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Antidote	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Treasure Planet Views: 838 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon
A/N: If you don't like what's in here, too f*cking bad! Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Huzzah! BAM! Surprise again!
Jim looked into the sky, shielding his eyes from the downpour of sunlight. Standing at the wheel of the ship, the entire crew had assembled to witness the new recruits pledge their allegiance to Captain Sudayev. Dimitri held his blade comfortably in his grip, Targon and Ravengrail standing by as protocol dictated. Delbert looked about nervously, unsure of what was to happen next, although Dimitri had told him of the induction earlier on.
"Hawkins," Dimitri began, loud enough for the entirety of the crowd to hear, "do you pledge your undying loyalty, trust, and sword to me, Captain Sudayev, as well as to The Compass Blade? As well, do you swear to serve me, Captain Sudayev, unquestioningly and without falter, so long as there is air in your lungs, and-upon pain of death-do you swear to keep this allegiance until your dying day?"
Jim focused his vision onto Dimitri, filled with uncertain emotions. Although he had a feeling that Dimitri hadn't dismissed their mutual affection for each other, the initiation into the crew was a high-risk gamble. Could he really drop everything he had worked for back on Montressor-branding himself in with pirates; becoming a fugitive and an outlaw-just to be reunited with Dimitri? He didn't know how to answer that question. Even then, it wasn't guaranteed that they could continue loving each other like they used to three years prior. Dimitri had changed, that was for certain.
Things had certainly taken an unexpected turn.
"...Aye, Captain."
Dimitri nodded to his First Mate and handed his sword to Targon. The crustacean reached out for Jim's hand and tilted it, palm up. With the captain's blade, Targon settled the steel onto Jim's palm.
"Close your fist over it, Hawkins." Targon instructed him.
Loosely grasping the cold metal, Jim hissed with pain as Targon slid the sword slowly from his hand. Blood seeped from his palm. After Dimitri's sword was returned to its sheath, Targon grabbed Jim's closed fist and and turned it over, palm down.
"Squeeze your fist tight, and then let go. Let your blood drip to the deck."
Doing as he was commanded, Jim stifled groans of pain and let his blood drip to the boards of the ship in front of the wheel. Groven immediately moved forward from the assembled crew members and wrapped a linen strip around Jim's hand to staunch the bleeding.
With a hand on his shoulder, Dimitri plainly stated. "Welcome to the crew, Mr. James Hawkins!"
Cheers erupted and slaps of encouragement and congratulations pounded his tender back, leaving him hunched over. Through the celebration, Jim could make out a small smile creeping up onto the captain's lips.
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It was late in the evening, and Jim felt sore and rigid!
After Doppler's induction, they had all been called to duty. Dimitri had ordered the ship to engage thrusters and head in the directional coordinates of the meantime, Targon had ordered Jim and a couple of the others to clean the solar sails, others to swab the decks, and even more to attend to other various chores around the large vessel. Doppler had been taken to oversee the star charts and make the safest and fastest route to Quadrant 219. Even Groven had his duties, and the snake-like creature had headed down to the kitchen to prepare for the evening meal.
As the youth settled down on an empty bench in the crowded galley, his back stiff, Delbert promptly settled down across from him seemingly out of nowhere. In his hands, he held two bowls of stew, pushing one with a spoon sticking out of it towards Jim.
"I figured you'd be hungry." The doctor said absently, trying to start a light conversation. He could see that Jim looked a little pale from all the injuries he had slightly reopened from the labor he had to do today.
"Thanks, Doc." He gave a weak smile.
Jim picked up his spoon and fiddled with the slop in his bowl. It was lumpy, gray and brown, and looked hardly appetizing. The smell didn't help much to appeal to his hunger, either. He pushed the bowl away.
"So you knew all along that he was here?" Delbert piped up at last, breaking the silence.
Jim sighed. "Yea."
"How come you didn't tell me the truth, Jim?"
"...Look, can we pick this up another time? I don't really want to talk about it."
"Okay, suit yourself." Doppler replied, shrugging. "But I would like to know sometime in the near future."
Suddenly, an enraged shout broke throughout the mess hall. The men gathered in the room turned toward the stairs; the source of the commotion. Ganttus stomped his way down the stairs, cursing and spitting profanities.
"-IS FUCKIN' STUPID! MAKIN' ME A FUCKIN' CABIN BOY? I'VE BEEN WIT' THIS CREW FER NEARLY THREE DECADES-"
From what Jim and Doppler could see from their seats as Ganttus turned around, the feline had several bandages binding up his lash marks on his back, which the simple leather vest he wore didn't hide much of.
"What's up with him?" Jim asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, seein' as ol' Ganttus here almost killed Alduin-those two never did get along-Ganttus has been given fifty lashes for his crime and was locked in the brig today." Answered Helus, an older crew member that resembled a six foot tall bi-pedaled lizard, that sat at a table next to theirs. "Now, Ganttus is one crazy old feline. Almost in his seventies, but meaner than a spittin' hell hound, that one. Laughed while they gave him a beatin'-more lashes than you received, lad." He said pointedly to Jim. "And Cap'n Sudayev, not convinced that it made an impression on him, took away his scoutin' privileges and made him a cabin boy fer two months, or until he proved himself, which ever came first."
"Well, that's not sitting well with Ganttus, I take it." Doppler said a bit worriedly.
The lizard gave a hacking laugh in response.
The three of them watched the feline pick up an empty chair and smash it into the wall next to the stairs in rage. Heading down the stairs was Targon, scowling momentarily at Ganttus, but saying nothing, as he searched the crowd of pirates in the galley.
"Mr. Hawkins!"
Jim stood from his seat. "Aye, sir?"
"The Captain wishes to see you in the main Cabin."
Doppler gave Jim a look of apprehension; a subtle message to be careful. The brunette nodded knowingly and walked out of the galley with Targon in tow.
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The first thing that Jim noticed when he stepped into the Cabin was the lack of lighting. Save for one candle that burned low on the table that dominated the room with its all important star charts and maps meticulously stacked in piles, the room was shrouded in gloom. Dimitri was seated in a chair, leaning into it until only the back two legs touched the floor, his feet resting on top of the table to anchor himself from toppling. His hands pillowed the back of his head, at ease, although his emotionless face gave no indication as to whether he was relaxed or not.
"You may leave us, Targon." Dimitri said, still the authoritative figure.
Targon bowed and made his way back out the door, his many feet clicking on the wood.
For a minute, Jim stayed rooted to the spot, confused as to why he was summoned for the umpteenth time today. He couldn't guess what was to happen next. Dimitri had become unpredictable, ran hot and cold with his emotions and intentions.
"You wished to see me, Captain?"
The young brunette became startled when his captain stood up from his seat and walked over to him. In close proximity now, he could tell that Dimitri had abandoned his hat on the floor and his jacket hung on the back of his chair. He looked tired, but not overly exhausted.
"When we're alone, you don't have to call me Captain, Mr. Hawkins." Dimitri smiled teasingly, giving him a small shove.
"Ah, I see," Jim grinned in return. "I don't suppose you can stop calling me Hawkins then?"
"We'll have to discuss it..."
Jim leaned in, wrapped his arms around him, and met his lips with his own.
Dimitri quickly pushed them back against the wall, hungrily devouring Jim's hot mouth and savagely rubbing their tongues together in a fiery dance that quickened their blood. Dimitri was drunk off of the lust and passion that became palpable in the air within seconds. He could feel Jim tug on his shirt, his hair, and could feel his own breeches becoming tight.
Jim shivered as icy hands snaked up his shirt and clawed at his shoulders. He nibbled roughly on the captain's lower lip and then sucked on it gently, a good balance between pain and pleasure that withdrew an erotic groan from Dimitri's throat. For good measure, and to catch him off guard, Jim rubbed his hand over a certain bulge, satisfied with the breathless moaning coming from next to his ear.
But the fun had only started.
On a jolting impulse, Dimitri grabbed Jim by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from the wall, only to back him down on top of the table in the middle of the room, scattering maps and charts in their wake. The candle flickered at the far end of the table, safely undisturbed.
Dimitri threw off his shirt and started undoing his breeches, fumbling with the knots that held it together. Jim did likewise, sliding off his shirt to land on the floor and kicking off his boots. As soon as both men were down to their partially undone breeches and shorts, they resumed ravaging each others' mouths.
Suddenly, Jim gasped, feeling Dimitri's hand touching his sensitive inner thighs. Dimitri laughed softly, enjoying this enticing foreplay.
Before Jim could utter two syllables, he moaned loudly as the man above him gripped his shaft and started pumping. It was an intoxicating sensation!
"Mmmm... I missed this..." Dimitri managed to whisper at last.
Jim flushed, his cheeks turning bright red. "Aaaah... Me too... Dimitri..." He bit back another moan as a tongue flickered over his chest.
"There's just no way I can watch you work all day and not get to do anything to you..." Dimitri said as he came back up for air, which was immediately answered with a muffled affirmation beneath him. Jim couldn't talk, even if he tried.
The Russian tore off the rest of Jim's breeches with impatience and pinned Jim's wrists to the desk. Dimitri nipped and bit at his crew member's neck and chest, resulting in disjointed yelps and moans to intermingle in the stillness of the Cabin. He took a puckered nipple in between his teeth and rolled it under his tongue, causing the loudest moan yet.
Not only did the biting and teasing make Jim quake with eroticism, but hearing those pleads and groans escape his lips did little to extinguish the maddening pulse in Dimitri's organ. Letting go of Jim's wrists, Dimitri finally slid his breeches to the floor and aligned himself up to his lover's entrance, with Jim's legs dangling over his shoulders.
Slowly inching his way inside of him, Jim bit down on his own hand to muffle the lustful screams. Dimitri panted with exertion, locked hilt deep. His heart pounded furiously as his blood raged through his veins like a solar fire racing through the Etherium. Then did the rhythm begin, rocking them into oblivion's sweet embrace.
Jim didn't have to muffle his screams anymore, as the initial pain had passed, to leave a tingling pleasure in its wake. Instead, he reached over his head and gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white and holding on, as if with his very life.
Approximately thirty minutes later, explosions of light danced behind their eyes, signaling a delicious release that neither of them had experienced since they were last together years prior. And as they spiraled down from the pinnacle of their climaxes, they found that their hands were locked with fingers tightly intertwined.
Gasping for breath a little later on, Dimitri slid away from the table and started dragging on his breeches and linen shirt. Jim laid on the table for a moment, trying to catch his breath, before he landed on his feet and searched for his own garments. As he managed to pull on his shirt, he felt Dimitri hold him from behind. He turned around in his arms, receiving a gentle kiss.
When they exchanged post-coital, tender kisses, a mass of shouting suddenly broke the silence on the other side of the door to the deck of the ship. Loud booms rocked the ship unsteadily, almost throwing the pair off-balance.
Dimitri zoomed to the door, wrenching it open as he threw on his jacket, hat, and sash that contained his sword and pistol.
"CAPTAIN! CAPTAIN!"
Ravengrail was running towards the Cabin, dodging fires, holding onto his badly mangled right arm with his left to staunch the bleeding. "We're under attack!"
Jim finished pulling on his boots and scrambled to the threshold, panic threatening to overwhelm him.
"Who dares to attack us?" Dimitri demanded, back in command from the initial shock.
"It's The Dark Serpent, Sir!"
Dimitri blanched, causing Jim to fear for the worst. He had never seen Dimitri that scared before. He strained his ears to catch what Dimitri quietly muttered under his breath, hoping to hear something that would make sense of his apprehension.
"...Sinbad..."
A/N: WOO! Get a load of that bombshell! R&R as always! ;P Glad to always deliver the most unexpected of surprises! Stay tuned for more!
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