#assertive jaskier

“Well I’m feeding you, aren’t I?”

Geralt hummed his agreement. He was being fed. Very well. 

“I’ve given you new clothes, washed and braided your unruly mane, and kissed you into silence on several occasions.” The Captain continued. “You belong to me until your debts are paid.”

“They’ll never be paid if I keep eating from the ship’s supply of food.”

“Mhm. Exactly. The thing is, darling, that I wouldn’t mind keeping you like this forever.” Jaskier smirked but his eyes were full of gentle concern and curiosity. “Unless you have any objections to such an arrangement. We’ll be at port in a few days and you’re welcome to leave if you so desire.”

Geralt considered. Nobody he knew was going to suddenly come upon him in the middle of the ocean. If he died in battle here it wouldn’t be much different than dying while fighting a monster. Not to mention that Jaskier’s crew of ruffians and rogues didn’t dare hurl insults or stones at him aboard this vessel. He was rather well-liked, actually. Some of the men came and talked to him whenever he had a moment away from Jaskier’s side (as rare as they were) about everyday things like sword polishing and rope repair. Things Geralt knew and understood. Things he enjoyed talking about. 

“Okay. I’ll stick around a little longer. And since I’m your pet I suppose you’re also allowed to kiss and touch me however you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I would like that, I think. Just let me know when you’re going to do that stuff, alright?”

“Goody!” the young pirate clapped. “I am amenable to your terms, darling. Now let’s move to the galley for a bit. I need to speak with some of the crew.”

“Hmm.”

“Bring your cushion.”

“Hmm.”

Geralt did as he was told, carrying his assigned pillow from the captain’s cabin to the large galley/dining area. He knelt at Jaskier’s side again and felt those long, calloused fingers start tracing up and down the back of his neck. He shivered visibly and ignored a few strange looks from the men. “Shh, Geralt.”

“Didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking too loud. Here,” the Captain leaned down for a moment and pressed his lips against his captive’s. He bit the white-haired man’s bottom lip, cupping the base of Geralt’s skull with his hand as he did so. Not only was the older man incapable of moving away from Jaskier’s strong hold on him, but he found that he didn’t really want to move away. He liked the apparent control his Captain liked to exert over him. He liked being told what to do as straightforwardly as possible. The kiss was intense and stole the witcher’s breath away. When Jaskier finally pulled back, Geralt’s golden eyes were glazed over and watery. “That’s much better, precious thing.”

With Jaskier there were no guessing games. No rules that Geralt didn’t understand. The young Captain took what he wanted when he wanted it; even though he was always sure to check with Geralt for permission first. 

The Captain released him from the kiss and turned to speak with the crew members gathered in the galley. The ex-witcher closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of Jaskier’s fingers sliding against his skin wherever they moved.