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A Fucking Pirate PWP
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A lusty young pirate sets out to seduce the fearsome Captain Jinn. A thoroughly gratuitous pwp, inspired by Barbana's utterly delicious Pirate!Qui art.
Qui/Obi, AU, PWP, First-Time, Kink.
Rated R for rough-housing dom/subbish sex. Oh yes, I can see you all shaking your heads in puritan disapproval and wandering off to watch Touched by an Angel.
Warnings... there's a little violence mixed with the sex, but nothing too savage.
Dr Squidlove is a feedback whore. All opinions welcome at drsquidlove@virginqueen.com.
The Jedi to whom these characters bear vague (if any) resemblance are the property of Mr Lucas and Lucasfilm. I use them as they use each other, with love.
For Barbana, who drew such an incredibly hot picture of Pirate Qui-Gon, and Elayna, Master of the AU.
Thanks to sybil for helping spawn the bunny though it mutated completely, and to all the irc gang, especially Dee, Smitty, and Cori, for knowing a whole lot of weird trivial shit, and to Fu, for the title.
This is Dr Squidlove's First AU! Woohoo!
Captain Jinn stood alone on the forecastle deck, glaring across the sea with distaste. His shirt billowed in the wind, the soft white feather in his hat tugged and bobbed, his hair whipped about his face, but the man was still, unmovable, as though carved from the bow itself.
The captain's temper had been frightful today. Even the oldest and boldest of the pirates and kept from his path. Jake had told Ben that he was always this way, in this corner of the Indies, since the day he was pulled aboard, four years ago. It was rumoured that Jinn had been an commodore in the Royal Navy when he was washed to sea, surviving alone for months until he was found by the Serpent. Whatever his experience, the crew knew a damned good sailor when they saw one, and he was voted captain before the month was out.
Ben Kennedy had been on board only a year, and could not imagine any other man that would hold this band of ruffians together. He hung back, gauging his time. The captain looked in no mood to be disturbed, but if Ben waited too long, he would turn to his duties, and Ben knew much better than to interrupt that.
"You look cold, Captain."
Jinn slowly drew his gaze from the wheeling birds on the horizon to glare at Ben, but Ben held his ground, doing his best to look earnest and concerned, as though he expected his captain to order him to fetch his coat. His heart beat hard in his breast, but Jinn simply turned back to the sea.
It would not be so easy as that, but that was surely the point. Ben moved boldly close, within reach of Jinn's grip, if the man were so inclined. "You are quiet today, sir."
"Have you no duties to attend to?"
"The care of my captain is my first duty." Sultry voice, vaguely promising something beyond the innocent words.
Nothing that could be faulted, though the answering look was sharp, daring him to say more.
Ben smiled, politely. This was madness, of course, but Ben had never backed down from a challenge in his life. He had seduced gentlemen and villains in his renter days, introduced clean-living men to vices aplenty before he went on account, and he knew bent when he saw it, and the captain's burning attention had not gone unnoticed. The Lord knew how he'd bragged his way into betting Jake his last share of booty that he could have the man, but he wasn't about to back out now.
Jinn pushed past Ben and strode back to the mizzen, but Ben kept at his heels. The crew parted like the sea before a brigantine, all the way to his cabin where Jinn swung around in the doorway, broad and menacing.
Ben quailed, momentarily, but if he gave up now, he would not find his steel again, so he lifted his chin, and waited.
Jinn's mouth twisted. "You are not welcome here."
"You desire me."
The sentence barely out and Ben was yanked inside and pinned against the door, dagger at his throat. "I should slit you for saying it."
A moment to catch the breath slammed from his chest, too late to catch the words, not quite the seduction he had intended, though they had brought him inside, and that was something, and it made him all the more determined. The sting at his vulnerable neck hadn't the power of the body against his own, of the salty, sweaty scent of a seaman. Captain Jinn would suck Ben's member or cut it off before either of them left this tiny cabin. "I desire you. Sir."
The blade pressed; it was cold, Jinn's eyes were colder under his thunderous brow. "I watch you, all over the ship, and I know you watch me, sir. I've seen you, when I work shirtless, you can't help yourself." Ben put his hand in the crook of Jinn's elbow, slid his hand up the powerful forearm until he held the hand that held the knife, and he pulled it away. Let go slowly, and then lifted his own shirt over his head, threw it across the bunk. Quietly, as though taming a beast, he offered, "You can touch me, sir."
The dagger stayed mercifully by Jinn's side, as he lifted his free hand to lay flat over Ben's racing heart, and began to stroke. The hand was huge, and gentle, sliding innocently up and down, and then Jinn stretched his thumb to catch a nipple and Ben caught his breath. He had him.
He reached for the lace of Jinn's shirt, and suddenly the knife was back at his throat. "What are you doing?"
Ben swallowed, but the rock in his throat did not move. "I want to touch you, sir. You never go shirtless, but I can see your muscles shift when you work, see the weight of you."
"You'll not take if off."
Ben watched his face carefully. There was something he might have called desperation in a lesser man, but never in Captain Jinn. Captain Jinn did not quail before a convoy of frigates.
He reached up and pulled the dagger away again, prised it from the huge fingers and stabbed it into the door at his back. "Yes, I will." He reached up to tip off the tricorn hat, dragging the soft white feather through his fingers before tossing it on the desk. Removing the shirt was awkward, as Captain Jinn made no move to assist, but Ben managed, and found himself clutching the linen when he saw what lay beneath.
Jinn's chest was broad and muscled, but pale like a gentleman's, had not seen sun in years. Still, the round white circles that wrapped his torso were stark against his flesh. Jinn was tight-lipped, terrified. Ben could barely believe what he saw. He knew these marks, had seen them only on whales. No mortal man could be taken by a giant squid and live.
Ben reached, caressed Jinn's hair, suddenly realising this man was precious, alive by some incredible design of fate. If he looked carefully, he could see patterns, rows, but they were jumbled across his belly, petering out at the height of his tight brown nipples, except for one fine row, small circles that reached up to his left collarbone, barely an inch from the darker skin that marked the neckline of Jinn's shirt.
Ben leaned forward, touched his tongue to the highest scar. "This happened when you were washed off the Royal Navy ship."
"Yes."
"Did it hurt?"
"Like nothing you can imagine, lad."
Ben dropped the shirt, growing hard as he imagined this powerful man entwined in deadly tentacles, muscles bulging in the struggle for freedom. Did the rest of the crew have any idea of the strength in the man who led them?
"I want you to suck me, sir."
That grim line of mouth looked remarkably soft, when it gaped. "I beg your pardon?"
Ben slid a thumb over the captain's lower lip, across the brush of moustache, along the rough beard, careful not to look higher lest the fury in Jinn's eyes shake his purpose. "Your mouth makes me hard."
Jinn jerked his chin away, looming fearsomely. "You have gone too far. Your suggestion disgusts me."
"I've seen you in taverns, sir, handling wench's breasts as though they were mouldy potatoes."
"A gentlemanly manner is no proof of a cocksucker."
"But the way you watch my arse most certainly is." Pressed between barely-leashed fury and solid oak, Ben looked down, to watch his hand travel up the beautiful, scarred chest. "Suck me, Captain, and I'll let you bugger me. I'll be the sweetest, tightest boy you've ever had, but I want to feel this mouth on my prick first."
He stared daringly up into the captain's eyes, hoping his fear was hidden, but that lasted only until he felt a thick hand on his throat. Ben gasped and it tightened, no way for the air to return to his lungs.
Jinn was unreadable, now. And then he slowly, slowly began to sink.
Ben could not watch his captain fumble with his trousers; he looked up to the planks in the ceiling, panting as thick sailor's fingers brushed against his heavy sex, as his trousers tightened for a moment before the lace fell loose. Fingers along his length, drawing him out, and then Ben was swallowed whole.
God. Captain Jinn on his cock, a man who led pirates and crushed ships of the Royal Navy and battled giant squid now sucking hard at the cock of a common sailor. His mouth was wet and clumsy and unbearably sweet, and Ben could not protest the occasional brush of teeth. "My captain," he murmured, "My captain," his captain pleasuring him, this terrifying, beautiful, virile man had chosen to kneel before Ben, to take Ben's prick in his fine-bred mouth. Ben wanted to touch him, guide him, but didn't dare.
He'd wanted to prove to Jake that he could have anyone, and perhaps he'd wanted to prove to himself that he hadn't lost his strut, that even the vaunted Captain Jinn could be seduced, but he hadn't realised, hadn't considered what it would be like to have him. He chanced to look down, and saw this man bent forward, the glisten of wet lips sliding up his cock until his neat moustache brushed Ben's bush. Eyes lightly closed, resistance forgotten because he liked it.
He liked it.
Ben pressed his fists to the wall and bit his lip and imagined a night with the rats in the bilge to hold back the end, but nothing could distract him, and he was gone, spending himself in his captain's mouth.
Suddenly those huge hands were twisting him around, shoving him towards the desk, a firm hand on Ben's spine to press him flat to the surface. Ben twisted to speak and the hand shoved him down, cracking his hips and his chin on the desk. "Do not move."
Ben froze. This was the growl that sliced through men that aroused Jinn's fury, a voice that terrified the hardiest sailors. Captain Jinn was fearsome in anger, had once opened a traitor from groin to throat and thrown him to the sharks. Ben gulped, arousal banked by fear of what he had unleashed.
His trousers were yanked down to his thighs, his knees pushed as wide as they would go. He heard a jar unscrewed and then two slick fingers pushed inside him, sharp enough to make him cry out.
"Silence!" A hiss in his ear; Ben squeezed his eyes closed and nodded, concentrated on the desperate tones and let his fear be washed aside with the hope that he would feel this man take him, like this. Like these huge fingers, opening him roughly, with angry need. Ben wanted him to do it now but didn't dare speak, so he reached back and spread his cheeks.
Fingers stopped inside him, a gasp from above. "Lascivious whore. A whore on my ship."
"For my captain."
Fumbling behind him, something touched him, Ben turned his head but a hand wrapped around his neck. "Be still. I'll give you what you ask, be still."
The weight of the hand pressed his chin hard to the smooth wood, pushing his head back to stretch his neck, cutting his air thin, only pressing harder as Captain Jinn pushed the firm, bold head of his prick deep into Ben's body. Barely a moment and he began to thrust and it burned, and Ben whimpered as much as his position allowed.
Christ. He was huge.
Ben had been bent over more times than he could count, but not like this, not since he was a boy. Jinn was splitting him open and fucking him mercilessly, angrily, jarring him from his teeth to his knees, and it was divine. Held by his neck and taken like an animal, all those times he'd felt Jinn's lustful gaze he'd never imagined this.
A shove deep and Ben's head twisted, caught a flash in the corner of his eye, a mirror. And he stared. God. He hadn't... Captain Jinn's face was scrunched in pleasure, his body was breathtaking, power incarnate from his broad shoulders to the flexing muscles of his arse, but that was not what captured Ben's attention. The round scars that scattered across Jinn's chest and belly went lower. Visible rows crossed his hips. His buttocks. The tops of his thighs, wrapping in clear bold lines and there they stopped. There was no mistaking the focus.
Ben moaned aloud. Captain Jinn had been molested. His prudery, his solitude, his fury took on new meaning, this darkness being pounded into Ben's body, and perhaps there was more than pleasure crumpling Jinn's features
Perhaps that was more than pleasure, in the moan that dragged from his mouth as he stilled inside Ben, and came.
The ship creaked, hearty cries floated down from the deck above as the crew loosed the sails. Ben lay panting, spread across the desk. Like a fruit from the warm islands, with its pulp scooped out, nothing left but soft shell.
Captain Jinn was somewhere behind him. Ben vaguely remembered the sound of cloth being righted, Jinn making himself stern and modest while Ben sprawled across his desk, arse bare and used.
"You'll not speak of this again."
Jinn's voice was almost steady. Ben wanted to ask if he might have this again, but he could not wet his lips, and before he had words to form, the door opened and closed, leaving him alone.
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