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Treacherous Waters - 2/? (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~^~^~MARK'S POV~^~^~
The anticipation is killing me, but I know that we have to approach slow and appear friendly,
otherwise, the Captain will suspect that we are pirates and flee. Adam. I want to hold him so bad
right now, and tell him that everything will be alright.
I grimace as I imagine the pain that young Adam must be experiencing at the hands of his lover.
How could Jason do that to him? Beat him down. And to think, Jason claims to love him.
A smile replaces my frown as I hear Trish yell, "AHOY!"
I remain hidden as does the rest of my men. The lovely Trish has seduced many unsuspecting
yachtsmen and sailors. Some to their doom in the back abyss. Her voice is pure honey to their
ears, as her beautiful, seductive body lures them in.
I peek out of my hiding place to see her standing and waving, her blond hair cascades around her
face, hiding the smirk that I know she is sporting. I watch fascinated as her white shirt billows in
the salty wind, exposing her breasts, as her tanned legs glistens in the sunlight. What man in his
right mind would pass her up?
"AHOY!" Matt yells with lots of enthusiasm.
Trish sure knows how to "reel" them in. The young males always are the first to fall to her fatal
charms.
Hunter slows our ship even slower, as we pull alongside of "Jason's Fancy".
"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" The Captain asks as he pushes the drooling Matt out of
the way as he takes the line to her ship that she offers.
"Our radio is down and our engines are failing," Trish whimpers in her best scared voice. "Can
you help me?"
God, she's good.
"Do you mind if I come aboard and check out the engines?" Rob asks, not distracted by her at the
least.
Something tells me that Captain Rob likes his partners a little more masculine.
"Please," Trish begs with a slight whimper, "I'll be so grateful." Trish smiles sweetly as Rob
boards and heads down to the engine room.
I glance up to the control room and see that Hunter's gone. A smile slides across my face. It
appears that Captain Rob is about to meet a very hungry Hunter.
I hear arguing and I stand, no longer caring if I'm spotted. It's too late for the other ships crew,
they are already our prisoners, they just don't know it yet.
I hear Adam's whimpers and Jeff pleading for Jason to stop.
"What's going on?" Trish asks innocently as she slowly circles Matt, stopping when she is directly
behind him, slowly drawing her knife.
"A disagreement," Matt says frowning as he starts toward the arguing voices, stopping and
gasping as he feels the coldness of the blade as it presses against his throat.
"Not one sound, or it will be your last," Trish hisses.
I smile as I see the boy tense.
"She's pretty, but deadly," I whisper as I strode by. Lance, one of my other crew members,
immediately aids Trish and cuffs Matt's hands behind his back.
My eyes widen in rage as I see that Adam's naked, bloody, and badly bruised body curled up in a
fetal position as Jason stands over him, not allowing Jeff near his possession.
"He's hurt!" Jeff protests.
"I'll take care of him. He's mine!" Jason growls.
"Wrong," I growl as I approach them.
Jason's eyes widen in a mixture of surprise and fear, but as my fist connects firmly with his jaw,
he knows no more. He falls backwards, unconscious before he hits the floor.
I glare at Jeff as he attempts to grab Adam and run for it. Jeff gasps and lets go of Adam's arm, as
he backs up into the strong arms of Bradshaw, who lifts him up in a bearhug.
"Hello beautiful," Bradshaw whispers in Jeff's ear, causing the young man to shiver.
Jeff struggles, but Bradshaw is too big and powerful, and the young man soon finds himself cuffed
and being led away to join his brother.
I look down at Adam. Beautiful Adam.
Adam whimpers as he looks up at me. I see fear in his eyes as he tries to scoot away from me. His
bottom lip is bleeding, as is his forehead. His eye is almost swollen shut. Bruises have formed on
both of his cheeks. I glance at his ribs and abdominal area, also bruised.
A deep growl escapes my throat, and Adam tenses.
"No, please," Adam whispers.
He thinks that I'm going to hurt him? What about Jason? He did this to him!
I glare at Jason, for a moment I consider throwing him overboard, but then again, I couldn't have
any fun with the bastard. I bend down and secure him, cuffing his hands behind his back. I start
to hit him like he had Adam, but I can't. He looks so innocent. Angelic almost. I stand, pushing
those thoughts from my mind. Angelic, my ass. He's an angel alright. Lucifer's.
I bend and gently scoop Adam up into my arms. He whimpers in pain, but I know it won't be long
before he goes into shock if he's left out in the open like this.
He shivers in my arms. "Don't hurt me."
I looked at him shocked. "I would never hurt you," I whisper in the most soothing and comforting
voice that I can muster.
He looks at me confused as his eyes flutter and close.
~^~^~GLENN'S POV~^~^~
This had been so easy. Then again, it always was. Not many people expected to encounter
modern day pirates.
"Glenn, come on!" Chris yells as he heads down to the spacious cabins below.
I smile as I follow him. Hell, I'd follow him anywhere. I'd had my doubts about him adapting to a
pirate's life, but he's adjusted just fine. He has a taste for it, and he can smell money and jewels a
mile away.
In a matter of seconds, he has found the safe in the main cabin. I flop down on one of the huge
recliners as I watch him place his ear against the safe and listen for the right combination. My
little thief.
He claps his hands excitably as the doors to the safe pop open. He quickly dives inside, wiggling
that round, firm ass of his as he searches the contents. His tight shorts show every curve and
bulge.
"Wow!" He exclaims. "This is definitely worth plundering!"
I'm immediately off the recliner and behind him. I roughly cup the two round globes of his ass, as
I lean in and nip at his shoulder. "Plundering is good," I growl.
"Glenn!" Chris giggles.
~^~^~ROB'S POV~^~^~
What is she talking about? The engines seem to be running just fine.
As this realization hits me, I remember the stories about a pirate yacht that has a beautiful siren
on board that lures the unsuspecting Captain's aboard under false pretenses while her crew
attacks his ship.
"No!" I whisper as a bad feeling starts in the pit of my stomach as I make my way through the
maze of engine and machinery.
What was the name of this pirate ship?
The Undertaker.
Named after it's Captain. A cruel vicious man. A killer.
"Going somewhere, beautiful?" A tall, muscular, blond-haired man asks as he steps out in front of
me, blocking my path.
I'm so suprised that I stumble as I step back, and I end up falling quite ungraciously to the hard
floor. My legs end up sprawled wide open.
He chuckles. "My, you do look delicious like that," the man whispers as he licks his lips.
Fuck!
"Who are you?" I demand as I close my legs, trying to hide my fear and excitement that is
surging through me. The man was a God. My eyes trail along his long muscular thighs to the bulge
in his tight white shorts, and it is my turn to lick my lips.
"I have many seafaring names, but the one that I like best is.....Hunter," he whispers as he looks
down at me with hunger and desire sparkling in his eyes. "And you, my pretty Captain, are my
prey."
~^~^~MATT'S POV~^~^~
I watch in horror and outrage as the huge man carries the very naked and unconscious Adam
onto his ship. I can see the desire flickering in his cold green eyes for the helpless man that he is
carrying.
"Let him go!" I growl.
The man merely scoffs at me as he walks on by, carrying Adam into the darkness below.
"Don't worry, Mark won't hurt him. Hell, he's saving him from the prick you work for," the huge
man who is guarding us whispers.
"What's your name?" Jeff asks, obviously flirting with the big guy.
I roll my eyes in disgust.
"John Bradshaw," the man whispers. "What's your name beautiful?"
"Jeff Hardy, and this is my brother, Matt," Jeff says with a slight giggle.
"Shut up!" I yell at Jeff. "They're pirates you idiot!"
Jeff frowns at me and then Bradshaw. "Pirates?"
"Don't you fret none, little darling. I wouldn't hurt ya," Bradshaw whispers to Jeff, who
immediately blushes.
God, what I wouldn't give for a headache pill.
~TBC~
