Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

JULY 29TH, 1666

S omething finally snapped.

Rowan wrenched Yves around by his hair, crushing their lips together in a hard kiss. Yves deepened it. His tongue tasted heady with wine, and Rowan moaned quietly as Yves's hands slipped beneath his coat. Then the coat crumpled at their feet, and Rowan's fingers curled into Yves's hair again. Demanding and insistent. Their kissing grew more frantic. Yves grabbed Rowan's waist, grinding their hips together. Rowan was breathless, already dizzy with sensation.

They broke apart for just a moment to catch their breath. Yves's hair and clothes were uncharacteristically rumpled. He grinned, looking nothing like the cool-headed captain that had stood unfazed as his ship was shot to pieces around him.

Rowan had done that.

A sudden possessiveness overtook him, a need to devour every inch of this beautiful man. A need to make it so the Deep Water Demon would never forget him.

He grabbed the front of the black leather belt, pulling their bodies back together.

"I'll ruin you," he rasped, teeth catching the shell of Yves's ear.

Yves flashed him another dazzling smile.

"We'll see."

Then Yves was on his knees, ripping Rowan's belt from his waist and tossing it aside. He freed Rowan's cock from his pants, stroking it. Rowan leaned his head back against the wall, still keeping his gaze on Yves as the man licked up the length of his cock. His sparkly eyes never left Rowan's face. A shiver ran through Rowan's body as Yves continued teasing with his long tongue.

Yves stopped after a moment, looking up at Rowan, eyebrows raised. Waiting.

"P-please…" Rowan stuttered.

He moaned as his cock penetrated through Yves's plump lips, tongue swirling expertly around the shaft. Rowan felt a slight resistance and expected progress to stop, but Yves kept going until his nose was nestled in the blond curls of Rowan's pubic hair. Yves swallowed, his throat tightening deliciously around Rowan's cock.

"Yves—" The name left his mouth before he could stop it, but he didn't care how desperate it made him sound. Yves's mouth retreated until only the tip remained inside. Rowan's fingers fisted in Yves's hair, but Yves pushed his hips firmly back against the wall before he could do anything. Rowan's pants and boots had come off at some point; he didn't know when.

Yves deliberately locked eyes with Rowan as he took him back in. Agonizingly. Deliciously. Slowly. His tongue hitting all the right places—it felt longer than it had any right to be—until Rowan's cock was deep in his throat again.

Then he began in earnest, sucking and licking till Rowan felt like he would go mad if he couldn't move. His hips bucked forward, fucking into Yves's mouth, his hand securing Yves's head in place.

His mind was so full of the sensation of Yves's luscious mouth around him that he didn't even notice Yves's hand wandering until one finger brushed his opening. He shivered.

The Demon locked eyes with him again, releasing his cock with a flick of his tongue.

"I told you I don't surrender," Yves said, the fire back in his eyes. "It has to be you."

On his knees with Rowan's dick in his mouth, he certainly looked like he was surrendering.

But Rowan didn't want this to end. He'd do anything to have the Deep Water Demon.

"I've never…" It had been a long time since he'd slept with anyone, and he'd only ever topped .

Yves was on his feet, one hand palming Rowan's wet cock, the other caressing Rowan's cheek. He looked down at Rowan with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes.

"I can't promise gentleness," he murmured, "but you will beg for more."

Rowan kissed him fiercely in response, releasing the shiny buckles of Yves's belt with quick fingers. He undressed Yves until he was standing there in nothing but his trousers, all hard muscle and flawless skin except for an old bullet wound over his heart.

Still kissing, Yves ripped Rowan's shirt down the front then wrenched him away from the wall to throw him onto the bed. He landed sprawled on his back and looked up to see Yves shedding his remaining clothing. His cock springing free.

Fuck. He was in for it.

That thing was enormous.

Yves pounced on him, devouring his mouth in a crushing kiss. Rowan reached down to stroke him, his hand feeling tiny in comparison. A small spark of anxiety flickered in his belly. There and then gone, replaced by building pleasure as Yves ground against him. The friction of their cocks together making both of them moan. Then Yves stood, produced a vial of something from the folds of his discarded coat, and returned to the bed. A faint coconut smell filled the room as he uncorked it.

"Spread your legs."

Rowan did as he was told, and Yves knelt between them. Yves removed his rings from one hand and spread the sweet-smelling liquid over his fingers. His lips found the tip of Rowan's throbbing erection, and he bobbed his head down, shallowly at first, building Rowan's anticipation. Then he went deep, eliciting a moan as his finger breached Rowan's entrance, the knucklebone tattoo disappearing inside of him. It hurt, but Rowan couldn't bring himself to care. Yves hummed, his throat vibrating around Rowan's aching cock. Rowan's back arched slightly as Yves's long fingers began to loosen him. The strange sensation warred with tingling pleasure. The wave of fire built, and he almost couldn't take it anymore until Yves's fingers found a certain spot, and he saw stars. His back arched, and he came, hot liquid gushing down Yves's throat.

Yves wasted no time—he pounced on Rowan, wiping a dribble of cum from his lip just as he had with the wine. He kissed Rowan deeply, tongue tasting of wine and salt. Then threw Rowan's legs over his shoulders before Rowan could come down from his bliss and slammed into him.

Rowan screamed as Yves plunged in up to the hilt, hitting his prostate and sending a shiver of intense pleasure and pain through his whole body. He was already getting hard again.

There were many reasons to call him the Deep Water Demon.

Yves withdrew slowly until just the tip was still in, then pounded back in, angling their bodies to reach even deeper. He set a punishing pace that left little room to even breathe. Rowan clutched onto Yves's broad shoulders, scrabbling for purchase. Something to ground him in this tsunami of sensation.

Yves bent to kiss him almost tenderly, groaning into his mouth. Then pressed a hand to his lower belly, crushing Rowan's guts around his cock to heighten their pleasure.

"F-fuck…" Rowan moaned. He said it so many times he lost count. The whole ship had probably heard them by now, but he didn't care one bit.

Yves withdrew and flipped him over. Rowan found he didn't mind being man-handled either—his limbs felt like jellyfish. Yves ran a hand lightly up his spine under his ripped shirt, cock poised at Rowan's entrance. Rowan squirmed, feeling horribly empty. Wanting more. Yves leaned close to his ear, wrenching his head back by his ashy blond ponytail.

"Do you want it?" he growled.

Rowan bucked his hips back, trying to take matters into his own hands. Or ass, so to speak.

Yves stopped him, pulling his hair harder till his scalp tingled.

"Naughty." He tsk-ed in disapproval.

Rowan wasn't used to being scolded or giving up his power.

He liked it.

"Answer my question."

"Yes…"

"Yes, what? Tell me what you want."

"Please…" Rowan whined. He could feel Yves's cock at his entrance, if he could just…

"Fuck me," he pleaded. "I need you… I want your cock inside me?—"

Yves penetrated him suddenly, pushing his head down to the mattress at the same time and holding it there as he pounded mercilessly into him, abusing his prostate. Rowan tried to move his hips with Yves's rhythm, letting the friction build. His cock was dripping, throbbing, aching for another release.

He felt the sting of Yves's fingernails digging into the meat of his ass, Yves's other hand still pressing the side of his head down into the mattress. His vision went fuzzy around the edges, but a low growl brought him back to his senses. His gaze flicked back, seeing Yves's elegant face twisted in ecstasy. They locked eyes.

"Come for me, Rowan."

The tsunami broke, crashing through him so hard that for a moment he felt like he may actually be drowning in the unparalleled pleasure. His second orgasm spurted onto the sheets below him, and he felt the hot rush of Yves's release filling him.

"Rowan…" the taller man moaned.

They collapsed into the bed, panting. Yves was still inside him, Rowan's head pillowed on his muscled arm. Yves tucked the other around Rowan's waist. Rowan's back was enveloped by Yves's still heaving chest. Yves's thundering heartbeat reverberated through him; his ragged breath stirred Rowan's hair. Rowan's eyes fluttered closed. Exhausted.

He'd never felt so satisfied, nor so content.

Eventually calmed, and Yves unseated himself from inside Rowan, allowing him to turn over so they were face-to-face. Yves planted a long, lingering kiss on Rowan's lips, stroking his sweat-soaked hair away from his face.

"So shall we negotiate our truce?" Yves asked as their kiss broke apart.

Rowan, still slightly shivering with aftershocks, had completely forgotten about their original purpose for meeting here. He opened and closed his mouth like a caught fish. Unable to think of what to say.

"Did I fuck the thoughts right from your brain?" Yves laughed, his voice slightly hoarse from the abuse his throat had taken. "I hope they come back soon. I liked them."

"What are your terms?" Rowan managed to say, struggling to think business while they were still naked, sticky, and cuddled together in his bed.

"I'm prepared to replace your burned sails and rigging, have one of my physicians tend to your wounded, and…" He eyed the shirt still clinging in tatters around Rowan's shoulders. "I'll give you a nice new shirt from my own wardrobe."

These were generous offers. Rowan waited for the other shoe to drop.

"If…" Yves continued, pausing to pinch Rowan's chin between his fingers, bringing their faces close so their lips almost brushed. His shiny eyes became smoldering embers again. "If I can see you again."

Somehow Rowan wasn't expecting that, and for a moment he was stunned speechless. The Deep Water Demon had just given him the best sex of his life so…

"Yes."

Their deal was sealed with another languid kiss.