TW: some dubious consent

Here's the following chapter of Seonghwa's first meeting with Captain Hongjoong Kim:)

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𝟏𝟕𝟔𝟑 | 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲

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Lit lanterns reached their rush down to the habour where more people crossed their path with a second look at the scurry. Blindly, Seonghwa chose to trust the Captain even when he ployed to bring him on board his ship full of strange lives.

It did not matter when Seonghwa would be killing them all afterward.

"'ay Cap'n! Do ye brin' aft' booty fer us already?" a cross-eyed man yelled at them from above the massive ship anchored in front of them.

At the flicker of an eye, a dagger was flying through the air in the direction of the man above while Hongjoong steered them up the broad gangway to the ship's deck. "Flay ye shriveled tongue ye bilge rat! And scurry aft to yer work!" Hongjoong yelled after him, receiving a loud shriek when the dagger nearly buried into his arm. Then a hobbled horde of sniggers and screeching laughter spread across the deck that Seonghwa found swimming in stenches of washed blood and saltwater. His head snapped at the group of men scattered across the wooden boards with hands occupied with mops, rags, and tin buckets of water.

All sounds died as greedy eyes immediately went to his face and raked him down.

"'oly shite, that there be a pretty catch, Cap'n," one choked, leaning forward as he fiercely coughed until a hand hit him hard in the back. "Don't fecking 'it me!"

"Next time I'll make sure to plunge me dagger right into yer thick 'eaded skull."

Hongjoong was noticeably sending a glare toward them all before taking Seonghwa away from the bunch of grim men hooting after him to save a share for them.

Passing by the ship's mizzen and onto the quarterdeck, the Captain quickly led him down a few stairsteps and into his private quarters. All sounds outside quieted down once he locked the door behind them. Hongjoong let go of his wrist.

Seonghwa turned around on his heels. His eyes skimmed through the darkness of the room until his attention was caught by the glowing flame adding its spark of energy to a couple of oil lamps in one of the windows and on the table in the room.

Hongjoong blew out the flame on his match and threw the stick onto his table before turning around to face Seonghwa again. His features looked even sharper in this lightning, illuminating his wild, neck-long dark hair with gold rings attached to the small braids in it, and the deep purplish scar running from the bottom of his cheek and further under his eye patch. The man stepped closer, bringing a finger to twirl around his long, black hair - then pulling hard. Seonghwa clenched his teeth, lips slightly lifting and letting his long fangs be seen in the warm glow of the room. Another lifted finger scratched a nail against the sturdy surface of the murderous teeth of a monster, full of fascination.

When Seonghwa opened his mouth and took his finger in between his teeth, first then Hongjoong's eye flickered up at his gaze, a smug smile lifting his entire face into a sultry expression.

"Come 'ere, beauty," he called as he believed he was the one luring Seonghwa with him into his bed.

While Hongjoong spread him out on top of the many soft pillows and settled down between his legs, it would have been too easy to maneuver him around and ground his killing weapon right into his blood vessels, stabbing him on what he did not yet know would be so dangerous to mankind. However, that intensively growing sensation in his guts was still holding him perfectly entertained by the idea of having the man at his peak before taking the sweetly beating pulse from him.

"Do ye want me to rid yer clothes fer ye, missy?" the man asked rather politely even if his eye had already been undressing him a long while ago as every other man would do.

Curtly, Seonghwa nodded his head a moment before he even realised what the other had been addressing him as. But Hongjoong's nimble fingers had already proceeded to untie the knot of his hanbok and Seonghwa strongly grabbed around his wrists to make him pause.

"Wait, Hongjoong-ssi!"

The gentleman of fortune only halted when Seonghwa squeezed so hard around his hands that he could not move his fingers anymore. Hongjoong groaned in pain and looked up at Seonghwa's face.

"I am no woman."

Silence spread around in the Captain's quarter until Seonghwa loosened his hold around Hongjoong again, preparing himself for the attack. He bared his fangs at Hongjoong moving an arm across his chest but heading for something else.

"But ye be no man either, 'mm? Mankind don't 'ave fangs," he chuckled lightly at Seonghwa's worries as he caressed the side of his head with his palm. He brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes with a humoured smile, "What does it matter anyway? A 'ole be a 'ole and ye be more beautiful than all women I 'ave e'er met."

Seonghwa felt the pressure of all air clotted in his chest at the pirate's unexpected declaration. He had to remind himself that this was only plain talk of a titillated man. 

When hands resumed to untie his belt, Hongjoong leaned down and kissed his throat and Seonghwa closed his eyes and helped him rid his clothes.

"My name is Seonghwa," he told him in a whisper, and Hongjoong fleetly kissed him along his jawline until moving across his cheek and to his mouth.

The kiss was chaste as he pulled away to see where his hands were dragging the silken fabric of the hanbok. Seonghwa got up to make sure his expensive self-made clothes didn't tear, his legs suddenly resting on top of Hongjoong's thighs and depending on the other's strength for balance. When he let both of his sleeves slide down his shoulders, the Captain moaned at the sight of his naked skin underneath. Lifting himself, the hanbok was thrown down from the bed in no time as Hongjoong's rough hands slid up his abdomen and spread around his pecs with featherlight pressure as if he held all his valuables in his hands at once.

"Seong'wa.. 'ow beautiful.." the man's voice muffled into his skin when his lips touched his seething body again.

Seonghwa had not time to mind the exact touch when all he could think of was ridding the needful strain in his groin. A sudden snarl warped around his tongue as he climbed further into Hongjoong's lap, tore the other's lips off his nipple, and connected them with his own lips instead. Fangs indulged in the kiss before Hongjoong's heat ground against him to the taste of blood invading his mouth with such anticipated intensity that Seonghwa barely was able to let his fangs out of his lip again.

When Seonghwa was shoved back down into the bed, he visibly felt that something had snapped inside the other when his heavy fur coat was uncaringly torn off his shoulders and arms along with his high-heeled boots. Hongjoong's hands fumbled with his belt and the desperation had Seonghwa heave himself up with inhumane speed, hissing wildly as he reached to bite into the bare piece of neck in front of him. But Hongjoong was quicker, drawing a knife from one of his many pockets and pressing it close against the ancient vampire's vibrating throat. A cold liquid was running down his uncovered skin but it did not smell of blood.

"Be'ave," Hongjoong pressed as the knife had him still. Slowly, he moved one hand back to unbutton the fly of his trousers while still clutching the knife tightly in his other hand. Seonghwa's mouth fell shut for the moment as he observed him move out of his undergarments as well. Wild and untrimmed.

When the Captain gestured for him to lay down again, Seonghwa listened, yet the knife stayed between them for the entire time Hongjoong yanked his last pieces of clothes off him. Unmoving, he stared up at him, feeling the sharp edge of the knife cut against his throat as Hongjoong moved down, making his naked thighs rub against Seonghwa's until their pelvises pressed tightly together. A warm breath cast goosebumps across Seonghwa's raw skin as it teased its way to his fanged mouth and feral eyes as if the Captain enjoyed a little gambol with the devil.

It ignited that wild heat clawing under his hide, prying at anything to be let out and force the other at places he himself had not admitted to yet.

Hongjoong drew in a long breath of air as he let his free hand roam down the outline of Seonghwa's bodyline, gently nestling into his curving waist with a satisfied look in his eyes. "If just me other me good eye could see 'ow beautiful o' a creature ye be.."

He was not scared of him. But the knife between them told him that he did not trust him either.

The first drops of blood soon rolled down from his throat and when he saw how the pirate noticed the red, he saw him smile smugly, "Ye should fearrr me more, sweet'eart; I kill fer fun."

Secretly, Seonghwa had been sneaking a hand under Hongjoong's arm and adjusted his grip around his loose, cream-coloured shirt, now jerking the Captain's entire body forward before using his legs for motion to push them around. Hongjoong let out a startled sound when his back hit the mattress with a thump before Seonghwa landed on top of him and pressed him further down, his mouth snarling by his right ear, "How unfortunate that I cannot be killed."

Blood rushed in his ears when he jounced and drilled his fangs into the Captain's beating pulse. The man under him let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back as his legs thrashed around in a tighter curl around Seonghwa's. Weaving him closer in and eagerly grinding their adjoined crotches together until Seonghwa was just laying still and pressing down Hongjoong's erection with his own.

Hongjoong quieted his pinching moans into the side of Seonghwa's head the moment he readjusted his teeth and let them sink deeper. Letting the forces of his sharp edges burst more veins and vessels as the rich flavour had him hunger for more, the taste so vigorous that he felt his mind be swallowed with vital instincts there did not seem to mind his whereabouts. Or the knife changing location and stabbing him right in between his ribs. His body stuttered in a sudden rush of pain and adrenaline, teeth retracting as growling red eyes glared down at Hongjoong. When he tried to lunge at him, Hongjoong only met him with a kiss so sinister that Seonghwa should have budged the new pain in his back instead of greedily pulling it in closer. His body now felt heavy and would not stop trembling. There was something wrong.

"What are you doing to me?!" Seonghwa pulled away from the tongue swirling around his threatening fangs in his mouth with a smiling expression full of shadows in the wavering burning light.

Hongjoong only chuckled darkly, easily pulling himself out of Seonghwa's grasp as if he had lost all his strength from the single wound of the knife. However, the other did not move far away before arms roughly twisted him around on his stomach, leaving his awareness of what was happening to the sole sense of touch. Seonghwa hissed into the pillows his face was pressed down into, spit and blood smearing all over the grey pillowcase and onto his writhing face. "Release me!"

Hongjoong's hands felt up his sculpted backside as he ignored his every sign of struggle and easily slipped his long dark hair away from his naked shoulders with naggingly gentle fingers. When he leaned down, his manhood pressed against Seonghwa's lower back, having the vampire stifle a jerk forward into the mattress. Pressure shifted on his naked body when suddenly weight covered above him, hands grabbing the flesh right under his armpits. A hot breath rasped darkly in his ear and Seonghwa shivered at the lack of control. Feeling so powerless.

"Ye want this here?" the Captain purred lowly at the monster he had maneuvered around in his bed. Seonghwa's legs were already badly shaking, teeth biting into the pillows beneath him.

Hongjoong shifted above him and suddenly his erection was sliding in between his cheeks, making his hissing stutter with a moan. A sharp item poked the inside of his thigh and only when the edge started digging into his sensitive flesh, Seonghwa's hazed mind quickly realised that Hongjoong had removed both his hands from his upper body and instead grabbed around his ass. The pain in his thigh forced him to spread his legs further apart while the knife slickly pierced through his flesh and Seonghwa screamed, trembling fingers reaching for the headboard of the bed, the side rails, hands punching into the mattress, tearing at the pillows through the brain-hissing pain erupting through his entire corse.

Diving his forehead down onto the line of his spine, warm breath continued showering him with the same burn that soon licked his insides when cool-tempered liquid spread him open on scuttling fingers. The clattering sound from the knife hitting the wooden floor soon resonated through his head as a long-forgotten pain when Hongjoong knowingly twisted his fingers inside him, giving them a harder thrust until Seonghwa mewled into the pillow with hips stutteringly rutting into the sheets. A rush of arousal flooded Seonghwa when he was tickled with a hot liquid dripping onto his lower back from Hongjoong's slow, circling movements of his hardness against him. Dangerously nearing his knuckles rocking flush against Seonghwa's skin.

Seonghwa lightly gasped as he used his weak strength to lift his pelvis and lower back with the other's weight on top of him, "Put..- put it in." The movement had the Captain reach even deeper inside him, making Seonghwa curl his toes at the anticipated sensation. He did not wish to plead.

The man behind him huffed at his impatience, but Seonghwa knew he was only a mirror of his own desperation, a sight the gentleman of fortune had already far divulged he was unable to resist once he had laid his eye on him in the tavern. Seonghwa was irresistible.

The retreating weight gave him a moment to breathe the blood trickling down his body like beads of sweat. His thighs already burned with rare exhaustion and he could not find to wrap his mind around the amount of liquid still oozing out of the deep wound in his leg that had not healed like it usually would do.

"Hong-Hongjoong.." he moaned, feeling how his knee stuck to the sheets where the blood had pooled around it when he adjusted his trembling legs.

Suddenly fingers slipped out of him and filthy hands folded around his abdomen, finger-rings scratching his soft skin where he carved markings around his slender waist and down to his hips in a fierce hold. The Captain hummed elatedly and Seonghwa could feel the vibrations hit his core when Hongjoong licked the skin of his lower back. Long hair tickled him as he languidly laid his head on him, "Mmm, such child-bearin' 'ips ye flaunt there.."

Seonghwa shivered while he blindly let go of the pillow and reached out behind himself, fumbling about until his fingers curled around Hongjoong's loose shirt. It took a moment before he started pulling. 

The jerk had Hongjoong lose his balance before his hands landed on Seonghwa's back and pushed him further down into the mattress. He felt the pulsing heat slide against his dripping skin once more, making him arch his back with so much pathetic need. Seonghwa growled with displeasure.

Hearing the amused chuckle, Seonghwa twisted himself halfway around to look the other in his mad eye but got to a choked halt when a finger tore through the unhealed wound between his ribs, curling up around the protruding bone with such gore.

"Did I nay tell ye to be'ave?" the unfairly straight, white teeth sneered down at him through the wide strained smile the pirate sent him. He was utterly silenced when Hongjoong started pushing inside, not stopping until he couldn't fill him with any more.

Seonghwa's trembling legs gave way under him, his pelvis crashing down into the sheets at the unknown tension spearing through him. At another thrust out and into him, a deep moan tore through his throat, barely even noticing how the Captain's arms hoisted his ass up and angled his hips to plunge chokingly deeper. Far past the pain.

His eyes rolled shut, hands fisting the sheets as the Captain steadily worked them both closer in ways that Seonghwa had never dared indulge himself into. Continuous whispers of "Pretty thin'" scattered across his back as a reminder of the strong alcohol coursing through Hongjoong's veins, though the words were so temptingly honest. In ways that had Seonghwa wonder if this was a way the pirate truly attempted to pursue with murder him as he had threatened with earlier.

"So perfect fer me.."

His tongue was laced with luscious venom.

A hand snaked down around his testicles and dragged down his standing arousal, drawing out a shuddering sound as the mere touch had him twitch and press himself into Hongjoong's palm. Liquid smeared all over the other's fingers, intensifying the harder Hongjoong jerked him to the sound of Hongjoong's breathy moans filling the hind of his ears and flesh colliding against him with wet squelches. Seonghwa's hips stuttered while all his muscles contracted into a frantic rapture of control running out through the lengths of his fingers and strong-willed mind. It mattered not when the feeling was so unbeatable.

Limply, his head dropped into the pillows when the high of his anticipated orgasm soon melded with scorching warmth spraying his insides, the Captain shoving his mess impossibly deeper into him with punched-out swearings leaving his unpolished lips.

The feeling of numbness gradually started filling Seonghwa's body like never before, barely even letting him heed the way Hongjoong stilled and pulled out of him. Blood and spit smeared across his lips when Hongjoong's hand notably carefully grabbed his face and turned it around to look down at him. Seeing his face, Seonghwa managed to lift his upper lip and bare his fangs in a rather pitiful manner. Hongjoong smirked as he threw himself down beside him with a shrewd look in his one eye. The warm glow in the room illuminated the golden droplets of sweat trickling down the pirate's hairline, following the curve of his temple before soaking into the bedding.

A pair of fingers pinched Seonghwa's chin before he thoughtfully hummed at his study of Seonghwa's face. "Ye be really a beauty, Seong'wa," he then said after a moment of silence. He pushed away from the ancient vampire as quickly as he had told him that, turning around to let him face his back.

"Rest fer a bit before ye leave," he muttered and kicked around until catching an edge of the blanket and crawling in under it.

Seonghwa had not been able to rest at any point that night. His body had resumed to its trembling shortly after the Captain's soft snores were to be heard in his quarters. For a long passing time, he had stared at the back of Hongjoong's neck, smelling the strong odours of musk and blood, liquids, and that of deceitful man. But his muscles would not move however much his fangs wanted to sink into the warm flesh only an arms-length away from him. But Seonghwa could not know if Hongjoong already was holding a dagger in his hand while asleep, prepared for a new attack. He had no chance against him with his body this weakened.

When he sensed the sun was about rising outside, he mustered all his strength into pushing himself around on his side. Shaking arms didn't stop working until he swayed into some alternative seat half sat up against the headboard of the bed. Suddenly, everything he could feel was his aching back from having been forced into such a foreign position on his stomach in the bed for hours. Seonghwa breathed silently when his body opposed with the idea of reaching down to fetch his hanbok from the wooden boards swaying under him. So instead, he found himself pulling at a pillow to his side, lethargicly slow and did his best at wiping off the disgusting amounts of semen, blood, and oil clinging to his skin. His nose scrunched when he threw the cushion out over the edge of the bed.

When Seonghwa decided to reach for his hanbok soon after, he did not care to find his trousers to put on underneath. What he believed to be a feverish sensation was already settling under his skin, heating his face with a flush redness that shouldn't be possible for a vampire to wear.

He needed to get home.

Agony scratched the back of his mind before he could even think of putting on his shoes and instead, he stumbled over to unlock the door and leave the quarters before anyone would be up and see him flee the ship with blood dripping down his naked feet.

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