Prince of Shells

1. A Pirate Worth his Bounty

It is I. And I offer to you... More pirates!
TW for Blood, Gore and mild smut

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The deck was slippery with blood. Seonghwa barely paid attention to his boots sliding over the wet wood as he ran anyway, his fist poised to strike. When it came down warm blood splattered over his cheek, the body dropping in a headless heap on the floor. Seonghwa's eyes were widened with adrenaline and excitement as they glanced over the remaining enemies. Blood dripped from his hair, staining his shirt in a deep red.

Seonghwa's eyes fitted over Hongjoong's lax form with adoration, drinking the view up. His lover had stretched out languidly like a cat on his bed, the dark furs embracing his body like a lover. The sun was falling through the windows behind the big warm nest, heating up the naked skin of the pirate with a golden glow. His hair was falling prettily over his shoulder, spreading on the pillows behind him in what could be baroque art.

The next time Seonghwa's swords came down with deadly precision, one got stuck on a bone. He yanked at it forcefully, kicking the stumbling man back with blood-stained boots. They were caked with guts up until his shins, making Seonghwa grimace in passing. Then, he already turned again, cutting another head clean off. He did not stay to watch it fall, immediately going after the next man he saw. The enemies were too slow, Seonghwa's frenzy catching up with all of them.

Hongjoong's lashes fluttered, his eyes opening to look over to Seonghwa. He thankfully did not roll around, still resting on his arm as he noticed the man sitting at the desk instead of joining him in bed. Seonghwa gave an appreciative hum, the coal between his fingers curving around Hongjoong's hip lovingly. It moved lower, forming a beautifully muscular leg that was propped up lazily. Hongjoong closed his eyes again as he let Seonghwa work.

San was laughing somewhere. Seonghwa had to chuckle breathlessly, his heart pounding away inside of his chest with the thrill of the situation. He felt his fingers itch, closing them tighter around his swords to maintain his grip on the bloody handles. He got the next enemy in the back of his knees, striking him down ruthlessly. The man landed on the floor with an agonized scream, clutching at his cut tendons. Seonghwa heavily stepped up behind him to loom above him like an angel of death.

Seonghwa carefully swiped his fingertip over the clean lines he had made. The coal smudged at that, giving Hongjoong's body the lights and shadows he desired. When he finished his leg, he moved up between Hongjoong's legs again, drawing the pirate's manhood in great detail. It was hard from whatever pleasant dreams he had had and laying on his lower abdomen heavily. Seonghwa made sure to get the pretty shape exactly right, smiling to himself at this odd little joy.