The moon hung suspended above the ocean immediately behind Viggo and Orlando as they spoke their vows. Johnny and Sean sat side-by-side, feeling very smug about the whole thing. It had worked, and two of their best friends were happier than they had ever seen them. The priest proclaimed them bound in spirit and body and instructed them to kiss to seal the bond.

Viggo cupped Orlando's face in his hands so tenderly that a small sob escaped Liv, who was sitting to Sean's left. Orlando wrapped his arms around Viggo's waist. They stood oblivious to everyone around them for a long time. Sean realized he was holding his breath like *he* was about to be kissed for the first time. Feeling like he was intruding on a private moment, he shifted his gaze down to his lap.

The chairs were set so close together that Johnny's knee was pressed against his. Sean realized it had been for most of the ceremony. The American was wearing trousers made of a stretchy black material tucked into boots. The pants, which resembled riding pants, would have been indecently tight if not for the deep burgundy silk shirt Johnny wore over them that hung to mid-thigh. 'Bloody pirate!' Sean thought. 'Why am I destined to be surrounded by method actors?'

Glancing back up, Sean realized Viggo and Orlando were still kissing…no…making love with their mouths, might be a better description. Orlando seemed to be trying to crawl inside the older man, and Viggo was doing his best to let him. Sean shift uncomfortably in his chair, trying to adjust the growing tightness in his pants without being obvious.

Looking around, he realized he wasn't the only one affected by the waves of passion rolling off the reunited lovers. Sean and Christine were already headed back up the path towards their bungalow, hand in hand. Liv had practically crawled into her husband's lap and was kissing him with great enthusiasm. Sean glanced over towards the hobbits, but decided he really didn't want to know and quickly looked back towards Johnny.

He was startled to find Johnny's hooded gaze on him. The dark eyes held a slightly predatory gleam hidden in their usual lazy perusal. Sean's cock twitched in response, and he pulled slightly away. Many people had accused him of having a dangerous or predatory look, but he doubted it rivaled the one currently being directed towards him.

Johnny silently raised one eyebrow. The question couldn't have been any clearer if he'd typed it out and sent it in triplicate. Sean swallowed. Did he want to take this spark of attraction further?

Fuck, yeah!

He had only know Johnny for a little over two weeks, but Orlando had blathered on about him so much that Sean felt like he knew the man before he ever laid eyes on him. Almost imperceptibly, he nodded.

Sean didn't see Johnny move, but one second he was slouched lazily in his chair with his legs stretched out and ankles crossed, and the next, he was sitting straight up pressed against Sean's side.

"Ouch," Sean yelped, jumping as something sharp pressed into his side. Looking down, he saw that Johnny held a small dagger. Its tip was pressed against Sean's shirt. 'Bloody method actors and their weapons! Why am I never attracted to 'normal' blokes?' He opened his mouth to complain.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate," Johnny drawled.

Sean closed his mouth and looked into Johnny's eyes. Everything about Johnny right now screamed 'pirate': his clothes, his voice, the way he held his body. His eyes, however, were asking Sean's approval. 'Play with me,' was the silent request.

A grin twitched at the corners of Sean's mouth before he pressed his lips together in a grim line. Summoning up his best British 'don't fuck with me' accent, he spat out in a forced whisper, "You'd kidnap a captain of the Royal Navy in the middle of a wedding with half of the bloody fleet present."

A brief flicker of amusement and then satisfaction registered in Johnny's eyes. "Aye, that I would, and if you don't want my men to *invite* the happy couple to join us, I suggest that you come along without any fuss." He pushed the knife against Sean's side to emphasize his point.

Sean glared but nodded curtly, getting to his feet. Johnny motioned towards his bungalow. Sean wondered if he needed to say something to Orli and Vig before leaving, but decided that they probably wouldn't even notice. Johnny walked close to his side, never moving the knife.

As they approached the teal door, Johnny handed Sean a key with his free hand. "Open the door," he ordered. The second they were inside the dark room, Johnny spun Sean around, pressing him against the solid door with his forearm braced across his chest.

A whoosh of air left Sean's lungs and rendered him momentarily incapable of speech. Johnny kicked Sean's feet apart and stepped between his legs. "I have no desire to hurt you," he whispered, his mouth only inches from Sean's. Grabbing Sean's cock, he squeezed roughly. It would have hurt if Sean hadn't already been rock hard. Since he was, it made him moan and push into the pirate's hand. "This is the treasure I'm after, not your life."

Sean reminded himself that no self-respecting officer would willingly be ravished by a pirate. He twisted his head away and tried to move his hips to avoid Johnny's questing hand. "You expect me to just freely bend to your will?" he asked haughtily.

A dangerous gleam lit in the pirate's eyes. "Aye, luv. You'll *bend* for me soon enough and beg for my sword to ease your ache before we're through."

Sean groaned at the image the words produced. He was ready to beg now, if it meant easing some of the ache in his groin. Deciding the fastest way get Johnny fucking him was probably to incite him into losing control, he braced himself and pushed to get free. Johnny shifted his weight and pressed his hip hard into Sean's groin, using it and his arm to immobilize Sean against the wall.

"Now…now…that wasn't very nice, and here I thought we had struck an accord." Raising the knife, Johnny ran the tip down Sean's collarbone and onto his chest. "I don't hurt you, and you don't fight me." Sliding the blade between the layers of fabric, he cut the threads of each button as he moved down. When Sean's shirt hung open to reveal his chest, Johnny swirled the knife tip in random loopy designs over his abdomen and chest, circling and flicking at his nipples. Sean's head thunked back against the wall as he struggled not to come.

Johnny moved his body back, replacing the knife at Sean's side. Guiding Sean towards the chest of drawers, Johnny opened the top drawer and removed a pistol before resheathing his knife. Pointing the gun at Sean, he removed a length of rope and tossed it to Sean. "Walk over to the bed and run that rope through the bolt at the head of the bed."

Sean stared in disbelief. "You want me to tie myself up?"

One side of Johnny's mouth raised in a half grin. "Don't worry. I'm going to help," he leered, raising the gun to point directly as Sean's chest.

Sean's mouth went dry, but he moved towards the bed. Crawling onto the bed, he threaded the rope through the bolt.

"I see why you've done so well in the Navy, Capt'n. You follow orders very well."

Sean bristled at the insult. He swung around to respond and found himself flat on his back with Johnny straddling his chest. 'Damn, how does he do that? He's stronger than he looks and fast as hell.'

Johnny easily tied a knot in one end of the rope, using his free hand and teeth. He looped the rope over Sean's wrist and pulled the knot tight.

Sean bucked and writhed, but all he succeeded in doing was brushing the head of his cock against Johnny's hard ass, which provided absolutely no motivation for actually achieving freedom. He knew that if he really applied himself, he could displace Johnny, but struggling was much more fun than succeeding. "Fucking Pirate! Is abduction the only way you can find someone to fuck you?"

Johnny showed no reaction to Sean's taunts as he deftly secured the other wrist. Moving lower so he was sitting over Sean's thighs, he spread the shirt, running his hands over the hair-roughened chest, seeking and pinching the pink nipples. Sean automatically bucked his hips and moaned. Johnny grinned and leaned forward, capturing the pink disk in his mouth, sucking and biting. You learn quickly as a pirate to seek out weaknesses and exploit them.

With Johnny leaning over him in this position, Sean was being attacked by multiple sensations: Johnny's mouth on his chest; Johnny's silk shirt stroking his bare skin; and Johnny's cock rubbing back and forth against his. The next sensation he felt was the cold steel of the knife as Johnny cut his shirt off his body. Sean's body tingled everywhere the blade touched.

Johnny felt Sean's erection pulsing against him, and he smiled. "Like that do we, Captain?" Sean shook his head. "No? Your body tells a different tale." Johnny shifted lower, allowing his hands and knife access to the fastenings of Sean's pants. He dragged the flat of the knife over the bulge. Sean held his body completely still but couldn't stop his body from trembling at the touch.

Johnny smiled and opened his belt, lowering the zipper and pulling the pants open. Shifting to the side momentarily, Johnny pulled off Sean's shoes, socks and pants, leaving him completely bare. Sean hoped Johnny would undress himself. He was incredibly curious about the body hidden by the billowing shirt, but he returned to his position still completely clothed. He repeated his wandering exploration with his knife over the sensitive skin of Sean's inner thighs and all around his leaking cock. Sean bit his lip to keep from crying out.

Johnny heard a muffled cry and looked up at Sean. The officer was biting his bottom lip. Sliding up, dragging his chest against Sean's bare skin, Johnny ran his thumb along the lip. Sean released it, and Johnny soothed it with his tongue. Their eyes were both open, watching each other as Johnny licked Sean's lips. He paused and Sean saw the flicker through the pirate's eyes, asking another silent question. Sean answered by closing his eyes and parting his lips in momentary surrender.

Johnny plundered his seized treasure, exploring and tasting. Sean fell into the passion of the kiss until the actor in him reminded that he was falling out of character. Stilling the hips that had been thrusting up against his captor, Sean bit down on the tongue violating his mouth.

Johnny yelped and pulled back, his eyes narrowed in anger. "That was beneath you," he accused.

Sean narrowed his eyes in return. "Attribute it to being forced *beneath* you," he retorted.

"Fine. I've offered you gentleness, and you have rebuked me. Tell me, Captain, what is the punishment for assault here in Port Ignacious?" Johnny sneered.

"Twenty lashes," Sean answered before starting to worry about what the pirate was going to do with that information.

Johnny nodded and moved from the bed towards the chest he had removed the pistol from. Sean got uneasy and pulled at the rope trying to increase the room he had to maneuver. Johnny returned to the bed with a black leather whip in his hand. Strips of black leather wrapped the handle and extended from the end. "Turn over, Captain," Johnny ordered coldly.

Sean hesitated, and Johnny cracked the whip against his hip, not touching his cock, but coming awfully close. Scrambling gracelessly, Sean managed to turn onto his knees. The twist in the rope shortened the length, and he had to grip the headboard because his hands wouldn't reach the mattress. He looked back over his shoulder at Johnny, his uncertainty showing in his eyes.

"In the town I grew up in, Captain, the elders used public lashings to punish the youth for a variety of indiscretions. When I was 13, I was caught kissing the governor's daughter. Needless to say, he took exception to that and ordered me whipped. The head elder was a gentle man at heart and whispered to me that if the lashings were too much to bear I could use the word 'mercy' and he would find a reason to stop. I bore every stroke and have grown to like both receiving and inflicting them. Have you ever been whipped, Captain?" Johnny asked ending his story.

Sean recognized that he had just been given a safe word. Gripping the headboard until his knuckles turned white, he shook his head. His answer was the truth. Sean had never delved into the line between pleasure and pain beyond some hard bites. He had to admit that his body seemed to find the idea incredibly exciting, even if his mind had some reservations.

"You have a lovely ass." Johnny brushed the soft leather thongs over Sean's ass, down his thighs and back up between his legs, pulling it between his cheeks. Sean groaned and arched his back. Johnny's hand joined the stroking. "It is going to look so pretty all pink and hot. The first few strokes will hurt. Relax into them. Seek the heat and numbness," he instructed as the first stroke fell.

Crack. Crack. "You will learn to obey me without question." Crack. "I will not tolerate disobedience." Crack. "Do you understand, Captain?"

Sean nodded biting his lip again. Crack.

"If you hurt me, I will hurt you…an eye for an eye…so it has been since the beginning of time." Crack. Crack. "I don't want to hurt you, Captain. I seek pleasure that you could share if you let yourself." Crack. "You have such a gorgeous cock." Crack. "Long and thick." Crack. "I'd love to feel it sliding in and out of my mouth."

Sean moaned. He wanted that. He desperately wanted that pleasure…that feeling…that bliss of relief.

"You want that?" Crack. "Would you like my mouth stretched around you?" Crack. "I'd like to see your mouth around me." Crack. "But can I trust you, Captain?" Crack. Crack. "Are you a man of honor?" Crack.

At first, Sean clenched his teeth against the pain. The idea of being tied up and at someone's mercy was arousing, but the initial bite of the leather hurt. Heeding Johnny's words, he consciously relaxed his muscles, allowing his body to rock forwards with the blow. Soon he found himself rocking back, too. Anticipating, and even seeking the next stroke.

He wasn't sure how many lashes had fallen when he began to feel the warmth and numbness Johnny spoke of. It was a strange sensation, but somehow the numbness of his ass increased his awareness of his balls and cock. It was like every nerve ending that had ceased firing in one location had been moved to the other. Just the movement of air over his erection as it swung beneath his body was so intense. When the rhythm of the blows ceased, Sean actually whimpered, not in pain but for the loss.

Johnny dropped his hand to Sean's ass, rubbing his rough palm over the sensitive skin. "So hot…enough I think…"

"No!" Sean pleaded before he could stop himself.

"So my naughty Captain craves the whip, does he?" Johnny's lazy tone dripped with amusement.

Sean clenched his teeth to keep from answering, from begging to be 'punished'.

Smack. Johnny's open palm came down on his ass. Sean jumped and cried out at the unexpected contact. His cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking on the bed under him. If Johnny didn't fuck him soon, he was going to come from the light brush of his cock head against the damp sheets, but instead of fucking him, Johnny started another rambling monologue.

"Opposites. Our perceptions are based on opposites. How could we judge a gentle touch…" Sean felt silk drag against his skin. Vaguely he registered that Johnny had removed his shirt and was rubbing it against his abused skin. Sean turned to catch a glimpse of Johnny's sculpted tan chest. "…without the harsh touch to contrast?" Blunt nails followed in the wake of the shirt causing goosebumps to pucker Sean's skin. His eyes flickered closed, and his head hung between his shoulders. He was so close.

"How could we judge the honor of a man such as you, without a pirate like me to compare? I am the shadow that allows you to shine. You need me." The last words were whispered next to Sean's ear, the moist breath making him shiver. He felt deft hands working something around his cock and balls. The sharp snap of metal echoed in the quiet room. As if he'd been reading Sean's mind, Johnny rasped, "Wouldn't want you to finish without me, luv."

"Bloody hell…if you are going to fuck me, would you just get on with it?" Sean snapped. A sharp crack answered his words, and Sean groaned.

"That is not the way to get what you want, Captain," Johnny answered, getting completely off the bed.

"What do you want from me?"

Johnny leaned close, allowing his breath to tease Sean's sweaty skin. "I want you to beg," he responded softly. "I want to hear sweet words of supplication in that fuck-me sexy voice of yours."

Sean took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wanted Johnny so fucking badly his body ached. This was just a bloody game. He wasn't a captured prisoner. Why was it so fucking hard to say the words? Clenching his teeth, he ground out, "Please, fuck me."

Johnny didn't respond verbally, but Sean felt the bed dip under the pirate's weight and rough hands run up his thighs and over his hips. "Oh fuck," he gasped as Johnny's warm, wet tongue ran lightly along the crease of his ass. Johnny's thumbs pulled warm flesh away from Sean's entrance.

"Want you so fucking much," Sean panted as Johnny's tongue circled and teased the small opening. "Need…need your cock…" Pleading seemed to get easier the more he did it. Of course, it could be that Johnny's tongue had shattered any control he had left. All he could think about was being fucked fast and hard, and ten minutes ago was waiting too long.

Johnny's tongue thrust in and out of the nicely wet hole. His fingers slid in with it, stretching and curling, finding Sean's pleasure center and pushing the bound man completely beyond reason. "Bloody hell, please…need your cock now…you're not going to fucking hurt me. I'm not a bleedin' virgin."

Johnny chuckled. The vibration and puffs of air sent violent shudders through Sean's body. "Let me get some lube." It was the first thing that Johnny had said out of character since they had gotten up from the wedding.

"Fuck the lube. Untie me, and I'll wet your staff," Sean pleaded.

This time, Johnny groaned. Reaching up he released the knots with a sharp jerk. Sean spun around, grabbed Johnny's hips and swallowed his cock with a moan that Johnny echoed. Threading one hand in Sean's soft hair and clutching the bedpost with the other, Johnny rocked his hips forward.

Sean wasn't sure when Johnny had shed the rest of his clothes, but guessed it had been while he'd been off the bed waiting for Sean to beg. Frankly, he didn't give a shit. He was just glad he had free access to the lithe, tan body he was currently mapping with his tongue and fingers. He gasped when he felt Johnny run a hand down his back and slip two very slick fingers into him.

Sean pulled back and glared at the darker man. "Ya bastard! You had lube all along," he accused.

Johnny smirked. "I never said it was far, just that we needed it. Besides, I didn't hear you complaining about how I was opening you up."

Sean turned on the bed and grasped the headboard, sticking out his ass. "Aye, it's all been fun, but I really need to be fucked now."

Johnny's eyes narrowed to dark slits. "My pleasure, luv." Moving behind Sean on the bed, he quickly donned a condom and ran his lubed hand over it. In one long push, he was sheathed. He couldn't wait for Sean to adjust to his presence. He thrust hard and strong, rocking Sean forward.

Sean braced himself against the headboard and pushed back. It felt so fucking good. Johnny's cock filled the need that had been building in him since that first look. He could feel his climax heavy in his balls, only the strap was holding him back. His fingers itched to release it, but he wanted Johnny to fall with him. Clenching his muscles rhythmically, he thrust back brutally. "Fuck me, *pirate*. Your cock feels so fucking good. More…wanna feel you come…"

Johnny groaned as Sean's muscles gripped him. With every stroke, he came to the brink of his control and then just managed to hold on. He knew Sean could come at any minute. All he had to do was flip the snap, but he wasn't ready to let this feeling end. His thighs started to tremble, and his body was wound as tight as it would go.

Reaching around Sean, he released the leather strap and pounded forward directly on the spot that made his captive gasp. "Come with me, luv," he drawled, squeezing Sean's cock. The convulsions around his cock robbed him of any desire to hold back, and he succumbed to a climax so strong it felt like it would turn him inside out.

Sean's release felt so good, it was almost painful. His cock surged and surged even after his fluids had run dry. Sean collapsed forward, his whole body trembling and limp. Johnny fell forward onto Sean before rolling to the side. Both men tried to regain their breath.

"Well, that's not how I saw this day ending," Sean stated.

"You didn't think Orli and Vig would get together?" Johnny asked, his voice full of innocence.

Sean punched him in the shoulder hard. "Fuck you."

"Okay…but let's have a shower first," Johnny suggested, rolling from the bed.

Sean stared at Johnny's ass as he walked towards the bathroom. This trip had just gotten a lot more interesting.

~the end~

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