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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon

A/N: Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas belongs to Dreamworks.

“...and that's where we ended up back here, Captain.”

“It's a shame that Engle had perished on the voyage. He was an extraordinary crew member.”

Dimitri stood in front of the charting table, having been listening intently to Targon's retelling of events of what happened back on Razboon. Something, however, plagued his mind.

“So you say that the G.P. had been following you since you got close to the atmosphere?”

“Correct, Captain.”

“Hmmm...” Dimitri looked down at the maps and charts on the table, lost in thought. “I wonder who tipped them off...”

“Sir?”

“I have a feeling that the G.P.'s presence wasn't just mere coincidence.” He looked up. “But no matter, I suppose; we must put our next move into action.”

“What is our next move, Captain?”

“Let me talk to Masterson really quick and see how much time we have before we face The Dark Serpent again.”

As he left the Cabin, heading toward the wheel of the ship, Targon and Doppler followed in his wake.

“How long do we have before we reach the other ship?” Dimitri asked of Masterson, who kept a steady hold of the wheel.

“About an hour, sir. With as much fuel as we brought back, we have enough to keep us steady for a few months, so long as we don't use any turbo boosts.”

“Excellent. Stop the ship here.”

Masterson surveyed him over his shoulder in confusion.“Captain?”

Dimitri smiled roguishly, his blood shot, sleepless eyes already giving him an intimidating, crazed look.

“I've got one more trick up my sleeve, mates.”

He indicated for the other two to follow him as he made his way down to the brig.

As Targon and Doppler made their way down the steps, they could distinctly hear the determined rattling of cell bars and a cascade of their captain's laughter. A moment later, they saw Ganttus glaring from his cell, gripping the iron bars, as Dimitri stood passively in front of him, a smirk crossing his lips.

“Get me outta this stinkin' hole, if ya know what's good fer ya!” The felinoid raged.

“And nice to see you again, you miserable, back-stabbing cretin.” The First Mate greeted Ganttus, as he took his place next to his Captain.

“That's the politest thing I've ever heard you say to a traitor, Targon!” Dimitri said conversationally, flashing a more gentle smile at his second in command. “I'm surprised at you!”

Targon shrugged, adding, “He deserves worse, you know. Like getting that awful mug of his shaved off with my rapier for taking my leg.”

“That's the Targon I know!”

“Whatcha want from me? Come here ta gloat?” Ganttus yelled, his nostrils flaring as his ears flattened against his head.

“Actually...” Dimitri suddenly seized the back of the felinoid's head from in between the bars of his cell and rammed his face into the iron, satisfied to hear a distinct crunch as Ganttus' nose broke and seeing blood seeping down his fur.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!! YA JUS' BLOODY BROKE MY NOSE, YA ASSHOLE!!!” Ganttus struggled against Dimitri's hold on the back of his head--which the Captain pressed against the iron a little tighter, savoring the pain he was causing. “YOU'LL PAY FER DAT!!”

“Just making sure that you're paying attention. Now listen closely: I want a favor from you, and saying 'no' is a bad idea on your part.”

Delbert, who felt completely in agreement to Ganttus deserving what came to him, could only shudder at the quiet thunder in Dimitri's voice. He had never heard him sound so deadly before...

After spouting several dozen profanities, the felinoid cried out in pain as Dimitri rubbed his broken nose against the bar.

Panting heavily, Ganttus finally replied savagely. “What's in it fer me then?!”

“Not dying.”

Dimitri looked over his shoulder, eyebrows raised. Doppler stood with his gun aimed at Ganttus, a hardness overwhelming his eyes. Dimitri knew that the canid meant what he said.

“Geez, Doc! You're becoming more of a pirate everyday rather than an astrophysicist!” Dimitri laughed, surprise alighting his emerald eyes.

“This cat has pissed me off for the last time!”

Dimitri turned back to the felinoid, letting the back of his head go, smug. “Up to you, Ganttus: you either help us, or deal with this psycho over here!”

At those words, Doppler growled, baring his canines in a savage snarl.

“OKAY OKAY!! JUST DON'T LET HIM SHOOT ME!” At this, Dimitri nodded to the astrophysicist, who lowered the weapon, albeit with hesitancy. The felinoid cackled, now thinking that Doppler was too spineless to actually do anything.

“I just don't wanna give him the satisfaction.”

Several things happened at once.

Doppler raised the blaster again, this time cocking back the hammer, ready to blast the insufferable traitor through the head at a moment's notice, while Targon and Dimitri struggled to restrain their crew mate. In the meantime, Ganttus gave a yelp of fear and ducked as a blast managed to shoot from the blaster, ricocheting off the back wall of the cell, to fade into nothingness.

“OKAY OKAY OKAY!!! I was just teasin'!!!”

As soon as the gun fired, it seemed to calm everyone else down. Doppler still gave the feline a nasty look, but allowed Targon to take the weapon from him and switch on the safety mechanism.

“Twitchy li'l fella, isn't he?” The Captain grinned as he patted Doppler's shoulder in a reassuring way.

“So,” Targon began conversationally. “What did Ganttus do to you, Doc?”

Still glaring, he replied, “He always told me that felinoids were the far more superior race than canids... said I had the brains of a poodle... He also said I drool in my sleep.”

“...Really? That's what pissed you off?”

“He also threatened to kill me on several occasions.”

"I see..." said Dimitri, his smile never faltering. "Well then, Ganttus, you're definitely not going to like what I have in mind..."

Ganttus didn't speak any retorts; the Captain continued.

"I need you to send correspondence to your true Captain. Tell him that you have succeeded in capturing The Compass."

"Dimit--Captain?" replied a confused Doppler.

"Then, I want you to take lead of the wheel. No exceptions; you get your life in return instead of having your guts being used to tie down the solar sails, like you deserve."

"...Never."

The brunette sighed, as if he had anticipated this answer. "Well, in that case, I guess Targon and Doppler will have a good time chasing you around the brig, using you as their moving target. And when they're tired of that, Doppler can use you as a chew toy to his heart's content." His tone became flat, monotone. "You have five seconds to reconsider your position at this point."

Ganttus' ears went back, looking between the three of them with his one savage eye.

~/~/~/~/~/~/

...He refused to take any of this lying down, beaten and whipped like a slave to an unrelenting master...

...He wasn't going to be his play thing...

...He wasn't going to be used this way; tortured in this sick game of rape...

Jim kicked out at Sinbad with a broken yell that crashed around them. Hearing the impact of his foot connecting with vulnerable flesh, Jim scrambled up from the floor as fast as he could and searched the dark floor boards for the keys to his cell while the Captain howled with pain.

Catching a glint of metal sparkling from the ray of the electrical lamp, he snatched it up and started jamming keys into the lock, hoping that one would fit before his captor got back up.

Just as a key made the thankful rasp of tumblers clicking, he felt callused hands seize his neck and shoulders back into the cell. The keys fell to the floor--a metaphor of his last hope.

“I sure hope you enjoyed putting me in pain, 'cause you won't be so lucky again, Jim.” Sinbad whispered as he locked him up in the manacles that were laying on the floor.

Jim turned his head, his bruises and other injuries being thrown into relief by the light, and gave him a twisted smile. “I thought you liked pain.”

“Only when I have the upper hand. You're tougher than I thought, I will give you that.”

Now that Jim was completely exposed to him, Sinbad raked his eyes over his prey hungrily. Now, nothing would stop him from taking what he wanted. Just as he was about to inflict the first dose of his sadistic torture, a voice sounded down the stairs of the brig.

“Captain! There's a message coming in from The Compass Blade!” came the urgent cry of his First Mate.

Sinbad growled. “The Compass?!”

Jim's eyes widened, his mask of dark humor slipping off in shock. Dimitri...?

The Captain looked back down at him, smiling wolfishly. “Looks like we'll hold off on our date for a bit longer, won't we?” He picked himself up from the floor and put on his own discarded clothes, while Jim fumbled to put on his pants with the heavy manacles cutting into his wrists.

Sinbad grabbed Jim up and shoved him out of the cell once they were properly dressed, or half-dressed in Jim's case, heading towards the deck above.

~/~/~/~/

“I’ve taken capture of the ship, Cap’n. Everyone here has surrendered.” Ganttus reported a little later through the intercom in the control room of the ship.

Jim’s blood chilled to ice in his veins; his heart stopped. What’s going on..?

“Excellent!” Sinbad grinned with triumph. “For a minute there I was beginning to worry!”

“It wasn’t hard to overcome them in their sleep.”

“And Captain Sudayev?”

Jim strained his ears, hoping desperately that Dimitri was okay. If he wasn’t--he couldn’t bear the thought… He stood still and listened with purpose. This was the moment that would make him fight for survival, or break him entirely from the soul outwards.

“Still alive, jus’ like you want him to be. He put up a good fight, bu’ as soon as he’s at your feet… he won’ last long. I know that you want him alive so you could have de pleasure in killin’ him. Sorry state he’s in right now.” Ganttus rumbled with a laugh.

Jim swore it was empty of humor, but no one seemed to have noticed it. Even then, he only took a small note of it; he was struggling in Kale’s grip, fear gripping him.

“What of his First Mate?”

“…Slain, as well as with that nosy astrophysicist.”

“NO!” Jim began struggling hard, his heart plummeting with guilt and overwhelming sadness.

It had been his fault that Doppler had been dragged into this. He had paid for Jim’s stubbornness; Jim’s stupidity. His body seemed to go numb with the knowledge that the innocent astrophysicist was gone.

“That’ll help matters. How far away are you, Ganttus?”

“About a good five hours away, Cap’n. There’s a galaxy police vessel in the area, so I don’t think it’d be a good idea fer ya to come to me.”

“Point taken.” Sinbad agreed. “I’ll send you the coordinates of where we are. And then,” he looked back at Jim with a predatory smile. “I’ll take my rightful vengeance on the Captain. Report back if there’s any difficulties on the return trip.”

“Aye, sir.” The signal ended.

~/~/~/~/~/~/

“Yer gonna pay fer dis, Sudayev!” Ganttus yelled in outrage from the brig as Targon snapped the door shut.

“Annoying feline.” The crustacean grinned, shaking his head. “Now what, Captain?”

“We go to the ship, of course. We get there, rescue Hawkins, and kill every last one of them on board.” Dimitri stated simply.

Delbert walked over, a paper covered in coordinates and notes by his hand, asked, “You think it’s going to be this easy?”

“Why wouldn’t it? Captain Sinbad just took the bait.”

“I just don’t like how easy that was, that’s all. From what you told us, this Sinbad is cunning. He shouldn’t be this easy to fool.”

“Don’t worry about the details, Doc. I’ll be orchestrating this whole farce and we’ll have hit two Orcus Galacticus with one stone.” The Captain grinned with assurance that his lover would be returned to him unharmed. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to get the crew up to speed with what we’re going to be doing to pull this off.”

~/~/~/~/~/

Four hours and fifty minutes later, Sinbad, Kale, and Jim stood upon the deck of The Dark Serpent, watching the approach of The Compass Blade grow closer. Sinbad and Kale looked out into the Etherium with determined eyes, while Jim stood by, feeling sick to his stomach.

It couldn’t be true… Dimitri couldn’t have been overtaken…

The answer came to him in the form of Ganttus gripping the wheel of the ship. A fellow traitor held a blaster to the back of Dimitri’s head, his hands bound in ropes, on his knees and his head bowed in defeat.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”

Several of the crew were also bound and gagged in a similar fashion, with gunmen trained on them, or else lying face down on the deck, marking them as dead.

He sank to his knees, weakened by the sight in front of him.

What could he do?! Dimitri was a prisoner, soon to be dead, just like him. Was this the end for all of them?

He didn’t even register Kale roughly jerking him back onto his feet and shoving him forward, nor did he notice that the two ships were then connected by planks so that they could cross over. He could hardly pay attention as he walked over the planks, Sinbad leading and Kale following behind him.

All that time, he kept his eyes on Dimitri.

It was then that Dimitri looked up at him, green eyes locking with brown. A cloth was tied over his mouth, but Jim didn’t need to hear the words that he knew his love would speak. The hunger, the need… the apology…

“Look closely, Hawkins. This is what happens when people tangle with The Serpent.” Sinbad called back to him. He turned back to Ganttus, who stood stiffly by the wheel. “Good work, Ganttus. You did well.”

The feline’s eyes flicked over to Dimitri, then back to his Captain, not saying anything. He nodded.

“Now, do share the secret with me, old friend: how did you manage to capture the ship?”

“He didn’t.”

Shock barely coursed through Jim as he watched Dimitri spit out his gag and drop his supposed restraints. He locked his fingers on the blaster that had been hiding between his knees.

The rest of the ship responded. As Dimitri knocked the butt of his gun into the head of the traitor that had been holding an empty blaster to him, those that had looked dead jumped up from their positions and knocked out Ganttus’ accomplices. It was then that Jim had realized something he didn’t before--the traitors’ hands had been bound, all of them holding empty guns. Their “captives” had been training guns on them the entire time.

Ganttus’ lack of humor over the com now made sense. He was threatened into this.

He smiled, exulted. Trust his Dimitri to be creative.

Out of the Cabin’s door, Doppler ran past the threshold , followed by a limping Targon, both carrying guns of their own.

“Doc?!” Jim yelled in confusion. “Targon?!”

Doppler spotted Jim through the conflicting, fighting masses of people and rushed to his side.

“How--what--?”

“Don’t worry about it, Jim. Just know that if it wasn’t for Dimitri, we wouldn’t have been able to get this far.” He took a lock pick from his coat and began undoing Jim’s manacles. “He’s been hell bent on getting you back since you were captured.”

The heavy iron fell to the deck with a clunk.

“Thanks, Doc.” Jim headed towards the last place that he saw Dimitri and Sinbad to have been.

A hand tugged him back. “Jim, no! You’re in no condition to fight!”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do! Dimitri needs my help!!” He slipped out of Doppler’s hold and ran through the madness.

Ten minutes later, he spotted the two that he sought, seeing both men facing off with clashing swords at the stern.

Jim became mesmerized with the scene unfolding before him.

Dimitri had sustained some shallow wounds on one shoulder, both forearms, and a nick that got him along his cheek bone, right under his left eye. He parried a double blow to his right side with his sword, while Sinbad countered with two scimitars arcing down toward his legs. Dimitri jumped over them with little difficulty. Another clang, and the two were locked by the hilts of only two swords, one of Sinbad’s scimitars having fallen out of his hand…

With a snarl, The Serpent’s captain jumped back from the confrontation and then charged back in with fury. Jim snapped his head up as he heard a triumphant laugh. Sinbad had managed to knock Dimitri onto his back, his remaining sword slicing down at Dimitri’s exposed neck.

Sinbad screamed in frustration, almost seeing red. Jim Hawkins stood over his adversary, holding his other scimitar in confident hands, having blocked the fatal blow.

“You will not touch him!” Jim snarled, his canines flashing savagely.

Dimitri’s eyes widened at the sight of his lover. “No, Jim! Stand down!”

“NO WAY! I’M GOING TO MAKE HIM PAY FOR ALL OF THIS!!!” Jim charged at Sinbad; both of them locked in a furious stalemate as their weapons glanced off each other’s with a metallic ring.

“THIS IS AN ORDER, HAWKINS!” Dimitri bellowed, terrified of possible outcomes. “STAND. THE. FUCK. DOWN!!”

“TO HELL WITH YOUR ORDERS! I’M NOT GOING TO LOSE YOU!” He charged again at his enemy, his mind solely concentrated on killing.

Suddenly, Dimitri looked up as he heard a loud groan overhead. The sight nearly stopped his heart. One of the main masts was coming down, on fire, and ready to engulf the stern with its colossal weight and destruction. Clutching a wounded arm covered in blood, Dimitri ran as fast as he could towards the combatants.

“JIM!!! RUUUUUUUN!!”

~/~/~/~/~/

He hardly registered anything going on around him, but when he heard the terrified shout tear from Dimitri’s throat, he saw the problem right away.

A burning inferno was moments away from crushing Jim and Sinbad. Sinbad, taking notice of the impending doom, rolled out of the way. Jim ran as fast as he could towards Dimitri’s outstretched hand.

With a resounding crash, Jim was immediately separated from Dimitri behind a wall of angry flames. On the opposite end of the fallen mast, Jim made out the shadow of Sinbad heading slowly towards him, still clutching his sword.

Sinbad’s right eye was bruised and swollen shut, blood trickled from a corner of his mouth, and he limped from a badly sprained ankle. The opposite of his sword arm clutched his cracked ribs. His clothes were badly singed and streaked with ash. But the thin line of his mouth only contorted with rage.

“You’ll pay for this, Jim. I swear it on my grave.”

Before they could go back into their fight, a voice resounded throughout what seemed to be the entirety of the Etherium, silencing the sounds of battle; the very fire that hungrily devoured the ship.

“This is Captain Amelia of the RLS Legacy! Surrender yourselves now, or we’ll open fire!”

Looking up, Jim and Sinbad spotted the ship, flanked by what seemed to be millions of Galaxy Police vessels. They both knew that every one of their guns were at the ready to fire down at them.

Hearing blasters and swords fall to the deck, despite the roar of the flames, Jim and Sinbad dropped their weapons and held their hands up. As they watched, several Galaxy Police vessels zoomed their way down to the ship.

It all happened in a blur.

One of the vessels circled down low to the fire and jets of water streamed down on top of it, squelching the flames into wet ashes. The main mast was a charred log. Other vessels landed next to the ship and several policemen landed among the pirates, taking them hostage.

Ten of them jumped over the fallen mast and grabbed a hold of Jim and Sinbad, blasters trained on them, as they dragged them away from the ship. Jim looked around and saw Dimitri being carted off as well, ashes streaking his face. They locked gazes for a moment, a heartbeat, a lifetime… He didn’t see him again when they converged into the crowd of captured pirates and policemen.

Jim was shoved into a vessel with three other pirates. Whether they were a part of his crew mates, he didn’t know. He was hollow inside.

What would happen to them now?

~/~/~/~/

A/N: I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long… Hope you enjoy this segment, as this took me forever to map out. Next segment will finally reveal all that is going on! R&R as always!!
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