TwoSet Oneshots

Pirates of the Indian (part 3, a little nsfw)

As the days turned into weeks, Brett gradually began to lose his sunburn, and his hair started to return to its ebony shade. He couldn't help but feel nervous -- what if Eddy recognized him?

Despite their family rivalry, Brett found that he didn't hate Eddy anymore. He almost... liked him in a way. His stern, tall stance. His piercing eyes. His commanding demeanor. Even if Eddy discovered who he was, Brett honestly got to the point of not even caring. Even if he did have the opportunity to return to his former life as captain, he wouldn't. Eddy was his life now.

As Brett cleaned Eddy's room, he heard the all-too-familiar closing of the door and felt the hot breath on his neck. He had started not to mind though, he had gotten used to it. And this time, he was determined to be in control.

Turning around quickly, Brett pushed him towards the wall. Eddy moaned under his touch as he kissed him on the chest and gripped on his shoulders. Gently he reached out to pull off Eddy's shirt.

/start of nsfw/

Eddy took advantage of the moment. Grabbing Brett's hands as he pulled them off, he roughly spun him around. He crushed Brett into the wall, aggressively pulling at his hair. After he ripped off Brett's clothes, he dragged Brett to the bed.

"Kneel," he commanded.

Terrified of the consequences he was about to face, Brett trembled as he kneeled in front of the bed.

Eddy pulled him up until he was crouching over the bed, his knees still on the floor. Roughly pulling apart his legs, he pushed in. Brett felt himself surge up and down like the waves rocking the ship. Then Eddy held down his shoulders, making one large thrust to push himself in deeper. Brett yelped out in pain, only prompting Eddy to push deeper, harder, and faster.

Then he felt a sharp pain in his neck. Even though he tried to pull away, Eddy only bit down harder, holding him in place with only his mouth as he thrust more violently. He wrapped his arms around Brett's waist, squeezing harder and harder until Brett couldn't even breathe.

"Please... stop," he gasped weakly.

Without even saying a word, Eddy brought his hands up to Brett's neck, clenching them until he started to choke. He leaned on Brett in full force, pushing him into the bed as he bit down harder. Then he pulled away, biting in another spot closer to his shoulder. Brett could feel a warm, sticky liquid drip down the spot he had previously bitten.

Then he felt another warm, sticky liquid as Eddy came into him. He collapsed onto Brett, his dick still in him. A moment later, Brett came himself.

Brett could feel the hot stickiness everywhere. Eddy's hot, sticky sweat mixing with his own. The hot, sticky liquid running down his neck and shoulder. The hot, sticky liquid from his own cum soiling the bedsheets.

Then everything went black.

/end of nsfw/

When Brett opened his eyes again, he looked up to the familiar intense, staring eyes. He was laying on Eddy's bed, completely helpless.

"Please, don't hurt me sir," he pleaded as Eddy neared him. "I won't do it again, I swear."
"It's not that which I was thinking about," he pulled up Brett's pants, drawing out the brooch. Brett felt his heart jump out of his chest. "Care to explain why you stole this from your old captain?"
Brett tried desperately to think of something. But his mind drew a blank.

Eddy gave an all-knowing glare as he narrowed his eyes. "Or are you Brett Yang?" He reached out to touch Brett's hair. "You certainly have the same physical features."

Brett flushed bright red, tears streaming down his face. "Please sir, I'm not planning anything against you I swear. You can have the brooch. I'm more than willing to be your slave, just... please spare me."

For a moment, Eddy looked sympathetic, almost compassionate. But then he looked at the brooch again, his eyes clouding in fury. "Kneel," he growled.

Brett trembled as he slipped off the bed, terrified of what Eddy was about to do. Kneeling again in front of the bed, he felt sobs rack his body.

He heard Eddy walk to the corner. Then he returned, slowly drawing something sharp along Brett's arm.

"Please no! Please spare me! I'll do anything!" Brett cried desperately as he felt the sword cut in. "Please, please..." he blubbered, shaking even more.

He felt a searing pain along his shoulder as blood gushed out. Tumbling over, he breathed for the last time.

Victoriously Eddy sailed over to the little island where the treasure lay. He smiled in victory. The Chens had won over the Yangs -- forever. And he was the one who made it happen.

After several hours of the crew searching for the treasure, one finally called out, "I found it Captain!"

Joyously Eddy ran to the little chest, opening it to see its contents. At the top was a little letter. Might as well read it, for nostalgia's sake.

'Dear Yang,' the letter read. Eddy scoffed. "That's Chen for ya," he muttered. 

'You have demonstrated much courage in finding this treasure. I can only hope this falls into good hands. For the longest time, our family line and the Chens have been in rivalry. I am grieved about it.' At this, Eddy squinted in confusion. 'In this box is two silver rings -- one with Chen, and one with Yang engraved. Please give the ring with Chen engraved in it to one of the Chens and offer to reconcile. I know as pirates our way is often war, but this has gone on for far too long. It has destroyed friendships, families, and who knows -- maybe even true love." At this Eddy felt tears pouring down his face. True love. Had he literally denied it for a box of silver?

He turned to the boy who had found the chest and gave him his sword. "Stab me in the heart," he commanded.

The boy, completely confused, just stood there. "I-I can't sir," he finally mumbled when he realized his captain was serious.

The captain sighed. "Then I must do so myself."
"No, please sir," the boy cried, trying to take the sword back. But Eddy, stronger than the boy, plucked it out of his hands with ease, going back to the shore and running the lethal weapon through himself. As he cried out in pain and watched his blood merge with the ocean waters, his knees buckled in grief.

"I'm so sorry, Brett. What have I done?" he whimpered as he drew his last breath.

And thus was the end of the two greatest lines of pirates -- both the Chens and the Yangs.