the elegant captain hook | scömìche

chapter eighteen

no smut in this one but the next one is really smutty

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really smutty

also tell me what you guys think pls i wish to do better

~ansley

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It was the middle of the night. The ship was quiet, as the pirates were all asleep — even the lookout. Scott had his arms around Mitch's waist and his head on his chest, occasionally nuzzling against him in his sleep. Mitch was holding Scott close, his chest slowly rising and falling as he breathed. Their legs were tangled together under the covers.

Silent as an owl, another ship pulled up to the Jolly Roger. One by one, pirates climbed on board and immediately rushed to find where Mitch kept his treasure. The lookout didn't wake up.

One pirate found the captain's chambers and smirked, carefully pushing the door open. He crept inside as quietly as a mouse, taking things off the walls and Mitch's dresser. It wasn't until he noticed the glittering leash that he turned around to see the sleeping prisoner curled on top of who he assumed to be the captain. The pirate immediately smirked wider and inched closer, prodding him until he rolled off of Mitch and closer to the pirate. Scott whined in his sleep, frowning and reaching for Mitch again, but the pirate carefully clipped the leash to his collar and tugged.

Scott woke up with a yelp, falling off the bed. He groaned quietly as he hit the floor, but the pirate quickly tugged him away before Mitch could wake up. Scott quickly realized the man who was leading him was not his daddy and tried to resist, whimpering quietly. "N-No. L-L-Let g-go of m-me. Daddy!" he cried, pulling as hard as he could on the leash. "Shut up," the pirate snapped, hitting Scott up the back of his head. Scott whimpered again and shrunk into himself, but obeyed.

Mitch woke up alone. He immediately sat up, searching frantically for Scott. "Darling?" he called, but then suddenly he heard the shouts of his waking pirates and panic filled him. He scrambled out of bed and rushed out of his chambers with his hand on his knife.

It was chaos. Half-dressed pirates were running around, trying frantically to fend off the other invading pirates. Mitch ignored it all, struggling to keep calm as he scanned the crowd for his darling. His eyes were dark and dangerous.

Suddenly, Mitch spotted Scott being pulled onto the opposite ship. His heart jolted as Scott fell the deck on the other ship and some pirate kicked him hard. His eyes darkened more and he marched over, drawing his knife.

"What the f*ck do you think you're doing?" he snapped, stopping right at the edge of his ship. Scott whimpered at the sound of his voice and tried to get up, but the pirate kicked him again. "Taking your prisoner. He's quite attractive, isn't he?" he smirked, his eyes raking over Scott's body. Mitch felt fiery rage burn in his chest. He stood up on the rail and stepped over to the other ship in a swift movement, having his knife pressed against the pirate's neck before he could marvel as to how he did it. "He's mine," Mitch snarled as he slit the pirate's throat.

The pirate crumpled lifelessly to the ground and Mitch stared distastefully at the body for a moment, his eyes dark and cold. He finally broke his gaze when Scott whimpered again, immediately softening and crouching down by Scott's side. "I'm so sorry, darling. Are you okay?" Mitch asked quietly, concern shining in his eyes. Scott whimpered quieter, but nodded, pulling himself up just to collapse against Mitch. The sudden weight caused Mitch to fall so he was sitting, and Scott took the opportunity to curl up against him and hide his face in Mitch's neck. Mitch gently wrapped his arms around him and held the back of Scott's neck, massaging it softly to relax him. It worked, and Scott curled up more with a soft sigh.

"Well, well, well. What have we here?" a loud voice said mockingly, and Mitch immediately held Scott more possessively, looking up at the speaker with dark eyes. It was the captain of the other ship, and he was smirking. "A prisoner and a captain cuddling? What is this?" The other captain began to circle them slowly, looking them up and down. "Not on my ship," he said, kicking Scott hard. Scott let out a noise that resembled both a whimper and a groan, curling up more in an effort to protect himself. Mitch's eyes flashed and he slowly moved his hand to his knife. "We wouldn't be on your ship if it weren't for the pirate of yours that tried to take my prisoner," he snapped. Scott knew Mitch was calling him that because that's what he was, but it did sting a little.

"Ah, yes. Poor Jack," the captain said mockingly, his gaze flickering to the motionless pirate on the ground. "He only wanted someone to f*ck." Scott flinched at that, whimpering softly and clutching at Mitch's shirt. Mitch let out a growl and pulled away from Scott, marching towards the other captain. Mitch was a lot smaller than him, and Scott watched nervously.

Mitch raised his hand as soon as he got close enough and slapped the other captain as hard as he could. The fighting on the other ship momentarily stopped, and everyone turned to watch what was happening. Mitch's eyes were darker than usual, a low growl escaping his lips. "Don't talk about my darling that way." The captain sneered, shoving Mitch back. "Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it, pipsqueak?" Scott whimpered quietly, chewing nervously on his lip. Mitch snapped and grabbed the other captain's collar, slamming him hard against the rail. "First, I will rip out your vocal cords so you can't f*cking scream. Then, I will tear off your eyelids so you're forced to watch as I rip you apart limb from f*cking limb and leave you to drown in your own f*cking blood."

Silence.

The other captain wasn't exactly scared, but he stared back at Mitch uneasily. Mitch growled in the back of his throat, releasing him and taking a step back. "That's what I thought," he spat, stalking over to Scott and gently helping him up. Scott was trembling, but he leaned into Mitch's touch as he helped him back over to the Jolly Roger.

The fighting resumed when some pirate punched another, and Scott was separated from Mitch in the fray. He whimpered, looking frantically around, but he couldn't find Mitch anywhere. He whimpered again but quieter that time, and decided just to make his way to Mitch's chambers and wait for him there.

The fighting seemed to go on for hours. Scott curled up on Mitch's bed and buried his face in the captain's pillow, hidden under the covers. At last, Mitch's pirates managed to drive the others away, but an alarmed shout caused Scott to sit up. "Captain!" Scott's eyes widened and he scrambled out of Mitch's chambers, his heart jerking as he saw an unconscious Mitch slumped against the side of the ship. He let out a soft whimper and rushed over, falling to his knees beside him and tucking himself under Mitch's arm. He hid his face in Mitch's shoulder as the doctor hurriedly tried to figure out what happened, and slowly, he began to cry.