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“Did you think I was referring to something else?” Victor's innocent question held in the air while Yuuri scrambled to trace back their night's conversation.
“No, no, of course not.” Yuuri blurted out. Despite how warm and cozy it felt to stand so close to him, Victor was still a dangerous man. He couldn’t just casually come clean about his sister's whole plan to arrest him, right?
Victor’s face kept a strangely polite expression, he took his hands off Yuuri’s side, the warmth immediately missed. He stepped back, looking somewhere other than Yuuri’s face.
“I see, then I'm sorry to have disappointed you. I’ll take you back to port then.” Yuuri could only stare as Victor slipped from his grasp. The pit of his stomach grew rapidly cold, stunned by how quickly Yuuri had ruined all his own work. Yuuri was desperate to find a way to fix it.
“Victor, wait,” Yuuri grabbed onto Victor’s hand. He tried to hide the desperation by trying to replicate some of his sultriness from earlier. “Why go back so fast?”
“But you-”
“Forget about that,” Yuuri ran his fingers up and down Victor’s arm, hoping to coax him back into some of their previous closeness.
“Yuuri, please-” Yuuri tried to catch the gaze Victor had been trying to keep from him, but Victor’s eyes seemed like they were trying to escape him. “Stop.”
Yuuri let go. “I’m sorry-”
“Yuuri, you are lovely, truely, but this is all too confusing. You just said that if you knew what I was like earlier you wouldn't have come here, and now you're clinging to me? What is it you want from me?”
Yuuri felt heat rising into his cheeks. It didn’t look great from Victor's perspective did it? Insulting him then asking him to stay. Worst of all, now all these actions Yuuri's been taking aren’t some character for a honeypot in Victor’s eyes they are Yuuri’s. He must look insane. What would someone acting this way want, what does Yuuri want?
“I want to know what you want from me?” A cowards answer, but Yuuri tried to say it with commitment.
“Can I not even keep my pride?” Victor ran his hand through his hair, “I was hoping you might find me at least half as enticing as I found you.”
Yuuri’s breath suddenly felt short. If only Victor knew how dangerously enticed he was. “Victor I-”
“Please, don’t. I’m rather embarrassed already. I couldn’t take much more rejection in one night.”
“I don’t want to reject you, Victor!” Yuuri isn’t sure if he has a plan anymore. He just knows he wants Victor's face to stop looking so pained and start looking back at him. “You’ve misunderstood.”
“Yuuri, please, don’t feel as if you need to make me feel better.”
“I wouldn’t do that! I mean it, I’ve wanted you tonight more than I’ve wanted anyone in years.”
Victor stared at Yuuri slack jawed. Yuuri, for the first time, felt petrified. All the confidence he had earlier to make very public and rather indecent advances at Victor disappeared. Now he felt exposed, finally he was just Yuuri laid bare and waiting for a response.
Victor eased his hand onto the side of Yuuri’s waist. He looked to Yuuri, searching for some sort of sign to stop that never came. So he went further, Victor stepped into Yuuri’s space, pinning Yuuri legs to the rail of the deck. Yuuri wrapped his arms onto Victor’s shoulders for balance. He could feel Victor's nose brush against his ear, he held back the small noise of surprise that wanted to leak out.
“Victor?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“. . No.”
Victor kissed the crook of Yuuri’s neck, chaste at first but then with licks and nips. Yuuri felt more and more excited by each kiss but desperately wanted to see Victor's face. Victor moved his attention to the corner of Yuuri's jaw, as he snuck his hand into the back of Yuuri's hair. Yuuri’s mind ran away with thoughts that simple small kisses shouldn’t have the power to give you. The sound of the ocean’s waves helped cover up Yuuri’s growing groans as he grew more impatient.
“Victor,” Yuuri begged. Victor looked up. Yuuri grew more excited by the wildness in his eyes. “Kiss me for real.”
Victor wasted no time. Pressing himself into a kiss that Yuuri felt overcome him. Hands ran through hair, clothes pulled, the rail of the deck creaked with every frantic movement.
Soon the sound of the ocean was the only thing that grounded Yuuri to reality. The crashing waves rolling off the wood of the ship synced in rhythm to the waves of excitement Yuuri felt as his body was pressed against the rail. Like sinking down below the ocean depths Yuuri felt a firm hand sinking below to rub him.
Yuuri’s head leaned back as he let out a groan, “Victor!”
Victor’s sharp blue eyes peered back into Yuuri’s. Yuuri’s previous control over his own demeanor completely vanished, lost to this man who seemingly had no shame. Yet Yuuri’s eyes didn’t dare break away from Victor’s, perhaps if he looked away for a single moment Victor would disappear. Like a trick of the moonlight on his eyes, or a siren coming to claim it’s dinner. Yuuri couldn’t believe this vision was real, but it felt delightfully real.
Yuuri grabbed Victor's face, pulling him closer. He needed to kiss him at this moment more than he needed air in his lungs. Victor gladly obliged but never stopped toying with Yuuri, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine.
Yuuri pulled away, just enough to fumble a few words out, “Victor, let me please you.”
“Wow,” Victor’s eyes widened as he slid his gaze from Yuuri’s eyes to his lips. Cupping the side of Yuuri’s face, his thumb brushed gently over Yuuri’s cheek, “Yuuri, you have to understand. I may seem like a gentleman tonight, but I am not. I’m a pirate-“
“I know, I don’t care-”
Victor moved his thumb over Yuuri’s lips, hushing him. “Yuuri, I mean it. I take, and I steal, and if you choose to go any further with me I might not be willing to give you back.”
Yuuri, overwhelmed with curiosity and lust, could only nod a yes.
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“Where the hell is my brother?!” Mari paced back and forth through the empty tavern.
All the customers had long past went home or went to a private room with one of Phicit’s ladies. The only private room that stayed unused all night was the very one Mari had waited in for her brother.
Phichit counted the drawer, no idea of where their bait had run off, but still trying to avoid idle hands anyway. “I’m not sure.”
“You aren’t sure or you don’t want to tell me?” Mari accurately yet still rudely accused.
“Well, I don’t know where he went but certainly it’s safe to assume with who.”
“Oh God, I got my baby brother kidnapped.” Mari planted her forehead onto the bar. “I’m a terrible sister.”
“Maybe so, but a fantastic matchmaker. Those two were really hitting it off.”
“Will you stop joking, this is serious!”
“Oh come on, either your brother will turn up tomorrow with a smile on his face and a cigarette in his hand or he will make quite a successful career for himself in the whoring business. Either option, anyone should be happy to have.”
“Oh yeah?” Mari sat up and grabbed one of the bottles behind the counter. “And what happens when Nikovfrov mentions his new boytoy he picked up at your establishment to Chris?”
Phicit straightens his posture, the cash in the drawer losing it’s interest.
“You don’t really think he would mention that to him, do you?”
“Why not? I’m sure Chris would be very interested in the details of you breaking your truce.”
“But Yuuri doesn’t actually work for me, so I didn’t break the truce.”
“Good Luck explaining that loophole,” Mari took a swig from the bottle, “‘Don’t worry I only broke our truce so I could help get your friend arrested!’ He’ll love that.”
“Fuck.” Phichit slammed the drawer closed, locking it “Fine. let's go get your Brother.”
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Yuuri felt hazy, running his hands over Victor's top sheet. Sitting on the side of the bed waiting for him to return. What in the world was he thinking? Wasn’t he supposed to be the one seducing Victor and taking him to a secondary location. How did Yuuri get this caught up at the moment? An amazing moment, yes, but still so reckless. What was Mari even thinking right now? She must be pissed.
Yet, Yuuri did not attempt to leave his spot as he waited. Instead he just kept rubbing his hand against the mattress.
The door opened, Victor came in with two glasses of wine but without his coat. Without it, Yuuri could see just how open his poet’s shirt neckline was. Victor must know that too as he certainly looked comfortable with his shirt revealing so much of his muscular chest.
“For you,” Victor handed Yuuri a glass, which Yuuri had to reach up to take. Victor towered over him when he sat. Yuuri wondered if he should get up, or if there was something appealing about having to stare up at Victor. “So, you were saying earlier something about- what was it- ‘wanting me more than anyone ever’-”
“I did not say ever!” Yuuri took a sip of the wine.
“Did you mean ever?” Yuuri let out some exasperated type of noise, maybe it was a laugh, maybe it was a scoff. Whatever it was, it was certainly telling.
“That’s quite bold, Nikovfrov” Yuuri could no longer hold that gaze he had enjoyed just moments ago. There was too much heat running to his face that he instinctively wanted to hide.
“You’re more shy all of a sudden,” Yuuri tensed as Victor said it, he supposed he had stopped acting at some point on this ship. He had got so swept up in Victor that he was just being himself. “I like it, it’s cute.”
“Cute? I was supposed to be sexy.”
“Supposed? Why Yuuri, you weren’t trying to seduce me tonight were you?” Victor had become so teasing out of nowhere. Yuuri was surprised at how charming he found it, but it also bubbled up the need to tease him right back.
Yuuri leaned into Victor's frame, his cheek pressing right above Victor's hips. He mustered up the courage to look back at Victor from this angle, knowing full well what it suggested. “Are you saying it isn’t working?”
Yuuri knew he was onto something, as he felt Victor's breath hitch under him. He slid his hands onto both sides of his torso, letting himself feel the details of Victor's form as he pushed up his shirt just enough to give a small soft kiss on his skin.
“Meelyi, you are-” Victor couldn't finish before Yuuri gave a sharp tug on his waistband. “Oh, God.”
Yuuri couldn’t help but feel the same smug satisfaction he had as he did at the bar. Having such a renowned and dangerous man like Victor react like that to Yuuri’s touch was heaven. Yuuri wanted him to see everything he could do, wanted him to watch him do it.
Yuuri glides his hand into Victor’s boxers, pulling out Victor’s cock and pressing the tip in between his lips. Looking up to Victor, inviting him to push it forward.
First Yuuri feels a shiver on Victor's skin, then he feels how deep chest his is rising and falling, but he doesn’t expect to feel Victor's hands on his shoulders gently pushing him away.
“What's wrong?” Yuuri’s mind is racing, he must have made a mistake. Did he misinterpret this all? Surely not since Victor was the one stroking him moments ago.
“You are nothing that I could have ever imagined, truly Yuuri. And it is not easy to resist doing everything I’m thinking of doing to you right now.” Victor stepped back, catching a breath. He sat further away, on his desk that was already covered in maps and papers. “But, I can’t forget about it. I just don’t understand.”
“I don’t either, Victor, what are you talking about?”
“What you said earlier, ‘If you knew what I was like earlier you never would have come here with me’. Yet, you also say you don’t care I’m a pirate. I’m so confused, Yuuri.”
Yuuri’s act had caught up to him. Earlier tonight, he had completely different aims for this evening but now all he wanted was to make it right with Victor. “I was mistaken when I said that.”
“Mistaken how? You found me attractive enough to kiss but couldn’t stand my personality once we arrived here? If that is the truth Yuuri, you can just tell me.”
“No, no.” Yuuri got up, hoping finding closeness again would find him some perfect excuse. “I wouldn’t have kissed you, or anything else, if I had hated speaking to you.”
Victor massaged his furrowed eyebrow, “So why did you say that?”
“I-” Yuuri had no lie he wanted to tell, he was tired of lies frankly.
“While I admired you before, and of course found you beautiful. Tonight, I thought there was something there. I am really taken by you. And as much as I desperately want to touch you, I can't, my heart won’t allow it because my mind is still reeling wondering what you think of me. I suppose that’s a bit pathetic, isn't it?”
“No,” Yuuri felt shame and anger all at once. Shame that he had made Victor feel this way and anger that Victor thought it was pathetic to feel it. “No, you're not pathetic. I feel the same, taken by you.”
“Then why-”
“Because I was trying to trick you. I was supposed to pretend to be a sex worker and seduce you so that a private detective could arrest you in one of the backrooms, but I just found myself wanting to enjoy more time with you. . .”
Victor sat up, a new seriousness to his expression that scared Yuuri just a little bit. “How did this private detective know to get you? No one outside of my inner circle knew I had an infatuation with you.”
As flattering as the idea of Victor telling others about him was, that was hard to feel over the anxiety that came with the sudden reminder that Victor is a dangerous man. And that they are on a boat far from the coastline. And Yuuri had just admitted something that would upset any normal person, let alone a famous pirate captain.
“She had no idea, I swear, it was a coincidence.”
“A coincidence they chose the one person in this town that I had interest in? That’s a hard sell, Yuuri.”
“The detective, she’s my sister. She just needed someone and I was the only one who was willing to do that big of a favor.”
Victor ran his hand through his hair, “So no one in my inner circle fed her that information?”
“No! She was just hired by some old lady that you robbed the cargo ship of, and she really didn’t have any other ways of finding you.”
Yuuri couldn’t read what was going through Victor's head. He didn’t look angry but he wasn’t saying anything either. What was he thinking over, deciding whether to throw him overboard?
Victor pushed himself off the desk and met Yuuri where he was standing in the middle of the room. Yuuri wasn’t sure if he should consider running but there didn’t seem any point on a boat. Before he could decide, Victor brush his hand against Yuuri's check.
“I can work with that.” Victor now seemed in greater spirits than he had all night.
“You aren’t mad I lied to you?”
“Mad? Oh Yuuri, I have done so much worse then that. Besides, this creates the perfect opportunity for us to make a deal.”
“A deal?”
“I’ll return the cargo your sister was hired for and in exchange you come with me to Sydney.”
“Sydney, Australia?”
“So you’re familiar? I’ll be there for the next three months, you could come with me and I promise to bring you right back after” Victor winked, which should have worried Yuuri, but only excited him. “Yuuri, they have the most amazing ballet there and if we leave tomorow you would still have time to audition for their spring production”
“I have heard amazing things about the ballet studios there.” Could Yuuri just up and leave with this man he has spent one night with? He wanted to, and he did have the excuse of getting his sister's client’s cargo back. If he thought of it that way, how could he turn down the chance to help this poor woman reconnect with her things?
“It would be wonderful, Meelyi. I’ll do my work, you can try a ballet studio that will give you the roles you deserve, and in between we can spend more time . . . getting to know each other.”
Yuuri was crazy. He was, and Mari would tell him that too. But Mari does owe him a favor, a big one, after all he had to seduce a pirate for her. They could go to shore, give her the old ladies stuff and then sail off into the sunset. And all Yuuri would ask is that Mari does him the favor of trusting his judgment. As bad of a judgment as it might be.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around Victor's neck, unable to hold in his excitement.
“Deal!”