Plundered

Author's Note: Many thanks to Shannon and Laurel for their join beta work on this chapter. This chapter is for PapayaCrazy who inspired a brilliant idea with her review for chapter 1

Chapter 5 Love a Man in Uniform

Draco had been sifting through his library of ancient stolen tomes for weeks and, as yet, he had learned nothing new about the amulet Harry wore every moment. The name of the Gem was given because of its creator. Said to be originally crafted by Nereus, one of the original gods of the sea, the Gem was said to hold the power to control the oceans. Nereus was renowned for his kindness and honesty, very much like Harry, but quite the opposite of some of the gods that succeeded him. He ruled the Aegean Sea with a tender hand and lived quietly with the Nereids he created there.

When Triton replaced Nereus, his gem was rumored to be lost and it didn’t resurface again until many centuries later when a jeweler crafted it into a necklace for his bride to be. According to Riddle, the necklace was kept within the jeweler’s family and passed down from generation to generation, eventually being handed to James Potter and this his son, the jeweler’s only living heir, Harry.

Wonder and awe filled Draco’s mind when he thought about what he could do with such a powerful tool at his command. Part of him thought he might be able to steal it while Harry slept, but his arrangement with the captain would become sullied by such an action, so he thought better of it. When the time came to part with his beautiful lover, he might steal it then. Either way, he knew he couldn’t very well let the gem off his ship now that he had it here, practically within his grasp, a feat not even Riddle had properly managed.

Ever since Harry boarded they had encountered nothing but clear skies and smooth waters, and Draco knew deep down that was because of the Gem. No one had ever been documented trying to wield it to their benefit; he would be the first to do so; the first to truly use its power, to test its limits. He would be immortalized as the greatest and most powerful pirate to ever sail the seas. So doing so would be new and exciting territory for the pirate who was always looking for a new adventure.

With a sigh, Draco slammed the book shut and put it away; it wouldn’t do to have Harry snooping through the cabin and coming across it. Draco felt lucky that Harry only liked occupying their cabin for sex or sleep; all other times he could be found on deck, Draco learned quickly that Harry would rather be out in the glaring sun instead of dallying uselessly inside.

Draco spared one last smug glance at the surprise he’d laid out for his lover and a shiver ran up his spine in anticipation, before he left his quarters to seek Harry out.

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Harry stood on the bow of The Silver Serpent, his rich ebony locks blowing in the breeze behind him and the salty air kissing his tanned flesh. He had desperately missed the smell of the ocean and the glow of a beautiful sunset while he was locked beneath the deck, but he had no need to worry about that now. Harry found Malfoy to be both generous and greedy simultaneously. He minded little that Harry liked to wander the ship, staring at the horizon for hours, and he usually let Harry do as he liked so long as he got what he wanted as well. Harry usually had free run of the ship during the day so long as he met Draco for meals and was ready to be swollen and ravaged at night, which was by no means a bad arrangement.

Malfoy had proved to be an adventurous lover; each time they were together was better than the last. Still, it wore on Harry’s heart to know that he was giving himself over to a man who by all accounts was worthy of a noose around that pretty pale neck of his. Looting and pillaging was the way of the Pirate and that life wasn’t for Harry. He dreaded the day his six-month arrangement was up and what he may have to do in order to keep Malfoy to his word.

“I have a surprise for you in our quarters,” a heady voice purred against his ear. Harry leaned back into Draco’s arms, basking in the attention being lavished upon him. He spent so much of his life upholding rules and saving the world –and for what? He constantly sacrificed pieces of himself to keep everyone else from harm, and now he was relishing the opportunity to just say ‘damn it all’ and simply live for once.

“Oh?” Harry replied, his voice thick with growing arousal as he felt the hard erection pressing between his arse cheeks as he leaned back into his pirate lover. “Is this your surprise?” he asked, grinding against the protruding member.

“No, it’s better,” Draco replied, laughing when Harry shot him a ‘how could it possibly be better?’ look. “Okay, not better. Different,” he amended.

“Let’s see it then,” Harry suggested, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him up to their now shared quarters.

It was fairly obvious the moment Harry stepped into the room what Draco had in store for them that evening. Hanging from the canopy on their large bed was a uniform. His uniform. Certainly not his exactly, that was probably back on his own skip, but the precise uniform worn by a Captain of the British Fleet right down to the intricate brass buttons and embroidered striped on the jacket sleeves indicating his rank. Everything was there, the royal blue coat with white facings and even the same medals and accommodations Harry had earned through his tenor under the Queen. White breeches, stockings and black patent shoes were folded neatly on the bedspread directly beneath the crisp blue peaked hat.

The sight brought a slight queasiness to his stomach as he was reminded of what he’d agreed to give up for the next half-year. His ship, his crew and this uniform –they were all symbols of how far Harry had come only to have it all stripped away again –just as it had been when his parents were murdered. “I take it you plan on fucking me while I wear the Queen’s uniform?” Harry asked rather bitterly, imagining the pleasure Draco would get dominating him in his full Captain’s dress.

“Poseidon, No,” Draco blanched; looking offended that Harry would ever suggest such a thing. “I intend to have you fuck me while you wear the Queen’s uniform,” he corrected.

Harry’s eyes darkened with lust at his lover’s words and what they meant, and he leapt at the man, kissing a hot line down his jaw, but Malfoy quickly shoved him away. “Change first, snog after.”

With haste, Harry grabbed the items and made a show of slipping everything on and smoothing the pieces into place. When all that was left was his hat, he lifted it from the bed and placed it firmly onto his head before staring Draco down. He felt like a new man in the uniform, his old self, his confident and bold self, only now, with Malfoy watching him and nearly salivating, he felt sexy as well.

A wicked smile curled on Draco’s mouth and he turned for a moment to retrieve one final item before holding it out for Harry to take. It was a sword and sheath; far more opulent than the standard military issue and probably stolen just like the uniform. Harry stared down at it, hundreds of thoughts flittering through his head. With that weapon he could seize control of the ship and take the Dread Pirate Black down as he’s originally planned. With that weapon, Harry felt confident he could escape.

He took the sword carefully, weighing it between his palms to get a feel for its movement before leveling it at Draco’s throat. “On your knees you filthy pirate scum,” he hissed menacingly. Defiance flashed through Malfoy’s eyes but he obeyed, falling to his knees as instructed. “You’re a traitor to the crown and a bloodthirsty thief. Do you deny these charges?”

“No,” Draco rasped, trying not to swallow with the sword pointed and pressed into his neck.

“Are you willing to serve whatever punishment I, as Captain of The Mighty Griffin of the Queen’s Naval Guard, deem fit?” he asked, his hand straining to hold the heavy sword aloft through his speech.

“Yes,” was the simple reply and Harry lowered the sword to unbutton his trousers, letting his swollen erection fall free.

“Then I believe you know what to do,” Harry ordered, gasping as Draco’s silver eyes flashed again, this time with lust, and took Harry’s thick purple head into his mouth. Their sexual relationship up to this point had been about give and take, though for the week Harry had been bound to this new life, he had always found himself on the bottom. Even the one and only time he was permitted to penetrate the sexy blond pirate, it was still Draco that kept a tight leash on the control. Not that Harry wasn’t taken care of, his needs were met in every way and he enjoyed the effect he had over the blond with each new encounter. Even as the submissive, Harry knew that it was his body making Draco respond the way he did, and that was often enough for him. Still, he relished the change and resolved to make the most of this opportunity for dominance on the off chance it wouldn’t occur between them again during his stay.

Draco’s tongue swirled around his length, lapping and sucking and even nibbling lightly as he took Harry’s engorged cock into his mouth. Harry’s head fell back as he felt Malfoy’s throat swallow around him and the flat of his tongue work along the fat vein at the base of his cock. When his knees began to tremble, Harry pulled away, grabbed Draco by the chin and pulled him roughly to his feet to claim him in a violent kiss.

Teeth clashed and Draco moaned against the ministrations of Harry’s tongue. Malfoy tried to lead them to the bed, but Harry swatted his bum with the blunt edge of the single-edged sword and pointed to the table where they ate all their meals. A delicate blond eyebrow quirked up in response and a smirk erupted on the man’s face when Harry nodded curtly. “Strip,” he ordered, and Draco ripped away his black linen shirt and quickly slid out of his leather breeches.

Harry took a moment to admire the sight before him, he couldn’t have chosen a more attractive lover if he had tried. He focused his steely grip on Draco’s cock, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the Pirate before using the man’s member as a leash to lead him to the table where he whirled him around and bent him roughly over the table.

“Potter, really? This is where we eat,” he began, but his protests died on his lips as Harry’s tongue ran a trail from the top of Draco’s spine down the crack of his arse to linger at his puckered entrance.

Flattening his tongue, Harry lapped at the man below him, spreading his cheeks roughly with piercing fingernails to give himself better access. Draco squirmed and whimpered for release, practically begging Harry to both stop and to keep going all at once until in the end he was grinding against Harry’s face with wanton abandon. When Harry drove a single finger inside him it had Draco keening and bucking against him and he nearly turned to a puddle of want when Harry added a second and then a third to the digits buried inside his delectable arse.

“Please,” Draco begged, nearly choking with lust.

“What’s that? Are you ready to take your punishment?” Harry demanded, pulling away so that he could speak while running a spit slicked hand along Draco’s straining prick.

“Yes,” he whined. “Please, Harry fuck me.”

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. He swiftly removed his fingers, stroked himself to spread the saliva and pre-come along his member before slowly working his head inside Draco’s waiting cavity. He could feel Draco try and press back against him, but Harry held him still with strong hands planted firmly on his hips. He silently counted to five in his mind, taking a deep breath between each number before pounding inside the blonde’s tight arse, making the man scream out his name.

“That’s for denouncing the Queen,” he panted after he drove into his lover and slowly pulled out before thrusting in again. “That was for lying to me when we met.” Again he thrust into Draco’s tight hole making the man gasp and cry out for more. “That was for stealing from innocent people,” he ground out with a particularly violent thrust. With every pound into the other man’s arse, Harry hissed out a violation to the Crown. Draco was bucking against him, trying to take more and more of his lover with every thrust. By the time Harry reached around to stroke Draco’s throbbing prick he was nearing release. It only took a few slick movements of his hand around the Pirate’s cock before the man was shuddering his orgasm and crying out with Harry’s name on his lips. It took all of Harry’s control not to let himself go right then but he steeled himself against the clenching cavity and pulled nearly all the way out of his lover.

“And this,” he began, his voice wavering with desire, “is for capturing me and keeping me here with you,” he told the man, purring it against his back as he thrust into him a final time, emptying his seed into the pirate’s hot arse.

Harry fell on top of his lover, entirely spent, and they remained that way until Draco’s legs began to tremble from holding them both up in their slumped position. With lethargic movements Harry scooped Draco up into his arms and carried him to the bed before climbing in next to him with a contented sigh. Removing the intricate uniform seemed as though it would expend too much thought and energy so he decided to forgo the extra work and just leave it on.

“If penance for being a pirate is always that brilliant then I might just keep it up. Hell, had I known this would be my punishment, I would have allowed you to catch me months ago,” Draco teased, a wicked grin on his otherwise slack features. Harry swatted him playfully and curled up next to the blond, pressing soft kisses into the curve of his neck.

“So I didn’t hurt you then?” he whispered against Draco’s ear, smirking to himself when he felt the man’s cock twitch against his leg. He loved the fact that he made the pirate react that way, that every breath of his against the other man’s flesh was a new arousal.

“No. You didn’t hurt me, though my neck stings a bit from where you cut me with that sword,” he muttered, pressing his fingers to a spot on his throat that was caked in dried blood. It wasn’t a large cut by any means, just a knick really, but Harry was immediately attentive of it, swatting Draco’s fingers away so that he could inspect it.

“I’m sorry, Heart,” he whispered, pressing an adoring kiss against the mark. “I guess I got carried away.” It was obvious that Harry hadn’t even noticed the mark until now.

“For a moment I thought you were going to try and escape after I gave you that sword,” Draco mused. “But you didn’t try and get away.” He was slightly stunned by Harry’s unwavering loyalty to him, or to his commitment, which one it was Draco didn’t know. He’d carefully placed men outside the door as a precautionary measure, just in case the wild hair struck Harry to try and escape. It had been a test of sorts to hand that sword to Harry, and to be honest, Draco hadn’t been completely confident Harry would pass.

“I thought about it,” Harry admitted, shifting back so he could look into Draco’s steely gray eyes.

“I couldn’t respect you if you hadn’t at least thought about it, but why didn’t you just flee?” he asked, his tone a whisper. He felt a twinge of guilt knowing that Harry had thought things through and still decided to stay with him. That knowledge would just make the revelation that he had no intentions of being imprisoned that much harder to accept.

Several things had gone through Harry’s mind in that moment. He had been confident in his own skills to out maneuver an unarmed man and he knew he could have escaped the private room, but then what? Where could he have gone when he didn’t even know what course they were sailing? It was possible, logical even, that those things kept Harry from acting on the opportunity he was given, but it was doubtful. If he’d been given the same chance just few weeks before he would have taken it and damned the consequences.

No, there was another reason he stayed, one he wasn’t yet comfortable voicing to Draco, but he could tell the pirate something that was true. “I intend to hold to our arrangement. You still have me for four months and three weeks.”

“Do you trust me to honor my end and submit to you willingly after that time?” Draco asked, prying Harry’s jacket buttons from their loops and trying to free the man of his uniform coat.

“Should I not trust you?” Harry asked seriously, his green gaze boring into his lover’s.

“Pirates are a notoriously untrustworthy bunch,” Draco replied vaguely, neither confirming nor denying the charge.

Harry sighed, lifting his hips so that Draco could pull away the trousers, leaving him gratefully nude once more. “I suppose I’ll just have to hold to hope that you won’t betray me again.”

“You’re an odd man, Harry Potter,” Draco muttered softly before capturing Harry’s lips in a lingering kiss.

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Holding Harry tightly to him, Draco’s mind drifted away from their shared bed. He loved the way it seemed that Harry’s body fit perfectly against him, as if they were two puzzle pieces being joined for the first time. He felt that way about Harry’s personality as well, it meshed so well with his own that it was uncanny.

Draco was comfortable in the role he had created with Harry. The man was far less uptight than he had always expected he would be based on reputation, in fact, Harry proved nearly every day that he was possibly perfect for him in every single way. He was undeniably handsome and charming, but he also had a clever wit and a massive heart, even if it was too open for his own good. He could tell that the ebony-haired man cared for him on a higher level than their arrangement required, and to be honest he was slowly but surely falling madly for the Griffin’s captain as well. He knew, however, that their relationship couldn’t possibly end pleasantly because he had no intentions of surrendering to his lover and being made a prisoner of Mother England. Harry could hold out to hope all he liked but in the end he’d be left wanting when it came time to make the exchange.

He wondered briefly how his lover would handle things when Draco outright refused. Would Harry choose to stay with him or would he disembark The Silver Serpent and renew his hunt again? What Harry didn’t seem to understand was that Draco wouldn’t be caught, especially now that he knew the man’s habits and weaknesses; Captain Potter was a fierce opponent, but this man curled around his naked body now, his breathing deep and even in his sleep, this man was really just a boy looking for love. He might find it one day, but not in the Dread Pirate Black.

Author's Note: It's been pointed out to me that this story is becoming more of a PWP... so I'm working on that. lol