Rating: PG-13 this section.
Birthday promise for kuro_jashin
Probably two parts. Second Part NC-17. No there will not be other sections or members in this. :D Two Parter only.
Pirate fic. Totally AU in every way.
A spray of salt water pulled Jaejoong from the black sleep wrapped around him. The chill of the water on his face startled him at first, jerking him back to consciousness in a stumble of thoughts. For a long, confusing moment, he couldn’t place where he was then the day’s events filled his memories and he closed his eyes, feeling the ripe blush of shame warming his cheeks.
The morning started off easily enough, a cup of hot tea while servants readied his clothing for his journey to court, the embroidered red silk short robes resplendent with dragons, his clan’s iconic serpentine emblem worked into the collar. Black pants and simple shoes would compete his traveling wardrobe, the clean plain lines balancing out the ornate dress. Kim Jaejoong preferred the simpler weave and colours but his father would not hear of his son dressed as a peasant, even though the youngest of the family was merely being sent to negotiate a trading deal with a minor official.
The journey would be a week, mostly spent on a ship working around the coast and then inland for a day until he reached the capital. The meeting would take an hour or two at the most but the head of the Kim clan instructed the household to prepare Jaejoong as if he were meeting the emperor, even though he usually had little use for his youngest offspring.
Within hours of setting sail, the Kim vessel fell to an attack by a turtle ship, its dragon head cutting through the high seas and bellowing smoke as it spewed iron shards and gunpowder at the merchant’s ship. Surrendering did little good, especially when the pirates swarmed over the sides of the Kim ship, bringing its crew down to their knees and the captain of the vessel pleading for the lives of his men.
Those pleas soon turned to a wily exchange of words between the captain and the broad-shouldered pirate then Kim Jaejoong found himself being handed over to the pirates in exchange for the ship’s release.
The rest of the afternoon was a blur. Strung up against the tilted mast, Jaejoong baked in the hot sun, his silk garments soaked through with his sweat and speckled white with salt from the sea. The ship bustled with activity, sailors scrambling over the rocking deck as the waves crashed over the sides. Bristling dark with clouds, the sky turned angry, a lurking storm threatening on the horizon. Forgotten, Jaejoong cried out, begging to be released before the rain hit, his arms painfully stretched back and lashed behind him around the wooden mast.
When the storm hit, it struck with the fury of a scorned woman, lashing at the ship with an icy sharp rain. The sky sobbed, drowning out the young man’s terrified cries. Lighting forked above the tumultuous waters, the flashes illuminating the deck and catching the ship’s iron fittings with a blinding white light. A barrel crashed into Jae’s thighs, the heavy cask unfettered by any bindings. Another flew by, striking him on the temple and then the storm faded around him as he fell unconscious into the tired dark.
Awakened by the spray, Jaejoong blinked, trying to get the sting of salt out of his eyes. His lashes stuck together, refusing to cooperate and his vision blurred, either from tears or the water splashed into his face.
He recognized the man only from the cut and fabric of his coat. When his father’s Captain brokered Jae’s kidnapping, Kim couldn’t see the man who bargained for his body. The pirate’s back was turned towards him and he’d only caught glimpses of a strong jawline and rich dark brown hair shot with threads of gold from being exposed to the sun and the sea.
The European sailors brought jacquard silks and satins from the West and many of seafaring merchants adopted the British styled fashions to elevate themselves above the common people but this man was different. The vaguely British military cut was blended with a high Mandarin collar, the dark blue cloth woven with a slightly lighter blue thread, the design ultimately more Korean than anything else. It fit his broad shoulders, emphasizing his sensually long torso. The cuffs were folded back, exposing gold trim at the wrists but his shirt was plain stark white, its hem and sleeves left unadorned with the expensive starched white lace most courtiers wore to court. The shirt and coat were left open, exposing the tanned expanse of his chest and belly and as he leaned closer to Jaejoong, a plum areole played peeking games behind the white cotton fabric.
Other men hastened to finish up their duties, their faces hidden from view. The pirate turned before Jae could get a good look at his face, leaving only the memory of burnt umber eyes rimmed thick with long black lashes. Raising his voice, the man commanded the crew to finish their duties and leave the deck.
Within moments, the pirate and Jaejoong were alone with nothing to keep them company but the wind, sea and bright moonlight.
The white light bleached some colour from the world but the richest of hues remained; the midnight blush of the man’s coat and the sun-streaked gold in his hair. A loop of silver winked from behind the pirate’s shaggy mane, the earring a bright sparkle visible when the man moved.
He turned and Jaejoong’s breath froze, stilling his chest until it ached from want of air.
A crescent scar ran around one cheek, cutting up under the man’s eye and over the rise of bone. The fierce arc was a cold reminder of a brutal life, a sliced warning through the man’s warmly handsome face. Another scar marbled the soft skin on his throat and Jaejoong wondered at the precision of it, thinking a blade had come too close to taking the pirate’s life at some point in the past.
“I’m the youngest of our clan. Next to useless in their eyes.” Surprisingly, the young man found his voice, holding steady as he lifted his head up to glare at the pirate captain. “My father won’t ransom me, if that is what you’re hoping for.”
“Ah, your father,” The man said, rolling his words with a velvet baritone. “Who do you think delivered you to me, Kim Jaejoong? The Gods?”
Jae struggled against the bindings, trying to pull free but the ties held him fast and all he accomplished was straining his shoulders and tendons. Spitting at the man’s feet, he growled, “My father is many things but a slaver? Never.”
“I said nothing about slavery,” The man replied. His fingers roamed over Jae’s face, tracing the plump rise of his mouth.
Jaejoong wanted to snap at the fingers on his skin, hoping to make the man jerk back. As if reading Jae’s mind, the pirate captain smiled and pressed his thumb past the other man’s full mouth, pressing down on Jae’s tongue to moisten the ball of his finger.
The man’s mouth followed, closing over Jae’s before he could react. Sliding his thumb free, the pirate coaxed and teased the young man, cupping his chin with one hand while pressing at the base of Jae’s jaw with his thumb. Moaning, Jaejoong surrendered, allowing the pirate to slide his tongue in, arching his back in pleasure when the man flicked at the roof of his mouth before delving deeper into the kiss.
The pirate’s fingers wove through Jae’s salt-stained hair, holding the Korean’s head steady as he took what he wanted from Jae’s mouth. Passion flared hot in Jae’s belly, stroked to firmness by the touch of the man’s tongue and then the delicate spanning of a palm over his belly before sliding down the length of his thigh. Bound too tight to do more than writhe, Jaejoong squirmed and sighed, needing to fall into the sensual feel of the other man’s touch but unable to do more than open his mouth to lengthen the kiss.
When the man pulled away, Jae moaned in disappointment then blushed, ashamed at his too-eager response. Mostly confined to the family’s estate, he’d spent his life in nearly solitude with the exception of servants and teachers. His experience with passion was limited to the furtive touching of his own body and the tentative strokes of his hands against the ripeness of his sex. Any hint of attraction towards another man meant the dismissal of Jae’s crush, something he’d learned quickly when a tutor caught his eye and the man responded with a chaste kiss on Jae’s cheek.
To have the pirate’s lean, hard body pressed against him sent Jaejoong into a raging delirium, one made more intense by the unbridled and unfulfilled emotions of an inexperienced youth.
“What did you mean… my father delivered me to you?” Jae found a thread of common sense in his mind, unraveling the words the pirate flung at him earlier.
“I kiss you until you can’t breathe and that’s the first thought you have in your mind?” He laughed at Jae’s offended sniff. “They told me you were different, strange even. That your mind didn’t follow the path another man would take. It’s refreshing to find someone who speaks their thoughts instead of hiding behind a well-mannered mask. I think I’m going to like having you, Kim Jaejoong.”
“Answer me,” Jae said. The man turned, walking away from the mast. “Pirate! Answer me!”
“My name is Jung Yunho,” He replied, speaking over his shoulder. The man found what he was looking for in a small box, returning with a cruel-looking knife. Its hooked edge sparkled in the moonlight, keenly sharp from a pass on a whetstone. He bent over Jaejoong, stealing another small kiss from the young man’s swollen mouth. “You can call me Yunho or Captain. I’ll not insist on Master.”
“I don’t call anyone Master,” Jae gritted his teeth, steeling himself when the knife descended towards him.
“Your father said you were pliable,” Yunho laughed, reaching down to grip the ropes holding Jaejoong to the mast. “I’m glad he was wrong.”
Slicing through the bindings, Yunho reached to catch Jae as he tumbled from the broad beam. Numb from being held captive, the blood rushed into Jaejoong’s stiff limbs, bringing an intense pain to every tingling nerve. Crying out, he shuddered, his body trying to curl up into a fetal ball but his muscles were too rigid and fought the movement, seizing up as he tried to stand.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” Yunho whispered into Jaejoong’s ear. “Just relax and I’ll carry you.”
The pain was too much for Jae to bear and his eyes watered from the cramps working through his muscles. Spasms immobilized his spinal cord, sending twitching bundles of nerves into a tangle. Unable to do more than mewl in pain, Jaejoong arched against Yunho’s waiting arms, unable to move away from the man’s embrace.
A cold drizzle hit Jae’s face and neck as the sky’s thin cloud layer began to gather. The gentle rain felt soothing on his salt-burnt skin and Jae sighed, feeling the other man’s strong arms against his back and legs. Yunho carried him below deck, ducking at the low beam stretched over the cabin door. Jae yelped at the dip, the ache in his back spidering through his hips and then went silent as Yunho’s mouth covered his lips, swallowing the sound.
“Shhhh, the others will think I’m beating you,” Yunho said with a grin as he pushed open a door with his foot. “It was bad enough that I had to lash you to the mast. Do you want them to think I’m killing you?”
The room was lit with lanterns, tin octagons filled with slow burning candles. A wide bed dominated the tight space, thick and covered at one end with pillows. The sea’s chilled touch crept back out from Jaejoong’s bones and he shivered, unable to get warm despite the closed in environs. Gently laying his burden down on the bed, Yunho slowly stripped the salty, stiff robes from the young man’s pale body, stopping to rub Jae’s hands between his palms.
Jaejoong was naked before he could protest and Yunho’s hands were suddenly too warm on parts of his body that had never felt the touch of another person before. A warmed iron kettle steamed softly and gurgled when Yunho poured hot water into a bowl. Taking up a thick piled cloth, the pirate gently washed the sea from his prisoner’s body, murmuring soft comforting words as the warmth seeped through Jae’s skin.
A cup of hot tea placed in Jaejoong’s hands was followed by an order to slowly sip at the brew, Yunho’s dark eyes allowing for no arguments. Jae sipped tentatively, unsure about what to do or how to respond to the gentle ministrations. The pirate was brutal, he had no doubts about that but the man also seemed to care, a surprising development considering his harsh treatment of Jaejoong earlier in the day.
“What are you going to do with me? If you’re not going to ransom me?” Jae asked past his chattering teeth. “I can’t imagine I’d bring much to a slaver.”
Yunho continued his washing, concentrating on the delicate skin between Jae’s thighs. The other man’s blushing face was all he needed to bring a smile to his wicked mouth, especially when Yunho brushed the edge of the cloth on the other man’s sex.
“You’re worth quite a lot,” Yunho replied, raising his eyes from his task. He studied the too-innocent sweetness of Jae’s face, marveling at the ripe lush mouth he’d kissed to a swell earlier. “At least to me you are.”
“Why? And when did you speak to my father?” Jae struggled to sit up, his body unwilling to bend beyond the lifting of his hands to his mouth. “What is all this? What are you going to do with me?”
“You, my fierce kitten, are part of my payment,” Yunho said, holding up his hand to stop Jaejoong from speaking. “My ship has been making a tidy profit skinning rich merchants of their goods. It’s been risky but worth it. I’ve become a very rich man and my crew is comfortable with their share.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Jae asked, trying not to lose his thoughts as Yunho trailed one hand over his leg. “Stop that. I can’t think.”
“Thinking isn’t something you’re going to have to do for a while,” Yunho replied. “Or at least if I have something to say about it.”
He refreshed the towel with hot water, squeezing out the excess before turning his attention to Jae’s cramped calves. The young man couldn’t help but moan and to his horror, purr under the pirate’s touch, especially when Yunho’s strong fingers massaged the knots from his muscles.
“Your father’s ships were the easiest to take and the most profitable,” Yunho explained as he bathed his captive. “About a month ago, he asked to negotiate a cease-treaty with me and I agreed, especially after I spotted his youngest son.”
“His guards tried to kill the man I’d sent in my place,” The pirate shrugged as if such treachery was common place and Jaejoong imagined it was in the dangerous waters off of Korea’s shorelines. “I expected as much and came prepared for it. I thought to kill him, your father I mean, but I’d seen you reading in the main garden and I was lost.”
“So, after I’d come to my senses,” Yunho continued, “I told your father I would swear off pirating if he paid me off in gold and more importantly, handed over his youngest son to me.”
“He agreed to that?” Jaejoong squeaked. He wanted to disbelieve the pirate but the distance his father always placed between them was legendary. The man had no use for the son his concubine bore him, choosing his wife’s offspring over Jaejoong in most matters. He didn’t have to stretch his imagination to find his father agreeing to cast him aside. If anything, Jae would doubt Yunho only if his father hadn’t tried to bargain down the amount of gold he had to turn over.
“It’s interesting watching your face,” The pirate commented softly. “You are so open. I can see everything you are thinking play through your eyes. Even the idea of your father’s betrayal doesn’t shock you but you’re still scared and try to hide it from me. You are a horrible liar, Kim Jaejoong. Did anyone ever tell you that?”
“My mother,” Jae whispered. “Before she died.”
“Ah, mothers can never be lied to,” Yunho said with a nod.
“So why then? Why was I a part of your price? What are you going to do with me?”
“What am I going to do with you?” Yunho’s eyebrow lifted in amusement. “I intend to spend the time it takes getting us to Bora Bora in seducing you. For all intents and purposes, kitten, you’re mine…my pet to do with as I wish. The only thing that matters right now is making sure that you, Kim Jaejoong, learn to want me as much as I want you.”