Plundered

Chapter 4 Pirate Booty

Author’s Note: This chapter is for Becky. Thanks to Shannon and Laurel for the beta work! (also, If you haven't noticed yet, I've posted a new two shot called 'the Positive Effects of Porn')

With slight awe, Draco watched the emerald amulet around Harry’s neck flair to life. It seemed to glow with an inner energy whose source couldn’t be discerned no matter how many times he flipped it over and over in his palm. He knew exactly what the necklace really was; he had known from the very second Harry had strode into that tavern in Tortuga. If he were honest with himself, he would know that it was this shiny bauble that confirmed to Draco for a fact who it was that had just walked into his life it was probably even the reason he agreed to Potter’s terms of offering himself up as a prize in exchange for the captain’s submission. Well, that and the promise of the most delicious slave the world had ever seen.

He’d been taken aback when Harry gave of himself so blindly. It was a wet dream really, something he could have only fantasized about before meeting the handsome man. Even if Potter hadn’t been wearing the Gem of Nereus, Draco would have gladly accepted his perfect body, but with the necklace, Harry was a priceless commodity on his ship. It was a shame that Harry was too moral for a life of piracy; he would have made the perfect addition to Draco’s crew, both day and night.

As he lay there watching Harry sleep Draco wondered how much of Potter’s fortune at sea had been of his own making. When wearing something as powerful as that amulet, it was difficult to discern how much was Potter’s determination and skill and how much was the will of the gemstone. He also wondered if Potter even knew what it was that graced his elegant neck. So far he’d just referred to it as a family heirloom, the last remnant of connection with his parents, but did he know that the very necklace he so blindly cherished was the same artifact that his parents were murdered for?

Draco was just an infant himself when Potter’s parents were murdered, although he remembered well the story because Riddle spoke of it so often. He described the amulet in such detail that even long after Riddle’s death Draco could clearly see the gemstone in his mind’s eye. He’d recognized it the first time he’d seen it around Potter’s neck in the tavern that night, and he’d known it was Captain Potter who wore it, even without the full captain regalia. Rumors had been circling for years as to the true lineage of Captain Harry James Potter and Riddle had died chasing after the very trinket that Harry bore easily with grace and honor. He knew that Harry was the possessor of the Gemstone; he’d known that the bauble would at some point be passed down to the man who was supposed to be his sworn enemy. He’d been trained well at this game of cat and mouse. He had won, of course, because he was a Malfoy and Malfoys always won. That was one of the few things his father actually did instill in him before dumping him off to be trained by the most ruthless pirate in the seven seas.

Harry stirred in his sleep, his wrists wrenching against his bindings. It seemed the former captain was growing used to sleeping while tied up, something Draco had insisted on whenever they were in port to ensure Harry didn’t try to escape. It was also great fun to taunt and shag Potter while he remained tied to his bedpost.

Draco ran his tongue along Harry’s collarbone, relishing in the guttural moan that escaped the man’s lips at such a simple touch. Draco couldn’t have asked for a better slave than Captain Potter. He was always willing, ready and eager to do as commanded; a true member of the Queen’s military if ever there was one.

“Wake up my beautiful whore,” Draco cooed in the man’s ear, licking along the lobe until those emerald eyes opened and stared at him with darkened lust. It had been just over two weeks since Harry had made his ill-advised bargain and Draco found the man to be nearly as insatiable as himself.

“Untie me,” Harry demanded, straining against his binds. “I want to touch you.”

“No,” Draco replied mockingly, running his fingers along the silk pajamas the man wore. “I think I’ll rather enjoy you fighting for more,” he whispered darkly, smirking when Harry groaned in response.

Draco straddled Potter’s lap before reaching into the drawer beside the bed and pulling out a sharp knife. He ran it gently across the silk, slicing through the thread of each button and watching as they slowly popped off and slipped down to the mattress. Parting the folds of fabric with lithe fingers, Draco smirked down at the beautifully straining torso below him.

Harry hissed when the cool steel of the blade touched his chest. Draco ran it down the length of him, never pressing into him, just letting the metal caress his heated flesh. After a moment Draco replaced the cold knife with his warm mouth, licking and sucking at each of Harry’s nipples in turn as the man whimpered and writhed beneath him.

When Harry next felt the blade it was along his arm, shredding the fabric away until Draco reached the ropes that held him to the bed. With a swift movement, Draco had Harry’s shirt in tatters on the floor and he leaned back to admire his toy. Harry’s perfect emerald eyes were half-lidded and fluttering at the attention, and Draco had barely done anything to him yet. It thrilled him to the core to know that Harry was all for him.

After several moments had gone by and still Draco only stared down at the ebony-haired man, Harry eventually began squirming impatiently against him, trying to get some brand of friction since Draco’s touch was being cruelly denied. Draco chuckled and then stripped Harry of his silken trousers cutting them away with the same knife, running his tongue along the path of bare flesh the knife had revealed.

Hard as he tried, Harry couldn’t break free of the ropes that held him splayed on the bed. Draco knew Harry wanted to touch him in return, an act Harry got great pleasure from; the man was so adept at fellatio that it almost made Draco jealous to think that Harry’s tantalizing mouth had ever been on anyone else.

“Tell me what you want, Harry,” Draco purred between sucking in mouthfuls of Harry’s taught skin until it left a small purple welt. There were various sized bruises all over the man’s flesh, especially his arse where Draco enjoyed marking him most.

A deep moan was the only response he got for several heartbeats, until Draco ran the flat of his tongue along the underside of Harry’s thickening cock. “Yes,” the man hissed, his hips bucking up to meet Draco’s lips.

“Is that an invitation, Potter? Do you want me to suck on your lovely prick?” he asked, relishing in the flush that crept up Harry’s cheeks. Something he’d learned about the man so far was that Harry had trouble taking a compliment, even if it was in the throws of passion.

“Please,” Harry begged, his tongue running back and forth along his own lips as if he would be able to taste Draco soon as well.

Draco was in a very teasing mood, so he indulged himself by placing soft kisses along the shaft, and chuckling when Harry whined his displeasure. The glorious purple cock twitched when he gripped it, and hardened even more in his tight hold. A great exhalation of air left Harry’s lips the moment Draco took him fully into his mouth, as if he’d been holding his breath for hours for that one luxurious touch. When it came to pleasuring the man with his mouth, Draco only hoped he was half as good as Harry. Potter’s clever tongue could make Draco scream out his name in mere seconds.

“Fuck, Draco, yes,” the man groaned beneath him, his hips bucking up as much as the ropes would allow.

“Fuck?” Draco asked, wiping at the edge of his mouth for show, as Harry whined from the abrupt loss of contact. Moving back up Harry’s body, Draco quickly divested of his own bottoms before grabbing a jar of oil from his beside table. He used part of it to grease down Harry’s thick member and the rest of it to coat his own entrance, smirking at the wide emerald eyes watching the gesture. To this point they’d had over a dozen encounters and not once had Draco allowed Harry to enter him; the man probably thought Draco simply didn’t enjoy being filled, but he did –he just loved making Harry submit even more.

This was different though. Harry was still the submissive one, tied and bound as he was. Draco would still be the one in control even as Harry penetrated him. It was a new kind of victory that Draco found quite delicious.

Carefully balancing himself above the former Captain, Draco slowly lowered himself upon Harry’s waiting cock. He watched as Harry’s head lolled back onto the pillow, gasping at the feel of Draco sliding down his rigid shaft. Draco winced slightly against the intrusion, but soon enough he was fully seated in Harry’s lap and the noises being made through the former captain’s sweet lips made any discomfort worth it. “So… tight,” Harry murmured, lost in the sensation of being buried to the hilt inside his lover’s wondrous body.

“Potter, open your eyes,” Draco demanded, refusing to move until he had the man’s complete attention. Harry did as he was told, his heavy gaze meeting Draco’s at once -he was so obedient. “If you close them again I’ll leave you wanting for the rest of the night,” he warned. “I want you to watch as I drive you mad with desire.”

A strangled whimper escaped Harry’s lips at the challenge, but he did his best to keep his eyes focused on the blond as Draco worked himself up and down Harry’s straining cock. Draco’s hands were still slick with oil and he used them to brace himself against his lover and to stroke his own cock in time with his impaling thrusts onto the brunet’s member. He moved his hand in time with his body and his breaths came in short pants until he felt Harry tense and explode inside of him.

Fighting against all his instincts to release at the same time, Draco squeezed around the penetration, causing Harry to call out the pirate’s name as he clutched his hands into fists in his bindings. The sound of his own name on Harry’s lips was what finally drove Draco to the edge as he held himself steady while he emptied his cock onto Harry’s bare chest.

Draco pulled off Harry and collapsed against him, heaping their bodies together in a sticky pile but not releasing Harry from the ropes that strapped him to the bed. “You make such a lovely pet,” he cooed as he ran his fingertips through the clear liquid coating Harry’s skin.

“Pet?” Harry rasped, far more indignant than anyone else might be in his position, which showed that he was either very brave or very stupid. “I’m not your pet.”

Draco chuckled darkly and ran his hands across Harry’s body, smoothing them along the sheen of sweat that glistened on his muscled torso and dipped down to grasp a newly aroused cock. “Ah, but you are, and better yet, you enjoy it.”

Harry found it hard to argue Draco’s logic while his traitorous body responded to the man so soon after release, but still, part of him wanted to rebel against his captor until he realized he had really only managed to capture himself. If it wasn’t for his own wants and needs being so pleasantly fulfilled by the pirate, Harry might have stuck to his original plan of escape. However, Malfoy was very persuasive, as was his clever tongue. He knew just what to do and say to keep Harry content enough to keep up his end of their bargain.

“Sleep well, Pet,” Draco cooed, cuddling up against Harry’s tied form on the bed. “We’ll be leaving port tomorrow morning. I’ll release your binds then and you can move freely about the ship again.”

Harry didn’t mind being tied up nearly as much as he thought he would; especially not while Malfoy’s warm breath ghosted across his skin. Still, he looked forward to the open sea and being able enjoy the cool ocean breeze on his face once more.

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“Wakey, wakey,” Draco called beside Harry’s ear, making the man wince against the noise. He was still utterly exhausted and wanted to continue sleeping. He tried to turn over and bury his face under the blankets, but he was quickly reminded by his inability to move that his arms and legs were be bound to the bedposts so that he couldn’t escape his lover’s early wakeup call.

He refused to open his eyes though; at least that much he could control even if he didn’t have the use of his limbs. Although, it seemed Draco had other plans in mind, for Harry soon felt a dribble of sweet liquid on his parched lips. He darted his tongue out to lap up the sticky juice, determining at once that it was from a strawberry and he heard Draco chuckle from directly above him.

Finally blinking his eyes open, he spotted Draco looking rather edible in a billowing black shirt over arse hugging black leather trousers, dangling a partially bitten strawberry above his waiting mouth. Harry strained up to meet the succulent fruit, darting his tongue out when his body wouldn’t lift high enough, and action which seemed to please his captor. “Delicious,” Draco moaned, clearly not talking about the plump red fruit as he dove for Harry’s plump red lips instead.

Harry lapped up the sweet flavor from his lover’s mouth before biting his bottom lip sensuously. “More,” he whispered when Draco pulled back to smirk down at his eager captive.

Draco rubbed the already bitten fruit against Harry’s lips, watching as the man tentatively took a bite, the juice dribbling out of his mouth and down his chin. Draco licked the rogue juice from his face, loving the sigh that escaped Harry’s lips as he did. When he pulled away from his lover’s bound form, it was only to fetch the plate that had been waiting by their bedside. He lifted a chunk of pineapple from the plate and taunted Harry with it for several moments until Harry gave an adorably desperate whine, making Draco forfeit at once as he placed the hunk of fruit to Harry’s lips.

The rest of the chopped fruit was treated in the same manner, Harry being victorious in the end of every bit of teasing because Draco thought his lover was rather irresistible when he begged so wantonly. It had been this way ever since Harry gave himself over to Draco. It seemed he had thrown himself fully into the experience and had no intentions of doubting himself until their engagement was up. Part of him thought that Harry was silly for trusting a pirate who had already used him once before, but most of him was simply happy for the development, and dreaded the day when it would end and they would have to part ways. Seemingly unbeknownst to Harry, Draco had no intentions of turning his life over to the British Fleet. He wouldn’t be imprisoned and he wouldn’t live this honest life that Harry had in mind for them. Draco Malfoy was a pirate, and that was all he knew.

His gaze once again went to the stunning bauble that dangled around Harry’s neck and he wondered what fate might hold for him if he attempted to flee from his end of their deal. The Gem of Nereus was powerful, especially at sea, and it might find a way to hold Draco to his word. He trailed his fingers up and down the man’s flesh, relishing in the unabashed way Harry writhed for him, unconcerned that his entire body was laid bare for Draco’s exploration and there was not a thing the fettered man could do to stop him.

“Tell me more about this necklace of yours,” he requested. He wondered just how much Harry knew of the Amulet, as it was the single sticking point Harry had; under no circumstances was Draco to ever remove the trinket from his neck. He slept with it, bathed with it; Draco even caught him caressing the stone when he thought no one was watching. Draco hadn’t tried to remove it from Harry’s slender neck. Yet. And though he was eager to feel the power of the Gem for himself, he was content for the moment that the amulet was within his grasp.

“What about it?” Harry asked, his voice thick with lust. Draco knew he wanted to be shagged rotten, but Draco refused to oblige until he knew what Harry knew.

“You said it was your parents’ before it was yours, which one did it belong to?” he asked, trying to pry the information from his lover’s pouting lips.

“Mum,” Harry replied as he continued trying to press himself into his reluctant lover. “She left it to me in her Will, although I wasn’t able to collect any of my inheritance until I came of age.”

“What else did they leave you?” Draco asked, thinking perhaps there might be more than one powerful relic in Harry’s possession.

“Money, a photo, nothing else really,” Harry replied with a shrug, or as much of a shrug as he could affect in his binds.

“Did they tell you anything about it? The necklace, I mean?” It seemed the man knew nothing of what he held, but he knew of Harry’s reputation, and he knew that despite his pleasant demeanor aboard his ship, the man was treacherous. He wanted to be certain before he gave up his line of questioning.

Harry simply looked confused; a look that confirmed to Draco that he was blind to the power of the stone. From everything he’d learned about the fleet captain, the fact that Harry couldn’t lie was the most important thing he’d gleaned in the past two weeks, aside from some of the best orgasms of his life, of course.

“Sometimes there are family histories left with these kinds of objects, who wore it first and why, what had happened to it since and whatnot,” Draco explained. “You seem to cherish it dearly, so I thought there might be something to that.”

“It’s my mum’s. That’s all I know and it’s all I care to know. That’s what makes it important to me,” Harry stated plainly. Draco could tell Harry was growing wary of his interest, probably wondering why the pirate was asking at all, so he shrugged and changed the subject.

“Lover,” he cooed softly against Harry’s still exposed flesh. “I do believe we’re far enough away from port for me to cut you free, if you want, that is,” he murmured, fingering the ropes keeping Harry bound to their bed.

“Not just yet,” Harry replied coyly, gasping as Draco savagely attacked his neck in a bout of hot kisses. That had been the answer Draco was hoping for and he took his time making Harry scream out his name into the stale cabin air before finally untying his spent captive to let him roam the ship at will.

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Author’s Note: So, any more ideas? Bring em! Shackles seems to be the most requested theme, but I've also gotten some other good ones, so look out for the next chapters!