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The big ocean blue. Massively possible in its weight.
Fresh salty air in his lungs, the tide of lulling and pulling had been no match for his sheer appetite; to take the whole ocean for himself.
"How much longer, Young Jeongin?" a smaller pirate of frame, rookie yet skilled in the art of fast swashbuckling daggers.
His new recruit extended the shaft of his handcrafted spyglass, peering out into the open sea and chirping seagulls.
"Land!" Jeongin pointed soon enough.
"Heave ho!" the other recruits grunted, turning the sail in the adjacent direction.
Minho smiled to himself. His purple shirt, loose at the sleeves, yet laced at the chest, flapped in the wind. Muttering under his breath a chant of special magics, embedded in him from all his pirating travels and duels he's won as rewards. The world, for as long as its birth, blessed itself into a ceaseless age of magical pirating. He knew to get ahead of the game. The alphas would only make it harder for him so he needed to be smarter. Only recently had he bested the nearest rivaling captain in an ambush, sinking three of his ships with metal magic and sharpened cannons. Only the best pirates may learn all the spells hidden beneath the shore sands and gruesome gold. And thus, his spell chant began, blessing his ship with the power of the speeding winds.
"Tempest's eye," a radiating turquoise aura hugged his skin, his hands clasped together, "tame thy shadow. Drown thee for spite. Sirens in the water, thirsty for the kill. The ocean rages against us, but the winds blew stronger still. Til first light!"
The ship rocked for a moment, stilling, then boosting at mach acceleration.
"Hold on or your asses will be fed to the sharks!" Minho held onto his pirate hat and the railing, other recruits holding on for dear life.
The land was coming closer upon first glance. Directly in his sights. The treasure, a blessing from Mother Earth, must hold secrets still. What kind, Minho wishes to know. Just in his last treasure finding, an ancient power in a cave. Caressing him slowly, granting him the power to mold cannon balls from the very air itself.
Fast approaching, his smile soon wavered.
As what he say ahead, fear struck in his eyes.
A pillar of jagged rock erecting from the waters, splitting the sea from deep below. Minho gasped, unprepared in time to stop his magic. Young Jeongin flung himself towards the center of the deck, trying to steer the sail with his lack of strength. Just barely changing direction, yet it was not enough.
As the ship grazed the side of the rock, smashing into the ship's perimeter. The ship rocked sideways slightly. Some fellow recruits screaming and toppling overboard.
Minho almost fell himself, dangling from the railing, the ship not quite sinking fully just yet.
"I can push it back upright with a magic wind, I just need time..." he grit his teeth, then gasped at what he saw above.
A shadow cloud storming in stratosphere. Materialized from nothing.
The Tale of Shadow.
Minho turned to see the enemy ship entering into field of view from the shadows. A camouflage trick. Dirty. Yet he respects it.
"Bang Chan..." Minho grinned in anticipation like a mad man, the lust for battle in his heart, yet fear shivered the skin of his teeth.
A shadow bullet and blast of powder shot was heard firing, probably from an enemy sniper, hitting directly on Minho's back. Knocking him out near cold, though no wound, grip loosening, as his heavy body splashed into the all-consuming ocean. Like the jaws of hell itself. Darkness covered his vision. All he could hear afterwards was the muffled sound of Young Jeongin screaming his name from the railing, just above the surface. Minho had no energy in his body. All he could do was accept it.
Water entered Minho's lungs. Everything went black.
He awoke on an enemy ship. Hair dripping, clothes soaked, and coughing up fish. Or what felt like fish.
His hands are tied to a pillar. Surrounded by enemies. Men of different strengths and skills. Recruited by none other than...
Minho looked up.
The scent of musky alpha. Smirking, and heavy boots standing before him.
"Minho, Minho, Minho...." the man looked down at him condescendingly. "Just look what you've done."
"Minho!" kicks and screams from the other side of the deck, it was Jeongin, tied up as well.
The other recruits must have gone down fighting hard, or maybe they're still sinking.
A sword unsheathed like metallic sin, resting just below Minho's chin and perching up his gaze, to glance into the alpha's dark tainted eyes.
"That shadow magic sure has fused with your soul, hasn't it?" Minho smiled smug.
"Always did have a sharp tongue, didn't you?" Chan clicked his tongue. "Maybe I'd ought to cut it off myself."
"No! Don't! That's my captain!" Jeongin tried to struggle, but the other men — Jisung and Changbin — made sure he stayed put. Jeongin was no match their muscle, Minho knew that much. He's had his fair share of duels with this ship. Jisung and Changbin were some of the best hires in this part of the world. If it were up to skill alone, well, Minho was a dead goner. But it's only his smarts that have gotten him this far. And now, well, he's got nothing.
The sin of his greed, really, not thinking of possible ambushes. Ironic, considering Minho ambushed them not too long ago.
Again, he respects it.
"Didn't think a dirty pirate like yourself would resort to such trickery."
"Takes one to beat one," Chan rebuttals.
When was the last time any of them showered. Although really, Minho has to admit, he's squirming right now. The natural scent.
"Minho! Minho!" Jeongin shouted and shouted.
Minho glanced at his recruit, mumbling lowly.
"Just don't let him see."
Chan nodded, acknowledging Minho's wish. Chan played dirty, just like him, but maybe he still had some principles up his sleeve. Jeongin shouldn't see what he's about to do his precious captain. At the very least, Jeongin should remember his captain positively.
"Take him away," Chan ordered.
Jeongin fought. But the henchmen dragged him away, tooth and nail and all.
"What a feisty one," Chan praises, "he takes after you, I take it?" he smiled, with a hint of a darker tone.
"Taught him everything he knows. He started pirating late just last year, at 24. But he's made great progress. His parents entrusted me to have him see the world."
"Ah, how cute. Don't care." Chan smacked Minho across the face, having Minho gasp. "Did that knock you to your senses? Or is there still water in your gut and making you woozy?"
Not a particularly hard smack, but it was one surprising enough to get Minho's nerves tingling.
Chan's boot hovered just over Minho's crotch. Lightly pressing on the erection. Minho inhaled sharply.
"Even if you like me so much, you don't have to trespass in my waters, right? Unruly little pirate. Crave my attention that much?"
Minho scoffed.
He pretended to not be interested. But it would be a lie to say the alpha pirate wasn't attractive. With a chiseled jawline. Black curls. Red attire and black trousers. Exposed hairy chest and muscle. Chan's sweat alone made Minho's dick pulse beneath his pants.
"You could have let me drown and die pathetically, yet you had a diver bring me back up with water magic and now I'm here defenseless and on my knees spread out for you. You're the one that wanted this picture badly, Mr. Bad to the Bone. Tell me, Chan, does seeing me in this state electrify your thoughts like a lighthouse?" Minho spat at Chan's boots, smugly smiling right after.
"Still have a lot to say, hmm? Brat." Chan smacked him again. "We'll see if you can still talk after this."
Chan's hand reached for his belt. The sound of unbuckling having Minho's heart thud.
The pirate in charge set free his cock.
Minho was gagged by Chan's cock. Unable to make further comment.
As Chan used those pretty lips to good use, Chan sighed in satisfaction, stabling his hands on the pillar above Minho's head. Fucking Minho's mouth.
His friends rallied and shouted excitedly around. Making mocking, degrading comments to Minho.
"Never seen him prettier," Changbin cooed.
"He can take more," Jisung chuckled darkly.
Like hungry animals.
Minho could spot Hyunjin licking his lips at the sight. Even Seungmin and Felix, who were normally quiet, were noticeably hard at the sight. Minho could taste salt and sweat, and he hated it. Though the dragging sensation of something heavy on his tongue lulled his nerves into a pleasant rhythm. Like sensual stimulation.
Chan went deeper.
Hitting the back of Minho's throat.
"Heh," Chan laughed, "didn't think that small mouth of yours could take me."
He began thrusting his cock faster.
Minho's gagging on the pirate's cock. Minho had lied. He fucking loved it. Fucking loved how helpless he was. Loved being dominated to oblivion. Pillar behind and pinned in place just right. Eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he sucked hard on Chan's cock. Drooling over this fine man.
"Look at you, cockbreath. Taking it like a greedy champ," Chan's insults went straight to Minho's dick. "Accept this warm gift of mine," Chan grunted, and his hips stuttered, "for being such a fucking pain in my side all these years."
Chan's cumload gushed down Minho's throat excessively. It tasted so good, just like Chan. Filling up Minho's tummy. Devouring it all down like he did the ocean earlier. His clashes with Chan always gave him such a rush, giving Minho a whirlpool of butterflies in his stomach.
Minho found himself giggly with lust, untied and face pressed to the deck boards. His ass was brought up and pants slid down to his knees, revealing his yummy thick thighs. Chan gave a firm smack to one, and Minho jolted slightly. Leaving a red mark.
"Like hell I'd let another pirate have a piece of this treasure," Chan slid into Minho's warm wet hole. "Fuck."
It felt so inviting and soft and gripped at him like a vice.
Minho giggled, loopy, thrusting his ass back on that cock. Chan moaned, gripping at Minho's waist so hard it would leave a mark, and slamming in to meet Minho's greedy pace. Pirate shouts and insults and whistles ran through Minho's ears, leaving him dizzy and drooling on the deck floor.
It's a good thing Jeongin didn't see this. Jeongin shouldn't see what a mess Minho can become. This pathetic omega pirate. Whom just wanted to be the best. Crumbles at the very sight of an alpha who bested him today. Minho can't get enough. Tears sliding down his face from how good Chan fucks him. From how good Chan makes him his.
Sound of skin slapping against skin.
Minho's toes curled. With the alpha making Minho cum white spurts onto the dirty deck. Filthy. Rotten to the core. Chan fucked and plowed into that sweet spot mercilessly. Minho wouldn't stop cumming.
"What's my name, hmm?" Chan slapped Minho's ass.
Sending a wave of extra pleasure though Minho like a truck.
"Ahh! Chan! Chaaan— !"
Minho came some more. Chan reaching over to stroke Minho's strained dick with a tight grip. Milking the fuck out of him in such intense motions. A final wave of white shot out from Minho, cumming so feverishly he had Chan's cock in lock.
"Tsss," Chan couldn't pull out, his jaw slacking.
His second orgasm in Minho. Filling up and slushing inside.
An alpha's load was nothing to laugh at. Minho could feel his tummy getting heavy. Tears leaking from his eyes in bliss. He was a fucked out mess. And he fainted from overextending himself.
When he awoke once more, he found himself on a bed in a lower room. The rocking of waves, he feels it.
Maybe it was all a dream.
He felt good. Relaxed. He tries to stretch over his head and yawns, but suddenly feels a tug pull back at his arms. Panic returns, as he notices Chan's belt tied around his wrists.
"Morning," Chan walks in naked, smiling from a side room. Probably his desk room.
Minho looks at the other side of the bed, noticing Chan's side with more messy sheets, probably because he got up earlier.
"You were out like a light. Shame. I wanted to continue our fun."
Minho feels the whirlpool in his tummy again.
Choking on Chan's cock with Chan seated on cushion.
"Ah, good boy," Chan forces Minho's neck harder to gag on his cock, pulling him off. "Can't get enough, hmm?"
Minho feels such shame, but he doesn't know what comes over him. Submitting to his urges. Kissing Chan messy. Craving more. Wanting more of him.
Chan.... laughed? Into the kiss.
The alpha adjusts their positions, laying down flat on the bed, muscular arms resting behind his head on the pillow. Revealing his armpit hair and happy trail. Minho had been so turned on this morning, riding the alpha like his life depended on it. Soaking the sheets from his wet hole and painting Chan's abs with white over and over. Fucking Bang Chan stupid for several hours. Fucking himself stupid on big cock, hitting his weak spot hard repeatedly. Bouncing on him with a round tummy.
Minho screamed and screamed, his hands still tied, legs shaking, as he collapses on top of the broader man. Sweaty, with their stench filling up the room.
Chan smiled, fully knowing he got Minho addicted to his cock. No other alpha would dare keep up with this feisty omega. But Chan dared. Chan dared hard. Like dancing with the unsatiated devil himself.
"Well would you look at that, it's near sunset," Chan observed from the window, the skies silent with orange.
Minho's head felt too light. His tummy inflated and full. But most of all he felt warm next to him, inside and out. Yesterday was amazing, but today they had screwed most of the day.
"Stupid pirate," Minho mumbled, sleepily.
"Who you calling stupid?" Chan yawned.
"I'm going to steal everything you have," Minho smiled on Chan's chest. Falling asleep and zoning off, "steal every last valuable treasure and sinful magic you have."
Chan chuckled.
"I'd love to see you try," he pecked Minho's cheek, who was fast asleep on his body. "We'll shoulder our sins together."