"All of this is dangerous for me," Sam points out, calm as anything. Perhaps it's the shock. Perhaps Walker broke something in him that's supposed to keep feeling fear. Sam fought like like hell and still ended up naked, chained, about to be used and then either kept chained in that room, or discarded if he couldn't please.
"Here's the thing. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be mated only as a thin layer of protection from a horde of men used to pillage and plunder as they please. And you're one of them. You have to know that it will not end well for me in the long run. So you can keep me here and I will serve you in your bed, and you will have to wait for the day your crew's desires and boredoms outweigh their fear of your retribution. Keep me here and I'm sure I will please you, and perhaps I will not hate you, but know you will be dooming me to becoming crew property eventually. You will have to live waiting for that day to come, or wondering when I will sleep your grasp enough to find the only way to freedom left when caged and waiting to become plunder."
Sam takes another deep drink. Lets the words hang in he hair. He's grown up practical like this. He knows what Bucky thinks he can prevent will happen, inevitable as the tide. No matter who or what Bucky is, eventually the fear of consequences will no longer stall someone, anyone. And once the first man falls, it is like flood gates opening. Sam has seen this happen. There is no place worse for it than a ship one cannot escape, trapped without the comfort of a soft, slick hole for months on end, bored between raids.
"You can use me, and if you are not cruel I will try to be good to you, and learn what I can in a single night to please you, and then you can send me away. My fate does not need to concern you. You can sail away with your crew, and know I do not resent you for choosing this ship and the people on it over taking care of me. I am a stranger, and you might not have stolen me by accident, but you are not as of yet obligated to me in any fashion. You don't need to feel shame about abandoning me to the whims of the rest of the world once you are done, as you have made no promises yet. And trust me - I do know what those whims are."
The curtain slides to the floor. In the light of the caibin's oil lantern, Sam's dark skin gleams. Bruised dark in places. But oh, he is beautiful.
"You can take me far away, and I will make every effort so I will learn to adore and perhaps even to love you. I will be yours and yours alone, and you can court me as you know an omega should be courted, if you wish to do more than get your dick wet inside of them. You can mate me and you can be free. Because this..." He gestures to the small cabin. "This is not freedom, just because it is your choice."
Bucky can't help but stare at Sam's body as he considers the weight of the possibilities the omega sets out for him, eyes roaming across skin, between his legs, up again toward his face. He's beautiful, even bruised as he is.
He hadn't considered that the men would turn eventually, despite the fact that it seems obvious now that Sam has stated it as a possibility. Also, the vague allusion to Sam possibly drowning just to escape settles uneasy in the pit of his stomach.
"We'll leave, then." He glances around the room, considering the things he'll need to bring with them. "The men won't be happy about it. And I'll need to break into the Captain's quarters, for something of mine."
He finishes his rum and glances down at himself. What are they going to do about the state he's in, though?
A soft breath of relief. And showing his gratitude, Sam slides into Bucky's lap. Tentatively runs his fingers over him. Begins exploring him. It's obvious he's never handled cock before in any capacity. It's also obvious he's happy to learn on the job. That is what they'll do about Bucky's state.
"I don't know what you are. But between this and the jewel you offered, I find it obvious you are something mighty from the depths."
Squeezes Bucky's dick, careful at first, and then a little more enthusiastically. has to use both hands, because Bucky is too big for one.
"How are they keeping you confined to quarters unworthy of you, and keeping away what belongs to you?" Sam looks into Bucky's eyes. Remembers stories of the beasts of the sea. Of the things that can slither between your legs and leave you gifts. Of the things inside the floods. He knows how to pay tithe to the sea for safety. He knows how to respect entities such as this. He scoots closer, so Bucky's cock can rest in the space between Sam's own currently soft dick and his thigh. "Do they not pay tribute to your needs? Do they not see that you wish to court a mate and cannot, kept like a fish in a glass bowl? Do they do for you what you do for them"?
A breath that shudders out of Bucky as Sam touches him, talks to him. Recognizes him aloud as something that belongs to the fathoms. He knows now why Sam smells like home, to him.
Sam's people knew. They understood.
His eyes are blue, when Sam looks into them, but there are also lightning storms on the horizon. The vastness of the ocean in his eyes.
"You don't understand," Bucky responds, and it may be then that Sam realizes that while Bucky has power? He's young. "Without them I'd be... mad. Uncontrollable." He touches Sam's arm, runs his hand across soft skin. "They don't really believe. But. They're helping me be more human."
Gentle, patient while Sam continues to pleasure Bucky's cock. Gets it nice and wet si the cabin fills with the sound of his hand moving on wet flesh.
"I come from fishermen who hold the old faith. I grew up learning to fight if an alpha touches me. But I also grew up learning that if something rises from the tide and wants to slither between my legs, I should feel no fear and let it happen. I don't fear the flood - I've paid tithe to the waves."
He reaches between his legs, gathers slick and adds to the wetness of Bucky's cock.
"You're not meant to be controlled. Youre meant to be wild and free - that does not make you mad. Nor are you meant to serve." He gently draws Bucky in, let's him mouth at Sam's pecs and nipples. Taste the sea salt on his skin. "You don't need to be more human, deep one. I'm sorry they chained you like this."
Bucky shudders at Sam's words, his touch. Leans in and presses his tongue, which also feels not at all like a human's, against Sam's skin. Sighs. "I don't want to hurt anyone on accident again." He bites Sam's nipple, gently, before pulling away far enough to pull his shirt off over his head.
There are scars, bright and feesh-looking, all over his left shoulder and down his arm. Like something from a fire, but a normal fire would not affect a creature like him in this way. The more likely culprit is acid.
He lets Sam get a good look at them before he kisses Sam on the lips. Gentle and shy, before he moves his mouth down Sam's chest.
"There is a spearhead in my shoulder. I can't force it out without the bracelet the Captain has from me. Someone shot me, burned me... I don't remember the rest." He did as any wounded creature would do; he fought back. "But there were children on the water. They didn't make it and it was my fault.
He said he was going to help me. So that I would never hurt someone on accident again."
Was it an accident, though? From Bucky's perspective, certainly. Pain and shock have clouded his memory. But from the captain of a pirate ship?
Sam moves his hands then. Shifts so Bucky can just grind bis erection against Sam's thigh and abdomen while Sam cradles his head close, kisses his temple and let's Bucky kiss and lick and nip to his own delight. His hands meanwhile, still slick from both of them, gently and carefully brush over the scar tissue. Keeps the touch light so as not to aggravate the wound. But embraces all that Bucky is in his current shape.
Shudders at the serendipity of it all. Because perhaps it was not chance that brought them together tonight at all.
"I remember that," he murmurs into Bucky's hair. "I remember you. A vast shadow in the depths, beyond the shallows. You passed by our coast line a few times every year. We celebrated you as a good omen. The fishing grounds were always bountiful after you passed. We swam in the waters without a worry for anything. We gave tithe to you in blood and treasures of the island. Newlyweds made love in the shallows to give tithe to you with their lust. Children were born in the shallows so you would know their cries."
Sam whimpers softly, wet and light headed with knowing who and what has found him.
"I was born in the same waters you come from. I washed my first heat ofd my thighs in them. I remember that year your rage destroyed our town. My best friend drowned, too. I found your gifts on the beach and helped the elders place them upon the graves. And we cursed not you, but the pirates who had been plundering and pillaging our shore for weeks. Who had forged weaponry to use on you. We thought they'd sought to kill you. Now I wonder if they sought to tame you all along, to whip you into a rage and use your guilt as chains."
Sam rises up a little, maneuvers himself to straddle that large cock so Bucky can rub it between the cheeks of Sam's ass.
"Some of us moved away. Some stayed to rebuild. But it was never you we blamed. You're a force of nature, not a malicious creature."
With the wet, slick slide of Buckys cock, Sam lifts Bucky's head, looks into those blue eyes.
Bucky's expression collapses in grief, in guilt, underscored by the building arousal nearing a peak. He doesn't drop his head but he does close his eyes, breathes in the scent of the home waters he has avoided for six years now.
He remembers playing human, wandering the markets with his mother. The old people always knew; his eyes gave him away. The children his age didn't question his presence. There were feasts and festivals.
That year had been his first, to go alone as a young man.
Sam's body feels safe and warm and whole in a way Bucky has not felt in nearly a decade. The scent of his slick calms Bucky's rage and sadness, though they still exist, waves churning in his blood, under the surface. People died so he could be captured and kept like a pet? People he knew and cared for?
He can't drown the boat at the moment but the desire is there. Breathing in tandem with him.
"I will court you. On the shores of islands like your home. It will be done the old way. But I wish to keep you. To make you my mate." He nods a little. "Do you wish this? Do I have your permission?"
Sam shares his fury. To bind a creature of the fathoms like this. To harm and hold. Unthinkable. Unimaginable. His town destroyed only to harness a leviathan that had coexisted in peace, as all.things are meant to be. Sam's people respected the old creatures. This was never meant to happen.
The question is answered easily:
"You have my permission. I wish for your courtship. I wish to say yes to you a thousand times and more, on the shores of countless islands. I will respect you and adore you and love you, and I will become your mate. I shall never fear you. And I shall have you as you are, nothing less."
He whines and whimpers softly, wants Bucky to cum and mark him.
"I want you wild and uncontrollable as the sea. I want you large and dangerous as the waves during a storm. I want you to be you, and you shall be beloved, leviathan."
Bucky shudders and sighs through his orgasm, as Sam's agreement, his promises, are sealed in his heart. Bucky reaches towards Sam's ass and gathers some of the combined slick and cum, putting it on his tongue. Holding the taste of it for a moment before kissing Sam, pressing the fluids into his open mouth, chasing it with his tongue. He does this several times until there is very little left, which he massages into Sam's skin while continuing to kiss him.
So it begins.
"I need to get my bracelet back," he tells Sam. "And then we can leave this ship." Reaching for the necklace Bucky places it in Sam's hands. "This will protect you and keep you safe. Please wear it with my blessings; it will never leave you."
He kisses Sam again on the lips, the nose, the brow. Lifts him and sets him down on the little table. "You should dress." Opening the small chest of clothes. Handing Sam a seaglass handled dagger, also. "The captain's quarters are right above this room; I'm going to climb in through the porthole. If anyone comes in, cut them with this. I'll be right back, okay?"
Sam can only nod and watch his leviathan disappear. He shakes himself out of the daze in order to grab the necklace first. It sinks into his skin, becomes white patterns like a tattoo. Sam touches it, traces the pattern on his dark skin. Feels himself leak more slick with a small groan.
He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.
He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.
And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.
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"Here's the thing. I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be mated only as a thin layer of protection from a horde of men used to pillage and plunder as they please. And you're one of them. You have to know that it will not end well for me in the long run. So you can keep me here and I will serve you in your bed, and you will have to wait for the day your crew's desires and boredoms outweigh their fear of your retribution. Keep me here and I'm sure I will please you, and perhaps I will not hate you, but know you will be dooming me to becoming crew property eventually. You will have to live waiting for that day to come, or wondering when I will sleep your grasp enough to find the only way to freedom left when caged and waiting to become plunder."
Sam takes another deep drink. Lets the words hang in he hair. He's grown up practical like this. He knows what Bucky thinks he can prevent will happen, inevitable as the tide. No matter who or what Bucky is, eventually the fear of consequences will no longer stall someone, anyone. And once the first man falls, it is like flood gates opening. Sam has seen this happen. There is no place worse for it than a ship one cannot escape, trapped without the comfort of a soft, slick hole for months on end, bored between raids.
"You can use me, and if you are not cruel I will try to be good to you, and learn what I can in a single night to please you, and then you can send me away. My fate does not need to concern you. You can sail away with your crew, and know I do not resent you for choosing this ship and the people on it over taking care of me. I am a stranger, and you might not have stolen me by accident, but you are not as of yet obligated to me in any fashion. You don't need to feel shame about abandoning me to the whims of the rest of the world once you are done, as you have made no promises yet. And trust me - I do know what those whims are."
The curtain slides to the floor. In the light of the caibin's oil lantern, Sam's dark skin gleams. Bruised dark in places. But oh, he is beautiful.
"You can take me far away, and I will make every effort so I will learn to adore and perhaps even to love you. I will be yours and yours alone, and you can court me as you know an omega should be courted, if you wish to do more than get your dick wet inside of them. You can mate me and you can be free. Because this..." He gestures to the small cabin. "This is not freedom, just because it is your choice."
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He hadn't considered that the men would turn eventually, despite the fact that it seems obvious now that Sam has stated it as a possibility. Also, the vague allusion to Sam possibly drowning just to escape settles uneasy in the pit of his stomach.
"We'll leave, then." He glances around the room, considering the things he'll need to bring with them. "The men won't be happy about it. And I'll need to break into the Captain's quarters, for something of mine."
He finishes his rum and glances down at himself. What are they going to do about the state he's in, though?
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"I don't know what you are. But between this and the jewel you offered, I find it obvious you are something mighty from the depths."
Squeezes Bucky's dick, careful at first, and then a little more enthusiastically. has to use both hands, because Bucky is too big for one.
"How are they keeping you confined to quarters unworthy of you, and keeping away what belongs to you?" Sam looks into Bucky's eyes. Remembers stories of the beasts of the sea. Of the things that can slither between your legs and leave you gifts. Of the things inside the floods. He knows how to pay tithe to the sea for safety. He knows how to respect entities such as this. He scoots closer, so Bucky's cock can rest in the space between Sam's own currently soft dick and his thigh. "Do they not pay tribute to your needs? Do they not see that you wish to court a mate and cannot, kept like a fish in a glass bowl? Do they do for you what you do for them"?
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Sam's people knew. They understood.
His eyes are blue, when Sam looks into them, but there are also lightning storms on the horizon. The vastness of the ocean in his eyes.
"You don't understand," Bucky responds, and it may be then that Sam realizes that while Bucky has power? He's young. "Without them I'd be... mad. Uncontrollable." He touches Sam's arm, runs his hand across soft skin. "They don't really believe. But. They're helping me be more human."
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Gentle, patient while Sam continues to pleasure Bucky's cock. Gets it nice and wet si the cabin fills with the sound of his hand moving on wet flesh.
"I come from fishermen who hold the old faith. I grew up learning to fight if an alpha touches me. But I also grew up learning that if something rises from the tide and wants to slither between my legs, I should feel no fear and let it happen. I don't fear the flood - I've paid tithe to the waves."
He reaches between his legs, gathers slick and adds to the wetness of Bucky's cock.
"You're not meant to be controlled. Youre meant to be wild and free - that does not make you mad. Nor are you meant to serve." He gently draws Bucky in, let's him mouth at Sam's pecs and nipples. Taste the sea salt on his skin. "You don't need to be more human, deep one. I'm sorry they chained you like this."
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There are scars, bright and feesh-looking, all over his left shoulder and down his arm. Like something from a fire, but a normal fire would not affect a creature like him in this way. The more likely culprit is acid.
He lets Sam get a good look at them before he kisses Sam on the lips. Gentle and shy, before he moves his mouth down Sam's chest.
"There is a spearhead in my shoulder. I can't force it out without the bracelet the Captain has from me. Someone shot me, burned me... I don't remember the rest." He did as any wounded creature would do; he fought back. "But there were children on the water. They didn't make it and it was my fault.
He said he was going to help me. So that I would never hurt someone on accident again."
Was it an accident, though? From Bucky's perspective, certainly. Pain and shock have clouded his memory. But from the captain of a pirate ship?
Seems doubtful.
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Shudders at the serendipity of it all. Because perhaps it was not chance that brought them together tonight at all.
"I remember that," he murmurs into Bucky's hair. "I remember you. A vast shadow in the depths, beyond the shallows. You passed by our coast line a few times every year. We celebrated you as a good omen. The fishing grounds were always bountiful after you passed. We swam in the waters without a worry for anything. We gave tithe to you in blood and treasures of the island. Newlyweds made love in the shallows to give tithe to you with their lust. Children were born in the shallows so you would know their cries."
Sam whimpers softly, wet and light headed with knowing who and what has found him.
"I was born in the same waters you come from. I washed my first heat ofd my thighs in them. I remember that year your rage destroyed our town. My best friend drowned, too. I found your gifts on the beach and helped the elders place them upon the graves. And we cursed not you, but the pirates who had been plundering and pillaging our shore for weeks. Who had forged weaponry to use on you. We thought they'd sought to kill you. Now I wonder if they sought to tame you all along, to whip you into a rage and use your guilt as chains."
Sam rises up a little, maneuvers himself to straddle that large cock so Bucky can rub it between the cheeks of Sam's ass.
"Some of us moved away. Some stayed to rebuild. But it was never you we blamed. You're a force of nature, not a malicious creature."
With the wet, slick slide of Buckys cock, Sam lifts Bucky's head, looks into those blue eyes.
"I know you, leviathan. And I never feared you."
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He remembers playing human, wandering the markets with his mother. The old people always knew; his eyes gave him away. The children his age didn't question his presence. There were feasts and festivals.
That year had been his first, to go alone as a young man.
Sam's body feels safe and warm and whole in a way Bucky has not felt in nearly a decade. The scent of his slick calms Bucky's rage and sadness, though they still exist, waves churning in his blood, under the surface. People died so he could be captured and kept like a pet? People he knew and cared for?
He can't drown the boat at the moment but the desire is there. Breathing in tandem with him.
"I will court you. On the shores of islands like your home. It will be done the old way. But I wish to keep you. To make you my mate." He nods a little. "Do you wish this? Do I have your permission?"
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The question is answered easily:
"You have my permission. I wish for your courtship. I wish to say yes to you a thousand times and more, on the shores of countless islands. I will respect you and adore you and love you, and I will become your mate. I shall never fear you. And I shall have you as you are, nothing less."
He whines and whimpers softly, wants Bucky to cum and mark him.
"I want you wild and uncontrollable as the sea. I want you large and dangerous as the waves during a storm. I want you to be you, and you shall be beloved, leviathan."
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So it begins.
"I need to get my bracelet back," he tells Sam. "And then we can leave this ship." Reaching for the necklace Bucky places it in Sam's hands. "This will protect you and keep you safe. Please wear it with my blessings; it will never leave you."
He kisses Sam again on the lips, the nose, the brow. Lifts him and sets him down on the little table. "You should dress." Opening the small chest of clothes. Handing Sam a seaglass handled dagger, also. "The captain's quarters are right above this room; I'm going to climb in through the porthole. If anyone comes in, cut them with this. I'll be right back, okay?"
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He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.
He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.
And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.