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Title: Pirate Prince, Part 2
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orli; David/Karl
Warning: Alternate Universe
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them; don't know them. All this is a figment of my sick imagination.
Summary: Karl & Orli = pirates; David & Viggo = navy officers. A tale of unlikely attraction between very different people
Author's note: Karl/David will be in the next chapter. Will see if I get enough courage to write a love scene. Kind of more necessary to do that in the next chapter than here. I was going to do it here, but I chickened out to make it an R rating chapter.
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Viggo wandered the gardens alone after Orlando left. He wanted solitude to ponder the young man's last words to him; but the main reason was the current state of his body. The tight breeches of the navy uniform was not exactly the best garment to hide his straining arousal. Despite all efforts to curb his mind from thinking about how good Orlando felt against him, his body refused to stop its reaction to the euphoria the single kiss they shared. The officer was of a mind to do something to punish his rebellious body when David found him.
"Vig, don't you know it's impolite for the guest of honor to leave the party?"
"My dad is the guest of honor, not me," retorted the older man as he spun to face his tactical advisor.
"Well, you know he will go looking for you if you disappear for no reason, which means it is your fault that the guest of honor of MY party is missing," reasoned Dave in his best impartial, logical tone, which elicited a snort for the respectable General of the North Sea fleet.
David had known Viggo almost his entire life. Their families were neighbors in the Port Royale, the largest Naval Base in Erasia when they were small. He remembered not liking the older boy much at first, since Viggo always seemed aloof and serious. But all that changed that one fateful day when David turned six. The boy was out playing with his friends on the pier where his birthday celebration was held. The other youngsters decided to play a trick on the birthday boy by pushing him into the water. Unbeknownst to them, David could not swim; they simply stood there and watched laughing as the boy struggled to stay afloat and breathe. Viggo was there, silent, standing a small distance, observing the pranksters. When he realized what the group had done, the older boy dived into the freezing water without hesitation to save younger one's life. The moment Viggo's hand connected with David's smaller ones, a bond was formed - David's life belonged to Viggo now. For as long as he lived, the younger man would do everything in his power to help his hero in whichever way he could. Though the life of a soldier held no real appeal to David, he joined the Navy, knowing that was where he could best serve his savior. As he was the best of his class in the Maritime Academy, David was offered the choice to serve in any position and under any command of his choosing. Of course, the young man chose to be work under Viggo.
Together, they accomplished mission after mission and was considered the most talented and compatible team in Naval history. The older man was quiet and unsociable, while Dave was gregarious and charming. Viggo was an honorable man who commanded the respect of all his subordinates as the younger man worked behind the scenes to handle the intrigues and politics associated with being 'important officers' of the best fleet in the country. While the older man was an excellent sailor and warrior, Dave was an equally superb tactician. So impressive were their records that Viggo was made General of the North Sea fleet at age thirty-five, the youngest man ever to command the elite ships of Erasia. Naturally, David was promoted to Captain, though the tactical advisor never commanded a vessel.
Together, David and Viggo were almost invincible, striking fear into the hearts of the pirates at sea; with a single exception. There was only one mission the Naval Officers set their minds to but had failed to accomplish - to capture the Dread Pirate Roberts. The captain of the Revenge was cunning. He managed to evade every trap that the Navy set for him. On more than one occasion, the pirate had led their best intelligence officers and ships on wild goose chases that resulted in the Naval vessels attempting to board a civilian ship thinking it was the Revenge. How the Dread Pirate Roberts managed to do so, Dave could not even begin to fathom. The tactical advisor had to admit the outlaw had a brilliant mind and was his superior in their battle of wits.
In fact, the Revenge had only been sighted three times in the past five years by their ships; and all those times occurred by sheer luck, when their Naval vessels were blown off its original course. It was Viggo's long-time ambition to capture the infamous pirate. Since the older man was made Commander of the North Sea fleets, the government had been pressuring him to stay ashore and take on a more administrative role. But Viggo had refused to comply, wanting to be the one to capture the legendary cold-blooded Dread Pirate Roberts. Dave knew it was his responsibility to help his hero fulfill his goals. It was very frustrating that despite his best efforts, he was still not good enough.
"You okay?" asked Viggo as his younger friend seemed lost in thoughts.
"Yeah. Was just thinking about the Dread Pirate Roberts. I must have missed something really important to let him get away so many times," replied Dave, trying to put on a smile despite his frown.
"You are home on a visit. And this is YOUR party. Stop thinking about work already. We'll get him someday," declared Viggo in his quiet but authoritative voice as he patted Dave's back.
"So what are you doing out here?"
"Nothing," answered the General sheepishly, looking everywhere but into his intelligent friend's eyes.
Of course, that just told Dave all he wanted to know. With a knowing grin, the younger man's eyes swept down Viggo's body. "I see someone left you all hot and bothered."
Viggo was not one to lose composure easily; but he was not one to believe in romantic nonsense like love at first sight either. Given his current frame of mind, it did not seem so strange that he started blushing and shifting in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his treacherous body from his inquisitive friend.
"Oh, look at that. Didn't know you blush, Vig. Very handsome."
Viggo merely snorted at the taunt in response, too embarrassed at his aroused state to think of a worthy retort.
"Come on. Tell me everything. Was he good-looking? Why didn't you guys finish what you started?"
"It's none of your business, Dave," quipped the General when he finally found his tongue. It was not quite the witty rebuttal he wanted; but it would have to suffice.
"Well, you can't go back inside like that. There is a pool that way. The water is rather cold and it should help. If not, you can always help yourself and clean up there," laughed David as he left his friend alone. He would get the details out of Viggo later; he was an expert at weaseling information after all.
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The small band of twenty pirates crawled stealthily through the gardens. As Orli expected, most of the sailors were already drunk and snoring away in their bunks. The guards too slept, thinking no one would be suicidal enough to attack the governor's house when ten of the North Sea fleet's elite ships were stationed in the harbor. The pirates now crouched in the shadows, merely a few feet from the side-door of the ballroom where the masque was held. Most of the guests had left for their rooms to rest. Only a few Naval officers lingered, laughing drunkenly at each other's jokes. The governor was still present, seated at a small table, engaging in an animate one-sided conversation with an inebriated white-haired man. Beside them sat two younger men, who appeared to be the only sober people in the room.
Karl motioned for Orli to stay at the door with five others as he crept into the room. Spreading out, the pirates rushed to engage the naval officers who remained, quickly knocking the drunken men unconscious. The two young men immediately noticed the intrusion, but both only carried their ceremonial swords. Even as they rose from their seats, they knew it was hopeless to stage a fight. As Karl pointed his pistol at them and motioned them to sit, they both obeyed quietly, despite the heated glare they gave the outlaw.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Dread Pirate Roberts and I am here to collect your soul," said Karl smoothly, eyes bearing into the governor's.
The governor shuddered uncontrollable as the menacing eyes burnt into him. Seeing his father's fear, David ignored the danger to himself and stood between the pirate and the old man. "You lie. Roberts had nothing against my father."
At any other time, the pirate would have been impressed by his courage, maybe even enamored by his blond-haired-blue-eyed good looks; but now, he only saw the son of his hated enemy, the murderer of his family, the destroyer of his life. "Oh, but he does. Why don't you ask him about Ascensia?"
At the mention of the name of the island nation, the governor knew who was after his life. The ghosts of the dead Royal House tortured his dreams nightly; and now, it would seem the head of their household had returned to life in the form of this masked pirate before him. The rich baritone, the large intense cobalt eyes burning into his - the viceroy would recognize them anywhere. He knew revenge was what King Lazar wanted, the spilling of his blood to appease the angry spirits of his family and servants. Faced with inevitable death and the ghost of his nemesis made flesh again, the ex-viceroy's mind snapped. Letting out a shrill laugh, the governor pushed David aside and lunged at the pirate, "I killed you once, Lazar. I will kill you again."
Before Karl could react to the sudden assault, the sound of gunfire reverberated in the almost empty ballroom. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion in front of the pirate's eyes... a stain, dark red, rapidly growing on the governor's silk shirt... the governor looking at his injured side in shock,reaching down to touch the blood-stained fabric with one hand, reaching for Karl with the other, a stunned look in his face...making another step before collapsing into a boneless heap onto the floor.
"Father!" screamed David as he rushed to his fallen sire's side. Checking the injured man for a pulse and failing to find one, the blond man looked up at the pirates, first at the one who shot his father then at Karl, as if debating who he should charge, who he would drag down into death as his companion.
With lightning speed, Dave rushed at the one who shot the governor. The pirate was still reloading his pistol when the fair-haired man flung his full weight onto him. With a strength found only in grief, Dave reached down, grabbed the other man's head and twisted, breaking his neck in one smooth motion. The sickening sound of bones being crushed jolted Karl out of his trance. He had dreamed about avenging his family his entire life, dreamed of this confrontation, trying to anticipate to every single scenario of how this would play out. Apparently, he had missed one. He had not expected the charge of a crazed man who mistook him for his sire. Because of his oversight, he failed to kill his enemy with his own hands; because of his distraction, one of his followers had paid the ultimate price. These are things he would regret for as long as he lived, but now was not the time to ponder. It was time to act, to conclude his feud with the traitor once and for all. Aiming his pistol at the head of the governor's son, the Pirate Prince pulled the trigger.
Viggo was on the move the moment Dave charged the pirate who shot the governor. As the leader of the pirate's finger curled around the trigger, the General reached him, knocking Karl onto the floor. The sound of the shot was followed by the cry of agony by another of the outlaws. Apparently, the bullet missed its intended target but found its way into one of Karl's own. Enraged, the captain of the Revenge twisted and delivered a stunning elbow to Viggo's head. Karl then leapt to his feet swiftly, putting his foot onto the stunned officer's chest as he reloaded his pistol, ready to end Viggo's life.
The pirates now surrounded David, pistols drawn; the naval tactical officer knew it was useless to fight any longer. He had avenged his father. His duty was complete, but he could not allow harm to come to his hero Viggo because of his rash actions. "Please, he has nothing to do with this."
"Because of him, one of my men is shot. I will not let a crew member's death go unavenged," hissed Karl as he cocked his pistol, aiming at the dark-haired officer's head. "But don't worry. You will soon rejoin your lover in death."
"NO!"
All heads turned towards the side-door of the ballroom. "Please, don't," whispered Orli as he rushed to take Karl's arm, forcing him to point the gun away from Viggo.
The voice, Viggo would recognize it anywhere...Orlando. But why is the mysterious beauty here, speaking with the 'Dread Pirate Roberts' with such familiarity. There was no fear in the young man's voice, only resolve.
"Move. I will not let anyone get in the way of my revenge, not even you," said the captain of the Revenge as he flung Orli's hand off his arm and raised his pistol once more.
"All right. Then shoot," replied the young man as he shifted to stand over the fallen officer and forced Karl's hand into pointing the pistol at his chest. All the while, Orli held the older man's gaze, unafraid and firm, willing to accept whatever decision his captain made.
Karl would never hurt Orli. The young one was like his brother. If anything, Karl would die protecting the little one. Suddenly, it dawned on the Prince that the dark-haired officer before him was the one who caught Orli's eyes. Lowering his pistol, he ordered his men, "Bind them both and take them aboard with us. Orli and I will discuss what will be the suitable punishment for these two."
The pirates did as they were ordered. Though they would like to see both Naval Officers dead, they respected their captain. Besides, it was a very curious sight to see their first-mate, the ruthless Orli Bloom asking for mercy. They could not help but wondered about the young man's behavior. But regardless, as their first-mate seemed to want the two prisoners unharmed, the pirates were careful to be extra gentle with them. While outsiders feared the 'Dread Pirate Roberts', the crew of the Revenge knew better. Karl was lenient to a fault for a pirate; Orli was the one who was harsh and cold as ice, so much so that even the crew shared a healthy dose of fear for the dark-haired beauty.
It was Orli who kept the fear of the "Dread Pirate" alive, despite Karl's propensity for mercy. For the past five years, none who ever slighted the captain of the Revenge had ever survived; the young first-mate ascertained each found a gruesome death. When they boarded the ships of their victims, Orli would make examples out of the few guards they killed, guaranteeing that the survivors would not remember the sympathy Karl showed over the horrible, bloody carnage the pirates caused.
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Karl had been watching his young friend since he ordered the Naval Officers to be brought aboard the Revenge. Though Orli was trying to hide it, the captain noticed the small smile on his face of relieve on his face when Karl spared Viggo. The young man was genuinely attracted to the dark-haired officer; so much so that it was showing through his carefully cultivated mask of apathy. Karl knew then that he had made the right choice. By putting aside his need for a thorough revenge, the little one would finally have a chance at happiness. After all the young man had been through, he deserved only the best. Karl would see to it that Orli got his heart's desire.
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Ten thousand things were going through Viggo's mind as he was carried in a sack back to the pirates' ship. Most of them were rather incoherent, perhaps threats of what he would do when his fleet found the outlaws. But one thing, or more appropriately, one person, stood out - Orlando. The Dread Pirate Roberts called Orlando Orli, said they would decide Viggo and David's fate together. That could only mean one thing, that Orlando was Orli Bloom, the first-mate of the Revenge. Things should make sense, yet they did not. The young pirate must have been at the house as a spy, but why then would he ask Viggo to be careful? The general knew that if his heart and body were not so distracted by the dark-haired beauty, he would have recognized the warning and expected an attack. And why would Orli risk his life to beg Roberts for mercy?
There was only one explanation - that the young man cared for him, that Orlando was as affected by their kiss as he was. Never before had such simple contact affected Viggo this way, the heat of the kiss a conflagration that threatened to consume his soul. The thought that Orlando returned his feelings was extremely pleasing; but the fact that he wanted the pirate's affections disturbed Viggo greatly. He was the Commander of the North Sea Fleet; the young man, no matter how beautiful, was a wanted pirate, an infamous one at that. He would not have any feelings other than contempt and disgust for the outlaw. He had vowed to rid the seas of these scoundrels, and he would not condone the crimes the young pirate had committed. Whatever tenderness he felt for Orli, he would stomp down mercilessly. As much as Viggo hated the idea, he would discuss the situation with David. Perhaps the tactician could use this information when formulating their strategies against the enemies.
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Orli could feel Karl's eyes on him the entire trip back to the Revenge. It came as no surprise that the captain requested a private meeting the moment the ship sailed safely out of the harbor with its two prisoners on board. The young man was not looking forward to this conversation in particular. He was sure that Karl knew of his affections for Viggo. But things were different now. The officer knew Orlando was a pirate. Viggo was an honorable man; the officer would feel nothing more than contempt for him. Whatever hope Orli had of being with the man who captured his heart was lost forever. He did not want to listen to Karl urge him on to pursue a relationship with Viggo. It would only make the pain worse.
"Karl, I know what you are going to say. And I am asking you not to say it," said Orli as he flopped onto the small sofa in his captain's study.
"Why not? You love him, don't you?" asked the captain with a frown. Things had gone horribly wrong tonight. Not only were two of his men dead, Orli could not leave his crew to be with the navy officer he fancied either. But, Karl was determined to fix this to the best of his abilities.
"Because it won't work. I am a pirate. He is a General in the Navy," sighed the younger man, trying to ignore the mounting ache in his heart as he stated the obvious.
"You don't have to be a pirate," whispered Karl as he moved to pour himself and his friend a drink.
"Karl, please don't start that again. Pirating is the only thing I am good at," replied the dark-haired man softly as he emptied the glass of whisky in one gulp.
"That is not true. You are the most intelligent person I have ever known, not to mention the best swordsman. We both know there is nothing you cannot learn if you put your mind to it," rebuked the older man, shaking his head as he too downed his glass of liquor. He knew alcohol slightly softened Orli's defenses; perhaps this conversation would be easier if they took a few more shots first.
"I am not leaving you," vowed Orli, shaking his head resolutely as he held Karl's eyes captive in a smoldering gaze.
"Orli, I did not save you from those pirates so you could chain yourself to me your entire life. I want you to be happy," said Karl, holding those chocolate eyes with an intense gaze of his own.
"I am happy as long as I can help you," continued the younger man, determined not to shrink back from his captain's probing eyes. Karl's gaze could be like a blue flame at times, so penetrating that it hurt to look, searing into a person's soul, stripping him naked within seconds. But Orli was not one to be intimidated; his former mentor was not the only one who could play this game.
"You have done more than enough for me already. It's not too late. I can let you and our two prisoners off at the next port. You can find a new life and pretend you never knew me. I am sure he will help you."
"I am not ashamed of who I am, Karl. I may be a pirate, but I can look at my own reflection and say that I have tried my best in the trials fate threw at me. I don't regret the choices I have made. Being a pirate may not be something I am proud of, but I cannot live a lie for the rest of my life, even if it means losing Viggo."
"I see," sighed Karl as he lowered his eyes in defeat. He knew there was no changing Orli's mind. But he was not about to watch his friend suffer in silence. He knew that if Viggo were genuinely attracted to Orlando as a person, they would find a way to be together despite their differences. As much as Karl would like to deny it, he was a romantic at heart who believed in the power of love. "At least talk to him, okay?"
"Why?" asked Orli as he poured another round of drinks. He felt drained after the contest of will with Karl. He could not think of anything better than drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
"Because you never know unless you try, little one," explained the older man, trying to sound as sage as possible.
"I am NOT little. Have you forgotten that I am the one who built you a 'kingdom' on the High Seas?" retorted Orli, puffing up his chest as he downed his liquor and brought the glass down with a thud.
"No, but I think you are too cynical and hard-hearted for your own good," replied Karl, knowing the other man's indignation was all an act to cover up the hurt he felt inside.
"Sometimes, failing hurt so much that it's better not to try, Karl," replied Orlando, eyes downcast, looking much older than his twenty-five years.
"Well, that's just the crux of this, isn't it? How much do you trust your own initial judgment? You obviously thought him worthy when you gave him your heart. The question is whether your definition of 'worthy' includes accepting you for who you are, right?" asked Karl, rhetorically, knowing that this would bother his young, intelligent friend for the rest of the night. Before another word was said, the pirate captain added, "I am tired. I think I will sleep now. Goodnight," as he stood and walked into his adjourning bedroom.
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"You are joking," said David incredulously as his friend recounted his tale. The two officers were taken on board the Revenge, but instead of being thrown bound hands and feet into the ship's prison, they were brought into a nice little room with a bunk bed. The pirate guards even cut their bonds and gruffly that if they wanted anything, just yell for them. The tactical advisor were surprised at the outlaws generous treatment and was certain the Dread Pirate must have something terrible in mind; but that was before Viggo spoke to him about Orlando.
"No, I am sure he likes me. He even risked his life to save me from Roberts. There is no other explanation for it," reasoned the general quietly. He was certain that discussing this with his younger friend was the right thing to do. Yet, he could not help feeling guilty, like he was betraying Orlando's trust.
"True enough. In this case, our next step is pretty obvious," commented the blond man, looking expectantly at his hero.
"Which is?" asked the older man, feeling all of a sudden uncomfortable at David's meaningful gaze.
"Seducing him," replied David as he looked Viggo squarely in the eyes.
"No! I am a soldier, a Navy officer. I am not going to sleep with him just so we can escape," protested Viggo. He could not do this, not just because his pride and principles, but also because of Orlando. He might not permit himself for having feelings for the pirate, but he did not wish to hurt him deliberately either.
"Vig, you are planning to bed him anyway. Why not do it in such a way that will guarantee our escape, maybe even the capture of the Dread Pirate?"
"I..."
His protest was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. The sound was followed by a beautiful, lilting voice asking, "Can I come in?"
Both officers recognized the voice at once. Before Viggo could say 'no', David answered aloud, "Sure. After all, you have the key."
The door opened to reveal an exquisite dark-haired youth. It was the first time Viggo saw Orlando without a mask; when he first met the young man at the masque ball, he thought him the most beautiful sight in the world. But apparently, he was wrong. Standing before him was an angel fallen onto earth, temptation made flesh. Dark curls framed an exquisitely sculpted face; large, expressive chocolate eyes peered shyly at him; plush, rosy lips parted slightly in subtle invitation, waiting to be claimed. The simple beige shirt complimented Orlando's smooth olive skin, his lean, supple chest silhouetted in the thin linen. Tight breeches of brown leather hugged his legs intimately, giving a clear show of the lithe muscles underneath. Despite his resolve, Viggo found himself stepping closer to the young pirate, like a man drawn into the sea by the siren's song.
The spell was broken when the beauty spoke. "Viggo, can I speak with you in private?"
Viggo was jolted back to their harsh reality. He was a prisoner, and this seductive creature was one of his enemies. He had only two choices - to do his duty to the Navy and carry out David's scheme or to hang on to his principles and refuse the invitation. Harboring romantic delusions about Orlando was not an option. As he hesitated, Orli quickly added, "If you don't want to talk to me, it's okay. I will leave now."
The young pirate knew he sounded shakily than he would like. But it hurt to know without a doubt that Viggo wanted nothing to do with him now. How the others would laugh if they could see him now, the unflappable, icy Orli reduced to an uncertain fool who was stupid enough to keep his hope of Viggo returning his feelings alive. He still could not believe he was naïve enough to come here. He never knew he could be such a hopeless romantic at heart.
"No! I will go with you," answered Viggo without thought, responding only to his need to ease the hurt he detected in the beauty's voice. It was not until he heard his own voice speaking the words that he began to chastise himself. Viggo would make sure that all they do tonight was talk, even if it killed him.
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As he stood alone with the object of his affection in his small study, Orli knew this was a very bad idea. His heart was pounding so fast that all he could hear was the roar of his own blood as it rushed through his veins. The young pirate could not remember ever being this nervous or scared, not even when he faced his tormentors for the first time as a ten year-old child. At least, back then, he had no choice but to accept the torture; at least, he could say he was a guiltless victim for all the pain he endured. Now he had a choice, and he had deliberately chosen to risk everything, to trust this man with his heart. This time if he suffered, he would have no one to blame but himself.
And if Viggo rejected him, he knew it would hurt a thousand times more than what those pirates did to him. He had never truly healed from the traumatic experiences of his childhood; there was very little left of him that was still capable of believing there was still good in this world, that there were some people worth caring for. His long years with Karl had helped heal his heart a bit; but Orli was still reluctant to feel, reluctant to trust. To fall for a man like he did for Viggo was beyond his wildest dreams. Yet, it had happened; and if the officer broke his heart, Orlando knew it would never mend.
"You wanted to talk to me?" asked Viggo, trying to sound impersonal. His manhood was throbbing, excited to the point of pain by the proximity of the dark-haired beauty. But he vowed he would not use Orli's feelings to achieve his plans. He would not give into his desires, no matter what happens.
Orlando found that his heart ached at the older man's aloof tone. After all long while, he dared a glance at Viggo and stuttered, "I just wanted to tell you that we are not as bad as you think."
"No?" prompted the officer, wanting to hear about Orli's background, hoping that the youth was forced into piracy. If that was the case, he could forgive the young man. If the crew of the Revenge were brought to justice, he would plead for mercy on Orlando's behalf.
"Karl is actually the Prince of Ascensia. His entire family was murdered by the governor when he was just a babe. He was just avenging them tonight," explained Orlando. It was much easier to talk about Karl. He wanted Viggo to understand that his captain had a right to seek revenge against David's father. Besides, he knew his friend wanted to retire; if the general sympathized with the pirate, Karl would have a much better chance of finding a new life in peace.
Viggo found himself jealous as he listened to Orli talk about the pirate captain. The worship in the youth's voice was unmistakable. He could not help wondering if the two were lovers. Acting more rashly than he ever remembered, Viggo spoke, "I am not interested in the excuses for storming the party and taking us hostage tonight. Nothing you say can justify the murder of David's father."
"I see," whispered Orlando, turning away to hide the tears threatening to form. This was a stupid idea. He should have trusted his original assessment. He was the tactician of the ship after all. He should never have let Karl talked him into doubting his own judgment. He knew Karl tended to be the idealist, despite being the 'Dread Pirate Roberts'.
Viggo immediately regretted his words. He could sense the widening gulf between them as Orlando moved away and Viggo hated it. The officer never noticed until this moment how intimate their previous conversation had been. The young man was giving him a glimpse into his soul, letting him see his vulnerability when he stuttered, his innocence and youth when he spoke of Karl. In his own subtle way, Orli was showing that he trusted Viggo, that he would be willing to give the older man a chance if he wanted it.
Before Viggo realized what he was doing, he had moved behind the dark-haired beauty and gathered him in a loose embrace. Orlando spun to face him; chocolate eyes regarding him with so much sadness and loneliness that it broke the older man's heart. At that moment, nothing else mattered; all Viggo knew was that he needed to erase the suffering from those exquisite brown eyes. Tightening his embrace, the officer brought his lips down gently onto the pirate's. Orlando was pliant in his arms, allowing him to explore his delectable mouth and touch his perfect body as he pleased.
Moaning softly, the young pirate brought his hands onto Viggo's chest, needing to feel the other man's heat to ensure this was not a dream. When the officer groaned in response and grinded their hips together, there were no longer any doubts in Orli's mind this was real and Viggo wanted him. As the older man continued to kiss the breath out of him, it was becoming increasingly difficult to think with the pleasure coursing through his body. He had never felt so wanted or aroused in his entire life. This was what he wanted, not just for a night, but for as long as he lived.
Unluckily, the very thought of their future ruined the perfection of the moment. Lust and love were two different things. The officer might desire him, but he probably did not care for him at all. He would not be able to bear the other man leaving him when Viggo tired of him. Gathering what was left of his strength, Orlando pushed himself free of the other man's embrace. "We cannot do this."
"Why?" asked a breathless Viggo; all schemes and thoughts were thrown out the door the moment his lips met Orlando's. He knew the young man needed comfort, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to provide it. He wanted to be the one to hold Orlando through the night and whispered to him that everything would be all right as long as they were together.
"You are a Navy Officer. I am a pirate. I..." protested Orlando, staring resolutely at the floor, not wanting the older man to see his moisture shimmering in his eyes.
He never had the chance to finish his statement as Viggo lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. As gray-blue eyes held his warmly, the officer spoke in a heart-felt whisper, "Please, Orlando, trust me."
How could anyone refuse such a sincere request from that handsome man? Orlando wondered why his knees did not buckle when Viggo looked at him with so much feeling effusing from his eyes. Viggo cared about him! Too overjoyed to speak, all the young pirate could do was give a small nod of assent and licked his lips to prepare for more of the sensory onslaught that the older man brought.
Viggo lost no time in reclaiming the young beauty's lips once more. Tongue thrusting boldly into Orlando's willing mouth, the older man could feel his manhood twitch in anticipation of what was to come. As the pirate began to kiss him back in earnest, Viggo groaned, getting more aroused than he thought possible. Deciding that they were both wearing too much clothes, his hands relinquished their hold on Orlando's hips and moved to his waist to tug his shirt free. With minimal interruption to the rhythmic tango of their tongues, he pulled the younger man's shirt over his head and discarded it onto the floor.
Realizing Viggo's intentions, Orlando stopped his exploration of the other man's chest as nimble fingers began to unbutton the officer's uniform. Within minutes, the said garment joined the young man's shirt on the floor. As he tugged impatiently at the sash on Viggo's waist, the other man's hands had returned to his buttocks and were gently lifting him off the ground. Instinctively, Orlando wrapped his legs around his lover and allowed himself to be carried to their destination - his bed in the adjourning room. Tonight he would have what he wanted, what he thought he could never have. Tonight, Orlando would feel how it was to be loved.
Author: Estella Greenleaf
Pairing: Viggo/Orli; David/Karl
Warning: Alternate Universe
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them; don't know them. All this is a figment of my sick imagination.
Summary: Karl & Orli = pirates; David & Viggo = navy officers. A tale of unlikely attraction between very different people
Author's note: Karl/David will be in the next chapter. Will see if I get enough courage to write a love scene. Kind of more necessary to do that in the next chapter than here. I was going to do it here, but I chickened out to make it an R rating chapter.
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Viggo wandered the gardens alone after Orlando left. He wanted solitude to ponder the young man's last words to him; but the main reason was the current state of his body. The tight breeches of the navy uniform was not exactly the best garment to hide his straining arousal. Despite all efforts to curb his mind from thinking about how good Orlando felt against him, his body refused to stop its reaction to the euphoria the single kiss they shared. The officer was of a mind to do something to punish his rebellious body when David found him.
"Vig, don't you know it's impolite for the guest of honor to leave the party?"
"My dad is the guest of honor, not me," retorted the older man as he spun to face his tactical advisor.
"Well, you know he will go looking for you if you disappear for no reason, which means it is your fault that the guest of honor of MY party is missing," reasoned Dave in his best impartial, logical tone, which elicited a snort for the respectable General of the North Sea fleet.
David had known Viggo almost his entire life. Their families were neighbors in the Port Royale, the largest Naval Base in Erasia when they were small. He remembered not liking the older boy much at first, since Viggo always seemed aloof and serious. But all that changed that one fateful day when David turned six. The boy was out playing with his friends on the pier where his birthday celebration was held. The other youngsters decided to play a trick on the birthday boy by pushing him into the water. Unbeknownst to them, David could not swim; they simply stood there and watched laughing as the boy struggled to stay afloat and breathe. Viggo was there, silent, standing a small distance, observing the pranksters. When he realized what the group had done, the older boy dived into the freezing water without hesitation to save younger one's life. The moment Viggo's hand connected with David's smaller ones, a bond was formed - David's life belonged to Viggo now. For as long as he lived, the younger man would do everything in his power to help his hero in whichever way he could. Though the life of a soldier held no real appeal to David, he joined the Navy, knowing that was where he could best serve his savior. As he was the best of his class in the Maritime Academy, David was offered the choice to serve in any position and under any command of his choosing. Of course, the young man chose to be work under Viggo.
Together, they accomplished mission after mission and was considered the most talented and compatible team in Naval history. The older man was quiet and unsociable, while Dave was gregarious and charming. Viggo was an honorable man who commanded the respect of all his subordinates as the younger man worked behind the scenes to handle the intrigues and politics associated with being 'important officers' of the best fleet in the country. While the older man was an excellent sailor and warrior, Dave was an equally superb tactician. So impressive were their records that Viggo was made General of the North Sea fleet at age thirty-five, the youngest man ever to command the elite ships of Erasia. Naturally, David was promoted to Captain, though the tactical advisor never commanded a vessel.
Together, David and Viggo were almost invincible, striking fear into the hearts of the pirates at sea; with a single exception. There was only one mission the Naval Officers set their minds to but had failed to accomplish - to capture the Dread Pirate Roberts. The captain of the Revenge was cunning. He managed to evade every trap that the Navy set for him. On more than one occasion, the pirate had led their best intelligence officers and ships on wild goose chases that resulted in the Naval vessels attempting to board a civilian ship thinking it was the Revenge. How the Dread Pirate Roberts managed to do so, Dave could not even begin to fathom. The tactical advisor had to admit the outlaw had a brilliant mind and was his superior in their battle of wits.
In fact, the Revenge had only been sighted three times in the past five years by their ships; and all those times occurred by sheer luck, when their Naval vessels were blown off its original course. It was Viggo's long-time ambition to capture the infamous pirate. Since the older man was made Commander of the North Sea fleets, the government had been pressuring him to stay ashore and take on a more administrative role. But Viggo had refused to comply, wanting to be the one to capture the legendary cold-blooded Dread Pirate Roberts. Dave knew it was his responsibility to help his hero fulfill his goals. It was very frustrating that despite his best efforts, he was still not good enough.
"You okay?" asked Viggo as his younger friend seemed lost in thoughts.
"Yeah. Was just thinking about the Dread Pirate Roberts. I must have missed something really important to let him get away so many times," replied Dave, trying to put on a smile despite his frown.
"You are home on a visit. And this is YOUR party. Stop thinking about work already. We'll get him someday," declared Viggo in his quiet but authoritative voice as he patted Dave's back.
"So what are you doing out here?"
"Nothing," answered the General sheepishly, looking everywhere but into his intelligent friend's eyes.
Of course, that just told Dave all he wanted to know. With a knowing grin, the younger man's eyes swept down Viggo's body. "I see someone left you all hot and bothered."
Viggo was not one to lose composure easily; but he was not one to believe in romantic nonsense like love at first sight either. Given his current frame of mind, it did not seem so strange that he started blushing and shifting in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his treacherous body from his inquisitive friend.
"Oh, look at that. Didn't know you blush, Vig. Very handsome."
Viggo merely snorted at the taunt in response, too embarrassed at his aroused state to think of a worthy retort.
"Come on. Tell me everything. Was he good-looking? Why didn't you guys finish what you started?"
"It's none of your business, Dave," quipped the General when he finally found his tongue. It was not quite the witty rebuttal he wanted; but it would have to suffice.
"Well, you can't go back inside like that. There is a pool that way. The water is rather cold and it should help. If not, you can always help yourself and clean up there," laughed David as he left his friend alone. He would get the details out of Viggo later; he was an expert at weaseling information after all.
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The small band of twenty pirates crawled stealthily through the gardens. As Orli expected, most of the sailors were already drunk and snoring away in their bunks. The guards too slept, thinking no one would be suicidal enough to attack the governor's house when ten of the North Sea fleet's elite ships were stationed in the harbor. The pirates now crouched in the shadows, merely a few feet from the side-door of the ballroom where the masque was held. Most of the guests had left for their rooms to rest. Only a few Naval officers lingered, laughing drunkenly at each other's jokes. The governor was still present, seated at a small table, engaging in an animate one-sided conversation with an inebriated white-haired man. Beside them sat two younger men, who appeared to be the only sober people in the room.
Karl motioned for Orli to stay at the door with five others as he crept into the room. Spreading out, the pirates rushed to engage the naval officers who remained, quickly knocking the drunken men unconscious. The two young men immediately noticed the intrusion, but both only carried their ceremonial swords. Even as they rose from their seats, they knew it was hopeless to stage a fight. As Karl pointed his pistol at them and motioned them to sit, they both obeyed quietly, despite the heated glare they gave the outlaw.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Dread Pirate Roberts and I am here to collect your soul," said Karl smoothly, eyes bearing into the governor's.
The governor shuddered uncontrollable as the menacing eyes burnt into him. Seeing his father's fear, David ignored the danger to himself and stood between the pirate and the old man. "You lie. Roberts had nothing against my father."
At any other time, the pirate would have been impressed by his courage, maybe even enamored by his blond-haired-blue-eyed good looks; but now, he only saw the son of his hated enemy, the murderer of his family, the destroyer of his life. "Oh, but he does. Why don't you ask him about Ascensia?"
At the mention of the name of the island nation, the governor knew who was after his life. The ghosts of the dead Royal House tortured his dreams nightly; and now, it would seem the head of their household had returned to life in the form of this masked pirate before him. The rich baritone, the large intense cobalt eyes burning into his - the viceroy would recognize them anywhere. He knew revenge was what King Lazar wanted, the spilling of his blood to appease the angry spirits of his family and servants. Faced with inevitable death and the ghost of his nemesis made flesh again, the ex-viceroy's mind snapped. Letting out a shrill laugh, the governor pushed David aside and lunged at the pirate, "I killed you once, Lazar. I will kill you again."
Before Karl could react to the sudden assault, the sound of gunfire reverberated in the almost empty ballroom. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion in front of the pirate's eyes... a stain, dark red, rapidly growing on the governor's silk shirt... the governor looking at his injured side in shock,reaching down to touch the blood-stained fabric with one hand, reaching for Karl with the other, a stunned look in his face...making another step before collapsing into a boneless heap onto the floor.
"Father!" screamed David as he rushed to his fallen sire's side. Checking the injured man for a pulse and failing to find one, the blond man looked up at the pirates, first at the one who shot his father then at Karl, as if debating who he should charge, who he would drag down into death as his companion.
With lightning speed, Dave rushed at the one who shot the governor. The pirate was still reloading his pistol when the fair-haired man flung his full weight onto him. With a strength found only in grief, Dave reached down, grabbed the other man's head and twisted, breaking his neck in one smooth motion. The sickening sound of bones being crushed jolted Karl out of his trance. He had dreamed about avenging his family his entire life, dreamed of this confrontation, trying to anticipate to every single scenario of how this would play out. Apparently, he had missed one. He had not expected the charge of a crazed man who mistook him for his sire. Because of his oversight, he failed to kill his enemy with his own hands; because of his distraction, one of his followers had paid the ultimate price. These are things he would regret for as long as he lived, but now was not the time to ponder. It was time to act, to conclude his feud with the traitor once and for all. Aiming his pistol at the head of the governor's son, the Pirate Prince pulled the trigger.
Viggo was on the move the moment Dave charged the pirate who shot the governor. As the leader of the pirate's finger curled around the trigger, the General reached him, knocking Karl onto the floor. The sound of the shot was followed by the cry of agony by another of the outlaws. Apparently, the bullet missed its intended target but found its way into one of Karl's own. Enraged, the captain of the Revenge twisted and delivered a stunning elbow to Viggo's head. Karl then leapt to his feet swiftly, putting his foot onto the stunned officer's chest as he reloaded his pistol, ready to end Viggo's life.
The pirates now surrounded David, pistols drawn; the naval tactical officer knew it was useless to fight any longer. He had avenged his father. His duty was complete, but he could not allow harm to come to his hero Viggo because of his rash actions. "Please, he has nothing to do with this."
"Because of him, one of my men is shot. I will not let a crew member's death go unavenged," hissed Karl as he cocked his pistol, aiming at the dark-haired officer's head. "But don't worry. You will soon rejoin your lover in death."
"NO!"
All heads turned towards the side-door of the ballroom. "Please, don't," whispered Orli as he rushed to take Karl's arm, forcing him to point the gun away from Viggo.
The voice, Viggo would recognize it anywhere...Orlando. But why is the mysterious beauty here, speaking with the 'Dread Pirate Roberts' with such familiarity. There was no fear in the young man's voice, only resolve.
"Move. I will not let anyone get in the way of my revenge, not even you," said the captain of the Revenge as he flung Orli's hand off his arm and raised his pistol once more.
"All right. Then shoot," replied the young man as he shifted to stand over the fallen officer and forced Karl's hand into pointing the pistol at his chest. All the while, Orli held the older man's gaze, unafraid and firm, willing to accept whatever decision his captain made.
Karl would never hurt Orli. The young one was like his brother. If anything, Karl would die protecting the little one. Suddenly, it dawned on the Prince that the dark-haired officer before him was the one who caught Orli's eyes. Lowering his pistol, he ordered his men, "Bind them both and take them aboard with us. Orli and I will discuss what will be the suitable punishment for these two."
The pirates did as they were ordered. Though they would like to see both Naval Officers dead, they respected their captain. Besides, it was a very curious sight to see their first-mate, the ruthless Orli Bloom asking for mercy. They could not help but wondered about the young man's behavior. But regardless, as their first-mate seemed to want the two prisoners unharmed, the pirates were careful to be extra gentle with them. While outsiders feared the 'Dread Pirate Roberts', the crew of the Revenge knew better. Karl was lenient to a fault for a pirate; Orli was the one who was harsh and cold as ice, so much so that even the crew shared a healthy dose of fear for the dark-haired beauty.
It was Orli who kept the fear of the "Dread Pirate" alive, despite Karl's propensity for mercy. For the past five years, none who ever slighted the captain of the Revenge had ever survived; the young first-mate ascertained each found a gruesome death. When they boarded the ships of their victims, Orli would make examples out of the few guards they killed, guaranteeing that the survivors would not remember the sympathy Karl showed over the horrible, bloody carnage the pirates caused.
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Karl had been watching his young friend since he ordered the Naval Officers to be brought aboard the Revenge. Though Orli was trying to hide it, the captain noticed the small smile on his face of relieve on his face when Karl spared Viggo. The young man was genuinely attracted to the dark-haired officer; so much so that it was showing through his carefully cultivated mask of apathy. Karl knew then that he had made the right choice. By putting aside his need for a thorough revenge, the little one would finally have a chance at happiness. After all the young man had been through, he deserved only the best. Karl would see to it that Orli got his heart's desire.
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Ten thousand things were going through Viggo's mind as he was carried in a sack back to the pirates' ship. Most of them were rather incoherent, perhaps threats of what he would do when his fleet found the outlaws. But one thing, or more appropriately, one person, stood out - Orlando. The Dread Pirate Roberts called Orlando Orli, said they would decide Viggo and David's fate together. That could only mean one thing, that Orlando was Orli Bloom, the first-mate of the Revenge. Things should make sense, yet they did not. The young pirate must have been at the house as a spy, but why then would he ask Viggo to be careful? The general knew that if his heart and body were not so distracted by the dark-haired beauty, he would have recognized the warning and expected an attack. And why would Orli risk his life to beg Roberts for mercy?
There was only one explanation - that the young man cared for him, that Orlando was as affected by their kiss as he was. Never before had such simple contact affected Viggo this way, the heat of the kiss a conflagration that threatened to consume his soul. The thought that Orlando returned his feelings was extremely pleasing; but the fact that he wanted the pirate's affections disturbed Viggo greatly. He was the Commander of the North Sea Fleet; the young man, no matter how beautiful, was a wanted pirate, an infamous one at that. He would not have any feelings other than contempt and disgust for the outlaw. He had vowed to rid the seas of these scoundrels, and he would not condone the crimes the young pirate had committed. Whatever tenderness he felt for Orli, he would stomp down mercilessly. As much as Viggo hated the idea, he would discuss the situation with David. Perhaps the tactician could use this information when formulating their strategies against the enemies.
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Orli could feel Karl's eyes on him the entire trip back to the Revenge. It came as no surprise that the captain requested a private meeting the moment the ship sailed safely out of the harbor with its two prisoners on board. The young man was not looking forward to this conversation in particular. He was sure that Karl knew of his affections for Viggo. But things were different now. The officer knew Orlando was a pirate. Viggo was an honorable man; the officer would feel nothing more than contempt for him. Whatever hope Orli had of being with the man who captured his heart was lost forever. He did not want to listen to Karl urge him on to pursue a relationship with Viggo. It would only make the pain worse.
"Karl, I know what you are going to say. And I am asking you not to say it," said Orli as he flopped onto the small sofa in his captain's study.
"Why not? You love him, don't you?" asked the captain with a frown. Things had gone horribly wrong tonight. Not only were two of his men dead, Orli could not leave his crew to be with the navy officer he fancied either. But, Karl was determined to fix this to the best of his abilities.
"Because it won't work. I am a pirate. He is a General in the Navy," sighed the younger man, trying to ignore the mounting ache in his heart as he stated the obvious.
"You don't have to be a pirate," whispered Karl as he moved to pour himself and his friend a drink.
"Karl, please don't start that again. Pirating is the only thing I am good at," replied the dark-haired man softly as he emptied the glass of whisky in one gulp.
"That is not true. You are the most intelligent person I have ever known, not to mention the best swordsman. We both know there is nothing you cannot learn if you put your mind to it," rebuked the older man, shaking his head as he too downed his glass of liquor. He knew alcohol slightly softened Orli's defenses; perhaps this conversation would be easier if they took a few more shots first.
"I am not leaving you," vowed Orli, shaking his head resolutely as he held Karl's eyes captive in a smoldering gaze.
"Orli, I did not save you from those pirates so you could chain yourself to me your entire life. I want you to be happy," said Karl, holding those chocolate eyes with an intense gaze of his own.
"I am happy as long as I can help you," continued the younger man, determined not to shrink back from his captain's probing eyes. Karl's gaze could be like a blue flame at times, so penetrating that it hurt to look, searing into a person's soul, stripping him naked within seconds. But Orli was not one to be intimidated; his former mentor was not the only one who could play this game.
"You have done more than enough for me already. It's not too late. I can let you and our two prisoners off at the next port. You can find a new life and pretend you never knew me. I am sure he will help you."
"I am not ashamed of who I am, Karl. I may be a pirate, but I can look at my own reflection and say that I have tried my best in the trials fate threw at me. I don't regret the choices I have made. Being a pirate may not be something I am proud of, but I cannot live a lie for the rest of my life, even if it means losing Viggo."
"I see," sighed Karl as he lowered his eyes in defeat. He knew there was no changing Orli's mind. But he was not about to watch his friend suffer in silence. He knew that if Viggo were genuinely attracted to Orlando as a person, they would find a way to be together despite their differences. As much as Karl would like to deny it, he was a romantic at heart who believed in the power of love. "At least talk to him, okay?"
"Why?" asked Orli as he poured another round of drinks. He felt drained after the contest of will with Karl. He could not think of anything better than drowning his sorrows in alcohol.
"Because you never know unless you try, little one," explained the older man, trying to sound as sage as possible.
"I am NOT little. Have you forgotten that I am the one who built you a 'kingdom' on the High Seas?" retorted Orli, puffing up his chest as he downed his liquor and brought the glass down with a thud.
"No, but I think you are too cynical and hard-hearted for your own good," replied Karl, knowing the other man's indignation was all an act to cover up the hurt he felt inside.
"Sometimes, failing hurt so much that it's better not to try, Karl," replied Orlando, eyes downcast, looking much older than his twenty-five years.
"Well, that's just the crux of this, isn't it? How much do you trust your own initial judgment? You obviously thought him worthy when you gave him your heart. The question is whether your definition of 'worthy' includes accepting you for who you are, right?" asked Karl, rhetorically, knowing that this would bother his young, intelligent friend for the rest of the night. Before another word was said, the pirate captain added, "I am tired. I think I will sleep now. Goodnight," as he stood and walked into his adjourning bedroom.
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"You are joking," said David incredulously as his friend recounted his tale. The two officers were taken on board the Revenge, but instead of being thrown bound hands and feet into the ship's prison, they were brought into a nice little room with a bunk bed. The pirate guards even cut their bonds and gruffly that if they wanted anything, just yell for them. The tactical advisor were surprised at the outlaws generous treatment and was certain the Dread Pirate must have something terrible in mind; but that was before Viggo spoke to him about Orlando.
"No, I am sure he likes me. He even risked his life to save me from Roberts. There is no other explanation for it," reasoned the general quietly. He was certain that discussing this with his younger friend was the right thing to do. Yet, he could not help feeling guilty, like he was betraying Orlando's trust.
"True enough. In this case, our next step is pretty obvious," commented the blond man, looking expectantly at his hero.
"Which is?" asked the older man, feeling all of a sudden uncomfortable at David's meaningful gaze.
"Seducing him," replied David as he looked Viggo squarely in the eyes.
"No! I am a soldier, a Navy officer. I am not going to sleep with him just so we can escape," protested Viggo. He could not do this, not just because his pride and principles, but also because of Orlando. He might not permit himself for having feelings for the pirate, but he did not wish to hurt him deliberately either.
"Vig, you are planning to bed him anyway. Why not do it in such a way that will guarantee our escape, maybe even the capture of the Dread Pirate?"
"I..."
His protest was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. The sound was followed by a beautiful, lilting voice asking, "Can I come in?"
Both officers recognized the voice at once. Before Viggo could say 'no', David answered aloud, "Sure. After all, you have the key."
The door opened to reveal an exquisite dark-haired youth. It was the first time Viggo saw Orlando without a mask; when he first met the young man at the masque ball, he thought him the most beautiful sight in the world. But apparently, he was wrong. Standing before him was an angel fallen onto earth, temptation made flesh. Dark curls framed an exquisitely sculpted face; large, expressive chocolate eyes peered shyly at him; plush, rosy lips parted slightly in subtle invitation, waiting to be claimed. The simple beige shirt complimented Orlando's smooth olive skin, his lean, supple chest silhouetted in the thin linen. Tight breeches of brown leather hugged his legs intimately, giving a clear show of the lithe muscles underneath. Despite his resolve, Viggo found himself stepping closer to the young pirate, like a man drawn into the sea by the siren's song.
The spell was broken when the beauty spoke. "Viggo, can I speak with you in private?"
Viggo was jolted back to their harsh reality. He was a prisoner, and this seductive creature was one of his enemies. He had only two choices - to do his duty to the Navy and carry out David's scheme or to hang on to his principles and refuse the invitation. Harboring romantic delusions about Orlando was not an option. As he hesitated, Orli quickly added, "If you don't want to talk to me, it's okay. I will leave now."
The young pirate knew he sounded shakily than he would like. But it hurt to know without a doubt that Viggo wanted nothing to do with him now. How the others would laugh if they could see him now, the unflappable, icy Orli reduced to an uncertain fool who was stupid enough to keep his hope of Viggo returning his feelings alive. He still could not believe he was naïve enough to come here. He never knew he could be such a hopeless romantic at heart.
"No! I will go with you," answered Viggo without thought, responding only to his need to ease the hurt he detected in the beauty's voice. It was not until he heard his own voice speaking the words that he began to chastise himself. Viggo would make sure that all they do tonight was talk, even if it killed him.
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As he stood alone with the object of his affection in his small study, Orli knew this was a very bad idea. His heart was pounding so fast that all he could hear was the roar of his own blood as it rushed through his veins. The young pirate could not remember ever being this nervous or scared, not even when he faced his tormentors for the first time as a ten year-old child. At least, back then, he had no choice but to accept the torture; at least, he could say he was a guiltless victim for all the pain he endured. Now he had a choice, and he had deliberately chosen to risk everything, to trust this man with his heart. This time if he suffered, he would have no one to blame but himself.
And if Viggo rejected him, he knew it would hurt a thousand times more than what those pirates did to him. He had never truly healed from the traumatic experiences of his childhood; there was very little left of him that was still capable of believing there was still good in this world, that there were some people worth caring for. His long years with Karl had helped heal his heart a bit; but Orli was still reluctant to feel, reluctant to trust. To fall for a man like he did for Viggo was beyond his wildest dreams. Yet, it had happened; and if the officer broke his heart, Orlando knew it would never mend.
"You wanted to talk to me?" asked Viggo, trying to sound impersonal. His manhood was throbbing, excited to the point of pain by the proximity of the dark-haired beauty. But he vowed he would not use Orli's feelings to achieve his plans. He would not give into his desires, no matter what happens.
Orlando found that his heart ached at the older man's aloof tone. After all long while, he dared a glance at Viggo and stuttered, "I just wanted to tell you that we are not as bad as you think."
"No?" prompted the officer, wanting to hear about Orli's background, hoping that the youth was forced into piracy. If that was the case, he could forgive the young man. If the crew of the Revenge were brought to justice, he would plead for mercy on Orlando's behalf.
"Karl is actually the Prince of Ascensia. His entire family was murdered by the governor when he was just a babe. He was just avenging them tonight," explained Orlando. It was much easier to talk about Karl. He wanted Viggo to understand that his captain had a right to seek revenge against David's father. Besides, he knew his friend wanted to retire; if the general sympathized with the pirate, Karl would have a much better chance of finding a new life in peace.
Viggo found himself jealous as he listened to Orli talk about the pirate captain. The worship in the youth's voice was unmistakable. He could not help wondering if the two were lovers. Acting more rashly than he ever remembered, Viggo spoke, "I am not interested in the excuses for storming the party and taking us hostage tonight. Nothing you say can justify the murder of David's father."
"I see," whispered Orlando, turning away to hide the tears threatening to form. This was a stupid idea. He should have trusted his original assessment. He was the tactician of the ship after all. He should never have let Karl talked him into doubting his own judgment. He knew Karl tended to be the idealist, despite being the 'Dread Pirate Roberts'.
Viggo immediately regretted his words. He could sense the widening gulf between them as Orlando moved away and Viggo hated it. The officer never noticed until this moment how intimate their previous conversation had been. The young man was giving him a glimpse into his soul, letting him see his vulnerability when he stuttered, his innocence and youth when he spoke of Karl. In his own subtle way, Orli was showing that he trusted Viggo, that he would be willing to give the older man a chance if he wanted it.
Before Viggo realized what he was doing, he had moved behind the dark-haired beauty and gathered him in a loose embrace. Orlando spun to face him; chocolate eyes regarding him with so much sadness and loneliness that it broke the older man's heart. At that moment, nothing else mattered; all Viggo knew was that he needed to erase the suffering from those exquisite brown eyes. Tightening his embrace, the officer brought his lips down gently onto the pirate's. Orlando was pliant in his arms, allowing him to explore his delectable mouth and touch his perfect body as he pleased.
Moaning softly, the young pirate brought his hands onto Viggo's chest, needing to feel the other man's heat to ensure this was not a dream. When the officer groaned in response and grinded their hips together, there were no longer any doubts in Orli's mind this was real and Viggo wanted him. As the older man continued to kiss the breath out of him, it was becoming increasingly difficult to think with the pleasure coursing through his body. He had never felt so wanted or aroused in his entire life. This was what he wanted, not just for a night, but for as long as he lived.
Unluckily, the very thought of their future ruined the perfection of the moment. Lust and love were two different things. The officer might desire him, but he probably did not care for him at all. He would not be able to bear the other man leaving him when Viggo tired of him. Gathering what was left of his strength, Orlando pushed himself free of the other man's embrace. "We cannot do this."
"Why?" asked a breathless Viggo; all schemes and thoughts were thrown out the door the moment his lips met Orlando's. He knew the young man needed comfort, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one to provide it. He wanted to be the one to hold Orlando through the night and whispered to him that everything would be all right as long as they were together.
"You are a Navy Officer. I am a pirate. I..." protested Orlando, staring resolutely at the floor, not wanting the older man to see his moisture shimmering in his eyes.
He never had the chance to finish his statement as Viggo lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. As gray-blue eyes held his warmly, the officer spoke in a heart-felt whisper, "Please, Orlando, trust me."
How could anyone refuse such a sincere request from that handsome man? Orlando wondered why his knees did not buckle when Viggo looked at him with so much feeling effusing from his eyes. Viggo cared about him! Too overjoyed to speak, all the young pirate could do was give a small nod of assent and licked his lips to prepare for more of the sensory onslaught that the older man brought.
Viggo lost no time in reclaiming the young beauty's lips once more. Tongue thrusting boldly into Orlando's willing mouth, the older man could feel his manhood twitch in anticipation of what was to come. As the pirate began to kiss him back in earnest, Viggo groaned, getting more aroused than he thought possible. Deciding that they were both wearing too much clothes, his hands relinquished their hold on Orlando's hips and moved to his waist to tug his shirt free. With minimal interruption to the rhythmic tango of their tongues, he pulled the younger man's shirt over his head and discarded it onto the floor.
Realizing Viggo's intentions, Orlando stopped his exploration of the other man's chest as nimble fingers began to unbutton the officer's uniform. Within minutes, the said garment joined the young man's shirt on the floor. As he tugged impatiently at the sash on Viggo's waist, the other man's hands had returned to his buttocks and were gently lifting him off the ground. Instinctively, Orlando wrapped his legs around his lover and allowed himself to be carried to their destination - his bed in the adjourning room. Tonight he would have what he wanted, what he thought he could never have. Tonight, Orlando would feel how it was to be loved.
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Spectacularly written but then I really do love Vigorli stories *grins* Please continue! Can't wait to read more!
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