Wanted: Captain Remy LeBeau

Remy had spent a day and a half being sick to his stomach. He hadn't vomitted, only drooled and felt uncomfortable in any position. He lay on his back, mainly. He groaned and whimpered and clutched his stomach in silent plf agf agony. Curling his legs up over his stomach, he rolled onto his left side and faced the wall. It hurt and was interfering with his body's normalcy. Eyes closed, stomach turned and wriggled with the guests, his hair had fallen behind him to the floor.

Sunlight spilled in through a tiny rectangle window on the other side of the room. He could see the shiny spot clearly but, it was not enough to light the room. It blinded him but, not much. He was used to it after an hour, however, it hadn't stopped him from wishing he was out in the light instead of in a dark place with chains.

A door unlocked and footsteps descended on the steps. They fell heavily onto each step and stopped at the bottom, turning and making their way to him. A quiet laugh, deep and rich in the back of a man's throat. Remy didn't move. The man stopped at the bars of Remy's cell. "Mm, have they been keeping you company, Mr. LeBeau?" He squatted down to stare at Remy's back.

Remy lie close to the wall, and stared at the cold, gray stone that glistened with slime and mold. He blinked tiredly, his mouth open and drool slipped from the corner to the floor. He felt as if he were losing control of his body.

The Duke smiled and stood up. "I am really surprised to see that you've taken this so well. In a few hours, your wagon will arrive, and your punishment will be delivered. You'll be able to silence that churning in your stomach." Holding his hands behind his back, Carlington sighed and raised up on his toes before quickly lowering himself back down to sharply tap his shoe heels on the floor, resulting in gaining Remy's attention. He smiled again as the naked and frail captain turned his head to catch the cold stare.

A shiver passed through him and he sat up and turned around to face the other man. Arms still wrapped around his stomach, knees drawn to his chest, his breath came in short pants. His right hand reached up and wiped the spittle from the side of his mouth. Red on black eyes never left the Duke. Paling again as a squirming in his stomach became unbearable.

"It will be such a shame toe yoe you, my boy. It seems I will have to find another pirate as handsome as you to endulge in. Pity, though. Your body was quite tastey, and exciting to watch in our little 'games' we'd have." The Duke looked to the floor and began to pace to the left before turning and walking slowly back to the right. He moved like a general in front of troops about to be inspected.

Remy lowered his eyes and groaned again. "Why don' ya jus' shoot me now, eh?" He leaned over slowly to lie down on his r sid side. He blinked so slowly that it felt like a year before he was able to see again. Sweat dripped from his nose in tiny drops, his breathing sed med more and more ragged with each moment. His head touched the cool floor, and it felt so nice. The Duke was speaking to him again. He was too tired to pay attention but, the man had constantly tapped his heels onto the stone floor to gain Remy's attention.

Carlington looked at Remy lying on the floor. Thinking to himself that it would do no good to have the boy be put to death with a fever, and too weak to struggle against the rope as he hung there, waiting for his neck to snap. "Hm." Turning on his heels, Carlington walked briskly back to the steps and climbed them in a moderate pace. He returned a few moments later with a guard who held a blanket.

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Logan had taken a cabin just below and to the right of the Captain's quarters, and spent most of his time with parchment and quill, drawing plans of rescue. He had been on his last cigar, and made it last for nearly a day. He hadn't eaten in two days but, had taken the opportunity to drain a few bottles of their intoxicating liquid. Sitting back from his paper and yawning, he rubbed a hand about his face in attempt to wake up. A knock did what the yawn and rub hadn't. "What?"

Tristan had opened the door and stood in the doorway. "The town seems to be singing about Remy's 'bon voyage', tomorrow. The child has never done anything to them, yet they sing as if he were a terrible monster."

"Have you actually looked into his eyes, lately, Tristan?" Logan sat forward but hadn't turned around to face the other man.

Clearing his throat and stepping into the room that had only been lit by the slowly melting, and mostly gone candles on the table. He closed the door before answering the question. "Logan, granted you have had the time with Remy that I haven't, I have watched the boy grow from 10 to 24. I know very well his eyes are not human, but that has never mattered before. His father was met with the same reception on his day of hanging, and he appeared normal." He paused and crossed the room to sit to Logan's left and stare at the man. "If you wish to fuck him anymore, then I presume we come up with something doable within the next few hours. If the boy hangs, you'll be next."

Logan sighed and brought his attention to Tristan. "That might not be so bad. His body was the best thirst-quencher I've had in a long time." He reached for a mostly drained bottle of rum, on the floor beside him, to the right. Taking a long drink with his head back, he sowedowed and lowered the bottle. Bringing his head level again, he stared long and hard at the First Mate. "And, even if we do get the kid back, you'd just turn around and hand me over to the Jamaicans. Or, would you?"

Tristan stood up as Logan had leaned back in his chair and brought his legs up to rest and cross his ankles on the table. He looked about the small and shadowed room before making his way to stop in front of the bed, that had been directly under Remy's. "If I let you stay with the Captain, what are your intentions with him?" He stared at the red blanket on the bed that had never been unmade, keeping his back to Logan.

"Well,.... after a nightly fucking, and good dick-washin, I was thinkin about havin the boy become more of a celebrity with what he can do. Maybe rent him out for sideshows." Logan smirked and relit his cigar that hung from his mouth.

Turning his head to look over his shoulder at the reclining man, Tristan contained a low growl. "Don't joke about the captain in such a manner. Remember who's ship you're on!"

Logan laughed. "Tristan, that would be up to Remy, now wouldn't it?" Removing his legs from the table and leaning forward, Logan puffed a few more times on his near gone cigar and continued. "What would you have him do? About me? Or, just in general? If I didn't know better, I'd say your dick's been twitchin for him, too."

Tristan had turned fully around to place his palms on the table and lean against them. "My appetites are reserved from the boy. But, since you asked, he is quite a pretty boy to look at. However, for the moment, it is not my concern what he does with you. We need to focus on getting him back here, so we can proceed with that situation."

Tapping his fingers on the parchment covered table, Logan had watched Tristan and took a long deep puff of cigar.

His eyes looked down at the ink lined paper and turned the large scroll around to face him. "This is what you have so far?"

Logan nodded.

"Where is the rest?"

"That's it." Logan offered.

Sighing, Tristan stared at the paper, memorizing it. "Hmm."

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Carlington lay on his bed. He had been naked, save using an also naked, and fever-ridden Cajun captain as a blanket over his manhood. As his head lay on the pillow, he stared up, at the ceiling and reached his right hand down to stroke Remy's sweat-drenched hair as the boy continued to lick and suck the tip of Carlington's weeping erection. "Mmm, my boy, you have improved since our last games."

Stopping and turning his head to look up at the Duke, Remy sighed and groaned as the serpants in his stomach began a series of twirls and turns. He had been cleaned and dried before he was allowed to enter the Duke's quarters. It had felt wonderful to be clean again. "Dis all you wan' me for, b'fore I die?" He pushed himself to sit up, moving away from the hand, and look at the Duke. He had been laying to the right of the Duke, and curled up as the Duke lay flat and spread, on the huge bed.

"No, my dear. Merely wanting to use your tongue as a wetting instrument. Eventhough, my seed in your throat had felt immensely wonderful in leaving my body. Tell me more about your sexual exploits with Captain Logan. Or show me, if you prefer?" Carlington looked from the ceiling to Remy. "Come, sit on my prick before yourtenctence. I'm sure the snakes have been exciting your appetites." Grabbing hold of Remy's left arm and helping the boy to straddle him before sliding the Duke's hard length into Remy's tight channel. Carlington gasped as Remy had taken him all the way in.

Remy squeezed his eyes shut, tightly, and wished it to be over soon. The Duke had been slightly longer than Logan, but not as big a round as the fierce pirate. "Mon Dieu!" He cried in a whisper. Starting a pace that had been slower than heated molasses, Remy began to feel slightly sick.

Pushing down on Remy's thighs while arching up, Carlington was coming already but let Remy continue with his erotic movements. He could feel the boy's channel spasming around his erection. A light squeeze, then release, then squeeze again. A pattern Carlington had always loved about Remy. "Ah, Remy, I knew you were a treasure as I'd watch you fuck my other prisoners. No man has ever made me come so many times in just a few short strokes." This time he had held Remy's hips down to the hilt of his manhood as he fiercely released into the heated body above. His eyes caught sight of Remy's fully aroused manhood, and moved a hand to tease the tip with his fingers.

Remy moaned in pain and pleasure as the squirms became in time with the strokes Carlington had been administering. A gasp as a fist squeezed at the base of his erection, and a moan as he found himself coming in spurts. "Please, m'sieur, enough....?"

"But, my boy.... we have just begun our games. Would you rather return to your cold and damp cell, awaiting your execution?" A smirk crept along the corners of the Duke's thin lips.

Panting and throwing his head back, continuing his rhythm, Remy gasped. "Non, cher." Groaning and bracing his hands on Carlington's bare ribcage, he raised himself up and squeezed the tip of the manhood inside him, making the Duke cry out in pleasured agony.

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"What are you thinking about?" Tristan had come to stand beside Logan, as the fierce captain leaned against the port rail and watched the black sea. The lights of the city had been off in the distance, and glowed as tiny stars on the ground.

Logan nodded towards the lights and snorted. "I'm bettin Carlington's fuckin his brains out, and maybe the kid's likin it. When we were in that prison together, the Duke'd have Remy suck and fuck every lowlife scumbag in the place, just to see how far the boy'd go to get somethin to eat." He narrowed his eyes at the not-so-fond memory.

Tristan stared at the town before looking to his right at Logan. "Does that mean he did you countless times to get a piece of rotten bread?"

Logan scowled but changed to a firm expression before glancing at the Mate. "My first time fuckin him was that day he asked me for help, in his cabin." Sizing the other man up as they stood there, Logan inquired. "What the Hell did I do, other than the past few days, to really piss you off?" He shifted to turn his top half of his body towards Tristan. "I aint gonna harm the kid, if that's what yer thinkin. Hell, I'll kill the first person I see if he has so much as a scratch ANYWHERE on his body." He smirked. "Or, is it that yer jealous..?"

"That is not it." Tristan growled.

"Oh, yes it is." Logan smiled. "Yer jealous that I managed to get the kid into bed. Haha, really Tristan, if Remy only knew." He teased.

Sighing loudly, Tristan pushed away from the rail and started walking bto tto the Captain's cabin, Logan following a few steps behind. "Clearly, you've missed the target again, Logan." He murmured as he stepped inside the room. He hadn't closed the door, and figured that Logan had been following him in, to continue their chat, anyway.

Logan shut the door behind him and eyed Tristan's movements towards the bed. As the older man dow down, he voiced his thought. "You were in bed with the kid's dad." He kept his voice low so that the other crew wouldn't hear. An answer was sent to him as he had seen Tristan's tone, as the man folded his hands behind his head. "Does the kid know?"

"No. It was just after Remy's mother passed on that his father 'relaxed' into the situation. He was no older than Remy, when Remy was born. It happened a good 2 years before he waughtught and thrown in prison, with you." Tristan sat up and hung his head in mock shame.

Logan leaned against the door, shoulderblades supporting his weight. Arms folded and his left foot flat against the door, he nodded. "So, that's why you're so hell-bent on keepin me away from him....? You think, I'll either put him back in prison, or send him to the gallows. Right?"

Tristan glanced up at him. "Since you have been aboard, that has been your main goal."

Pushing off of the door and making his way to sit beside Tristan on the bed, Logan was beginning to understand. "So, basically, it's been goin on for a few years before 'old man LeBeau' got himself hung, right?"

The older man nodded. "About five years. Jean-Luc was feeling very alone after his young wife died, and I regret that I might have taken advantage of him. That is what I see with how you toy with Remy. He has had so much hardships in his young life. There is still much to learn for him. He is confused with men and cautious with women. He needs someone to show him patience." Tristan hadn't looked at Logan, who sat beside him, listening to every word.

Logan braced his hands on the side of the bed and leaned forward, letting his hands support his weight. "Who would you have him with? If it were up to you?" His eyes roamed over Tristan's face before moving them downward to the man's groin. He waited for the words, but could smell the answer already.

"The boy doesn't realise it, but I have beo beo bed with a few of his women, and only two men I had introduced him to. Except for you, they were all the wrong combinations for him. Most either treated him too harshly, or babied him to death. When he met you, he wouldn't stop his yap about you to let Jean-Luc tell him no. A year later, Jean-Luc was hung, and Remy busied himself with drinks and whores. I worry about the boy. But, I am in no position to tell him what to do, or whom- for that matter." Tristan turned his head to the right and looked into Logan's blue eyes.

Taking a quick breath and not waiting for Tristan to ready himself, Logan leaned over and gently kissed the older man's lips. Lips smacking as they separated briefly, before he kissed him again, letting his tongue slip inside the parted lips. His eyes had been closed as he began to deepen the kiss. Opening themwatcwatch Tristan stare at him in subtle shock and amazement as it ended. "Soft enough for ya?"

Tristan reached a hand up to cup Logan's left breast as he felt for the beat of Logan's heart. "Should I rephrase my interrogation?" He had felt a soft, steady beat instead of a sharp pounding in the man's chest.

Catching on to what Tristan had meant, Logan reached his hands up to slip his shirt off. He stood up to finish undressing himself, giving Tristan a full view of his body. He gasped as Tristan sank to his knees and helped removed his trousers before taking Logan's erection into his mouth. "Unh! heh heh, I thought so." Logan smiled and gasped again as Tristan sucked, hungrily at him.

Regaining his sense of mind, he composed himself and stood up. Wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand, Tristan excused himself from Logan and attempted to leave the room. "Forget it! Take the Captain! Do what you want with him, but I tried to warn him." He hadn't bothered to make eye contact with the younger man, as he left.

"Wait. Stop!" Logan called, rather annoyed. "Look," Reaching down and pulling up his trousers, he tied them and hurried to close the door before Tristan opened it fully. "I'm tryin to tell you," he held the door closed with his left hand and grabbed Tristan's left arm with his right. "that I see where this is goin. Yer wantin proof that I'll be good to him, right? Well, here I am! I ain't goin anywhere, Tristan." Logan moved the hand from the man's arm and placed it on Tristan's shoulder.

Tristan found himself glaring at Logan. He had thought that he was being made fun of, by Logan, and it would eventually get back to Remy. Or would it? He sighed. "So, now what?"

"Now," Logan moved to grab a chair from the table and hook the rounded back under the doorknob. "let me finish what I was gettin into." Moving closer to the older man, he cupped his hands over Tristan's jawline and kissed him.

Leaning into the kiss, Tristan's eyes slid closed as his fingers began working at the tie that held Logan's trousers up. "Mm, Logan.... don't....mm..."

"Don't what?" Logan whispered between kisses.

Tristan broke away and moved to stand in front of the table and stare at the plans. "Don't you think we should first rescue the boy?" He was blushing and a bit ashamed to have cornered Logan- Remy's flame- for his own purposes. He cleared his throat and slipped his right hand to his pistol that had been tucked into his belt, in front of him.

Logan's hand slid around his and grabbed the pistol, removing it and tossing it behind him. He shook his head and 'tisked' Tristan as the man had turned around. "I would have thought you knew me by now, Tristan. These," a SNIKT was heard as he held up his hands with six silvery claws and showed the now horrified First Mate his weapons of choice. "are my only defenses. But, I'd never use them on the boy. True, I had my chance, but that aint what I want." He inhaled and released slowly, taking in the older man's arousal. "Well, daddy dearest, time's wastin and I hate jerkin off to a tease."

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Carlington watched Remy sleep as he stood at the end of his bed and dressed himself. Tug atg at his white shirt sleeves and fastening them at the cuffs, he smirked and could feel himself recovering an erection. He also knew the young Captain was planning an escape, but laughed as it hadn't been carried out. Instead, he'd had Remy's clothing cleaned and brought to his quarters.

Dawn was approaching rapidly, and soon it would be time to wake the boy and ready him. Walking over to sit on the bed, next to Remy as he lay on the left side of the bed, he stared at him for a long time. Remy had curled up into a fetal position, and was facing away from Carlington, but that had just made him that more attractive to the Duke.

Remy had been hot to the nearest touch from fever, and their games hadn't helped any. His dreams were filled with cringes and twitches and whimpers of pain. He shook, uncontrollably, every few minutes and then stopped. He looked so beautiful asleep, or awake. Extremely beautiful in the moonlight, as he rode atop of the Duke. The lust had only fired his fever on, and made him glisten in sweat. As his erection spritted out his orgasm, Remy couldn't help but cry out in agony as the snakes squirmed inside him and his warmth became utterly unbearable.

Placing a hand on Remy's shoulder, Carlington gently rolled the young Captain onto his back and brushed stray strands of hair away from his face. "Come, my boy, it's time to get ready for the end." Hisce hce had been so soft and charming as if offering Remy a day at a carnival. He smiled as Remy had opened his eyes and blinked at him. Snapping his fingers loudly, he turned to his right and explained to the maids who had entered the room, that Remy was to be cleaned and dressed for han hanging. "He won't try anything." He smirked as he watched Remy roll back to his fetal position and cringe at the movement inside him.

Remy was being sat up and uncovered from bedlinens, wrapped in a long and heavy red robe, and guided into a large washroom just to the left of him. Red on black vision swam with fever as he sat down into a large porcelain basin to be washed. A cool cloth was ran over him and soaps were applied. His hair was being massaged with oils and cleaned, thoroughly. Water slipped over him, and for once, it felt good. He had opened his eyes, but hadn't managed to look at the two housemaids who were cleaning him and now dressing him.

The clinking of chains and subtle laughter from the Duke had brought his attention upward from the floor. As the chains were placed on Remy's wrists and ankles, he had began to feel sick. Leaning forward and vomitting on the guards shoe, he laughed quietly, and was sat on the bed as the maids and guards cleaned up. "T'ought you could get Remy ta go wit' you, an' ev't'ing be okay, no?" He laughed and was immediately struck across the face by Carlington's right hand.

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Logan had been moving at a frantic yet gentle pace and grunted his orgasms into Tristan. They kissed once more before he pushed in again and moaned at the mind-numbing orgasm that came from him. He settled and slid out of the older man, laying beside him for a brief moment. "Gotta hand it to ya, Tristan, you musta been checkin him out or takin notes. You definately got the kid's energy for fuckin." He panted a few times as he waited for his breath to return to normal.

Rolling onto his right side, Tristan stared at the man beside him. "If the boy chooses you, I doubt he'd let me have anything to do with either of you. I have not seen him with another man, only observed his first woman. Guiding him, and telling him how to hold her. But, for a whore, as she was, I think he felt rushed and unsteady." Lifting his head and staring out the window, he sat up in shock.

Dawn.

"Hope you're ready for this, Logan. And, you'd better hope this works. Or, I'll go back to my first thought and kill you on sight." Tristan pointed a finger at the rising light, and began to crawl out of the bed. He was stopped as Logan had grabbed his hips and rolled him back, ontop of him, kissing him.

"If the boy dies, I'll shoot me, myself." Logan smirked.

The two hurried back into their clothes and informed the others of their plan to free the Captain from a painful date with a noose. Logan had made sure the pistols were filled and readforefore moving on to testing each sword's blade. Tristan and Will had handed out the weapons and reminded all all where to stand.

"Remember, if the Captain is harmed, all rules are off!" Logan shouted to the large group of mixed men. He stood on the captain's quarters and stared into the eyes of each man that was close enough. His heart beat faster and pounded harder, in his chest. His mind wondered how Remy was, and if he was all right. He hadn't known if the boy was able to make it out on his own, or if he'd have to carry him, but he knew the boy was alive.

Tristan stood just under Logan, on the deck. Raising his machete-type sword, he yelled. "To the boats!"

Logan jumpjumped down from the roof and was grabbed by Tristan. "This had better work, Logan. I'll never forgive myself if he dies."

"Don't worry, I won't forgive you either." A faint smile between them before heading to a boat, themselves.


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