott.

The prisoner melted into the kiss and kissed back desperately, wanting to pull him closer but not daring. Luckily for him, Mitch stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Scott's torso as they kissed, pressing himself totally against Scott.

Mitch dug his nails into Scott's bare back, and Scott whimpered into the kiss at the pain. Mitch took the opportunity to force his tongue into Scott's mouth and held him tightly against himself as he explored Scott's mouth with his tongue.

When Mitch finally pulled away, it was only to let Scott breathe. Plus he wanted to take Scott in his chambers, where no one could interrupt them. "On your knees," he demanded, and Scott immediately dropped into submission, his head bowed respectfully. Mitch smiled and patted his head, briefly searching the room to find Scott's leash before clipping it to his collar. "Come." Scott followed Mitch obediently, flinching away from Smee when they passed him. Mitch glared at Smee too, pulling Scott protectively away from the first mate and skirting him widely.

As soon as they were safely inside Mitch's chambers, the captain pulled Scott up and kissed him again, but pulled away quickly to stare thoughtfully at Scott. "Put on some clothes," he said eventually. "I want to take them off." Scott nodded slightly, murmuring a small "Yes, Daddy" as he slipped on his shirt and pants. After he finished, Mitch pushed him against the door again, connecting their lips once more.

The pair kissed hungrily, Mitch's hands roaming Scott's body. Scott moaned quietly into the kiss and resisted the urge to pull him closer, not wanting to get in trouble with his daddy.

Mitch slipped his hands under Scott's shirt and felt his skin, then abruptly pulled the shirt roughly off of his body. Scott yelped in surprise, but Mitch slammed their lips together again, silencing him instantly.

When Mitch finally pulled away for good, Scott's lips were swollen and he was struggling to breathe. Mitch smirked and threw him on the bed, straddling him and running his hands over Scott's shoulders. "Are you going to be a good boy, or am I going to have to tie you up?" he murmured in his ear. Scott shivered and shook his head. "I'll be good, Daddy."

"Good," Mitch breathed, tugging on his earlobe with his teeth. Scott shivered again, goosebumps rising on his skin. "Now, shall we get started?" Mitch murmured, and without waiting for an answer, he attacked Scott's neck once more.