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Misery Acquaints a Man with Strange Bedfellows
By pirate_fuck3r
Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.” -The Tempest (Caliban, Act 2, Scene 2)
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Flint was always tense after returning to port.
Despite the relief of solid ground and fresh food, and the crew’s good spirits from taking their most recent prize, he was uneasy. He now had to deal with making arrangements to sell the crew’s plunder, and locate a prize sufficient to keep the crew on his good side in the next election, willing to continue following him in exacting his vengeance against England and her pawns.
It also meant sitting with his thoughts about Miranda. Flint felt powerless to avoid the depths of his grief, his guilt. He always felt more confident, capable at sea, where his word was law and the men followed his every command; where he was rarely alone with his thoughts. He could indulge his rage, delivering England’s cruelty back to her on the end of a sword, a noose, his own bare hands.
But he wasn’t at sea, he was back on the beach, in his tent, where he attempted to set his focus to work, to finding the next prize, to anything other than Miranda, Gates, Thomas… anything other than the nagging feeling of culpability that grew within him . He needed an escape, not just a distraction from his grief and anger and pain, but a way to not be himself, not be Captain Flint. Maybe he didn’t deserve it, but he longed for relief from his torment. There was just one problem-
John Silver had not once come to see him since they returned last week.
Flint stretched his shoulders, uncomfortable, unsuccessfully trying to shake off some of his tension. He should have come by, he never waits this long, thought Flint, trying to avoid the nagging pit in his stomach. A small but growing voice inside him wondered if Silver wasn’t going to come visit him this time. He had been pretty hard on the crew, for their own good of course, but now that Silver was their quartermaster his role was to question Flint. On their most recent voyage, Flint had admonished Silver in front of some of the men for disobeying a direct order. Flint knew he couldn’t allow anyone, not even Silver, to disobey his orders without answering for it. But Flint worried he went too far. Did I push him away?
Flint tried to suppress this anxiety, but couldn't free himself from thinking about Silver. John fucking Silver, who nearly got him killed, who saved his life, who had come to mean something to him that he did not have the words to describe. It was different from what he had with Thomas, but was far more than friendship- Silver could be whoever Flint needed, could do things for him, to him, that he never would have asked from Thomas. Things that he wouldn’t have needed in the first place if Thomas was alive. If you hadn’t happened to him, he thought. Flint grabbed his drink and downed it, drowning this thought with the others that he suppressed like storm beaten ships, lost to the sea.
Flint poured himself more rum and attempted to focus on his documents, but he couldn’t shake the guilt and shame that stirred within him. God, he needed to deal with this; he couldn’t fucking concentrate, and if he couldn’t concentrate when they were back at sea then he could make mistakes, and where the fuck was Silver? Flint shifted in his chair discontentedly, unable to stop his cock from stiffening as his thoughts wandered to the first night Silver had been with him, to the words that changed everything between them. The words that allowed Flint to breathe for what seemed like the first time in years.
“If it is punishment you need, Captain ,” Silver whispered into his ear, his breath hot, his voice steady and commanding, “ then I will be the one to punish you.”
Flint did need it, desperately. He held on so tightly to his guilt, his shame, his self-hatred; they coiled into tight springs that threatened to pop out and strike whoever was in his path. But Silver…well, Silver knew how to take those feelings and throw them back at Flint in a way that disarmed him. He couldn’t lash out at Silver; he didn’t want to. He just wanted more .
He wanted Silver to be cruel, to hurt him, to both desire his submission and find it contemptible. Silver could tell him he was a piece of shit and somehow he would walk away feeling less like one than before. No one else, no one living, had this kind of power over him. It was intoxicating, and frightening- no, he was. Silver didn’t just have power over Flint, he was powerful.
Flint was awed by this- this man, Silver, how he charmed his way into Flint’s crew, his confidence, his bed, his… Flint couldn’t let himself finish that thought. He may not be sure exactly what he was, but he knew that John Silver was more than a man to him.
What Flint desired more than anything was to give Silver everything. His body, his mind, his spirit, his sanity- all offerings left on the altar he built to Silver the first time he grasped Flint’s cock and promised him that he wouldn’t have to punish himself anymore; that John Silver would take care of him now.
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Silver was adaptable. After the night he became more than Flint’s crewman, many months ago- well before Charlestown- Silver had taken it upon himself to anticipate a ll of his Captain’s needs. He easily became accustomed to new situations, and he quickly began to anticipate the rush of their trysts, the intoxicating feeling of power.
Occasionally, Flint preferred gentleness, but Silver found that he responded best to a firm hand. He learned what made Flint quiver and moan, what made his eyes flash with anger and urgency and wildness. He learned what he could do to make Flint beg to submit to him, what he could say to hurt him just enough that he would shudder and gasp and come in an electric rush of pleasure and heat.
Flint never initiated their meetings; he was too prideful to ask for such hungers to be satiated, and Silver used this to his advantage. He enjoyed watching Flint grow more uneasy, waiting for him to come to his bed at night and indulge his darkest pleasures, all flesh and sweat and heady breath; quaking to completion as Silver uttered humiliations so cruel, even he might have felt bad about it if Flint hadn’t been clear how much he needed it.
Silver walked into Flint’s tent without bothering to announce himself. It was difficult to sneak in since the loss of his leg, the iron boot announcing his presence. Flint was seated at his desk, drink in hand, staring intently at what appeared to be cargo manifests. Silver was uninterested in whatever Flint was worrying himself about this time, focused instead on his deepening frown. Silver smiled, pleased that Flint seemed unhappy. It’s always better when he’s in a bad mood , he thought.
They had fucked a few times since Silver lost his leg, and by now he felt confident that Flint did not desire him any less. The knowledge that Flint would be waiting eagerly for him to come to his bed made it easy to toy with him for longer this time. Silver was, admittedly, a little annoyed at him for chastising him in front of his brothers, and decided to retaliate with indifference. He waited for a week after they returned to Nassau, enjoying the knowledge that Flint was squirming inside, unsure when Silver would show up in his tent to put him in his place.
“Captain, it seems like the crew are in good spirits,” he said cheerily, disguising his intent. “Why do you feel the need to torture yourself with paperwork when you could, I don’t know, actually celebrate our victory for once?” Flint, still looking down, made a huffing noise under his breath. Silver believed to be a chuckle, but couldn’t be sure, since Flint so rarely laughed.
“I know better than to think you are capable of revelry,” said Silver, “but I do feel it my duty to remind you that it exists.”
“While I appreciate your concern,” Flint replied, sarcasm in his tone, “there is work that must be done if we are to maintain our momentum. I have received word of a Governor in-” Flint’s frustrated rant was stopped short as Silver interrupted him.
“I don’t think you heard me correctly, James ,” Silver emphasized his name, his voice suddenly stern and commanding; he was done pretending. Flint’s back was still turned, but Silver could see his body tense. “I said I want you to come celebrate with me.” Flint gulped audibly, and Silver saw his hands grip the papers in his hands, crinkling the pages.
“ Stop what you are doing and stand up .”
Flint, his pulse quickening, did as he was told, carefully, as though he was afraid that Silver would run off if he made any sudden movements. Silver felt a rising heat within him, a fire fed by Flint’s willing submission. It threatened to immolate them both if Silver allowed himself to unleash it, and god did he want to , but it was not yet time for that. He kept his voice cool and steady.
“ Turn. ”
Flint did as he was told. His breath quickened, and his face was blushed with desire. Silver moved toward Flint, making no attempt to rush. He didn’t want to lose his footing, and besides, he enjoyed making Flint wait. Silver fixed his piercing eyes on Flint, his mouth twisting into a wicked smirk.
He stopped, inches from Flint, close enough to hear his ragged breath and feel the heat radiating from his body. He took in the lines of Flint’s defined shoulders, his broad chest, his fitted pants hugging the contours of his waist. Looking him over, Silver noticed the growing bulge in Flint’s pants. He stared for a moment, let out a scornful chuckle, and snapped his head back up to gaze into Flint’s desperate eyes.
“Good boy, James. That’s much better,” Silver ran his hand along Flint’s face in a delicate gesture. Flint shivered, his eyes closing involuntarily. When he opened them again, he gazed longingly back at Silver, eyes emerald and striking, adoring, in awe of him.
Silver wasn’t accustomed to pity. The crew respected him, and they were grateful that he stood up to Vane's crew for them… but they pitied him now. Silver detested it; he hated feeling weak, feeling like he wasn't whole. They wouldn't say so to his face, but he heard the hushed conversations- poor Silver, shame what happened to him, I wonder how long he will be able to stay on... even his strongest supporters for quartermaster had their misgivings.
But not Flint. Flint was concerned about him of course, but aboard the ship he never talked to him like he was a child or a wounded pup. And in their private moments, he never questioned Silver's ability to take control of him utterly. If anything, Flint recognized, if he hadn't before, that Silver needed him too.
Not to take care of him; Silver could take care of himself. He needed Flint to show him that his commitment to whatever they were to each other was unwavering, that Flint would do whatever Silver wanted, take whatever humiliations, whatever pain- and it wasn’t only about Flint's need for penance. Silver needed to be reminded that he was powerful, and Flint could show him how to wield it. He would do anything Silver asked of him and feel lucky to do it. Silver drank in this obeisance- he was powerful, an object of worship; a god to whom warriors made sacrifices.
“ I didn’t know when you were going to be back for this…for me… ” Flint’s voice was breathless. Silver noticed that Flint’s hands were trembling, and felt his own cock stir. He ran his hand across the back of Flint’s neck, taking in the resulting shiver, then gripped the back of Flint’s collar and yanked it behind his neck, the fabric sliding to harness his shoulders. Silver pulled Flint’s collar hard, gripping the fabric tight. He held Flint’s shoulders firmly in place, like a dog being restrained.
“I like to keep you on your toes,” Silver growled. Flint let out a whimper, much louder than he would have liked, and Silver laughed. He had to admit that he missed pulling Flint’s hair since he had cut it, but Silver was pleased that he could still cause him to forget himself so utterly.
“Well now, James, that was quite filthy of you, wasn’t it? We’ve barely even started and you already sound so pathetic ,” Silver mocked.
Flint’s breath hitched, his knees buckling slightly before he steadied himself. Silver pulled harder on Flint’s collar, turning Flint’s face up to meet his own. Flint was already flushed with embarrassment. Silver was delighted.
“Is this what you want, James?" Silver’s eyes were mischievous as he traced his mouth toward Flint’s, threatening to kiss him before torturously pulling away at the last moment. "It seems so, but if you really want to play, I have to know who you need me to be today. he said, his eyes fixed on Flint, unwavering. " John…or Mr. Silver?”
“Mr. Silver,” Flint gasped quickly, as though the words were trying to climb their way out of his throat.
Silver was hardly surprised; he usually wanted Mr. Silver. Occasionally, Flint accepted tenderness from the beginning, but most of the time he wanted the torture, and Silver was perfectly happy to oblige. After all, a god's wrath often inspired more valuable offerings. With a salacious grin, Silver dropped Flint’s collar, and just as quickly used his free hand to grab the front of Flint’s shirt and pull him in for a deep, insistent kiss.
Silver’s tongue danced around Flint’s, tasting rum and salt and Flint’s soft breath. Flint melted into the kiss, allowing Silver’s tongue to pierce his mouth, to inhale his breath. He began moving his hands across Silver’s back. Flint was strong, but his movements were gentle and curious, feeling Silver’s lean body the way one might carefully examine an irreplaceable relic.
Silver allowed Flint to explore, electricity surging under his skin wherever Flint touched him. It was only when Flint’s hands began to move down toward his hips that he pulled away from the kiss, but not before pressing his thigh between Flint’s legs, restraining his cock. He put his hand under Flint’s chin, and tilted his face toward his own with a swift, possessive movement. He could feel Flint’s heart pounding, his cock throbbing as it pressed into his thigh. Silver wiped his mouth with his thumb, and his devious smile returned as he wiped it off on Flint’s cheek.
“Well then, James,” Silver said with a cocky sneer, “I suppose you’d better take your fucking shirt off.”
Flint scrambled to follow the order, practically tearing the fabric of his shirt. Silver offered him no escape, keeping his body pressed into Flint’s muscles tightened as he pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He returned his eyes to Silver’s, waiting for orders. Silver felt his own cock stiffen as he watched Flint stand at attention for him. He thought he saw a glimpse of the military man in Flint in these moments; the man who Flint was unable to fully bury. Silver ran his hand along Flint’s body, feeling the heat of his skin, his heart thumping so heavily it threatened to leap from his muscled chest. Then he pulled away, leaving Flint breathless and exposed.
“ Kneel .” Silver snapped his fingers, pointing down to the floor in front of him.
Flint expertly dropped to his knees. His face hovered near Silver’s groin, and he looked up at Silver, licking his lips expectantly. Silver felt charged; seeing Flint so hungry for him tested his restraint. He wanted to forget the foreplay and throw Flint to the ground, to ravish him, fuck him until he whimpered and sobbed, tell him what a whore he was for letting Silver come inside him.
Silver opened his mouth to deliver his next order, but was cut off by a low crackling sound. The fragrant smell of tobacco wafted through the air. Silver’s hand flew to the pistol that was still strapped to his belt as he snapped his head to face the intruder, who interrupted with a low, gravely voice.
“You know, I can’t say I’m surprised you two are fucking, but I always assumed Flint would have you on your knees.” Charles Vane was leaning against a beam near the entrance to the tent, casually smoking a cigar, watching.
Vane. Silver, who had reflexively pointed his pistol at Vane, considered whether to put it away or cock it. Flint jumped back up to his feet, fuming, his eyes now murderous. Silver expected that if he didn’t have his pistol pointed at him, Flint would have his hands around Vane’s throat already.
Vane lazily put his hands up in a gesture of peace, still behaving entirely too casually for a man who had a gun pointed at him; a man who had witnessed something he was certainly not supposed to have seen.
“Oh for fuck sake, Silver,” Vane looked annoyed. “Put the fucking gun down. I thought we were all friends now.”
Silver considered cocking the pistol. What the fuck does he think he’s doing here? He searched Vane’s face for an answer. He was smiling slightly, which made Silver uneasy. He couldn't quite gather what Vane was getting at by making himself known when he could have walked away without them ever knowing he was there. Does he think he can use this as leverage?
Flint was fuming, his face red from both the flush of desire and from embarrassment that Charles Fucking Vane of all people had seen him so vulnerable. Silver moved protectively, putting himself between them. He kept his pistol fixed on Vane.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Charles?” Silver snapped.
“I came to talk to Captain Flint,” Vane replied, earnestly. “Jack found a prize; I'm sailing out with the Colonial Dawn tomorrow. I just came to discuss some details with your Captain here. However, I can see he is otherwise… occupied…” Vane trailed off, looking Flint up and down before meeting Silver’s eyes, smiling slightly.
Silver cautiously lowered his pistol. He didn’t trust Vane, but truth be told, he didn’t trust most of his allies. His concern wasn’t with his motives for coming here so much as for the reason he stayed.
“I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your fucking skull if you tell anyone about this,” Silver’s threat was harsh and honest. He reached a reassuring hand over to Flint- this was about protecting him, not embarrassment or shame about being with him. Vane, unperturbed, picked up a bottle of rum from Flint’s shelf and took a healthy swig.
“Now why would I do that?” Vane asked, smirking. He set the bottle down and moved into the room, casually puffing on his cigar.
Silver appraised him, but Vane was hard to read. Flint was braced, like he was going to lurch at Vane any minute. Seeing Captain Flint have to come back out when they were in the middle of things made Silver livid; he was supposed to be able to hang that mantle up for a while. Preempting Flint’s attack, he snapped back at Vane.
“I’m not fucking playing around, Charles,” he growled, “what did you see... and why are you still here?”
Vane looked at Silver with a smirk, his eyes flaring mischievously. He dropped his cigar directly onto the floor and stamped it out with his boot. He began walking with purpose, toward Flint and Silver. Silver almost reached for his weapon, but was taken aback when he realized that Vane was gazing lasciviously at Flint, and did he just bite his lip? Flint, who had already begun to process what was happening, was staring back at Vane, stunned.
“I saw enough to know that playing is exactly what you are doing,” Vane answered, without breaking eye contact with Flint, “What if I stayed because I want to play too? ” He turned to Silver, eyebrow raised, as he stepped close enough to them both that they could smell the tobacco mingling with his primal musk.
Silver, for once, didn’t know what to say. Is he being serious? He thought, Isn’t he interested in women? Silver looked back to Flint, whose breath was heavy as Vane moved closer toward him. Flint seemed… interested. Silver, admittedly, had thought about Vane before, in private moments; so had Flint.
Of course they had , how could they not notice Vane; all tight muscle, firm, compact, strong. Silver felt his cock twitch as he watched Vane look Flint up and down, not touching, but making Flint shiver nonetheless. The possibilities being presented to Silver were tantalizing, but he had to be sure that Vane was being serious. He shook his shoulders lightly, shaking off the impact of Vane’s surprise appearance, coming back to himself. He was the one in charge here, not Vane. Before Silver could respond, Flint spoke for the first time since Vane’s arrival.
“Charles, I thought you…” Flint trailed off, his unspoken question lingering in the air.
“Like girls?” Vane replied with a chuckle. “Yeah I do, mostly.” He looked into Flint’s eyes, ardently, as he added, “but I’m a sailor, not a puritan.” If his statement wasn’t reply enough, he reached to unhook his belt, hanging it, along with his pistol, on the back of a chair. Now that Silver was looking closer, he saw that Vane’s tight pants betrayed the outline of his hard, very large , cock.
He’s serious, Silver realized… and he’s fucking huge. Flint had noticed this as well, his eyes wide, stunned by the course of events that lead to him standing next to Charles Vane of all people, so close that he could feel his breath. Vane noticed them both looking and smiled, puffing up his chest proudly, looking to Silver for permission. Silver, managing to maintain his composure, looked to Flint.
Flint was quivering and red and Silver didn’t even need to ask his first question, because Flint was nodding vigorously at him.
“You want him to… assist?” asked Silver, making sure he understood.
Flint managed to gasp out a soft “ yes…fuck… ” before he needed to catch his breath, because Vane was already taking his shirt off and good god he was built.
Vane knew exactly what he was doing, Silver suspected, calculating as he was. Good, he thought, this means he will understand the rules. He looked at Vane, and spoke with a serious tone.
“If you want to play, Charles, I need to make sure you understand the rules,” said Silver. Vane nodded stoically, gesturing for Silver to continue. “First of all, I am in charge and you will do as I say.”
Vane nodded in affirmation, standing so close to them both, his hand itching to reach out and touch and grab and pull. But instead he waited, looking to Silver for direction.
“You understand that this is…not usually something we share.”
Vane nodded again, looking into Silver’s eyes, then Flint’s, making clear that he understood that he was being trusted with something that meant more to them than simply fucking.
“Good,” said Silver, “then you understand that you are not to tell anyone… not even Jack,” he emphasized.
“Yes,” Vane replied plainly. I wouldn’t want to tell Jack he was right about you two anyway , he thought, but didn’t say aloud. Jack was convinced that Silver was the one on top, so to speak, and he had turned out to be right.
“Good,” Silver placed a hand on Flint’s shoulder, firm, but tender. Then he did the same to Vane, rubbing his hand along the contours of Vane’s muscular shoulders. Vane purred softly, very unexpectedly. Flint’s breath hitched, and Silver grinned deviously, feeling them both, considering all the things he was going to have them do.
“Well then, James, it looks like Captain Vane is going to be our guest this evening.” He emphasized Vane’s title. This was an instruction, and Flint nodded, biting his lip as he looked to Vane, then Silver, ready to jump out of his skin, hungry .
“Charles,” Silver said, turning to Vane, “James here needs to be put in his place. He’s been quite brutish lately, and I cannot abide that sort of behavior.”
“Of course not,” Vane replied smugly, placing an arm around Silver’s waist, but not reaching for Flint. Silver was pleased; Vane fit into the role Silver assigned him easily. Vane began unhooking the straps of Silver’s belt, his keen eyes on Flint at all times. Silver allowed it, and Vane placed Silver’s belt, and his gun, safely aside.
“James,” said Silver, his skin pricking from Vane’s touches, “Captain Vane and I are going to fuck you. ” Silver ran his hand down Flint’s chest, his hips, tracing the outline of his hard cock in his pants. Flint shuddered, his breath heavy, his legs threatening to slip out from under him as they buckled.
“F-fuck,” Flint couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his cock into Silver’s hand, overcome with need.
Silver gripped Flint’s erection through his pants, applying enough pressure to make it hurt just a little. He maneuvered his face to catch Flint’s eyes, glaring.
“I’m sorry, James?” Silver growled, squeezing Flint’s cock hard enough to make him squirm. “That was extremely disrespectful. Let’s try that again.” He released Flint’s cock, and Flint almost doubled over in relief.
“Yes… please, Mr. Silver,” Flint groveled. Silver raised an eyebrow in consideration.
“Hmm…” Silver was going to give him what he wanted, of course, but he loved making him wait for it, and Vane’s hands were becoming a distraction, moving over Silver’s body, untucking his shirt from his pants eagerly. He needed to give Vane a different task.
“That’s better, but I think you forgot something…” Silver eyed Vane, then looked back to Flint. Flint was desperate, but even now he struggled to form the words he knew he would have to say to get what he wanted.
“Captain Vane,” Flint’s heart jumped, and he was unsure if it was from desire, or embarrassment, or both, “please- please fuck me.”
Vane smiled gleefully, moving a hand off of Silver and around Flint’s shoulders, caressing the back of his neck. Flint shivered.
“That’s much better, James. You are being greedy, and I expect you to show us respect,” Silver warned.
“Yes…yes Mr. Silver,” Flint said, and he was greedy- he wanted them both right now, to use him, fuck him senseless- but he knew Silver had one more question for him.
“James,” commanded Silver, “Please share with Captain Vane the word you will say if you need Captain Flint to come back.”
Vane raised his eyebrows with a smirk; he was enjoying Flint’s embarrassment, but he was also listening intently, waiting for permission to attack. Flint forced himself to catch Vane’s eyes, he knew Silver would want him to. Silver waited intently for the answer that he already knew.
“Quartermaster”
Flint rasped the word, barely able to get it out. He was blushing, which pleased Silver. Vane smirked, clearly enjoying the secret knowledge he was being blessed with. He nodded once at Flint, a silent but clear affirmation. Vane moved his other hand to meet the one around Flint’s shoulder, and pulled him in for a strong, tameless kiss.
Vane searched Flint’s mouth, devouring him, nibbling his lips. Flint melted into him, moaning as Vane’s voracious lips finally pulled away from him. Vane looked to Silver, smiling like a prideful cat that just caught a bird. Silver couldn’t help but smile back, he was surprised at Vane’s…proficiency in a situation like this. Vane moved his hand to cup Silver’s face, eyeing him earnestly, before pressing in for a kiss.
Vane tasted Silver, moving his hands to grasp the back of his neck. He was ferocious, and Silver matched his intensity, battling Vane’s tongue with his own, biting his lip before Vane could bite him. It was different from kissing James. Different from other men he had kissed before. Vane was gladiatorial; this was the kind of kiss a warrior shares with a comrade in the night, unsure if they would live through the next day.
Silver finally broke away from the kiss to see Flint looking at them, awestruck. His shattered breath cut through the silence, his leaking cock creating a wet spot in his trousers. Silver kept his keen eyes on Flint while he spoke to Vane.
“Charles,” he said, “Please put James on the desk and take the rest of his clothes off.”
Vane pounced.
He was a wild creature. Like Silver, Vane enjoyed power, but it was much more simple than playing games, assuming roles. Vane fucked like a predator. He was a wolf, a panther, a lion. Like an animal, he moved by sense; he was keenly aware of himself, of Flint. Where Silver used his words to overwhelm Flint, Vane used his hands.
He was ravenous, hungrily gripping Flint’s chest, using his thigh to push Flint off his balance and onto the desk. Vane ran his hands across Flint’s torso, massaging and clawing vigorously. He wasn’t all rough though; he saw how Flint responded to soft touches, how Flint shivered when he traced the lines of his body. Vane had been watching Silver earlier, and took note of Flint’s hitching breath when Silver tilted his face upward. Now, he wanted Flint to make that noise for him.
Vane climbed onto the table dexterously and straddled Flint. He hovered over Flint, his breath heavy, close enough that Flint could feel the soft tendrils of his long hair brushing his skin. Vane lightly placed a finger on the front of Flint’s neck, gently trailing his fingers along his throat. He fixed his eyes directly on Flint, and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Flint, transfixed, nodded in reply.
Vane pushed Flint's chin up and nipped Flint’s windpipe in a sudden movement. He left his teeth in place, barely biting down, and flicked his tongue across Flint’s throat. Vane held Flint in place with his teeth, shaking them gently from side to side, proclaiming that he could bite harder if he wanted. Flint’s muscles threatened to collapse with a rush of pleasure, and his breath hitched lustfully, the same way it had for Silver.
Vane carefully released Flint’s neck, offering a series of gentle nips and kisses, moving his lips softly up to Flint's mouth. He gazed at Flint with wildness in his eyes, taking in Flint’s look of shock and excitement. He could feel Flint’s cock pressing into his thigh, and Vane pressed back as he plunged his tongue into Flint’s willing mouth.
Silver was initially shocked when Vane sank his teeth into Flint, and for a split second he thought he was going to have to pull him away. But he saw that Vane was controlling himself, so he decided to enjoy the scene. Silver enjoyed watching the way Vane handled Flint roughly, showing just enough tenderness to confuse Flint’s senses. He admitted to himself that he could learn a few things from Vane, whose every movement was fueled by aggressive passion, unconstrained, free. Silver watched Vane pull away from Flint’s reddened mouth, growling hungrily. Flint looked dazed, and Silver was ready to have him.
“Charles,” said Silver, “I think that’s enough for now.”
Vane’s eyes flashed with annoyance for a brief moment, but he backed off, instead moving to undo Flint’s belt and pants. Flint bucked his hips, making room for Vane to slide his pants down, freeing his stiff cock. Vane eyed it hungrily as he pulled off Flint’s boots, then his pants, slinging them across the tent carelessly. He wrapped his arms around Flint’s strong thighs and gave him a firm shove onto the desk, causing Flint’s head to tilt backwards over the edge, unsupported.
Flint squirmed with the dawning awareness that he was the only one fully exposed. The implausibility of the situation was still stunning, but any time he thought too hard about it he was distracted by the warmth radiating from Vane’s tight body, his licentious stare. Flint wanted Vane to grab his cock, to feel his tough hands around him, and he still struggled to believe that this was happening, that Vane was here, and wanted him- or at least that he wanted Flint to want him .
Vane looked at Silver eagerly. Silver walked around to the opposite side of the desk and stared down at Flint, who exhaled a strangled breath. Silver examined him with a sly smile.
“Thank you Charles,” said Silver, “It seems like James is in the perfect position to take a cock down his throat.” Silver reached his thumb into Flint’s mouth, hooking it around the side and holding his face, “I’m just trying to decide whose it will be.”
“God…f-fuck…” Flint moaned indecently. Silver’s grip on his mouth kept him from squirming away as he writhed under Vane’s hold.
“I don’t think God is listening, James,” Silver laughed, “but I am.” Silver pulled his thumb out of Flint’s mouth, ruon Flint’s face in a demeaning gesture. Flint moaned. Silver turned to Vane, who looked like he was barely able to contain himself, a restrained bull waiting to be unleashed.
“Charles, start warming James up for me,” he commanded coldly, “and then you can fuck his mouth.”
Vane let out a pleased growl. Flint flushed, from the humiliation, or the pleasure- he was unable to separate them anymore. Vane brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them, gathering the wetness. He then reached down, starting to gently probe Flint’s entrance.
Flint whimpered as Vane massaged a finger into him. Vane was gentler than either of them expected, carefully noticing how Flint writhed and gasped under his touch. Silver appraised his deliberate movements, the way he could use his rough hands to be tender. Silver was quietly relieved; he hadn’t even had time to grab the oil for Vane before he started, but Flint didn’t seem to take issue, so neither would he. He watched Vane work his finger farther in, adding another finger only when Flint begged.
"Please…more…" Flint tensed around Vane's curious fingers. Silver grabbed him by the jaw, jerking Flint’s face to meet his eyes.
"You greedy little slut," Silver growled, "what did I just tell you?" He glared disapprovingly at Flint, who bucked his hips into Vane involuntarily, a shuddering moan escaping his restrained mouth.
"Please, Captain Vane," Flint cried, breathlessly, “Can I please have more.”
"Much better James, but I'd better not have to remind you a third time.” Silver let go of his jaw, but kept his piercing glare fixed on him. Vane continued to work his fingers into Flint, who writhed and moaned indecently, his inflamed cock twitching. Silver took a step toward Flint, his hard cock just grazing Flint’s face as it pressed into the fabric that kept it restrained.
“Take my cock out,” Silver instructed. Flint reached a hand out to begin unbuttoning Silver’s trousers. Silver caught it, holding his wrist firmly.
“No James,” he said with a disapproving tsk. “Use your mouth.”
“Yes…yes Mr. Silver,” Flint exhaled, his breather ragged. Vane took advantage of Flint’s momentary distraction, and pressed his fingers in deeper. Flint cried out, uttering obscenities between his desperate moans. Silver pressed his groin into Flint’s face, rubbing his cock on Flint’s open mouth. Flint caught one of Silver’s buttons in his mouth, tugging it free.
“Good boy,” Silver purred. Flint frustratedly pulled at the fabric, his task taking longer than he would have liked, finally releasing Silver’s cock with a final pull of his teeth. Silver rubbed his thick, throbbing cock on Flint’s face with a vulgar slap.
“Thank you, Charles,” Silver said. “Come over here to me.”
Vane pulled his fingers out far less gently than he put them in. Flint whimpered as he reached for his cock, needing to feel something other than the emptiness that he felt in the absence of Vane’s touch.
“James you useless fucking slut, stop that right now,” Silver scolded. “You can touch yourself when I say you can. You are being a disobedient little shit today, it’s rather rude to our guest.”
Flint let go of his cock with a tortured whimper. Vane moved around the desk to join Silver, who reached out to pull him close. Vane looped his arm around Silver’s waist, gripping his compact frame. He clawed at Silver with a beastial frenzy, his eyes sparked with greed. Silver glanced down to make sure that Flint was watching as he began to unbutton Vane’s trousers. He brushed Vane’s lips with his own, tasting his breath as he released Vane’s throbbing cock.
Flint gasped sharply, too far gone with lust to keep himself from revealing his feelings. Vane was big .
“Mmm,” Silver hummed, dancing his tongue around Vane’s mouth. His breath melded with Vane’s, devouring him in a passionate heat. Silver grasped Vane’s thick cock, slowly stroking it, just out of reach of Flint’s mouth. Vane groaned, pressing into Silver’s hand, biting his lip with a ferocious growl.
“My my,” Silver said, pulling away from Vane’s mouth with a playful nibble. “I should have known that your cock would be enormous from the way you swagger around.”
Vane let out a prideful chuckle, bucking his hip into Silver, sliding in and out of his firm grip. Flint moaned, his abandoned cock throbbing harder as Vane began to leak in Silver’s hand, a drop falling onto Flint’s lips.
“Do you want Captain Vane to fuck your mouth, James?” asked Silver. He stroked Vane faster, tightening his grip.
“Yes Mr. Silver, please,” Flint let out an agonized cry, bucking into the air wantonly. Silver met Flint’s eyes, and he gazed into them with a devious smile on his face.
“You are going to have to do better than that, James,” Silver taunted, “or maybe I will just let Captain Vane fuck me while you watch. If you are good I might even let you touch yourself.”
Flint was dazed, but managed to exhale a cry of protest. Vane pressed harder into Silver’s hand, grabbing Silver’s back to gain more leverage. Silver turned back to Vane, gently pushing a strand of his long hair behind ear.
“James almost never gets to fuck me,” Silver said with a disdainful pout, “but his cock isn’t as big as yours; you probably fuck like a beast, don’t you?”
Vane grunted wildly, digging his nails into Silver as he thrust into his hand. Flint cried out in agony, writhing untouched on the desk. He had to do something to show Silver how badly he needed him.
“Please Mr. Silver… Captain Vane… please fuck me,” he begged, whimpering in the way he knew that Silver secretly enjoyed the most.
Silver stopped stroking Vane, leaving his hand grasped around him but not moving. Vane growled in protest, but stopped when Silver shook his head in disapproval. His eyes flashed with anger, frustrated as he waited for Silver’s next directive.
“Very good James, I love to hear you beg,” Silver said, letting go of Vane and bending to look Flint in the eyes. “I think I will fuck you after all.”
“Yes… f-fuck me, Mr. Silver” Flint gasped.
Silver walked around the desk, grabbing the bottle of oil that Vane neglected to use. He stood before Flint, taking in the sight of him. Flint was a mess, spread open and grinding aimlessly, crying out for Silver, for Vane, through ragged gasps.
“Mmm…,” Silver appraised Flint, biting his lip in approval, “that’s right James, squirm for me.” Silver tipped the bottle of oil into his hand and rubbed it on his stiff cock. His breath hitched slightly from his own touch, and from Flint’s cries for mercy.
“Who do you want first, James?” Silver asked. Flint was behaving much more respectfully now and deserved to be rewarded. He didn’t want to praise him too much though, that might go to his head. Silver would rather just show him.
Flint may have felt apprehensive to answer if he wasn’t so drunk with need, but when Silver was in control, degrading him, calling all of his needs dirty and indecent, it meant that none were more shameful than others. He could ask for whatever he wanted.
“Captain Vane… oh fuck please,” Flint pleaded.
“Charles,” Silver addressed Vane, who was stroking himself slowly, looking impatiently at Silver, awaiting his orders nonetheless. He looked at Silver attentively. Silver instructed, “You can fuck his mouth now.”
Vane didn’t need more than that to strike. He advanced with his cock in hand, pulling back the soft skin to expose the sensitive tip. He teased Flint’s mouth, thrusting just a little at first. Flint sucked the tip of Vane’s cock, tasting the liquid that leaked out. Vane pressed in more, harder, deeper. Flint’s head dangled off the end of the desk, his throat exposed.
“Mmh…f-uck…” Flint’s voice barely escaped him as Vane shoved his cock in all the way, grinding with sharp, steady strokes. Vane growled, watching Flint’s throat contract as he pressed into him, buried to the hilt.
Silver watched so intently he almost forgot himself, and had to choke back a moan. He shifted his weight fully to his right leg and wrapped an arm around Flint’s thigh, bracing himself, as he pressed his throbbing cock against Flint’s entrance.
“Fuck James, I think I like your mouth being occupied,” Silver rumbled through clenched teeth, "but I know you need more than that, don't you?"
Silver pushed his cock into Flint with a slow, deliberate thrust, engulfed by the slick heat. He moaned softly as he felt Flint tighten around him. Flint exhaled a shuddering breath, bucking his hips as Silver buried his cock in deeper, filling the emptiness inside him. Swept up in the intensity of the moment, he lost his breath, gagging on Vane’s cock. Vane pulled out for a few brief seconds, then plunged back in just before Flint could fully pace his breathing.
“Do better, James,” Silver grunted, thrusting harder into Flint, “or I will have to take it away.”
Flint whimpered, carefully trying to match his breath with Vane’s increasingly quick thrusts. Silver could have finished right there, watching Flint take Vane, take them both, and slowed down his movements so he didn’t overwhelm himself. He was going to come last, he always did; he considered it a final humiliation to make Flint continue to take him even as his mind cleared from the haze of lust.
“James, since Captain Vane is our guest, I’m going to let him decide if he comes first, or if you do.” Silver said, looking at Vane with a smirk.
Vane didn’t answer with words. Instead, he locked eyes with Silver, and grabbed Flint’s arms, pinning him to the table as he thrust with increasing ferocity. Silver had observed Vane being gentle for long enough to know that when he was rough, it was intentional, and Vane was being rough.
Flint choked and gasped, a tear falling down his cheek from the sheer intensity of Vane’s forceful thrusts. Vane had decided for sure, and he was going to make sure that Flint felt it tomorrow. He felt the hot, electric pressure in his cock building as Flint’s mouth tightened around him, begging him to finish with his whimpering moans. Vane let out a frenzied grunt as he shoved hard, his cock exploding in a shockwave of fury, pressing into Flint as he came. He continued to press in, slower this time, letting Flint swallow every drop before he pulled his cock out of Flint’s mouth. Vane rubbed the wetness off on Flint’s gasping face before pulling his trousers up and buttoning them.
Flint was practically sobbing, his throat sore from Vane’s onslaught. He moaned wildly, feeling both relief from the pressure of Vane’s cock, and intense pleasure as Silver continued to fuck him. Vane, who had resumed the casual air he arrived with, moved next to Silver, and gestured to Flint’s throbbing cock.
“May I?” Vane asked with a rumble of amusement. Silver nodded in affirmation. Vane leaned over, spit on Flint’s cock, and began stroking the wetness onto him. Flint let out a pitiful groan, and Silver laughed derisively.
“Look at you, the feared Captain Flint, reduced to such a mess,” Silver mocked. Flint let out an agonized moan, and rolled his hips, pressing Silver into him with abandon.
“How easily you debase yourself for us, like a common whore,” Silver continued, pulling his cock out almost completely, before returning it with a quick thrust.
“F-fuck…yes Mr. Silver”
“How willingly you let Captain Vane come in your mouth,” Silver taunted, “It was so needy , James, you are honestly kind of pathetic.”
Silver thrust hard, feeling Flint’s body contract around him. Flint moaned and writhed under their grip. Vane was half hard again from the whimpers, and teased the tip of Flint's leaking cock, rubbing the fluid back onto Flint as he stroked faster.
“Maybe I won’t let you come,” Silver growled, his pace quickening, “Maybe I will just fuck you until I come inside you, and we will leave you here wet and dirty to finish yourself off. Would you like that? ”
Flint gasped, his body tensing and his throbbing cock getting even firmer in Vane’s rough hand. He struggled to form words, and Silver’s deep thrusts made it progressively harder to think.
“P…please…” Flint was barely able to utter before he moaned again.
Silver cocked an eyebrow. He locked eyes with Flint, a curious expression on his face. He thrust hard into him.
“ Please? Please what?” Silver mocked. Flint’s body underneath him, wet and squirming, cock hard in Vane’s hand, made it hard for Silver to stop himself from coming right there. He noticed traces of Vane’s release lingering on the side of Flint’s mouth as he begged for relief. His cock throbbed inside of Flint, and he grunted, choking back a much louder noise that threatened to break his composure.
“ F-fuck Mr. Silver…please let me come, please please please… ” Flint pleaded, gathering his words enough to beg Silver for release. He gazed into Silver’s eyes, obedient, but making his desire known by bucking his hips with desperation.
Silver gazed back at Flint, satisfied that he was near his limit. Flint's whimpers had become sobs, and his cock was throbbing desperately in Vane's firm hand.
"Yes James, you can come."
Flint was already on the edge and didn't need more than Silver’s permission to come hard, erupting in Vane's hand, clenching around Silver’s cock. The shockwaves continued as Silver thrust into him, his body shuddering with pleasure. Vane didn’t stop stroking until Flint's cock softened and he was wet with his own release.
Silver was on the edge, heat building inside him as he thrust into Flint hard. He finally allowed himself to cry out, moaning and growling as he fucked himself into Flint.
"Fuck yes James, you good little fucking slut, yesss…"
Silver gasped, spilling into Flint with a shudder. His cock throbbed with relief, feeling the shockwaves ripple throughout his body. He grabbed Flint’s thighs tight and pressed into him, letting the intense rush cool down before he pulled out.
Flint was trying to catch his breath, looking dazed as he started to come back to himself. Silver reached a hand out to him, touching him tenderly with affirmation. Flint let out a sob of relief, then a gentle laugh.
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They hadn't noticed that Vane had moved until he returned with a cloth and pitcher of water from Flint’s wash table. His tenderness continued to baffle them both, as he began to gently clean Flint off. Silver joined in, helping clean up and get Flint back into his clothes and into the makeshift bed in the tent.
As Silver went to join him, he stopped to look back at Vane, who was putting his clothes back on and gathering his things.
"Join us, Charles?"
Vane let out a low, contented chuckle and waved his hand to decline.
"I appreciate the offer, but I really should be getting back. Should probably get some sleep before we sail out tomorrow," Vane started for the entrance, but stopped to add, "Thanks though, that was…unexpected, but I think it was needed. I get the impression I'm not the only one who feels that way."
Flint looked at Vane searchingly. Vane could see a bit of Captain Flint returning in his eyes, but he wasn’t back quite yet.
"Thank you, Charles," Flint said, an earnest softness in his voice.
Vane nodded in affirmation, a slight smile on his often stony face. He left the tent, leaving Flint and Silver alone. Silver climbed into the bed, taking the time to carefully unhook his prosthetic leg before settling in comfortably next to Flint.
Flint looked at Silver adoringly, as he gently pushed his hair back behind his ears. He was content, however briefly it would last. Tomorrow, he would figure out their next steps, their next battle, and hopefully they would both live through it. But for now, he was here, with Silver, and his mind was quiet.
Silver, always so good with words, felt at a loss. He wanted to say so many things to Flint, to tell him how good he had been, that he adored him back. He wanted to tell Flint that their nights together meant so much to him- that he meant so much to him. But none of those words came out. Instead, Silver gazed back at Flint, drinking in the moment, the sound of Flint’s breath, the feeling of his warm body next to his.
When Silver finally opened his mouth to speak, Flint gently placed his finger on his lips, before leaning in for a soft, searching kiss.
Silver hummed, matching the gentle flicks of Flint’s tongue, softly sucking his bottom lip, his breath hitching. He cupped Flint’s face in his hands, breathing in the tender moment; one without captains or quartermasters or power or submission. Right now, they were just two men, just Flint and Silver, or James and John, or whoever they really were underneath the stories they created for themselves. Right now, there was only this moment, this kiss, and they would make it count.