Hello and Welcome to a new fic! This was Written by myself and my new partner Mizuni_no_neko . This is a Steampunk AU, So the time period is round the late 19th century early 20th.

The main pairings in this are UKUS, and later on Franada (francexCanada) with a small amount of FrUK (it's suggested through the whole thing.) and FrancexUS(this only happens once briefly, we'll state at the beginning on that chapter. ).

This is a mature fic, don't like, don't read. No flames please. Most of the story has been pre-written so there's really no going back and changing things, however if you see a grammar mistake, please point it out.

-UKUS-

The dark room was silent, save for the occasional droplett of water making a small splashing sound as it hit the small puddle forming on the floor on the room. Arthur Kirkland stood to one side of the large room, leaning on a wall and counting the gold coins in his hand. Next to him were two men from his crew and across from the three was a short, and rather fat salesman and the boy Arthur was planning to buy.

Arthur could hardly make out the details in the dim light but he could tell this was who he wanted. The teen had a strong build, white, slightly tanned body, golden blonde hair and the blue eyes that were currently blindfolded. He had his arms chained behind his back and was wearing nothing but a metal collar and some old ripped pants. Arthur sighed and laid the coins down onto the small desk in the middle of the room. "500." he said and the salesman nodded, pushing the boy next to him towards the pirate and his men. The Brit smirked and ordered his men to bring the boy onto the airship. He walked outside of the old warehouse and smirked when he saw his ship was ready for takeoff upon his return, just as ordered. The back hatch was opened and the four of them made their way onto the ship. "Prepare for take off! I don't want to have to be on this godforsaken island longer than I have to!" Arthur yelled to his crew he then turned and took the blind fold off of the teens face.

Alfred wasn't quite sure where he was or what was happening. All he knew was that he'd woken up not too long before with a headache and his eyes covered by a blindfold. He was led through the darkness to a place that smelled of damp wood, his heart beating like it was going to burst out of his ribcage. Before he could figure out what was going on he heard someone say something and he was pushed and pulled onto what seemed to be a ship if the words the man was shouting were any indication.

Just as he was expecting to be ignored and left alone, a flash of light blinded him as the blindfold was ripped off of his face. Blue eyes blinked away the spots, squinting against the light. Shielding his face, he looked up to who had brought him aboard and gasped a bit as he met the most startling green eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

Arthur scoffed and the boys bluntness and sat down on top of a crate dangling what seemed to be a pair of glasses between his fingers, Alfred's glasses to be exact. "You should really watch the way you speak to me boy." The captain looked up; the look in his emerald eyes was dangerous and daring "After all." He stood up walking over to the teen "I own you now." he smirked and ran his finger gently down the boy's spine. "Does the name Arthur Kirkland mean anything to you boy?" he asked with a dark smirk "ring any bells?"

Alfred's eyes zeroed in on the glasses as best he was able to without the very item the man had now. If he could only get his glasses he could do something. Maybe punch the guy in the face and make a jump for it. If he was lucky, he would make it. If he wasn't...well at least he wouldn't be a pirate slave, since apparently the man had purchased him. No wonder his head fucking hurt, he must have been taken on his way back home last night.

When asked about the name he tried to concentrate, attempting to remember where he'd heard that name before. Then it came to him like a flash that was the name of a feared pirate around these parts. Well, Alfred would show him what he thought of feared pirates.

"Yeah, he's that dickhead pirate no one likes. Why, you work for him?" He asked with a self satisfied

smirk, eyes dancing with malice. No one ever said he made a good slave.

With one quick move Arthur drew a knife from his pocket and held it up against Alfred's exposed neck. "Your mistaken boy." He growled and shoved Alfred onto the ground, pressing a boot clad foot down on his bare chest. "I am him." The green eyed man smirked and kicked the boy under him right in the ribs. "And if you have any brains in that thick skull of yours you'll beg for my mercy here and now." he said bending down and giving the boys cheek a shallow cut.

"Now are you going to settle down?" Captain Kirkland asked, he knew this boy wasn't going to give into him right away but that didn't mean he was just going to let the teen have his way. "if you do i might give you your glasses back. I hear they're expensive and hard to come by these days, it'd be a shame if they were crushed under my boot" he tsked "it doesn't seem you can see very well does it?"

Alfred groaned as he was kicked in the ribs, coughing a bit and curling up around the wound. But he refused to give any more of a reaction than that to that bastard. He'd probably like that, anyway. He glared up at him, eyes hard and full of wrathful pride. There was no way in hell he was going to give up.

But the man had his glasses. And without them he could barely see two feet in front of his face. He stared hard at him, teeth bared in a snarl as he waged a war in his head. Give up his dignity and back off, or let him crush the glasses and keep fighting?

With one last snarl he tore his eyes away from the pirate, casting them down in a show of submission. "You gonna give me back my glasses if I do?" He muttered.

Nodding Arthur placed the glasses on the teens face. "There's a good lad" he said in a sweet mocking voice. The Brit pulled Alfred up into a sitting position and took his seat back onto the crate. He folded his hands together in front of him and rested his head on them. Arthur watched Alfred closely for some time, amusing that his stare seemed to make the boy very uncomfortable.

"So, tell me your name boy." Arthur said calmly deciding to break the silence. He leaned back and frowned when he wasn't answered. "I said tell me your name boy." he sighed and took out his knife again, twirling the sharp object in his fingers, admiring the carefully crafted design on the hilt. "I can take those glasses off your face anytime I like."

Alfred tried not to squirm under that gaze, not liking the way those green eye bored into him. He wanted to tell the man to fuck off and quit staring, but he wasn't that much of an idiot. He knew how dangerous the man was. And there was always the threat of having his glasses taken away.

Exactly how much trouble he could get in for disobeying his new "owner" was immediately demonstrated when, instead of stating his name for the pirate, he simply threw a poisonous glare at him. Holding firm through the urge to wince away, he merely kept his glare leveled on the knife and answered the man grudgingly.

"Alfred Jones." He growled out, jaw clenched like this was painful for him to say.

"See? its not so hard to obey me now is it?" he smirked and walked over to Alfred again. Arthur ran the blade of the knife slowly down the teen's torso, not hard enough to cut him but just enough to make the skin red and inflamed. "I'd like you to take a moment and think of the position your in." The green eyed Captain flashed him a toothy grin "the fact that I could shove this knife right into your flesh and throw your lifeless body out the back hatch, and no one would know, or care."

Arthur stood up and let his words sink in for Alfred. He had his own things to think about for the moment, like how he would handle his new pet. The other would be hard to break, but that just made it all the more fun now didn't it?

"Well, do you have anything to say?"
"Then why not just do it? Be a hell of a lot better for me than being a slave." He snapped, immediately kicking himself for saying it. What was he thinking! He was going to get himself killed with his big, stupid mouth. Why couldn't he keep it shut?

But he stuck my his statement, realizing that what he'd said was probably true. He'd rather die than have his freedom taken away. So he held true with a hate-filled glare at the green-eyed man, steadfastly refusing to look at the knife.

"your an ungrateful little brat aren't you." Captain Kirkland growled and shoved the knife into the flesh between Alfred's shoulder and torso watching him squirm in pain. "You should be thankful I was the one to buy you." he growled out and left the knife in the boy's body as he stood up.

Arthur glared at the crew who was taking a break in the hatch and watching his interaction with his new slave. He knew they would all want a piece of him and while he could use that as a threat to Alfred he would never actually let another man touch what was his and his alone.

"you two over there!" he snapped and two members of the crew who were playing cards." I'm going to the flight deck, bring the boy but don't take the knife out of his shoulder if you do he'll bleed out to fast."

Alfred bit back a cry as the knife was shoved into his shoulder, screwing his eyes shut and letting a grunt slip past his lips. He was biting his lip so hard he could taste the coppery tang of blood, which was probably a bad thing, since he was already losing so much. His whole shoulder and the hand he was clutching it with stained red with his warm blood.

He tried to fight off the crewmembers who were hauling him to the flight deck, growling when they merely shoved him forward, the movement jarring the knife and sending a shock of agonizing pain through him. "Bastards, the lot of them." He muttered to himself breathlessly.

He found himself, panting and light-headed, on the flight deck. He tried to focus on the pirate captain, shooting him the best glare he had. But he was becoming disoriented from the pain and blood loss.

"if you cooperate I'll call up my medic to save your life." Arthur said and he took the captain seat in the front of the room, looking out the large windows of the airship at the passing sky. He turned back to the boy "if not i'll pull the knife out and you'll slowly die of blood loss, its not the best way to die" he smirked "I hear its extremly painful."

Arthur laughed and turned his attention back to the skies in front of him. He enjoyed flying, watching the clouds was somehow very calming, even when he had his idiot crewmembers screaming in his ears. The captain turned back to make sure Alfred was still awake and able to answer his question. "well, are you still able to speak?" He sighed and leaned back in his chair "I'll make it easier for you by making it a yes or no question." The Brit turned his chair around so he was facing the teen "Do you want to live?"

Alfred continued to glare, eyes going hazy and crossed. He was able to talk, alright. Not that he was going to. Getting two words out of him was going to be like pulling teeth, he decided. And there was still the choice between liberty and death to make.

He didn't want to die, no, far from it. He wanted to live more than he could ever say, especially now with the beautiful open sky before his eyes. He wanted to live. But he wanted to be free, too.

In the end it came down to a split second and the realization that he could be free if he lived, but would always be dead if he died now.

He looked up into Kirkland's eyes, making sure they were as full of malice and hate as he could muster, filling that look with all the fight that he couldn't show any other way. "Yes...Yes."

Turning to a crewmember standing by the navigator Arthur barked out the order "Bring the boy the medic now! If he looses anymore blood we'll have to stop on land for a hospital!" The man jumped and ran over to Alfred carefully picking him and rushing him to the small room where their medic was.

-UKUSK-

Yao looked up from his work as the door to his office was practically broken down by a large man carrying a bleeding boy in his arms. The teen was discarded on the medical table "Fix him up quick, Capn's orders." was all the man said before he left the two alone. The Chinese man looked at the bleeding man on his table and sighed grabbing on the equipment he would need and quickly heading over to the table.

"hold still, this is going to hurt." Yao said and pulled out the knife before grabbing a large towel and holding it to the wound with immense pressure. "I have to hold this for a few minutes before the bleeding stops enough for me to bandage you up, try your best not to move."
Alfred tensed his whole body as the knife was yanked out of his shoulder, a cry tearing itself out of his throat now that the bastard wasn't there to witness it. He could care less if anyone else heard him, as long as the Captain didn't have the pleasure.

He stared hazily at the other man, trying to hold still. He didn't want to loose any more blood than he needed to, and this guy seemed to know what he was doing.

-ukus-

Arthur leaned back in his plush chair as he looked around his office, smiling when he confirmed that everything was as it should be. Nothing out of its place, though, there was one new addition to his collection and that was the boy laying on his bed. The Captain had taken Alfred from Yao a few hours ago claiming that he wanted the boy to heal up in his room so that none of the crew members would bother him. That, in part, was true but the real reason was because Arthur wanted to watch him, observe him if you will.

"I know your awake boy, there's no need to hide it." he smirked as he saw the teen stiffen, apparently angry he had been found out so easily. "Your breath gives it away, it's hard to breath steady when one is in a lot of pain."
Alfred experienced a moment of confusion, trying to place that voice through the pain and the haze of sleep. He'd just woken up and now this bastard...ah, that was right, now he remembered who he was, was trying to talk to him.

His eyes snapped open and blue met green, piercing him with a glare. It probably wasn't anywhere near as effective as he wanted it to be, the pirate didn't seem to mind it at all. But it was all he had. It wasn't like he could take a swing at the man. On top of being injured, the other commanded an entire ship of pirates that were at his complete disposal and probably wouldn't mind kicking his ass.

"What the hell do you want?" He asked, trying to put as much annoyance and malice into it as possible. He'd told the man he'd settle down and follow orders, not that he'd be nice about it.
The British man sighed and rolled his eyes as he picked up the knife he had previously used to stab Alfred with. He mock aimed the blade at Alfred's head and proceeded to pretend to throw it "I never miss in a game of darts, don't think I'll miss the bulls eye now, boy." he chuckled when he saw the teen stiffen.

Arthur propped his legs up on his desk and reached into a small drawer, pulling out what seemed to be a strip of leather. "You know. . ." he started, feeling the leather in his hand and looking over to Alfred "You don't seem like someone who's been in slave trades long, what's your story?" it wasn't really a question, Alfred had no choice but to answer, Arthur would make sure of that.

Alfred stared at the strip of leather, breathing a bit ragged from pain and the shock of fear that had bolted through him when Kirkland had pretended to throw the knife. For a second there, he thought he was really going to do it.

"My story?" He asked, a bit confused. But then he realized what he meant and snarled. "I don't have a story. I woke up blindfolded, bound, and with a splitting headache and then some asshole sold me to another asshole who stabbed me. What more do you want to know?"

"You're really starting to get on my nerves." The Captain sighed and stood up, calming strolling over to Alfred's side. Arthur ran his fingers through the younger man's golden hair taking a fist of it and pulling up hard. "I suggest you show me some respect." Growling and took the strip of leather, fastening in to the teen's neck. He smirked as he read the small golden words that were sewn into the collar 'Property of Captain Arthur Kirkland'

Alfred tilted his head to the side a little, blue eyes showing his confusion at the hand in his hair, but then the hold turned violent. The stark contrast between the seemingly gentle motion of having his hair petted and then yanked tore a sharp cry of pain out of his throat as the collar was fastened around his neck. His hand came up, feeling at the collar. That bastard!

A growl rumbled through him as his look of hatred was renewed, the soft look of confusion replaced with cold, hard, disgust. "What the fuck is this!" He spat, trying to get it off.

Arthur calmly took his hand out of Alfred's hair and placed it softly on his chest. "Calm down or your wound will open up again." he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. He was angry with Alfred but in his current condition there wasn't much Arthur could do to him without making things worse, so for now words would have to do.

The Captain sat at the foot of his bed and looked back at the teen "it's a collar, marking you as mine, that way if you get lost or try and run away anyone who finds you will know to bring you back to me." there was no malice in his words, no hatred, he worded it just like a simple statement, a fact that was common sense.

"I know you hate me, so you don't have to bother saying it or glaring at me." Arthur smirked and carefully ran his hand up the boy's leg.

Alfred was highly confused by the pirate's newfound tenderness. No threats, no malice, just calm statement of fact. He didn't like the collar or the situation as a whole, but the words were amking it harder and harder to treat the pirate with the contempt he still felt like a hard ball in his chest. He wasn't an angry person by nature, and he was finding it all too easy to slip back into his normal out-going ways.

That is, until he felt the hand go up his leg. He squeaked and jumped away from the touch, eyes wide and incredulous as they stared at Kirkland. What they hell had he done that for!

Well, actually, he knew why the man had done that in all probability. He may never have done things like that, hell he'd never even been touched like the pirate had just touched him, even if it was fairly innocent. But he wasn't blind to the ways of the world. But until now he'd never let the thought cross his mind that he might have been bought as a sex slave of all things.

Arthur laughed when he heard the adorable sound Alfred made as he jumped up. It seems the other was finally beginning to realize what he was actually here for. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." he licked his lips and leaned over the teens muscular figure.

Soft finger tips lay on Alfred's tan chest, he waited and enjoyed the feeling of the boys steady breathing under him, the other was obviously trying to calm himself down. Arthur leaned his head down to kiss Alfred softly on the lips before nipping softly and his lower lip.

Alfred tried to calm the rapid cadence his heart was beating against his rib cage. He didn't want this! His first time was supposed to be with someone he loved and who loved him. Call him a sap, but it was supposed to be special. This was nothing short of legalized rape! But he vowed that no matter what happened, he'd take it like a man. Kirkland might own his body and have the freedom to do what he wanted with it, but his soul was still his own.

All thoughts were driven from his head as the man kissed him. Damn, he was a good kisser. He steadfastly refused to kiss back, swallowing both saliva and panic down thickly. He wanted to push him off, to tell him not to fucking touch him. But it was starting to feel kind of nice and it wasn't like he had much power to protest. Maybe if he just let him have what he wanted he would let him be for awhile.

That didn't help with the sick feeling he had for himself as he tentatively kissed back.

"See that wasn't so bad now was it?" Arthur teased and stayed hovered above Alfred, his own hair falling onto the boys face. The other might growl and glare but when it came down to it it seemed that Alfred's body liked this situation just as much as Arthur did.

The Captain climbed off the teen and went back over to his chair, he decided a kiss was enough for now. "Now, I want to establish a couple of key rules with you. Are you listening or do I need to punish you again?"

Alfred relaxed visibly when Kirkland decided to pull away. At least he knew he wasn't going to be raped just yet, even if his body had protested the "rape" label. The damn treacherous thing had been perfectly happy with the situation, even if he himself was not.

Alfred eyed the man suspiciously, but nodded. "I'm listening. Can't promise I'll follow them, but I'm listening." He told him point-blank. There was no use deceiving the man.

Arthur sighed but proceeded with his orders "Rule one, your will address me as Captain Kirkland, or Sir. Nothing else unless I give you permission otherwise." He narrowed his emerald eyes and looked at Alfred to make sure he was still listening

"Number two, You go nowhere without myself by your side." This rule was part of Arthur being a protective owner and another part making sure Alfred didn't get himself into any unnecessary trouble. He could tell the other was already extremely uncomfortable with the new rules that were stated but really Arthur could care less.

"and my Final rule is the most important." His tone dropped and became much more serious. "No one, I repeat, no one is allowed to touch you. If any of my men or anyone we met in our travels touches you in a sexual way or a way your not welcome to I will personally see that said person is beheaded."

Alfred wasn't sure if he should be flattered or offended at the new rules. Sure, the man was only claiming ownership over him but...at least he would protect him from the rest of the crew, right? He was really trying to find the silver lining in a cloud he knew was all thunder and lightning. But he would make the best of the situation.

He squirmed a bit on the bed, uncomfortable with addressing the man as anything other than bastard, asshole, or Kirkland. But he nodded anyway, eyes not meeting the pirate's. "Yes...sir." The last word was as begrudging as possible, but there was no way he was calling the man by his station.

Arthur smirked and went back to studying a map of the surrounding area. His airship was scheduled for check up at the next large city and they still had a bit of a way to go before then so he wanted to make sure there weren't any places he should steer away from.

The room continued to be silent for another ten minutes or so till the silence was finally broken with a question. "Are you hungry, boy?" Arthur didn't know if Alfred had noticed or not but he hadn't once addressed Alfred by his name.

Alfred had just gotten comfortable with the silence that had lapsed between them when Kirkland decided to break it. He wondered if the pirate knew that the last thing on earth he wanted to hear right now was his voice. But damn, he was feeling rather puckish. He clenched his jaw, wanting to hold out as long as he could before being forced to speak and answer the question.

"Yeah, a bit." He answered after a few tense moments. He looked up at the man, his normal mask of hate taking over his face again. Controlling his facial expressions was part of what little power over himself he still had left and even that was compromised by the blasted pirate in moments like they'd had just a few minutes before.

The Captain nodded pressing a small brass button on his desk "Bring up two plates to my cabin." was all he said before resuming his work. He would tell that the last thing Alfred wanted right now was to have a conversation with him and as long as the boy behaved Arthur was content was letting him have his way. Overall though The Brit was content with his purchase, Alfred was an interesting one, not to mention very easy on the eyes.

Alfred drew his knees up to his chest, linking his arms around them. He probably looked like a petulant child right now, but he could care less. He stared off into space, thinking over everything that had happened since yesterday. He really shouldn't have taken that shortcut home.

He wasn't roused from his thoughts until the food was brought in, head snapping up as the door opened. He eyed the crew member coming through suspiciously. Kirkland wouldn't poison him, right? He was valuable for some reason, or else he would never have bought him.

Kirkland nodded to the crewmember to place one plate of food by Alfred as he took his own. He let the room stay silent for a bit until he noticed that Alfred wasn't eating. He sighed a put down his fork getting up and walking over to the teen.

"Why haven't you touched your food?" he asked, his tone dangerous.

"I'm debating with myself if you find me valuable enough to you not to poison my food." He told him truthfully. "But I'm pretty sure you wouldn't waste your time or money on my just to poison me, though I wouldn't put it passed you if you had some sort of new poison to test out." He shot a glare at the pirate before picking at his food some more and taking a tentative bite.

It wasn't bad, but he felt awkward eating in front of his "owner". So he sent him another look, trying to get him to look away while he ate.

Arthur leaned against the bed post a sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No you idiot, I didn't poison your food. " he looked down at Alfred "it would just be a waste of poison anyway." he joked and sat down at the foot of the bed again. He knew Alfred felt awkward but Arthur found himself getting some kind of sadistic pleasure from watching the other squirm under his gaze.

"you really are an interesting one you know that." The Captain smiled and reached over to take a peice of food from Alfreds plate before eating it "see, not poisoned."

"You think I'm interesting now, you should see me juggle." He snorted sarcastically. And suddenly Kirkland's hand was reaching down towards his lap and oh God was he going to try and finish what he started earlier. He felt the panic start to rise. But no, he was just grabbing a bit of food off of the plate.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and fixed the pirate with a poisonous look. "Fine, it's not poisoned. Could you get out of my personal space?"

Arthur leaned against the wall and laughed "I'm afraid you have no personal space anymore, boy." he smiled but focused on something else while Alfred ate. The Captain enjoyed being close to the other, it had been a long time since Arthur had felt this way around anyone and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

The comment about his personal space struck Alfred to the core. It was true, he really didn't have anything to himself anymore. He was property, a possession, nothing more. He didn't even own his own body anymore. It was a depressing thought. But he would deal with that later, when he was alone. That was assuming he was allowed to be alone anymore. He wondered if he would even get his own bunk or if the pirate would make him sleep in the bed with him. Considering that he hadn't seen the outside of this room since he'd woken up spoke volumes about that.

He finished eating in silence, mulling over his predicament in his head. What was he going to do? He obviously couldn't stay in bondage, especially to this asshole. He would bide his time...and then what? Run away? But the collar would mark him as a slave and anyone who caught him would just bring him back to his new master.

A small beeping sound broke the silence of the cabin and Arthur looked up at the clock on his wall, 10:00 already? Time flew by fast. Yawning the Captain got up and took off his heavy embroidered coat, lying it on a chest near the bed, next thing off was his shirt and then his pants which were replaced by a softer cotton pair obviously made for sleepwear. He noticed Alfred watching him and smirked turning around so the other had a full view of his bare chest "like what you see, boy?" he teased.

Alfred, who had been staring with his mouth open like he was trying to catch flies, quickly snapped it shut with an audible click of teeth. A blush spread across his face and he shot another ineffectual glare at the half naked pirate. So what if he wasn't disgusted by his owner's physique, that didn't mean anything!

"And what if I do? What's it to you?" He asked, still keeping him centered in that hard stare that no longer had anything to do with his state of undress.

Arthur smirked and straddled the teen on the bed slowly lifting his chin up with two fingers "what's it to me?" he purred out the question and licked his lips "if the answer is yes" he ran a hand down the teens muscular chest and pinched one of his nipples "than maybe we can a bit farther than planned tonight"

The Pirate captain took it upon himself to take off the boys ripped pants and toss them on the floor. "mmm that's a much better."

The panic started to rise again and it was all Alfred could do to squash down the urge to throw the man off and bolt. But a spark of something other than panic shot through him as the pirate assaulted his nipple. He gasped, eyes going wide and the blush from earlier returning full force.

While he was trying to fight down the arousal he shouldn't be feeling in this situation, the pirate captain divested him of his pants faster than he could blink and left him naked and sprawled out on the bed under him.

He drew his legs together, trying to cover himself in a rare moment of shyness. He stared up at the man apprehensively, knowing he probably stood no chance protecting his virtue.

"Your beautiful you know that boy?" The Pirate purred and fingered the nipple he had just tweaked. He wanted nothing more than to just shove himself inside Alfred at full force and fuck the other till he couldn't move, but he knew now wasn't the time. "you seem to be having a bit of a problem there?" Arthur nodded down to Alfred's erection "why don't you let me take care of that for you hm?" he leaned over and whispered in Alfred's ear "it's your choice, I'll leave it you want me to."

Damn it, Kirkland wasn't making anything any better! Now he was calling him beautiful and a smattering of embarrassment was augmenting the pink blush gracing his cheeks. But the assault on his body was tearing through his defenses and dammit if it didn't feel good.

But he was giving him a choice. Stop or keep going? His body was screaming at him to let him go on, wanting so badly to be touched. But his mind was conflicted. Should he give in, or hold out for a little while longer? He knew the pirate wouldn't wait forever to take what he'd paid for, but what about what Alfred wanted?

He bit his lip, thoughts racing and blood pumping through his body at a mile a minute, all rushing to one place. Maybe it was the lack of blood to his brain that influenced his decision, maybe it was his painful erection that was begging to be touched, but he just nodded his consent. "No...no that's ok. You can go on...if you want." He said shakily.

"there's a good boy" Arthur purred and reached down taking the others cock in his hand and slowly stroking it, rubbing his thumb across the head each time his hand came up. He'd take it nice and slow, maybe even painfully slow, he wanted Alfred to beg, to scream his name.

The Captain crawled back and bit and bend his head down giving the others dick and nice long lick up the side before he took the entirety of it in his mouth. Arthur had only been on bottom once of twice in his entire life and he'd hardly ever sucked cock, but he'd gotten head so many times that he had an idea of how to do the job correctly.

Alfred, who'd never had anything like this happen to him ever, was having a hard time stifling his moans as the friction from that hand on his shaft and particularly the sensitive head of his cock sent waves of pleasure through him. He bucked his hips into the hand, wondering at the fact that anything could feel that damn good.

But, oh god, Kirkland's mouth was a whole other level of good. Slick and hot and sucking and oh shit that felt amazing. The moans and noises were getting louder, an embarrassing whimper making its way out of his throat as he tried to arch into that sensation. He tried to be quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much he was enjoying this, but it was hard.

Arthur didn't slow down his act for a second, he continued to suck,lick,and nip and the cock in his mouth while preoccupying his hand with the job of handling Alfred's balls, the sooner he could make him cum the sooner he'd be able to see the others face.

The Captain felt Alfred buck his hips up and he could tell the other was getting dangerously close.

Alfred's hands tightened in the bed covers, gasping out a strangled "Yes!" and bucking his hips. His whole body was as taut as a rubber band stretched to his limit and he could feel something coming on. Only when his eyes flew open and a cry tears itself from his throat did he realize that he'd just cum harder than he'd ever managed to by himself, stars dancing behind his eyes.

He fell back against the bed, panting and trembling from the aftershocks. A fleeting thought that if he died now, he could die happy crossed his mind and he wondered idly if Kirkland was planning on killing him when he's had his fill. For some reason, this thought bothered him less than it would if he hadn't been boneless and loopy from his first orgasm that wasn't self induced.

As a stream of white hot liquid filled his mouth Arthur found himself surprisingly calm about the whole situation. He sat up and swallowed the cum in his mouth, wiping off what was left and looking down at the teen panting under him. The sight was one of the most beautiful Arthur had ever seen, this is what he'd paid for.

The Pirate Captain lay down next to Alfred and pulled him close. He pressed his nose into the others golden locks and inhaled his scent. There were no words to describe the utter bliss the Brit felt right now and he'd be damned if he let anything take him away from this amazing moment. "So tell me boy. . ." Arthur smiled and played with one of Alfred's nipples " where do you come from, what's your background?" the question seemed out of place but right now Arthur just felt like having a nice calm conversation with his new pet.

Alfred squirmed, the attention to his nipples not helping his break through the post-coital haze and put the timeline of his life into a short and sweet little snippet he could grace the other man with. He really should keep his hands to himself if he wanted an answer and not a newly aroused American on his hands.

"Well...ah. I'm American, if you couldn't tell. Came to London three years ago to work as a dock hand so I could..." He trailed off, coughing awkwardly because of the continued attention. "Send money back to my family. Then I was snatched on my way home and here I am." He abridged.
Arthur nodded and rolled over onto his back, leaving the other be for the moment. He didn't really care that he took an innocent boy away from the streets, he really couldn't care less actually but it was nice finally hearing Alfred speak to him without to much fear or anger in his voice.

"a dock hand? So you're familiar with airships then?" Arthur asked while reaching over Alfred to grab a bottle of pills from a small side table.

Relieved that he was finally allowed some respite from the attentions, Alfred merely nodded his head. He stayed silent for a few more moments until answering more in depth.

"Yeah, I know a bit. How to help load and unload, docking, things like that. Not much else, though. Most of the captains don't want us around any longer than it takes to get the ship docked and the cargo in or out. You know how it is." He shrugged.

Arthur nodded and took out a pill from the bottle and popped it in his mouth. "It's mostly because a lot of dock hands in London try to stow away." he shrugged, he'd had a few stow always before, but none ever lives Arthur usually had then thrown overboard.

"tell me. . . ." The Pirate turned his attention back to the teen "Alfred" he said his name for the first time "do you know why I bought you?"

"Because of my winning personality and impressive juggling skills?" He joked, unable to help it. He cracked jokes when he was in less than ideal situations. It was how he coped. Everything was better if you could find a way to laugh, right?

"Nah, I'm just pulling your leg. I was assuming it was because you wanted a new toy to warm your bed, right? You haven't really shown interest in any other use for me so far." He pointed out.

"I wish it was that simple" Arthur sighed and sat up "actually" he voice turned serious again "I was informed by a reliable source that you were someone of greater importance and that I could get a nice sum of money by selling you back to where you belonged" he scratched the back of his head when he saw Alfred's confused look "I know now thats not the case. . . and I'm really not sure what to do with you, considering I can't just let you go."

Alfred fought to keep his face straight, not wanting Arthur to find out that he might not be wrong about that. On one hand, he would be able to go home. On the other, he really didn't want to put that kind of strain on his family.

Truthfully, he hadn't come to London from a poor family. They were quite affluent, actually. His father built airships in Boston and had a fortune built up. But the money was all tied up in investments and his father's gambling debts.

He had run away from home so that he could try and find a way to square away the debts and give him mother and brother financial safety. He'd only managed to find work as a dockhand, though, and the work of paying off his father's debts was going painfully slow. But he couldn't tell Arthur that, not now that he thought he wasn't worth anything. He wasn't, but if he told Arthur the truth about his family, he wouldn't believe him that there was no money to be used to pay off a ransom.

"You could, I don't know, not kill me? It's just a suggestion." He said with a nervous laugh.

Arthur glared down at Alfred, he knew there was something the boy wasn't telling him but then again, there was no way someone like him could have come from any wealthy family, if so he would have already threatened Arthur with his family name or bribed him with money. "I probably won't kill you" he smirked and leaned back in the bed " to be honest I find you very interesting, in more than just a sexual way." the pirate winked, showing a bit more of his playful side.

They lay in silence for awhile before Arthur got up and went over to the closet. "Your not sleeping in my bed naked." He said throwing a pair of sleeping pants at the teen. "put those on."

Alfred spluttered at the man, just now remembering his lack of clothing. He hurried to put the pants on and cover his shame, his face hot with embarrassment. "Don't worry, I wasn't planning on it. Last thing in the world I want to do!"

While his back was turned to the pirate and the pants were being pulled over his bare legs and backside, he pondered over the new twist in his predicament. His family, at least, was safe for now. And who knows, maybe if Arthur put him to work he'd get some small amount of compensation so he could send the money back to his family. Throughout the whole ordeal, his family would still come first. Maybe he should work on building the captain's trust? It was worth a shot, anyway.

Once the pants were on he stood awkwardly, feeling weird about getting back into the bed with Kirkland still in it. But he pushed the feeling down and gingerly crawled back into the bed.

"I hope for your sake your not a noisy sleeper" Arthur growled and pulled the covers over himself. For now he didn't mind Alfred not being what he expected, in was a delightful turn of events and maybe even better than what Arthur had expected. Though he had to admit that the boy did seem to be warming up to him a bit to fast, he'd have to fix that in the morning he didn't want Alfred thinking he had gone soft.

So much for gaining the man's trust. He seemed to go right back to his piraty ways once Alfred was dressed. Go figure. But he was fine with that, he didn't expect the man to be anything other than an asshole. So he curled up on his side, facing away from the pirate, and willed himself to sleep. Anything was better than dealing with Kirkland's shit and so help him if the man tried to cuddle him he would stab him in the eye.

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