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His crew had been captured, everything valuable on the ship taken. Arms tied, he’d been escorted onto Blackbeard’s ship, to the captain’s quarters of all places, by two rather large men. He’d attempted to ask nicely what it was he was doing here, but apparently they were not in any mood to satisfy his curiosity. So they waited in silence.
The door creaked open, and in stepped a man in full leather, with long hair, dark eyes, and a very impressive beard.
Specifically, a black beard.
He walked in slowly, and Stede sensed that he was relishing the drama, making a show of his own celebrity.
“Leave, both of you. Stand by the door, don’t come in unless I yell for you. Or, you know, sound like I’m being stabbed, or something like that.” He gestured offhandedly as he said it. The men gave each other a brief nervous look before following the order. Blackbeard continued to approach like a stalking cat, smiling at Stede and giving him a look of curiosity. Stede wanted desperately to show his courage, to meet this legend on Stede’s terms, but his chest was rising and falling far too fast. Blackbeard stopped at a relatively close distance, and spoke conversationally.
“I could kill you, Stede Bonnet. In fact, I could kill you slowly. I’ve been known to do that, you know. Just for fun. For a laugh.”
Stede swallowed. The lump in his throat remained. “I suppose you could.”
Blackbeard looked surprised, just for a moment, before the sly smile returned and he took another step forward, firmly in Stede’s personal space now. Stede took a fraction of a step backward but was stopped by a strong grip on his shoulder.
“No, no, don’t go anywhere. It’s alright. I’ve decided to let you live. Do you know why?”
Stede shook his head slowly. Blackbeard leaned in and spoke directly into his ear.
“I think you’re pretty.”
He watched intently as several emotions flashed across Stede’s face.
“Um, well, that’s—I don’t–”
“You catch my meaning? I want to have my way with you.”
Stede flushed, heart pounding in his chest. His voice cracked as he spoke softly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
Stede nodded slowly. “That’s—yes. Thank you.”
Blackbeard smiled coldly. He tilted his head and reached up to caress Stede’s face with the back of his hand. The sweetness of the gesture made Stede’s blood run cold with fear.
He looked down at Stede’s body. Took either side of his jacket and slid it off his shoulders, tossing it to the side. Ran his hands up and down Stede’s arms, then across his chest, pausing to draw little circles over Stede’s nipples with the heels of his hands through his shirt. Stede drew in a sharp breath at that. He wasn’t sure what he was meant to be doing—did Blackbeard want to be touched back? Should he pretend they were lovers?
Keeping his hands firmly on Stede’s body, Blackbeard moved to stand behind him, back to chest. He pressed their bodies together, and Stede jolted at the sensation of Blackbeard’s clear erection against his arse. He leaned in to whisper softly in Stede’s ear.
“You feel that?”
Stede nodded vigorously. “Yes,” he barely managed to croak out. Suddenly he felt a hand roughly grabbing his own genitalia, and that was the first he realized that he was erect, as well. He choked back a moan.
When Blackbeard finally spoke again his tone was deceptively soft and gentle. “Get on your knees for me, Gentleman Pirate.”
Stede did as he was told. Was there anything else to do, when the dread pirate Blackbeard gave one such an order?
“I’m not—that is to say, I haven’t ever—”
“Shhhhhh. It’s alright. I’ll take care of it, yeah? Just be a good boy for me, and I’ll handle the rest.” Unhurriedly, he unfastened his trousers and pulled out his cock. Stede hadn’t a clue what was typical in this department, but it was quite a bit larger than his own. He certainly couldn’t imagine taking all of it in his mouth without choking. Blackbeard smiled knowingly. He stroked a hand softly through Stede’s curls. Then, suddenly, all tenderness was gone, and he grabbed the back of Stede’s hair in a cruelly tight grip.