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Billy shuffled past two of Vane’s men as they left the room in the crowded inn, having concluded whatever business it was they had with the captain. Vane sat behind a dresser in the middle of the floor and was using it as a desk. There were scuf marks scratched into the floor where he’d drug it. Though the desk had been made useful with papers and coin bags, Vane himself looked anything like a serious businessman, with one leg thrown up on the desk, twirling an unlit cheroot in his fingers. He nodded at Billy.
Billy stepped inside and walked up to the dresser. Vane said nothing but kept looking at him, hint of a smile tugging at his lips. Billy’s eyes always drifted to the scar across his eyebrow before he noticed anything else. There were plenty of men walking around with visible scars but Vane’s always distracted him. That, and the tiny smile at his lips drew his attention as well.
“Well I’m here,” said Billy curtly. “To fulfill my part of the bet.”
Vane gave a nod towards the door and pointed a finger.
“Shut the door.”
Billy frowned at him. This already getting tedious. He was here to offer a temporary role as part of Vane’s crew. He’d expected a brief explanation of his services on board The Ranger and that was it. Why did he need the door shut?
Nonetheless Billy shut the door, then crossed his arms and leaned on one foot, not bothering to hide his impatience. Vane’s ghost smile grew.
“Not a very good loser, are you?”
“I’ve lost at dice before,” said Billy. “I’m more concerned about the favor I owe you. You said a few weeks as bosun until your own man recovered from his fever. That was the deal. I assume we’re going to discuss the upfront payment I want.”
Vane’s smirk faded and he pushed one of the coin pouches on his makeshift desk towards him.
“Here it is. As promised. And of course any plunder we gain you’ll get a fraction more than the rest of the crew, aside from my myself and my quartermaster.”
Billy swiped up the pouch and looked inside, rattling its contents around to his satisfaction.
“Right then. If that’s all…”
“Not quite. We still have to discuss the favor you owe me.”
Billy lifted his eyebrows, growing more baffled by the second. He held out his palms upturned.
“The hell are you talking about? This is the favor.”
The damned ghost smile returned to Vane’s lips as he swung his leg off the desk and walked around the front of it to face Billy. He gingerly sat his cheroot down on the desk, finger holding it in place for a moment as he looked up to Billy.
“No,” said Vane. “The favor I had in mind is something else.”
Billy sighed.
“For fuck’s sake Vane. I asked you this once before in Charlestown and I’ll ask again. What the fuck do you want from me?”
He meant every bit of demand he’d put into the question, because it was clear now that the pirate captain wanted something very particular from him and had for some time. He was fucking sick of the runaround.
Vane stepped up to him and Billy gasped when Vane grabbed hold of his crotch and squeezed. Vane bit his lower lip, hawk-like eyes rising to Billy’s face. If possible his deep voice dropped another octave.
“I want this.”
Billy’s hands automatically came up and grabbed Vane’s arms. He couldn’t pull away because Vane was gripping his cock too hard and he was afraid Vane would squeeze if he attempted to hit him.
“What the fuck?” Billy said, trying to hide his uncertainty. “Quit fucking around. What do you want?”
Vane released his grip but rubbed Billy’s cock hard, fingers curving up underneath to press against his balls through his trousers. He made a show of it, humming in the back of his throat. Billy watched the scarred eyebrow knit together as though he was fucking enjoying himself.
Billy’s stomach flipped with the touch, a hot chill coursing over his arms.
“You’re joking,” he said, still unsure and hating every minute of it.
“Not at all,” said Vane in a nonchalant tone. His other hand brushed against the top of Billy’s trousers, fingers teasing just along the insides where his shirt tucked in. Billy had gone rigid, muscles tense. He was ready to defend himself against whatever ploy this was. When Vane looked up at him again he let out a throaty chuckle.
“You’ve been around Flint too long. He’s got you paranoid. I don’t have an ulterior motive, Billy. When I said I wanted you for my own in Charlestown, I meant it. In more ways than one.”
Billy regarded Vane ice-blue eyes from under eyelashes that suddenly appeared too thick and too enticing this close. In fact Vane’s lips and that fucking scar, all of it was suddenly too enticing. Vane’s brow ticked up.
“Pay you more if you like.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“No, you’re not. But I do want to fuck you like one.”
Billy’s mouth went dry. Vane’s hand was still at his cock, which was growing hard.
“Jesus, you’re blunt,” was all he could think of to say. He finally found his legs again and backed up so that Vane’s hands fell away.
“Unless you’re not up to it and I’ve misread you entirely,” said Vane.
Billy snorted. “You’re bad at baiting people, you do realize that.”
That wiped the smirk right off Vane’s face, and he roughly grabbed Billy by the waistline and started unlacing his fly, yanking it open and jerking Billy’s shirt up. Billy felt his resolved dissolving rapidly as he allowed Vane entrance, feeling his fingers wrap around the prize he sought. He pulled out Billy’s cock with one hand and held his shirt up with the other.
“God,” Vane muttered in appreciation as he began pulling along Billy’s shaft. The shock of it jolted through Billy like ice cold water that quickly became heat. Billy saw the lust written in his eyes and felt it mirrored in his own body. His cock was getting harder by the second. It felt wonderfully obscene standing there in the middle of the room and letting Vane jerk him, everything covered except for his exposed cock.
Billy felt himself slipping into a trance as Vane funneled him, warm palm squeezing over his tip extra hard as his other hand roamed down, pushing against Billy’s trousers to reach his balls. Billy finally moaned as Vane cupped them as best he could and fondled them, the length of his arm pressed flush against Billy’s chest and stomach.
“Tell me you want it,” Came the whisper at his throat, immense and powerful like the depths of the sea itself.
“Uhh, fuck,” said Billy. He had a weakness for his scrotum being touched. He spread his legs to allow Vane easier access. Vane shifted his hand and pulled down on his balls, seeing that Billy liked it.
“Fine,” said Billy. “I suppose we can alter the deal.”
Vane grinned wide at that.