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Might have some errors but I'll go edit later lol

Warning: Explicit Content

Alistair

I pulled the eye patch back over my left eye before turning to face Cael. He had given Caspian a solid pat on the shoulders as the man quickly made his way to our private quarters, which immediately told me that Cael had known about what Caspian had done.

"Good to see you." Cael nodded to me. The last two days had seeming aged him ten years, which only further cemented in stone the fact that Cael would most likely choose death before he ever had to stand in during my absence again. He had probably already drafted up a contract stipulating just that.

"Aye, and me, you. I'm also happy to see no new holes in Ol' Bess. And spotless floorboards."

"Well," Cael sighed, running his hand through his braided hair, "there wasn't much for us to do while you were gone. I'm guessing you found out who's hunting you? You were on that ship long enough."

"Aye. Gaelick loves- well, loved to talk. Took entirely too long just to find out it's someone from The Holy Men." I replied. I could've probably guessed that myself, but still... sending someone for me was a rash decision.

"Who?" Cael asked. A question that would very quickly prove to be more complicated to answer.

"Uh-" I started. "I think him name started with a Z. Or perhaps an S?"

...

The silence between us was absolutely deafening.

And the look on Cael's face was beyond deadly.

"Let me..." he started, before stopping himself shortly after. "Just to make sure I haven't missed anything here... you surrendered yourself to the enemy, aye?"

"Aye." I nodded.

"Something we have simply put, never done before. Aye?"

"Aye." I nodded again.

"Allowed yourself to be tortured for days, aye?"

Technically those spell bound chains were what made things more complicated, but if Cael found out about them, that would only further worry him. So I found myself repeating an "Aye."

"All this to discover the name of your enemy... and you can't even be bothered to remember it?"

I paused a moment before answering that one because Cael looked like he was ready to break my nose.

"Whoever is to be appointed next. That's who sent Gaelick."

I was quite proud of that quick answer, because instead of his left hand connecting with my nose, he brought two fingers to the bridge of his own in utter, sheer annoyance.

Then he just turned around to leave me.

"Where are you off to?" I asked the backside of Cael, and without even turning around again, he answered.

"To get some rest. Something both myself and your crew have been robbed of these last two days thanks to you."

I took a few long strides to catch up with my Navigator, before I reached for his arm. He was already preparing for the long list of insults to give me when I forcibly turned him around, but once I brought him into my arms, none came.

"My apologies for leaving you in charge. And thank you for letting Caspian come." I whispered near his right ear. My arm eased its hold on the man, but he lifted his right hand to the back of my neck, before pulling me close to rest his forehead against mine.

"Don't ever do that again." Was all he said, before eventually letting me go. "And welcome home, Captain."

Even through all that anger, he couldn't hide his smile, before he turned back to leave me.

It took longer than expected to make it to Caspian because I had to deal with Snips and his overly dramatic welcome. One would've thought I left these men for two moons instead of two days.

Once I did finally make my way to our chambers and entered, Caspian was already in the bath. Judging by the clearness of the water, he must've wiped most of the blood and other body remnants off him before getting in. Even his hair had since just about returned to that same white color I had grown used to.

He eyed me carefully as I stripped, pulling off the clothes I was forced to wear for days. My body still hurt, but there was relief that came with knowing I could now focus on healing. A soak would also aide with the bruises, which I hadn't known were bad until I heard Caspian inhale sharply at the sight of them. He was chewing the side of his mouth hard, more than likely silencing the words he looked desperate to let out.

His eyes only left my body once I pulled my trousers down, and stepped out of them. Then I went through the grueling process of easing my naked body into this tub, Caspian's gaze only falling back onto me once my lower half was submerged and partially hidden.

"This feels so good it might move me to tears." I murmured, closing my eye a moment to allow the hot water over my bruised skin.

"I won't tell your men if you do." Caspian answered, which immediately turned the edges of my lips up into a smile. This man was quickly becoming my peace, and I still wasn't sure how we found ourselves here.

"They wouldn't believe you regardless." I replied with, which earned me a rare chuckle from Caspian. That was what forced my eye open, and back on him.

The tub was large, but with both Caspian and my height, there was no way to avoid my legs brushing against his. I watched him lower himself further into the water until just his chin touched the surface, those pale eyes of his never leaving mine.

And that was when I asked a question that weighed a bit heavily on me. "Do my eyes scare you?"

I had seen the way he looked at me once that eyepatch was pushed back, and though this eye of mine had never bothered me before, I was understanding now that Caspian wasn't my men. He didn't know of me the way they had.

To my surprise, Caspian immediately shook his head, creating small ripples in the hot water when he did.

I found my left hand reaching up to pull the leather thing off, and tossed it on the ground near us. With both my eyes, I got to see Caspian again. Truly see him, and in a way the rest of the world couldn't. He had the very same bluish hue to him that his chains and daggers had when he fought Gaelick's men. This special eye could see the magic of a person as an aura, but I had never see this before. I'd never seen anything like his.

"Do..." Caspian started, before taking a moment to think his next choice of words thoroughly. "Do my eyes scare you?"

I felt my own eyes narrow at the man, already irritated that he could find fault in anything so beautiful... but I swallowed that anger, before shaking my head. "They could never, regardless of what color they take."

Caspian finally broke the gaze we held as his face flushed from my words, but there was a smile playing on his lips which he couldn't mask.

Instead, I watched as his right hand reached for the wash cloth that was laid neatly on the side of the tub. When he finally turned my way, his next question made my heartbeat involuntarily quicken.

"May I?" He asked, gesturing with the wash cloth towards me, to which I nodded. I rested both legs against either side of the tub, allowing him room to move closer through this water in between them, and he willingly accepted the invitation.

The way his eyes dipped from mine to my body almost broke me. It was as if my injuries physically pained him too, and he wasn't sure where to start... so my left hand reached for his right, and I brought both it and the washcloth to my chest. Right above my heart.

He was incredible gentle once I let go, but I sort of enjoyed it. He treated my skin like it was porcelain.

"Does your body heal itself?" He asked me. I was so focused on him. On his movements as he gently washed my chest, that I almost didn't register that he had asked a question.

"Aye." I nodded finally. "Does yours?"

It was a question I had been thinking about. The whole reasoning behind Caspian wanting to die but not being able to. There was a part of him that was much like myself, even if our magic wasn't the same.

"Aye." He nodded, his response more of a whisper.

Caspian was close, but not close enough... and so I found my hands reaching for his bare waist, before I bent and slid my legs between his which kneeling ones, then I yanked him forward until he was straddling me like one would saddle a horse.

Caspian looked startled, but he didn't protest. What I could now feel was his manhood resting against mine, and this position looked more comfortable for him too as he continued to wash me. His upper half was now just inches away.

His gaze alternating between my chest, and my eyes. And I loved seeing him with my full vision.

He was even more beautiful.

"Have you been with a man before?" I asked, my right hand moved to push some strand of his white hair away, and yet I found my fingers starting to mindlessly play with those very strands. I didn't understand why I could feel him, all of him, so greatly, but I had long since decided that Caspian would reveal more of who he was when he was ready to. Perhaps then, I would understand.

I just appreciated who I got to see now.

He slowly shook his head, his gaze holding mine a bit longer.

"That's okay. It is different, but can also be a bit like being with a woman." That sentence made Caspian's gaze cut away from mine, which raised my eyebrows some. "Have you been with a woman?"

The silence before Caspian responded was already telling, but I still waited patiently before he eventually shook his head no.

No wonder he took being in my body so terribly. My urges must have terrified the living hell out of him.

"That's okay." I found myself nodding, pushing more of his hair back as his hand, still holding that washcloth, moved from my chest to my left shoulder.

"I would... I would like to be with you, though." He didn't hold my gaze when he said that. I knew he couldn't, but I still tipped his head up slight by his chin, forcing his gaze back on me.

"I haven't been known to be gentle." My hand slipped around to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. I wanted to touch more of him again. To taste his lips against my own. "But for you, I'll learn." Then my lips finally found his, the cut that was once occupying my bottom had since healed itself, and I could finally focus on the softness of his.

Caspian tried to muffle a moan, but it was no use as my fingers massaged the back of his neck deeply. When my own manhood twitched with need, Caspian had finally realized what his was rested against, and another soft moan fell past his otherwise occupied lips.

Immediately after our lips had connected, Caspian forgot about the rag completely, and when a hand grabbed his bare waist, grinding my hard cock against his, those quiet moans grew louder. His hands had a vice grin on my shoulders, but he very soon felt comfortable enough to softly touch my cheek leading down to the edge of my jaw. Especially once I deepened this kiss. His hands were shaking slightly, but I didn't mind.

I could hear his heartbeat now, and for how fast it was beating, he was doing well with composing himself.

That hand that was on his waist, slid its way to his arse, squeezing his soft skin there a bit roughly before it went off in search of his entrance, whilst my teeth took his bottom lip in between them, much like I had on Gaelick's ship.

There wasn't a single part of me that didn't want to thrust myself into him now, but I had given my word and I had no plans of breaking it.

I would learn to be gentle this night. I wanted Caspian's first night with anyone, let alone I, to be what he was deserving of. Pure pleasure. He'd handled enough pain for the night.

Once a finger found his entrance, Caspian full on shuddered against me. His kisses were a reflection of his unravel once I slid a digit inside of him, feeling the tightness of his walls all around me. I went slow, painstakingly so as he adjusted to the feeling. He broke the kiss to muffle a louder moan, but I took this as an opportunity to move from his lips to his neck.

I could already see that the marks I left there had started to fade, so I went back over them with my now swollen lips, and my sharp teeth. With the way Caspian's heartbeat was hammering against his chest, I knew this was a lot for him, but to physically feel his heartbeat as my tongue trailed the length of the largest vein on his neck... it made me feel connected to him in an entirely different way.

I couldn't recall a single partner, man nor woman, who I had been with quite like this.

"Alistair..." I heard him whisper. My name sounded like poetry when it left his lips. I was so used to my men calling me Captain, sometimes I forgot I had one. And to the world past Ol' Bess... well they just knew me as The Pirate King.

But to Caspian, I was Alistair... regardless of how many times I had told him otherwise.

His moments of defiance was what set him from the rest of my men... and it terrified even I to admit that I was starting to fall in love with it. Perhaps, with him.

Once I inserted a second finger, Caspian gripped my shoulders tighter, but that just forced my hard manhood against his, pulling yet another struggled moan past his lips. I didn't know how long I could wait, but I knew I would be reaching a limit soon. This feeling of need was something I had spent many many years repressing, but what Caspian and I had done while in each others bodies had triggered something.

I lacked control as soon as he touched me. Hell, perhaps as soon as his eyes found mine. And that was what made my two fingers slip from inside Caspian, before holding him closer against me by his arse, and standing. Instinctively he wrapped his legs around my waist, but this forced yet another moan from Caspian. He buried his head into my neck to mask it before I heard him mumble "what are you doing?"

His lips against my neck made me grip his arse harder, but I forced myself to focus on getting out of the tub and safely onto these floorboards. Then I started to carry him from our main room to my bedroom, not bothering to answer his question as we went.

He'd find out soon enough.

The first protest that fell from his lips was when I set his back onto my bed.

"Wait- Alistair, I'm still wet-"

I bent down to silence him with my lips. A short, sweet lingering kiss that alluded to so much fucking more. "And I simply do not care."

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