A/N: Since athenamaddox is back on WP to share sneak peeks of her new draft of Rapture, I thought an update of Our Demise would be a good way to celebrate this milestone, since I've been looking forward to this new edition for a couple years now. <3 

Also, a small heads up: this story was not labeled as mature but is now. There's some smut below, just in case there are underage readers. Be warned. <3

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By the time night fell, Rory was worn out. It felt like a week had passed since he overpowered Scias, rather than half a day. Mouse, thankfully, had calmed down a bit. He didn't trust them, but at least he seemed to have resigned to his fate now that he couldn't go anywhere in the middle of the ocean and no one had tried to harm him.

Reluctantly, they had allowed him into the hold, where Scias was locked in a cage among the pigs. With a wad of paper in his mouth, so he couldn't soil Finn's mind with more lies.

Ideally, Rory would not leave Finn's side at all, but impatience and frustration shimmered under his skin and it took very little to make him snap. So he left Finn to Lee's care, who had something disarming about himself, and to North's, although the captain didn't seem to know what to do with the situation either. It brought out a vulnerability in him that Rory couldn't handle, so he avoided them as much as he could. In doing so, he may not have shown himself to be a very good friend, but he knew when it was better to leave things to others.

Rory took off his boots and lowered himself onto the bed in the captain's cabin, secretly quite pleased that he had been able to trade his hammock for a real bed. He had no idea how long Rogier would allow him in here, but he wasn't the type to fuck around. On the contrary: before me, he'd never laid with another man. That knowledge still made him glow. Rory may have had some flings, but he had always been easily traded for someone else, and his feelings had rarely gone so deep that he'd spent nights awake because of it. The only exception was Erik. A grin tugged at his lips. Well, he can have that dumbass of a Beckett. One look at Rogier had healed his bruised heart.

A door creaked, followed by equally creaking footsteps and a door opening once more. Rogier stepped into the room, earlier than Rory had expected. He'd thought that the captain would have some business to finish first.

The chandelier above them rocked gently on the ship's sway, casting a golden glow over the man. Rory bit his lip as he imagined how the glow would soon fall over his muscular body.

Rogier raised his eyebrows as if he could hear that thought. "You look at me like I'm a walking buffet."

Rory grinned. "You are, Captain." He ran the tip of his tongue along his lip.

Rogier shook his head, shrugged his leather jacket off his shoulders, and threw it over Rory. The leather smelled new and carried the scent of salty wind, open fire and a hint of... Rogier.

Rory sat up and pulled the thing off him. If he put it on himself, he would probably drown in it.

Rogier slumped down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his boots. His ponytail was almost loose and he looked no less tired than Rory felt.

"You look exhausted. Did you worry about me that much?" Rory asked with a grin, though his heart stuttered at the thought that he really might have.

"I didn't doubt you for a moment."

"No? How do you think I managed to overpower Scias, without weapons?"

For a moment, Rogier's movements faltered as he untied his boot. He turned toward Rory, an unfamiliar kind of grimness on his face as he studied Rory. "Nothing by having to do anything indecent, I hope." A muscle in his jaw twitched. "Because if he forced you to do that..."

"Something indecent?" Rory burst out laughing. "What kind of pirate are you? And even a captain."

Rogier looked at him appraisingly, as if he didn't know if this was meant as an insult or not. "I did not become one of the most feared men at sea by leaving my pants hanging on my knees."

Rory chuckled. "Would be good for morale, though."

The captain cast him a dark look. Rory quickly restrained himself, before Rogier thought he would appreciate such a thing. "Just kiddin'. I'm perfectly fine with you doing that just for me." He winked. "If I wasn't, I might not have managed to distract Scias. He had me locked up and wanted me to tell him everything I knew about you." Rory got up and sat on his knees behind Rogier. His boots were off by now. He pulled off the ribbon that held his hair together, stroked his hair to the side and kissed his neck. "Do you know what I told him?" he whispered in his ear. "That you have a big, fat cock that I can take without gagging."

Rogier looked over his shoulder and held his gaze as if he didn't believe he had said that. Something fiery shone in his eyes as well, as if he was eager to put it to the test. "You're just trying to turn me on, huh?"

"I might be trying that as well?" Rory grinned apologetically. "But yeah, I really said that. It wasn't exactly what he'd hoped to hear, so when I asked him if he thought I could take him without gagging too, he was so stunned that I could disarm him."

Rogier turned around. "So you really are a little devil, hm?" 

Rory wiggled his eyebrows.

Rogier slid further onto the bed. The top buttons of his blouse were open, showing his smooth chest. He brought his face close to Rory's, and the sizzling look in his eyes was enough to give him a hard-on. "It was a one-time thing that you offered that to another man, you got that?"

"Hey, I was just asking if he thought that -"

Rogier's fingers braided through his hair and he pulled Rory close. Hot lips cut off his words, followed by a dominant tongue that seemed to want to erase the name Scias from his mind.

A moan left his lips when Rogier's rough hand dipped under his blouse, and Rory tugged at his lip with his teeth. Without breaking the kiss, he took off Rogier's shirt and he cursed when Rogier did the same, pushed him on his back on the bed and started to kiss his chest. His tongue danced over his skin, circling along his nipples, around his navel, further and further down.

Every trace of fatigue disappeared immediately. Everything disappeared as Rogier went lower and lower, stripped him of his clothes and took him into his mouth.

"Good gods," Rory groaned. With how little experience the man had with this, he still knew damn well what he was doing. His loins burned and he weaved his fingers through Rogier's hair, rising on his elbows to watch his captain devour him in a very indecent manner.

Rory did not last long, panting as he closed his eyes while Rogier lowered himself onto him, their sweaty bodies pressed together. Rogier's beard tickled his throat as he kissed him there, before looking at him with those icy blue eyes that were anything but cold right now.

"Spread your legs for me, my little devil," Rogier whispered, his voice hoarse.

Rory looked up at the man as if he were a god. He pulled his knees up, his hips burning under Rogier's hands as he moved them into proper position.

The first time they'd been intimate, Rogier had been more searching, more hesitant. By now, he knew what he wanted and by the gods—Rory wanted it too.

"Fuck, you are so unearthly hot," Rory exclaimed, looking at the man hovering over him in all his grandiose glory.

Rogier's fingers slipped between his cheeks, teasing him and coating him with oil. Not long after, Rogier leaned over him, while Rory lifted up his legs further, crossing his ankles on that muscular back.

His fingers pressed into Rogier's shoulders as the man entered him, hot and determined, filling him in a way that chased flames across his skin. Rory pushed back, wanting more and more of him.

Feverishly, he pressed his lips against Rogier's. The man thrust harder and harder, and Rory groaned when he hit the right spot. Rogier's chest heaved, panting as he surrendered to his primal urges that shook his body as if it were braving a storming sea.

Rory looked up at him, at his captain, at the candlelight that made the layer of sweat on his body shine like a treasure destined only for his eyes.

For a while they lay like that. Finally, Rogier slipped out of him, rolled beside him and pulled him to his chest. "So," he whispered. "Just in case you want to brag again to that asshole in the cage  tomorrow..."

Rory chuckled, laying another kiss on his lips before snuggling close to Rogier. His warm body, his muscular arms ... they felt like the walls of a home he hadn't had in a long time.