A Chance Interception Can Lead To Love~ (Sinclair), Pirate/Prince yaoi goodness.

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Name: Dietrich Abendroth

Age: 21

Eyes: Garnet red, though they appear chocolate at first.

Hair: Dark gray, considered black.

Stats: Six feet tall; lean, toned, and agile build.

Occupation: Captain of a ship of young, European pirates. (No one is over thirty.)

Personality: Cocky, sarcastic, possessive, and a bit rough; protective, affectionate, and not altogether unkind, just a little intense; a strong leader who's quick on his feet and on the job.

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Dietrich was in his quarters, conversing with his first mate in unconsciously low tones about the map before them when a crewman burst into the cabin excitedly, startling the brunette at his side and making the youth knock over a thankfully unlit candle. Looking up with some annoyance, the dark-haired man gave the intruder a slight frown.

"What?" he demanded shortly, standing up straight.

"Sorry, sir," the shirtless man apologized sheepishly, smiling awkwardly. "It's just that there's something on the horizon that might interest you."

"Is it a ship?" his first mate, Davey Fletcher asked with a furrowed brow.

"No, it's a duck," Dietrich answered dryly.

"Yes, it's a ship, cap'n! And you should see its flag!" the man went on meaningfully, grinning ear to ear.

Quirking an eyebrow, Dietrich nodded, grabbing his spyglass and following his underling up to the deck. Leaning over the rail along with several other crew members, he elongated the zooming tool and smirked at the sight he could now clearly see. Pushing his spyglass shut and turning to his awaiting crew, he grinned. "Prepare to board a royal vessel, boys. We've got ourselves a prince!" he announced with amusement. They would raid the fool's ship and hold him hostage for ransom. If the man was young and handsome, perhaps he would have some fun with him while he was at it. He was a pirate, after all. He took what he wanted.[I]

[Sinclair]

Name: (Prince) Elizar Bellatrove

Age: Twenty

Position: Uke

Height: 5"9

Weight: 139lbs

Personality: The average type of prince, the one that makes one want to stop and curse. Elizar doesn't like the poor, he doesn't care for them and he won't feel bad for being called a name. He's been raised to be selfish, absorbed in the riches and that's exactly how he intends to act. Elizar won't work unless he really needs to, unless the few he loves need him to do it. The only three people in the world he decided to ever listen to would be his parents and his one, best friend. There isn't much else he'd do for another soul and won't dare go out in the streets without protection from the disgust that is the poor.

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"Where oh where will we go?" Elizar murmured, pointing about some maps. He had had an idea for a while, one to earn his family more riches then they needed. He was out for the treasure and nothing more, not the beauty of the sea and not the Pirates. Oh the bloody Pirates, they were disgusting, filthy, rude and really needed to be taught proper manners. None dared to attack his town because his family's forces were far to strong....No Pirates would survive.

"What about here,Eli?" His best friend and only one able to say his name in such a way suggested. The young male took a look at where the older had pointed and cocked his head to the side. He was smart, don't get it wrong, he wasn't an idiot by any means. Elizar was very well educated and could do anything involving thinking, he was not an idiotic fool. However he could not read maps, that was not a strong suit.

"And what's it hold?" He murmured, looking down at it. His friend smiled and went on to speak of all the wonders.

"It has jewels unlike any man's eyes and coins so pure that you could sell one for hundreds, perhaps thousands of dollars!" It was a place of magic so to speak and Elizar was now intrigued.

"Take me there."

It didn't take long for their makeshift crew was set out and soon they were weeks away from the town and on their way. Elizar was napping mindlessly when an alarm rang out. The young man propped himself up and looked out at where most were staring.

"What is it?" He hissed. His friend turned a head to him and stared with such sad eyes.

"Pirates. Now you must hide! Elizar you're a Prince and we can't allow them to find you." Taking his hand the Prince's friend led him below deck, the men following to grab swords and guns to put to use against the Pirates. While the crew worked on getting the weapons above deck, Elizar was hidden under the floorboards of the ship, a hidden area made to house one should emergency arise.

"You must come!" Elizar cried. His friend shook his head and closed the secret hiding place.

"I must fight for you prince." He murmured, rushing up above with a sword in arm.

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Dietrich smirked as he drew his blade in his cabin, preparing to join his crew in the interception. He always joined the men who fought. He was no a lazy or entirely selfish captain. If there was a chance for his crew to be harmed, he believed he should have an equal opportunity to be harmed. They had one of the fastest ships in the sea. There would be no way for the royal ship to escape their approach. The prince's vessel would have to fight or surrender -- there was no "run."

His first mate poked his messy head in, smirking at his calm, slowly moving captain.

"Enough of your sword's chai tea, Dietrich. The vessel is near, and her crew is raring to go," the brunette chuckled, disappearing again to a rise of voices on deck.

The tall man rolled his dark eyes. "It's 'tai chi,' you daft bugger," he muttered, sheathing his sword for the moment and exiting his cabin. Stepping into the sunlight, he blocked out the offending star with one hand and grinned cheekily at the small group of armed men on the much smaller ship's deck. They looked so determined, he would've thought they were protecting an entire royal family. He doubted an entire royal family would take such a measly craft anywhere, and raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. Climbing on the edge of his ship, he held onto a rope and stood proudly, addressing the company on the opposite vessel.

"You seem to be in the wrong waters, lads. There's a sailing toll 'round these seas. Perhaps you should pay the price for trespassing?" he said wryly. "Get 'em, boys," he murmured to his crew. Immediately, there were boisterous cries of war, and men and teenagers launched from their ship to the 'trespassing' vessel, landing on the deck and drawing their swords to beat down the small crew. It didn't take long to overwhelm them -- they outnumbered them at least two to one -- and Dietrich draw his sword against the man he deemed closest to leader. He could only assume, as he was dressed the best of the armed crew. He would be a right hand man of the royalty aboard, whom he was no doubt hiding somewhere.

"You look to be the most intelligent man here," he mused, pointing his blade to the man's gut and drawing closer. "Will you tell me where his highness is hiding?" Impatient, he decided not to wait for an answer. Glancing back to his first mate and two other men, he jerked his head in the nearest door's direction. "Search the place. I'm betting there's a prince on board."

"Yes, Captain," Fletcher said obediently, smiling deviously at the man under his leader's sword. Dietrich was a skilled swordsman. He'd have the man's guts if he crossed him.

Dietrich gave the man one last wry smirk before turning to search the ship himself. If he had to hazard a guess, the prince would be somewhere below deck... maybe even literally. Hm. He came across the storage before the bilge, and walked steadily across the floor, looking and listening carefully. Straining his ears, he heard someone breathing, and smirked to himself.

"...I know you're in here," he murmured deviously, angling his head toward a barrel and then deciding that wasn't quite it. "Don't make me find you," he warned darkly, slightly annoyed that he didn't have his crew in the room to make this go faster. "Because I most..." The floor. There was a continuity error in the wood grain. "...certainly..." He stepped back slightly, looking elsewhere as if he didn't know. "...will." Stomping on a floorboard, he kicked up a loose piece and tossed it aside, revealing the top right half of a young man under the floor, well-dressed and bejeweled. Grinning, he crouched. "Hello, my prince. I told you I would find you," he chuckled lowly. He heard Fletcher enter the room with an announcement that he hadn't found anyone, and gave the man a look. Looking back to the prince, he smiled almost evilly. "Now are you going to come out on your own? Or am I going to have to cut my way through?" he asked with false sweetness.

[Sinclair]

If they could run he would've told them to run. The first mate of this ship and Elizar's best friend was a man a few years older, his name was one Sinclair Delacour. He was not rich, never had been but he allowed his friend to dress him in the nice things. He had befriended Elizar as a child and they had hit it off ever since. They had never argued and never became any further apart, only closer. So it was no surprise that Sinclair would die to protect Elizar for he was the Prince and Prince's were very much an importance.

Their ship however was simply just not fast enough to beat this one, which came at them at an alarming speed. This was how Sinclair could guess that there would be no running from this battle, not today. He just hoped they wouldn't find Elizar...And if they did well Sinclair had given him something to protect himself.

There was also a matter of another secret latch, if found the young man could press it and he'd fall through and into the ocean below. It wouldn't be hard for the Prince to then latch to a part of the ship and hide out. This ship was modelled after drawings of the flying Dutchman, one of Elizar's favourite ships. It had hidden parts all around it and hopefully that would suffice. Hopefully these Pirates were not as determined.

When they attacked the crew were quickly outnumbered and most by now were dead or tied to the mast. Sinclair glared at the Captain, "I will not give up such information. A Prince is far more special than my life." He hissed, watching the man move below deck. He would have went after him to slaughter him had he not been grabbed right away.

Elizar was hidden away, his breathing catching in his throat every now and again. A gun was pressed to his chest, something he had pulled out of his pocket after having found it slipped in. Hearing the Captain of the Pirate's ship coo and mock him he bit his lip.

The man was above him, directly above him! Feeling the stomp he yelped, staring as the light streamed through. Staring up at the man he glared. "I think you'll have to suck my fucking dick." He growled, aiming and shoot at the man before pressing the small button. The young male was dropped down, hitting the water with a splash. Swimming under and up he hit the surface and gasped for air, latching himself to the ship before climbing into one of the mouth crevices that again modelled the Dutchman. He was wet, cold and felt more like a common prisoner than a Prince.

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Dietrich scowled at the youth's retort and jerked back in surprise as he fell suddenly into the water. Leaning over the opening, he glared at the prince's form as he swam away. That was stupid of him. Unless he was suicidal, in which case he'd probably gotten his death wish. Butthat didn't make any sense. Wouldn't it be easier to let a random pirate kill you? Drowning would be a horrible way to die. No, it didn't take a genius to figure there was somewhere to go for the boy.

Standing, he paused thoughtfully, listening carefully to hear over the rushing water below. This ship wasn't technically possible, he thought, but it didn't matter what physics said, because the prince was climbing around somewhere.

"I'll be right back, Davey," he informed his confused first mate. Stepping forward, he plunged into the water and grabbed onto the edge of the floor, holding tight and investigating the underside of the ship through his foggy vision. Spotting a crevice of some kind, he let go of the floor, ignoring Fletcher's protests as he swam to the opening. The prince's gun would be useless, the gunpowder too wet to trigger any fire. He would be virtually defenseless, and Dietrich smirked as he abruptly hoisted himself into the small opening.

It was quite cramped, the space hardly meant for two people, but he was quick to tackle the youth and knock him off-balance and into the side of the ship, pinning him atthe elbows and panting with some amount of excitement. He grinned roguishly, inches from the beautiful boy's face. "Clever, this vessel. But I'm no fool, as I'm sure you thought I would be. Quickly, he took a dagger from his belt and held it to the prince's throat. "I think it would safest for you to come with me to my ship. That is, unless you'd like to have me slit your throat. Then you can swim to good ol' Davey Jones. Hm?" he murmured darkly, pressed up against the boy to keep him from moving without his consent. "Those are your options." Keeping his knife at the youth's pale jugular, he reached to his belt again with his other hand to grab some rope. He took the violet-eyed boy's wrists roughly, binding them together with a simple knot that would hold. He'd had a lot of practice tying things with one hand. He'd gotten rather good at it. "I'll pull you out of the water if you cooperate," he suggested now. "It would be quite hard to swim tied up, wouldn't it?" Backing off, he flipped his dagger around in his hand and held it away, smirking. "Your choice."

[Sinclair]

Sinclair was worried, very much so in the sense he had heard the splash of the younger male hitting the water. Normally he'd be happy to know that the other had gotten away safely, however he also knew that this Pirate Captain was not an idiot like he had hoped. He'd found Elizar so quickly that it was actually kind of scary. He had found the young male without even really trying it had seemed. Sinclair was very worried now, all he wanted was to get to the Prince and protect him but being tied to the mast kept him from doing a thing.

Why don't you stop acting like cowards! Go hunt for your own god damn treasure!" He shouted at the Pirates. While most would get angry these Pirates laughed and looked at each other. This was most certainly not a common group of men but a rather smart group.

"Why? Whatever is below the sea is not nearly as much worth as a Prince. Once his mommy and daddy find out he's being held captive, they'll pay us the world for him back." One of the men snickered.

Sinclair glared because he knew they were right, absolutely one hundred percent. Elizar's parents loved him so much because he was their only child and he meant the world to them. He meant everything and they would do all they could to protect him and care for him. They would pay these Pirates everything to have their child back.

Elizar had hidden himself within the crevice of the ship, hiding away until a body pulled itself up. Aiming he shot at the man but when no bullets came out he cursed the gunpowder. He wouldn't have minded being pressed to the ground, a very hot body atop his, belonging to a very handsome Captain, should the man not be holding a knife to his throat. Glaring Elizar spat at the man, "like I have a choice! You may give me options but in truth you already picked out the answer." As he was being tied up he continued, fighting though throughout. "You won't kill me because you want to use me as ransom, to collect money you don't even need. Killing me would get you nothing, keeping me alive, everything." Thrashing about he glared at the man. "So hurry it up already and take me!" Since there was no visible way to escape he had to stick it out, hoping to find some way later.

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The pirate captain smirked. Well, obviously he wasn't going to kill him. But he could've cut him up anyway -- it just wouldn't be enough to kill him. Didn't mean he'd walk away with his skin of limbs intact. "I wouldn't be so abrupt if I were you, your highness," he chuckled, lifting the boy by his shirt and holding him over the opening. "You're not exactly at an advantage." Dropping him, he let the boy fall intothe water. Chuckling, he let the prince struggle to swim for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and diving in after him.

Hooking an arm around the youth's thin waist, he swam swiftly under the ship and brought the boy to the surface first. Looking around as he came up, he spotted Fletched looking for him in turn. His first mate signalled to someone, and Dietrich swam with the prince to the small row boat that approached. The crewman reached over the edge as Dietrich maneuvered the boy to him.

"To the deck," he instructed simply. A minute or so later they were climbing aboard, Dietrich having slung the prince over his shoulder. He set the boy on his feet once they were on deck. He stepped sideways, and let two of his burlier, more intimidating crewmen take the prince's upper arms. "Brig. He's a bit of a fighter. Make it uncomfortable... but not painful. He's a guest. Somewhat." Chuckling, he waved the men off, turning to go to his cabin as if he was bored of their new captive.

The men grunted in acknowledgement, jostling the youth around and carrying him down to the damp, dark underbelly of the ship. One of them lit a room, and the other lifted the prince up under his arms to hoist him inside. He brought the boy's bound hands up, looping them over a blunted hook on the low ceiling and grabbing more rope. He tied the boy's hands tighter, smirking with satisfaction. "Cap'n Abendroth will be down shortly, princess," he chortled, deliberately calling him the wrong gender. He was pretty, why not poke fun when he himself was brutally masculine? Turning to leave, he slammed the damaged door and left the prince alone.

[Sinclair]

He did like to be called by his proper title, however he did not enjoy it slipping past the lips of this man, who was so confident that the violet eyed young man wished nothing more than to punch the man in the face. This Captain was a far fetched fool and one he wouldn't mind sending to the gallows. Though their tides were turned and he knew very well that if he gave to much fight he might just get himself thrown overboard. He had been taught to swim but tied up and swimming was a different story all together. "Yes I'm very well aware of that." Elizar spat, a yelp shot from his lips when he felt the arms around him vanish, his warming body hitting the ice cold water.

What Elizar wanted to do was push his arms out and swim but what he could only do was kick his feet in attempt to push himself to the surface. It was only a matter of time before the Captain came into his view, the man's arm around his body as he was drug to the top. Coughing once he could breath the young male kicked the body that held his, not the best idea but his only one. It wasn't as forceful as he had wished either but it was what had to happen due to the water that it only appeared as a light tap to the leg. As he was hoisted up and into the boat he felt more like baggage than a Prince, or person for that matter.

Once on the dreaded Pirates ship Elizar began to struggle, throwing himself around the arms that held him but he was quickly and rather effectively stopped when a very large man lifted him up and made trying seem almost useless. There would be no point when he knew he really stood no chance against the man. On the ship just across Sinclair was fretting over the Prince, his bonds holding him tight as he shouted for the Prince. "Elizar! We'll get you back we promise!" He screamed at the youth, who he saw turn his head and nod, though the nod was more of a defeated one.

"Tell us his last name." The Pirate growled, pointing at the Prince. "If not we'll slit his throat." What they needed was the last name so they knew just who to send the ransom to and he knew his Captain wouldn't be pleased if he didn't find out. And the thought of them killing the pretty boy was all the Prince's friend needed to spill it.

"Bellatrove...Elizar Bellatrove." Sinclair murmured, watching as the men slowly exited the ship and hopped on over to their own.

"I don't really care and don't call me Princess!" He hissed, kicking out at the man before swinging a bit from his place in the air. He hated this, absolutely hated it. Elizar didn't believe he should be captured...He could give them money after all so why not just let him go? Hearing Sinclair and knowing how worried his friend was made him feel...almost guilty about his entire expedition idea.

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"This one's stubborn," the crewman informed him as he came up from below deck.

Dietrich nodded. "Yes, I noticed," he chuckled. "I'll have a visit with the little prince. He's secured?"

"The usual."

"Hmm. I'll bring a few supplies. I think I'm going to have some fun with him, Baker. Go tell Fletcher to work on ransom. I believe Herrera told me we've learned our hostage's name."

"Yes, cap'n."

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Pushing open the door of his captive's room, Dietrich gave the youth a false smile, setting down a satchel of 'supplies.' The entire crew knew he swung both ways, and while most of them didn't, they thought it was hilarious that he was so kinky. No one would disturb them unless they heard Dietrich give a very specific cry. The dark-haired man had no doubt it would never be uttered. This prince had fight, but no strength and no means to carry it out.

It was perfect.

"How are you, Prince Elizar?" he asked with a somewhat kind tone. "Comfortable?" Didn't matter. "Good." He sauntered casually up to the boy, staring him dead in the eye. It was truly intriguing, the violet of the boy's irises. Bizarre, but lovely. He enjoyed unusual traits like this in his partners, probably because it somehow made him feel closer to them. His eyes were unusual themselves. The tall pirate grabbed the boy's jaw, turning his face as if inspecting it. "You certainly have the face of royalty. I'm sure you're also quite intelligent," he mused, smirking. "So there's no reason to suspect that you'd do something stupid, am I correct?" Though he'd allow for error. Smart or not, the prince had gusto. He wouldn't submit easily. "Tell me. How old are you?" He couldn't be yet eighteen. While Dietrich enjoyed a younger partner, he did have limits. Though he'd simply ravish him if he was only seventeen. He particularly liked the naivety of seventeen-year-olds. It was endearing. The man released the youth's gorgeous face and took a step back, pointedly examining his body. Slender. Elegant. His skin would be smooth to the touch.

"I have a proposition for you, boy," he said casually, crossing his arms and leaning against a small table that was starting to rot. "You want to go home, yes? Or at least get out of here?" he began, unconsciously licking his lips. "Unfortunately, unless your parents offer a hefty sum for your safe return, that won't be happening. So here's my offer: You become my bitch, and you will be much happier aboard this vessel. And safer, I'd imagine. See, my crew isn't terribly fond of royalty, having all been fucked over by a monarch somehow. If I just let them have their way... you might not come away from any of this with your body intact." He smirked darkly. "But me? I would only make you scream in ecstasy, kid." Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head slightly. "What say you, your highness?"

[Sinclair]

Sinclair was able to get out of the restraints but now came the hard part, getting back to the town and informing the King and Queen that their son was gone. He wouldn't get killed, it wasn't himself that was worried, it was how the Queen would react. She loved her son so much and he knew she'd die if she lost him.

"Where are we headed Sinclair?" One of the crewmen asked. The man turned and glared.

"Where do you think? Set sail for the town and quick! We must get the things prepared so that we may free the Prince." It hadn't taken him long to get out of his binds and he'd quickly aided the other men in getting free but now they needed to hurry, who knew how much time was left.

Elizar on the other hand was working on getting out, not at all close to it but deciding against giving up. He didn't want to be here, didn't know what the hell this Captain was planning but when he saw the man enter he shot a glare that gave notice to the term 'if looks could kill'. Rolling his eyes he glared again, "oh yeah I'm wonderfully comfortable. I feel like I'm home again." He spat, hating this man already for being so...He didn't even know a word for the man. When his face was grabbed the younger male tried to tear it out of the grip but to no avail, forced to let the man inspect him. "Well I am royalty you bloody Pirate." He growled, taken back by the question yet figuring it was the man's curiosity and nothing more and so with that in mind he decided to answer the man. "I'm twenty what's it to you?" He murmured, wondering why the man wanted to know his age, though the bag of supplied he couldn't see were a worry to him. As well as the way the Pirate looked him up in down. The sudden feeling of being naked overcame him, like he was some hanging whore.

Elizar ignored the male until he heard the offer and then began to thrash about. "No! Get away from me!" He shouted, not even liking the sound of it. Though as he heard the man continue he groaned, moving his body about. "Why don't you just tell me that I'm going to be your bitch? You give me options but no choice. It's reasonable to assume I want to live and so by giving me that option versus being your bitch I have no choice." He hissed, blushing at the thought of crying for this man in want...Though he swore not to. Hearing the last bit he blushed again and turned his head, not wanting to be seen when he agreed. "Fine...Yes...Just get me down!" Elizar murmured, tugging at the rope before glaring at the other.

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Dietrich laughed vindictively, shaking his head as if amused by the younger male's antics. So maybe he wasn't all that young. He looked younger than twenty, but Dietrich would certainly enjoy a twenty-year-old. It's not as if he was an old man. If Elizar could be considered 'old,' than Dietrich was ancient, even with only a year in advantage. The dark-haired male sauntered to his supplies again and pulled out a set of iron shackles, more rope, and a few lengths of cloth. He kept his back to the prince, just to annoy him for a moment.

"Just remember, Elizar," he began bemusedly. "The term 'bitch' was your idea," he chuckled, patting the young man's cheek mockingly as he pulled a dagger from his belt and cut through the rope holding his prisoner up. Yanking it forward, he tripped the violet-eyed male onto a pile of empty sacks, a mildly soft landing, as it were. There was still a length of rope to be held, and he reached for it, pulling it up and back, forcing the prince's still bound wrists behind his head as he placed his boot on the small of the boy's back. He didn't press hard, but he wanted to make sure the mouthy prince knew he wasn't screwing around.

"It won't be so bad," he murmured, leaning down to the gorgeous male's ear. "Honestly. And the more you cooperate, the more comfortable your stay will be. You have my word." Pirates might lie constantly, cheat, steal, and pillage, but if one managed to actually give his word... There was a Pirates' Honour Code, of sorts, and a pirate captain's word was not a joke.

Taking a strip of cloth, he wadded it into the teal-haired male's mouth, using a second strip to pull between his lips and tie behind his head, securing the gag in place. "Let's save you punishment for the attitude, hm?" he chuckled meaningfully, picking the boy back up by his shirt and beginning to untie his hands. "Touch the gag, and you will be sorry..." He leaned in, the prince's wrists held in one large, strong hand. "Bitch," he lowed darkly, smirking. Turning his captive on his heel, he shoved the thin male into the damp wall, twisting an arm up behind him and dropping his arrogant smirk.

"Do you know how many times this vessel has been... 'brought to justice,' prince?" he asked smoothly. "None. I have been it's captain for three years, and not one of my men has been persecuted since joining. Do you know how many have tried to catch us? Hundreds. None have succeeded. They won't." He leaned into the pretty boy's neck. "They never will." Pulling rope from his belt again, he sneaked some around the boy's throat and pulled back. He wasn't strangling him, but making a collar of sorts. One he could be led by. It would tighten only slightly at resistance. He held up the iron shackles for the prince to see. "Now, do I need to use these, bitch?" he asked teasingly. He really wanted to. He was secretly hoping the prince would please him. He'd even be rewarded sometime for it. Either way, he'd be wearing them at some point.

[Sinclair]

“What’re you, thirty?” He hissed, wanting nothing more than to push buttons he shouldn’t press. In truth Elizar knew he shouldn’t be so snarky, or so foolish but the was one man he didn’t care about being terrible to, even with his life on the line. There was something about the Captain of this ship that made the young Prince want to disobey to all measures and to…to what? Get ‘punished?’ He wasn’t a fucking masochist…Or at least that’s what he would tell himself so long as it was proven wrong. It wasn’t that he wanted pain it was just that…He didn’t mind it, okay now he sounded stupid.

“You used it first! What was I supposed to do, come up with a new term?” He threw at the older male, kicking feet out in attempt to hit the man with all his might. While he didn’t actually try, because mind you he did want to keep his head, he did bump the man on occasion, throwing glares as well as small taps to the leg. When he felt his body come free he almost thought he could get away but was stopped when his body hit a pile of sacks, hissing as his nice clothes hit the dirty area, though who cared anymore if he was already wet. “Stop that!” Elizar shouted, struggling when the Captain pulled on his arm, the pain mild but not so bad that he would beg it to stop.

Elizar rolled his eyes, wanting to turn his head and bite off the man’s head. What bothered him was that it seemed the man just wanted him to bend down and take it like the…Bitch he was supposed to become. Ugh…That term sounded so…Peasant like…However he would be willing to endure it because it looked to be about the only thing he could do at the moment.

Elizar screamed, like a girl being attacked but it wasn’t because he was scared, it was due to being shocked. He wasn’t used to being gagged and so when it happened the violet eyed male didn’t know exactly how to react. Glaring at the Captain he wanted to defy him but decided against it, his hands staying in that one large one. It was amazing how much bigger the Captain was compare to him, it was almost scary. “Mmmphymkesfkn!!!” Elizar shouted angrily, though all his very hurtful words were blocked out by the gag, his body thrashing as if to make up for his lack of.

The mint haired male rolled his eyes at the small tale, not really caring much. Sinclair wasn’t an idiot, he would get his parents, they would pay a small fee and he would be warm and snug in his bed. The Pirates couldn’t name a price they couldn’t pay. They didn’t need a war, though after being given back the Prince wanted this man’s head, in advanced for all that he was going to have to go through. Shooting the older male a heated stare he kicked out at him, defying the man and knowing exactly what he was not getting himself into. He didn’t want the cuffs to be used but now surely they would be.

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For all the prince's struggling, Dietrich rolled his eyes. It only excited him more, that he was resisting. While he didn't have a full-on erection quite yet, Elizar was certainly making it easier to get there. The pirate wasn't exactly a sadist. And he was certainly no psychopath, either -- he wouldn't get pleasure out of beating the young man up. He just wanted to screw around, really. There was some amount of power play to it. He was a captain for many reasons, after all. There was also his fondness for beautiful things under his control. He loved the tropics, and he loved pretty hostages. Well, trying to explain why he wanted to do this made it sound even more fucked up than it actually was. Dietrich Abendroth wasn't a bad man, he was just a bit arrogant. Sure. That could work.

He chuckled at the prince's shriek of surprise at the gag. Watching him squirm like he could shake it off was funny. He was glad the youth didn't bother trying to fight him when he wasn't bound again. While it gave him less excuse for 'punishment,' it also meant he was starting to submit.

Dietrich grunted with annoyance when the teal-haired male lashed out with his slender legs, knocking into his knees. It didn't hurt, but it was annoying to say the least, and the pirate pulled the prince back and pushed him harshly back into the wall for it. "That was the wrong move, princess," he hissed lowly. His voice sounded worse than he felt, like he was much angrier than he was. He decided he was okay with that. Pressing their bodies flush together, he pulled the boy's other wrist back and shut the shackles over them, somewhat pleased. Elizar looked good tied up. The collar was a nice touch, he thought. Maybe he'd earn himself a better one later. Made of something better than coarse rope. "C'mon, bitch," he growled irritably, tugging lightly on the makeshift lead and heading to the door. "Let's let the crew know the deal, hm?" he chuckled darkly.

Dragging the prince up the steep and narrow steps back up to the deck, he allowed for any stumbling on the boy's part due to choppy waters. They must've hit the Mediterranean Sea. The current upon entry was a little rough. "Boys," he announced loudly as he came up onto the deck. "Our guest is not to be touched," he informed the men with a smirk, earning a few in return and a frown or two as well as the men surveyed the captive's prospects. Dietrich jerked the rope to bring the prince closer, putting an arm half possessively, half protectively around his thin shoulders. "He's mine. Is that clear, gentlemen?" he said curtly, raising an eyebrow.

The crew nodded, grunted, and muttered in agreement, and Dietrich smirked over at his muffled hostage. Feeling cocky, he gave the violet-eyed youth's temple a swift kiss, spinning away and tugging on his leash to guide him toward his cabin. "We'll be more comfortable in here," he chuckled, motioning to Fletcher just before he went inside, pulling the prince past him and pushing him into the room first. "We're not to be disturbed, Davey. Let the others know. Won't be long." He flashed his first mate a grin and was grimaced at in return.

"Yessir," the brunette muttered.

Wordlessly, Dietrich locked his door and gave the prince a light shove onto his back onto his mattress, sauntering around the bed and plopping down near his head, playing absently with the boy's hair. "I'm not sure I need you to do anything for me yet, your highness. Aren't you a lucky little bitch?" Sitting up against the tall headboard, he crossed his legs on the mattress next to the youth and smirked to himself, pulling out a novel from his cluttered desk drawer nearby. "I think you can just lay there looking pretty for a few minutes while I contemplate what too do with you first," he instructed wryly, getting comfortable.

[Sinclair]

The really embarrassing thing about this…Was that Elizar didn’t hate this. Well he hated the Captain and hated being treated like a pet but what would come would surely be pleasing. He’d not yet engaged in sex, no, he was a Prince and believed in finding the right person. While he never considered himself gay he knew he wasn’t all to interested in women, so he supposed now that he was. The thing was that right now he found himself wanting the man’s touch, not entirely wanting to acknowledge it was the Captain doing it but rather someone else, someone unknown. As long as he could continue to gain something out of this, he supposed it wouldn’t be too bad. Elizar would let himself enjoy this time, knowing that when he was given back he’d kill this man for treating him like a dog.

He was a Prince and Prince’s were not supposed to be treated this way, no he was supposed to be treated like a higher being, though with this man there was no one higher than himself. Which would always pose that question of could they ever be anything aside from enemies? Of course not…He had already made up his mind on the matter and all.

The collar was absolutely humiliating and only proved to piss the Prince off even more. He did not like the feeling of being owned and this maxed it out to the fullest. Feeling the collar around his neck made him feel so..used and dirty, it wasn’t something he liked in the slightest, or at least that’s what he was going to continue to let himself believe. “Muph nu.” He growled through the gag, which would later translate into ‘fuck you.’ Pulling his wrists apart he hissed in annoyance, unable to magically pull the shackles apart. He did not like the words that came next either. Fighting against the Captain Elizar pulled away, not needing to be further humiliated. The last thing he needed was to get mocked and then harmed by the crew of Pirates that hated royalty. He didn’t need this shit.

Elizar tried his hardest to resist the collar, he didn’t want to be seen as a pet to the Captain only to be later thrown to the men like wolves. While they hadn’t had a good laying probably a long while, Elizar could only imagine the crap they could do, while also harming him, killing him off later. Though as they reached the deck, much to his best efforts in stopping it he found the Captain was forbidding a soul to touch him, which was very nice to know. Elizar was already to be thoroughly violated by the Captain, it was nice of the man to at least keep others off him, both sexually and not.

The mint haired male shook his head, fighting the shackles again as he was led away, the kiss causing a bright red blush to cross his cheeks. Elizar had not once been kissed, never had lisp met his in any other way aside from his mother. There was no other being that had given him such contact before, not even Sinclair. The furthest he’d ever gotten to physical contact with the older male was a hug and that was the very furthest. What he wanted was to stop this…To stop this humiliation, those eyes, so many eyes were following them, staring and all sorts.


Elizar fell with a small plop onto the bed, shaking his head as he adjusted himself to the best of his abilities. Glaring at the older male for continuing to call him bitch the younger moved about, staring up from his lying down position. Elizar hated that the other continued to call him pretty for every time he did he felt a blush rise up in his face. Looking away a moment, the younger looked back up, wanting the gag to be removed and asking using his eyes and a slight nudge against’ the Captain’s leg. Until he was allowed to speak Elizar began to move his body around on the bed, shifting his hips from side to side and tossing his hair about, as if the older was already on top of him. He was teasing, he swears.

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Oh. Well, that blush was certainly worthwhile. It was a delicious colour, all from a kiss that in any other situation would be considered merely friendly. He could definitely hand out a few more of those. The prince would want to smack him for it undoubtedly, but he'd be sure to tease him about such little things soon enough. Heh.

Actually starting to read his book, he vaguely noticed the prince's squirming and nudging at his legs. Peeking sideways from his pages, the pirate smirked at his captive. Setting the novel aside, he crossed his arms and watched him intently. "What?" he asked with amusement, "D'you have something to say, your highness?" Chuckling, he reached to the boy's hair, running his long fingers carefully through his silken, mint-green hair. "I'm not entirely sure I want to hear that sharp tongue going off," Dietrich mused, raising an eyebrow. Grasping the boy's chin, he tipped his gorgeous head back and stared in dead in the eye. "You look good even from this angle," he commented absently. "That's an awfully suggestive way for you to get my attention, too, bitch," he chuckled, recalling the wriggling of the boy's hips. "I'd think carefully about what you dare to say, your highness. It's in high recommendation that you call me 'Captain' or 'master,' babe," he reminded the violet-eyed young man more seriously.

With one more stern glance, he gently lifted the prince's head and untied the cloth gag, setting it aside and tugging the wadding holding his tongue down out of his mouth. Smiling with narrowed eyes, the pirate gave his cheek a firm pat, laying back again. "There. Feel better? Though I don't mind the gag, personally." Lifting the boy up by the back of his shirt, he pulled him back into his body, wrapping his arms around the youth's warm, thin waist. He hummed in approval, nuzzling the crook of the prince's neck and wondering why he smelled like foreign flowers. Probably because he was rich. He didn't necessarily hold that against him, but he could if he had to. Dietrich rubbed slowly at the boy's abdomen, smirking against his skin. "What did you plan on saying, bitch?" he murmured lowly.

[Sinclair]

Elizar was not prepared, not in the slightest for this oncoming night. He wasn't scared of losing his virginity, more so about how much would come from the next weeks, maybe even months. The youth had to face it that he wasn't going to get rescued quickly, these things took time after all...Sinclair had to get home, tell his parents and then they had to locate the Pirates. That in itself would take far longer. He was worried about his addiction level because he did catch on easily to things and man is said to fall for pleasure to easily. Even with someone he hated, it could turn into something he couldn't get enough of.

The younger decided that glaring would get him nowhere and perhaps in truth he would really be better off doing something along the lines of speaking normally instead of shouting, demanding and all that. While it wasn't something he normally did, it was something he decided needed to be done. Staring up at the Captain he nodded lightly to each word the man spoke, though twitched and couldn't help a slight glare at the mentioning of what he was to call the man. Elizar wasn't fond of that but then again he couldn't really object or he'd get gagged again and that really did not sound fun. It wasn't something he liked, especially because he could do nothing but make foolish noises.

When it was finally removed the younger coughed lightly, moving his tongue around to get that taste back in his mouth. He did quite enjoy the liberty of his own mouth. "Well you would." He murmured, taking it down from what would have been a shout or growl earlier. What got him was the arms that wrapped almost sensually around his body, his being pulled flush against the Captain. Elizar knew this from the start but he didn't like to admit it, that this man would not torture him and would actually be quite polite, for a Pirate. He didn't want to believe it because then he couldn't kill him...He just...The Blonde didn't have what it took to kill someone for this. Now if he had been tortured that was a different story. For now he decided on a trial that would take up many months of time and then the man would be released. "Nnn.." Elizar breathed, the nuzzling causing a very warm sensation to course through him. The mint haired male couldn't help the small moan that followed as the hand ran across and rubbed his abdomen. It was embarrassing and he quickly looked as far away possible. His abdomen region was always very sensitive, when one wanted to make him give in, it was always there that held promise. Usually he was just ticklish but at the moment it was sending a wonderful feeling up his spine.

Turning his head to face the man he bit his lip, not liking that term bitch...It was so very degrading but he knew saying something would get him nowhere and so he held back on asking. "Would you take these off already?" He grumbled, looking away quickly and gazing down, his legs crossing and uncrossing over and over again.