Sean turned his head away until his chin was no longer on Nate's fingers. Nate had said that so confidently that Sean could no longer look him in the eyes. Blushing so badly that it traveled across his face to the tips of his ears, he mumbled out shyly. "I can't do that..." Nate leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling his ear as he told him smugly. "Not with that attitude." Sean locked his jaw and swallowed nervously. His didn't want to look at Nate, but his eyes were drifting back out of curiosity. Nate leaned back to give Sean space, telling him more casually. "What makes you think that you can't?" Sean licked his dry lips, mumbling out after. "I... I don't want to demean him." Both Mark and Nate chuckled. Sean stared at Nate confused and a little hurt. With a sudden sympathetic look, Nate composed himself to say sweetly. "Oh, Sean... This isn't about demeaning him. You won't change who or what he is. This is about you making him relax by taking away the stress he deals with. As a Captain, he's always on guard and bossy... Our job is to take that from him and remind him that he's only human."

Sean raised an eyebrow, saying softly. "I'm not sure I follow." Nate slipped off Mark's back and moved around behind Sean. Sean shivered, feeling Nate's warm hands touch his bare shoulders. Next to his ear, Nate whispered in a smooth relaxing voice. "Ok. Let me put it to you this way. Everyone on your island respects you because you're the prince, right?" Sean's body was starting to tense up as he tried to predict what Nate was going to do. Feeling uneasy, Sean nodded. Nate's hands slid around to the back of his shoulders, telling him. "They won't let you be you, will they? They expect you to be strong. A shiny pure model for the younger generation to look up to. You're untouchable to them... but that makes you feel lonely, stressed, and afraid on the inside... Right? Always living up to their standards and expectations." Sean closed his eyes with a heavily sigh. It was hard to deny it, when he knew Nate had lived through it himself. He knew it was true. Sean gave a smaller more reluctant nod. One of Nate's hands gently grasped the back of his neck, asking suggestively. "What do you think your daddy would think of you right now? Dressed up like this and kissing the ass of a pirate?"

Sean clenched his jaw hard as a distraction to keep his whole body from shaking. He didn't want to know what his family back home would say. None of it would be very approving. He knew that much. He'd disappoint them with his weak heart. Against his ear, Nate purred into it coolly. "Do you think I care about your family? About your title? What they want you to be?" Sean shook his head unable to utter a single word. Nate grinned over his ear, stating out casually. "Exactly. I know what you are... I just don't care. When I knock off your crown... what's left?" Sean swallowed, listening to Nate finish off in a smug tone. "You're just a man. A man who wants to live a little without being judged for something that feels this good." Sean opened his eyes, but before he could ask... Nate shoved him down over Mark's back by the back of his neck. Pinning Sean's head down on Mark's back, Sean let out a pleasurable yelp as Nate's other hand slipped between his legs to stroke his cock.

Mark rose up onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder as Sean moaned across his back. Sean's hands held Mark's sides in a needy embrace. He couldn't help it. The feeling was incredible. After only a few seconds, Nate released him and asked with a smirk. "Now tell me. Did that feel demeaning to you? Or did you want me to keep going because it felt good to do something other than what people expect of you?" Sean slowly rose off Mark, panting a little. Taking a shaky breath, he answered slightly breathless. "You know... You could have just said that it removes life's stress by letting yourself be someone else behind closed doors." Nate rolled his eyes with a smile, dismissively stating out. "Where's the fun in that? Now you ready to do this or not?" Sean slipped a hand between his legs to try and remove the feeling of Nate's hand there. Nate patted Sean's thigh, telling him sweetly. "Easy Sean... You're working him up and we haven't even started yet." Sean blinked perplexed, following Nate's eyes toward Mark.

Mark was still looking over his shoulder, but his eyes had lowered to see what Sean's hand was doing beneath the sheer white loin cloth. Sean blushed, lowering his hand as Mark grinned. Sean quickly sat down on Mark's legs, covering his crotch when he realized that Mark could see through the fabric. Sean bit his tongue, blushing shamefully. Nate swatted Mark lightly across the temple, growling out. "Stop it. You're making him self-conscious." Mark put his head back down on his arms. Nate leaned across Mark's back lazily, propping his head up on his hand as he told Sean with a small smile. "Don't worry about it. Come here. Let me show you something." Sean scooted forward a bit, but his hands were still cupping himself. He couldn't believe Nate had made him hard. Was he so easy to play with? They weren't hard yet. Nate's hand lightly stroked Mark's thick ass cheek, causing the skin beneath his fingers to almost ripple like water. After a few seconds, Nate stopped to beckon Sean closer, saying casually. "Do what I showed you and I'll show you how you can get him back for making you blush."

Sean pried his hands away from his cock to lean over Mark on all fours. Spreading Mark's ass cheeks, he took a deep breath and carefully blew warm vapor over Mark's asshole. Mark let out a muffled moan, while Nate informed him softly. "Good. The heat relaxes him a bit. Makes his nerves more open to stimulus. Now here is part two." Nate picked up his orange, pulling another piece from it and squeezing it carefully to let the juice fall all around the rim of Mark's slightly misted asshole. The juice mixed with the water and as it ran down the center of Mark's rim, it clenched, and Mark began to breathe heavier. Nate put the remnants of the orange in his mouth, giving Sean a wink. Sean licked his lips, lowering his head. Nate met his ear part of the way down to whisper to him before his lips made contact with Mark. "Around and in. Take your time. Let his body tell you what he likes." Sean nodded, adjusting a bit to flick his tongue across the soft skin around the rim. Mark's thighs tensed but stayed spread. Sean returned his tongue, sliding it teasing once around the outside of the rim.

Mark's hands moved to the sides of the bed to grasp handfuls of the bed sheets in a tight grip. Nate took notice and smirked. Sean flicked his tongue tentatively over a small part of the soft pink ridges of the rim. It was so brief that Sean didn't think Mark had felt it... but he had. Mark's shoulders tensed and he whined softly through the gag. Nate dropped his hand from propping his head up to lean on it over Mark's back, telling Sean encouragingly. "Oooo, You're a natural. Keep that up." Sean repeatedly did the same around the rim. He was just taking his time. Getting comfortable with doing it. He didn't really know if Mark liked it... but this behavior was affecting himself. He was already hard, and tonguing Mark like this was making it worse. His primal instinct was telling him that he needed to get Mark hard to progress this farther. Dragging his tongue all the way up Mark's crack longing, he heard Mark practically squeal into the mattress. Nate shifted to all fours, panting hard over Mark. Sean couldn't resist sneaking a peek between Nate's spread legs. Seeing that Nate was getting hard made him feel good. He didn't want to be the only one turned on by all this.

Sean pressed his lips to surround Mark's rim, his tongue sliding over the whole of it. A barely muffled high-pitched wail left Mark, causing Mark to pull his knees up to brace on the mattress. Sean rose with him to keep going without relenting. Mark sank into a bow, his legs shaking. Nate appeared to be resisting for a time, when even his purifying mist seemed to fail him. Nate lost himself in the pheromones, his eyes turning a bright purple before he lowered over Mark to bite his shoulder! Sean stopped long enough to see soft purple sparks ripple over Mark's back from the spot where Nate was biting him. Mark rose up from his bow, arching his back into the bite with a pleasurable moan. Nate wasn't hurting him, and Mark didn't appear to hate it. So, Sean kept on playing with Mark's ass. Sean took deep breaths through his nose and lightly puffed warm vapor over Mark's ass as he continued to tease his tongue over it. Sean's hand rose on its own to slid between Mark's legs like Nate had done to him.

As his fingers slid over Mark's large hairy balls, Sean moaned softly against Mark. Every fiber of his being wanted to breed. He needed to know what it felt like. Being so close to Mark. So intimate with him... He instincts were telling him to convince Mark to take him. Sean's fingers wrapped around Mark's cock, but he was so thick that his fingers and thumb couldn't meet around it. He wanted to be terrified that Mark was so big, but his instincts only found that VERY appealing. Nate rubbed Mark's back, until he switched off from Mark to Sean. Sean felt Nate lean over him to wrap an around his waist, while his other hand pulled the back of the loin cloth away. Sean jerked his head up from Mark with a sharp whine. He couldn't focus, but even his body could instinctually tell what Nate was going to do. Sean's eyes rolled back as Nate's lips found his ass, sending tingling's through his genitals that had his balls aching for more. Mark groaned from neglect, flipping over to look up at Sean. Sean couldn't move, his was riding the bliss of Nate's probing tongue and thinking about how Nate might be getting him ready for something big.

Mark reached out to grab Sean's elbows, pulling his stiff body over him. Once Sean was over him on all fours, Mark quickly untied his gag and sat up into Sean to suckle one of his hard nipples. Sean belted out a loud moan that turned sharp as Nate ducked between his legs to suckle on his balls. The feeling was so overwhelming that Sean thought he might go mad from pleasure. Nate's mouth left his balls as Mark switched nipples. Although, when Nate's mouth returned to his ass... he got a wicked surprise. Nate had taken a breath and exhaled a stream of warm water straight into his ass! Nate pulled his mouth away from Sean's ass with a chuckle. Sean's legs shook, upon feeling the warm water run down from his ass to his spread inner thighs. His cock twitched at how much he liked it... but water wasn't enough. Lowering his hips over Mark's cock, he felt Nate's hands help him line up. Mark leaned back, his hands going to Sean's hips. Sean whimpered feeling both Mark and Nate ease his hips down onto Mark's thick girthy cock. The pleasure mixed with pain as he took a minute to just sit and adjust.

Nate rubbed Sean's shoulders, purring sweetly over his shoulder between tender kisses to the back of his neck. "You're ok. He's in. Just relax for a minute." Sean tried, but his adrenaline was telling him that he was ready. Leaning forward over Mark, he told him breathlessly. "Be gentle." Mark's brown eyes were glazed over with lust, but he nodded. Sean kissed him, letting Mark wrap his arms around his back to hold him in place as he started thrusting. Sean clawed the mattress over Mark's shoulder, his moans mixing with Mark's. Sean felt the pressure rising and Nate suddenly gasped in shock. Sean's skin was lighting up in those strange designs again, his wet skin sparkling as his tiny scales shined through to catch the low light. Mark grinned up at him, reaching out to touch one of his exposed fin ears and playfully purring out. "I love when you do this. You're so fucking beautiful." Sean dropped his head to Mark's shoulder, feeling himself start to peek. Mark's hand pressed hard against Sean's back, his thrusts getting shorter and deeper.

Sean felt his orgasm hit hard. His joints locked up, his cock bursting a load over Mark's stomach as his last moan rang through the air. Falling limply at Mark's side, the illusion snapped back to reality the second he hit the mattress. His body was just too exhausted to hold the illusion anymore. Mark wrapped him up in his arms, glancing around his familiar cabin in slight disappointment. Compared to the luster of the illusion, the cabin was rather dark and rustic looking. Sean chuckled weakly at Mark, asking him soothingly. "Is what you have really that bad?" Mark gave him a small smile and kissed his bare shoulder. It was silent, until the loud smashing of a glass drew their attention across the room to Nate. Nate was sitting on Mark's desk, staring at him with a strange look. He looked pale and was the only one still wearing his clothes. He looked so pale that it was almost like he had seen a ghost. Sean stiffly sat up on the bed, asking Nate with worry. "Are you ok? Did I take you out of the illusion too fast?" Mark chuckled, but Nate didn't. Nate just slightly shook his head, mumbling out in shock. "Sean... Have you always been able to do that?" Sean raised an eyebrow, asking curiously. "Do what?" Nate took a swig of alcohol straight from the bottle, before uttering out under his breath. "Nothing. It's nothing..."

Mark grunted gruffly, muttering out neutrally. "If it was nothing, then don't bring it up." Mark snuggled up against Sean's naked body starting to drift off. Sean scooted back, practically pushing Mark against the wall to make room. Patting the bed, Sean asked Nate sweetly. "Come on. Join us." Mark's arms tightened around Sean's waist like a possessive snake. Nate shook his head, saying softly. "No thanks. I don't sleep in beds anymore." Sean patted the bed again, asking in a much softer voice. "Then don't sleep. Just lay down with us." Nate cleared his throat awkwardly, replying nicely. "Sean. My job is done. I showed you what to do. I'll be fine." Nate set down his rum bottle and started to make his way to the door, when Sean sadly told him. "Nate, don't make me worry about you all night. Please? Stay." Nate let out a heavy sigh, then inched toward the bed. Sean took his arm, very slowly guiding him down in front of him. Nate turned his back to Sean, but that was fine. Sean just didn't want him wondering around where the crew might torment him.

Nate's body shivered on the bed, until Sean put a hand on his arm. Resting his head on Nate's back, he whispered to him. "You're not alone, Nate. I'm here." Nate cleared his throat, telling him softly. "I know... but Sean... Back on your island... Did your dad ever give you a reason on why he didn't want you in the water?" Sean shook his head sleepily, starting to drift off between the warmth radiating off them. Nate kept talking, but Sean missed it. His mind was drifting away. By dawn, a knock came at the door and Tyler made his way inside. Mark jerked his head up to glare at Tyler, groggily sneering out. "You better have a damn good reason for bargaining in here." Tyler took in the sight of Mark in bed with both Sean and Nate with a hard look. It faded quickly though as Mark sat up defensively. Tyler took a step back from the bed, telling Mark seriously. "We have a problem, Captain." Mark blinked unfazed, growling out. "What now...?" Tyler pointed out the door, answering nervously. "There is a ship coming up on our bow..." Mark stiffened, asking more wake. "Her colors?"

Tyler swallowed, saying anxiously. "Wade says it's a red flag with two flintlocks pointing to a pirate skull. Captain, it's approaching fast and her cannons are rolled out." Mark's adrenaline shot through the roof as he ordered out to Tyler. "Sound the alarm.Get everyone up! Now!" Tyler nodded, rushing from the room. Mark crawled over a sleeping Sean, shoving Nate off the bed in the process. Nate hit the floor and jumped up onto all fours in sleepy surprise. Climbing off the bed, he swatted Nate between the shoulder blades and ordered him seriously. "Get up! Now!" Mark quickly dressed himself, while Nate slowly sat up on his knees to ask bitterly. "What's going on?" Mark grabbed his pistol off the desk, answering sternly. "A Pirate hunter is approaching our bow and she's looking for a fight." Nate jumped to his feet, grabbing his sword as he chuckled out. "Then let's go say hi." A few seconds later a loud bell rang out over the ship, waking Sean up just in time to see both of them leaving the cabin. To Be Continued...