I Will Sail With No Pirate! (mxm)

Chapter 5

Alexandre swallowed hard when he realized exactly what point the blood pirate was making. No matter how truthful or logical his own words, the other man was the master and he would forever be his slave... until he became bored and deemed him fit to die, that is.    

While his pet peeve was being poked fun at in this sort of way, he knew to hold his tongue. Instead, he forced himself to bare his neck in submission as he whispered.

"Aye, Captain."

There was a short time where sound was absent between them after he'd spoken, but when the blood pirate did make his move, Alexandre could feel his heart stumbling over itself in response. The man lunged for his throat, but he knew that he had to keep himself in a submissive posture. But dear god above, he wanted to strike out so badly. Even though he knew that it would be futile. 

When Alexandre returned to his senses, he realized that the man was not biting him like he'd thought he would, but was instead looking down at him from mere inches above his face. Seeing him so close, hearing the quiet growls that accompanied his breathing... it was, surreal. He knew that he should be afraid, and he definitely was not in short supply of that emotion, but one could not wonder at how god could have created such an amazing creature, or if perhaps the devil had a hand its shaping, instead.

When he didn't move or speak Alexandre's eyes began to slowly wander along the planes of his face. His skin was smooth but also showed the wear of the long, violent life he had lived. There was a nearly-invisible scar just under his jaw, and a burn mark from a cross at the base of his throat. His own jab to the spot beneath the man's eye also looked like it might leave a sliver of a scar, too. His mind took him back to the mark on his chest, however, drawing a realization to his mind. 

So these creatures can be damaged by holy items?

He tucked away that information for another time as his eyes continued their journey. Well, there was only so far down he could go considering that the man's coat and shirt, which he had donned at some point before Alexandre had woke up the first time, hid most of his chest besides a faint brushing of pure black curls peaking out from the worn cloth. His mind brought forth the question about his body heat, which he had definitely noticed was much lower than his own, but he didn't have an answer and didn't dare to ask. There was so much that he wanted to figure out about the strange man, though. For curiosity's sake. 

If he was so cold, there was no way that he could logically be alive, but he was right there, staring down at him with those stormy feral eyes.

Curiosity, love.

"It killed the cat," Alexandre replied in a whisper. 

Indeed, but what if the cat, was not quite a cat?

He had no idea what the man meant by that. 

"Of course a cat is a cat. It can be nothing but what it is..." he eventually replied, the confusion he felt clear in his words. 

For such a curious man, you have allowed your faith and the world of illusion to blind you from what is really there.

Alexandre knew that he could read his mind, but still, he wished that he would at least pretend not to make it known each time he was thinking about something important.

Hmm... so you think that I am important?

Alexandre felt his cheeks burn slightly in the dark room as he glanced away. There weren't many places he could really look, though, considering that their noses were nearly touching.

Capt'n?