AU-gust Day #10: Pirate AU
Will stood on the edge of the plank, his eyes closed, and didn’t show any fear in front of the men who’d forced him here.
A life of piracy had always been leading up to this, and with his crew gone he had nothing left. He ignored the thoughts of someone else, a wraith, the man he’d vowed never to go near again. Will would rather die than let his last thoughts be of him.
He took a deep breath, let his body calm, and was ready to feel the icy cold death he’d so long been promised.
But he was denied his fate by the sound of a cannonball.
Will turned, wide eyed, and stared at a vision out of his nightmares.
He thought for a moment of jumping still, punishing that man for what he did, but the moment he saw Captain Hannibal Lecter all his thoughts of death were gone.
Hannibal stepped through the fighting that had broken out among the brigands who’d commandeered The Wolf Trap and killed his crew. His long ash blonde locks swayed in the wind and Will’s heart beat faster the closer he came.
He was even more handsome than Will remembered.
The minute they were close enough to speak Will found he had no words.
“Your beauty has only blossomed since I last was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you.”
They stared at each other, an arm’s length apart, and Will’s eyes filled with angry tears. “I’m happy to know you remember me, Captain,” he spit, “You can now change the image in your head of me while you watch me plunge to my death.”
Will rushed forward, only to have Hannibal pull him back roughly. His growl of anger made Will oddly nostalgic, and the tears that had threatened to fall wet his cheeks at being in Hannibal’s arms.
Hannibal pulled him back onto the deck and kept his hold from behind, pressing his nose to Will’s hair and breathing in the scent of him. “You stubborn fool.”
“I deserve it, for what I’ve done.”
“I failed them,” he said, leaning back against him, “I…I wasn’t…I’m not meant to be a captain. I’m meant…”
Hannibal turned him around and stared into Will’s eyes. “…to be a first mate. You’re meant to be at my side.”
Will shook his head. “I can’t.”
He was pulled into an embrace that made him shake with want of more.
“Not in my bed,” Hannibal whispered in his ear, “Just…by my side. I need you, Will.”
He closed his eyes. “Yes, Captain.”
The Chesapeake had been home to him for nearly five years, and it would be again. But he would not let himself fall into the temptation of letting Hannibal back into his heart.