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“LAND HO!”
Captain Katsuki Bakugou’s attention shot to the crow’s nest from his place at the helm as a collective cheer rang from the rest of the crew. His heart thundered in his chest, excited by the mere mention of what he’d been waiting for since they left a certain port almost a year prior. A grin sliced his face.
“‘Zuku!” Katsuki hollered, and his quartermaster strode across the top deck to him. The man took the wheel with a nod, and Katsuki grunted in acknowledgement. “G’na go wash the boat’s stink off. Keep our course steady.” He growled and Izuku chuckled, amusement lighting clear green eyes.
“I s’pose I’ll be the one t’ organise trade when we dock?” he teased lightly, and Katsuki bared his teeth.
“You’ll do yer fuckin’ job, is what you’ll do,” he retorted, tone low and gravelled in a way most would take for threat.
Not his quartermaster though. The man knew damn well the second they spied land this time, Katsuki would be too focused on getting there to do much in the way of threatening. Unless something or someone got in his way, of course, then all bets were off.
Katsuki strode purposefully below deck and straight into his quarters. He stripped the dirty, sweat-stinking clothes from his body, kicking them into a corner to be forgotten about for the time being. A large bucket of rain water collected a few days ago sat in a far corner, still waiting for the rag and sliver of soap beside it. It received them, and Katsuki a much needed cleaning. He didn’t bother with his hair, simply tossing over his shoulder the plaited braid he kept the length tidy in. He scrubbed at his nails with a worn brush, but he knew they’d never be the kind of clean they used to be before he dove headfirst and gladly into piracy.
Katsuki snorted to himself, turning both hands over to admire them. Nine and a half digits that had saved his life countless times. Good hands. Strong hands. Hands he intended to wrap around the thing he wanted most in this world and never let go again.
The sounds of his crew thundering around above rang down through creaking but sturdy wood as Katsuki scrubbed at his skin and shaved the scruff from his face. He re-applied thick kohl around his eyes, the warm salty air a light caress against his skin before he donned fresh clothes. Well, as fresh as three months on a boat without making port could be, but the black of his tunic and trousers hid whatever dirt was on them. Thick gold hoops kissed his shaven jaw as he stuck his still-intact pinky in an ear and wiggled it around. Eh, clean enough.
Katsuki took to the deck once again, glaring at the faint line of land on the horizon through a telescope, grinding his teeth at the fact it would take hours yet to reach it. He grunted and growled his displeasure, snapping orders and instructions for when they docked. They needed a new sailing master too, having lost theirs a few months back in a decidedly grizzly plundering.
He heard one of the newer crew members ask Ochaco ‘what the cap’n’s problem was today’, and she barked a laugh and cast Katsuki a knowing glance around the man’s shoulder.
“Got business with that scurvy dog Red Beard,” Katsuki informed loudly, and the man jolted in surprise, clearly not expecting his captain to be near. The guilt on his face morphed swiftly into fear at the mention of the name, and Katsuki felt himself grin, wide and feral.
“R-Red Beard? I thought he disappeared years ago?”
Katuski knew the rumours, and he snorted. “Nay, I know right where he be. G’na fuck him up real good,” he said darkly, and Ochaco chuckled with the other crewmen nearby.
The newbie looked both a little concerned, and a lot impressed that Katsuki wanted to tangle with the notorious Red Beard.
And aye, tangle with him he would.
The hours until shore ate at Katsuki like a rat ate at precious rations until he practically twitched with coiled tension at every lap of the sea at the hull. He’d donned an eyepatch to adjust an eye to the darkness of the indoors later so as not to lose a second.
The Unbreakable was finally manoeuvred to the long dock at the far side of the bay, and Katsuki couldn’t take it any longer. He snatched up a length of rope and looped it around his waist, securing the other end to the bowline before hopping straight up on the side of the ship.
“Take care of these bilge rats, ‘Zuku,” he growled, and several of his crew barked a collective laugh, some even rolling their eyes when he grinned. Most knew exactly where he was going.
Katsuki jumped over the side, rough hands sliding in bursts down the rope as several people on the dock stared at The Unbreakable wearily.
Katsuki’s reputation as the captain of the ship was known even in the farthest corners of the world. His reputation for violence and brutality had been established solidly in just a few short months after becoming the captain, years ago. He’d been crazed with anger and grief, uncaring of who they attacked, flying the red until even the most reviled pirates called him a monster.
None of that mattered now, though.
Katsuki’s boots hit solid wood and he unwound the rope from himself, securing it to the dock, before taking off smartly. He swaggered on his sea legs, but didn’t slow his pace until he reached the big whore house near the centre of the town. He shouldered the door open, already yanking the patch from his eye as bright sunlight shone in around his back.
“RED BEARD! Where are ye, ye son of a whore?” Katsuki shouted, teeth bared and unadjusted eye squinted as he glared around the suddenly quiet room.
No one squeaked a word as they took in the imposing black-clad figure in the doorway. They might have been holding their collective breath too; it was hard to tell.
There was a thunk, heavy and wooden, and then another, the clear stomp of a boot. Thunk. Step. Thunk. Step.
“What’d I tell youse about callin’ me ma a whore, Cap’n Dynamite?” came a rough and clearly amused voice, right before a veritable giant of a man rounded the corner from a back room.
He had a long shaggy mane of auburn hair, eyes as red as stolen rubies, and when he grinned his teeth resembled that of a shark. The legend of Red Beard said he was part merfolk, and the man had always wholeheartedly encouraged the stories. Katsuki hadn’t exactly discouraged them either, honestly.
“Yer bin’ takin’ care of me ship, Katsuki?” The redhead asked as that sharp grin grew, and Katsuki felt the air punch from his lungs in a breathless huff of amusement.
A second later he was swaggering across the room to grab the man’s white blouse and yank him forward. “You bet, Eijirou,” he growled, slamming their lips together. A few cheers rang out, along with some clearly confused noises and murmurs, but Katsuki didn’t give a single shit as Eijirou grunted into his mouth with surprise of his own before kneading their lips.
Katsuki moved his foot automatically to avoid being stamped by the other’s peg leg, grinning into the kiss as he buried four and a half digits in wild auburn and tugged insistently. A thick arm snaked around his waist and a moment later he was off his feet. He broke the kiss with a scowl.
“Oi, ye oaf, I’m the one who—”
“Shhh, Mate. We’ll talk in private.” Eijirou chuckled before unceremoniously tossing Katsuki over his shoulder.
“Avast! Don’t put more weight on ye leg, simpleton!” he admonished, but huffed when a broad shoulder gutted the air from him, and the thunk and step of his giant mate’s walk started up.
Eijirou Kirishima, better known to the world as ‘Red Beard’ for the thick facial hair he used to sport before giving up piracy in favour of whore-management, had always had an inordinate amount of gall. He was clearly picking Katsuki up so rumours would spread of how he plucked the now most feared pirate on the seas up from the ground like a delicate flower.
An ass!
Katsuki thumped a hand down on the man’s back when whispers began to grow into murmurs, then grabbed a door frame as they passed by one. He fought his way out of a firm grip and used the wooden frame to swing off, landing with a heavy thud on booted feet.
“Yer gonna regret that,” he warned, but both of them were smiling wickedly as the room fell silent once again. Katsuki shot a hand up and grabbed a fistful of red hair and an ear, pulling his mate down as the man grumbled his disapproval loudly before marching them through to the nearest back room.
The wenches rooms were upstairs, so the first one he came across happened to only sport a large wooden desk and several bookshelves.
“Did ye move things around?” he asked, shaking the unnecessary thought from his head. He pushed Eijirou right into the desk, but held back any real force to avoid tripping the man.
“Oh, Captain Dynamite, whatever will ye do with me? Such a fearsome pirate!” Eijirou feigned like a captured damsel and Katsuki snorted, but bared his teeth all the same a moment later.
“Not much else to do with a beauty like ye than have me evil way.” He stepped forward and legs parted eagerly as Eijirou’s breath hitched.
“Not gentle, I want to feel ye. It’s been too long,” the redhead instructed quietly, and a moment later they were kissing desperately, hands all over, searching, feeling.
“‘S the worst kinda torture, being away from ye.” Katsuki gasped into his mate’s eager mouth, and Eijirou groaned, a hand already between them, yanking at both of their trouser laces.
“I couldn’t walk on the god-be-damned deck, I was useless,” Eijirou countered, and Katsuki whined when rough fingers wrapped right around his aching cock, rubbing.
“Oh, sink me.” He choked on his own need, head thudding forward to hit against ample chest. Red Beard had gotten even stronger it seemed. “Ye were finding yer sea legs again.” He argued right back, scrambling to shuck off multiple belts. Unloaded pistols thudded loudly to worn wood and Eijirou cracked that mischievous smile Katsuki had so missed.
“Sea leg, singular,” he joked and Katsuki grunted his amusement, but a faint stab of pain twinged in his heart that he wasn’t sure he’d ever shake. It was lessened by the lips that pressed against his a second later and the hand once again palming at his length.
That fateful day long ago, another pirate crew had attacked them, and Eijirou had shoved him aside just in time to save his life as a cannonball ripped through the side of The Unbreakable. He had been second-in-command at the time, but it was Midoriya who took over for that battle, because Katsuki had been losing his mind while trying to save his lover’s life in return.
“Get that look of yer face and fuck me, mate.” Eijirou’s tone was a little softer, lips still against his, and Katsuki grumbled noncommittally even as he leaned back in for yet another kiss.
And then they were rough again, the brief moment of soft sadness forgotten as clothes were half-shed hastily and Katsuki spat messily into his hand. He slicked his length and spat again, rubbing it between Eijirou’s cheeks, barely playing there with a finger for a moment before greedily pressing forward.
Eijirou’s head dropped back and a loud moan ripped from him. “Keep going, all of it,” he demanded gruffly, and Katsuki’s jaw hung as he gladly obliged. He leaned down to lick the sweat from the valley of hairy pecs before tugging at fire-red curls with his teeth.
Now wasn’t the time for gentle caresses and heart renting emotions; now was the time for the urgent relief they both needed keenly. He barely waited long enough for the redhead to adjust before he humped into him greedily, jaw falling slack as Eijirou’s back thudded against the desk, one big hand at his hip to yank him in faster, and the other gripping the edge of worn wood for stability.
“Oh, ohh I’ve missed ye.” Eijirou moaned breathlessly as Katsuki fucked into him harder; he wouldn’t plant his seed yet though, not until he’d pleasured his mate. The rock of his hips was like the rock of The Unbreakable in a storm, and he’d weather out his own pleasure just to watch Eijirou come undone.
“You’ve had no other?” Katsuki gasped for reassurance, and the redhead met his gaze purposefully, lifting the hand at his hip to touch against the thump of his heart.
“Nay, no other could fill me where I need,” he promised with smoky sincerity. Katsuki choked on a surprised groan, emptying far too early inside his mate at the punch of emotion to his gut.
He shook, hands gripping meaty thighs as he spilled, before dropping forward heavily to smash his face between furred pecs, panting raggedly. A chuckle sounded and he growled warningly, digging his fingers into flesh for emphasis.
“Ye always were weak to my love,” Eijirou teased. Katsuki felt a hand stroke the back of his hair, smoothing down the long braid at his neck.
“Close ye mouth, ye scurvy dog,” he threatened without heat. The redhead barked a loud laugh, so Katsuki thrust his softening cock in as deep as it would go just to punch a gasp from the man. His cock flopped from the stretched hole not long after, and Eijirou took it as the signal to move. He found himself manhandled a moment later and put up the faintest fight just for show, before his back hit the desk and the great Red Beard loomed over him, shark-filed teeth almost threatening as a wicked grin spread.
“We’ve somethin’ jus’ as good as oil now though,” he purred, and Katsuki moaned his anticipation when his mate’s peg leg thunked against wood as he stripped the trousers from his legs and the sound of his boots being tossed aside reverberated.
Warm wetness spread between Katsuki’s cheeks and Eijirou stared at him intently, watching for every reaction in his over sensitive body as he clearly sought to make him squirm. He was using Katsuki’s seed to slick his way, and they both moaned when three thick fingers bullied home mayhaps a smidge too quickly. The stretch burned, but the giant of a man was too well endowed to fuck him without at least a little preparation.
Katsuki threw his head back until it hung over the edge of the desk as his mate used spit and spill to slick them both more and push his way inside. The head of his rod rammed home and Katsuki’s mouth fell open as a helpless moan punched from his chest. He cursed vehemently, but didn’t stop his mate as he sank in until their hips kissed again.
And then he was being fucked. It had been almost a year but Eijirou knew his body so well, and he was clearly determined to ruin him for the rest of the day and night. He hadn’t found his land legs yet, his world was still rocking to the sway of a ship he was no longer on, he would barely be able to walk after this.
“Harder!” he demanded, uncaring of his later fate or the teasing he’d earn from their crew. Eijirou growled his approval, and Katsuki’s head was lifted from its hanging position into a possessive kiss. The desk shook, it felt like the walls shook, and neither of them tried to keep their voices down as wood scraped against wood in a din.
Eijirou broke the kiss, fumbling one handedly at the straps of his peg leg before it dropped heavily to the floor, and he slammed his stubbed knee to the desk for better traction. Katsuki could feel his mate in his guts, and he hadn’t expected to be anything but a hole after spilling too soon, but somehow he was hard and close once again.
He spilled the moment Eijirou’s hips stuttered and a huge hand buried in his hair to yank him in for another kiss, revelling in the pulse and throb of the cock sheathed in his ass as warm desire spread deep.
They stayed there a while, panting and catching their bearings before Eijirou pushed himself up on a shaky arm and grinned down, red eyes shimmering with love and awe. “Ye never stop amazing me, Katsuki,” he admitted softly, and it was Katsuki’s turn to laugh at his mate for being a sap.
“If that’s so, come back to The Unbreakable. She misses ye as much as I do. The crew too,” he added, shifting quickly to the side when the redhead stood and hopped once, grabbing the desk for support before leaning his ass against it to right his clothing. He stood himself and snatched up his mate’s leg, dropping to his knees to attach it for him. “The seas aren’t nearly fearful enough, they need Red Beard to wreak true havoc,” he insisted. Eijirou huffed in faux defeat, but he was clearly fighting a smile as he dragged a hand through auburn locks.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to grow the beard back, eh?” he chuckled, reaching to snatch Katsuki against himself right after watching him don his trousers and boots. “You’ll have t’ help me find me sea leg again,” he teased and Katsuki snorted, nodding as he leaned up for a quick peck.
“Aye, if ye help me w’ me land legs right now. I can still feel ye inside, and me pegs are shakin’.”
Eijirou’s laugh boomed out and he snatched Katsuki up and over his shoulder like a sack of grain. “Aye Aye, Cap’n!” he teased cheekily, already stepping forward to yank the door open, the thunk-step of his sure gait echoing.
“I didn’t mean pick me up!” Katsuki yelled, thumping a hand down on his mate’s back as they stepped into the main bar and raucous shouting from their crew burst forth. The rabble had arrived. Katsuki found himself smiling despite himself as he was carried to a table and set in the great Red Beard’s lap to save him the indignity of wobbling around.
The seas weren’t ready for their combined return.