#fornassau

"It will have blood, they say, blood will have blood."

Captain James Flint covered in blood. (1/?)

(Bonus)

Since his arrival in Nassau Jaime had worked his way around the captains. Introduction, a bit of charm, a bit of poking around, and the rumours and reputation that had slowly started to spread from down in Tortuga had put him in a favourable position with most of the captains or their quartermasters. He even had some kind of understanding with Vane and he had yet to let Miss Guthrie down. 

Throughout all his time in Nassau, he had heard one name circle around a lot and had almost believed the man they spoke of was some kind of myth. But then he had heard through that idiot Captain Naft that Captain Flint was back on shore and Jaime made it his mission to find him. To see if what they said were true or not.

— “ Mm.. “ Jack had been rambling about something or other. Did the subject actually matter? Not really. Jack Rackham had a mind that was always bouncing about, whether it be step by step of a plan or just running off on its own ADHD fueled tangent. But Charles had so easily silenced him from the little mouse running on the wheel that powered his thoughts with a sudden kiss. Oh he could taste the rum on his lips, even the tiniest bits of tobacco. He could have purred. Only two people in the world could successfully interrupt him. Charles was one. Anne was the other. Neither interrupted so pleasantly as he would have liked.

Only when he had to gasp for breath did he speak, but refused to open his eyes, just keeping his mouth close to his with a satisfied grumble from his throat. “ .. what was I talking about? I .. don’t seem to have the faintest idea of what it was.. “

“Mm,” Charles grunts, “you tell me.” 

He doesn’t mean that. Before Jack can fill the silence he dips his head again, touching their mouths together in a firm press. Charles had been listening in the beginning, or at least trying to, trusting Jack might reach the point before morning. He only has so much patience.

Charles rolls off of him and onto his furs in his previous sprawl on his back. It’s easy to get an arm under Jack’s scrawny frame and drag him onto his bare chest. He closes his eyes, lets his hand drift until the fingers are curling around Jack’s to give a hearty squeeze. 

“You’re nervous.” Jack is the only man Charles has met that doesn’t want to sleep immediately after sex. The fuck does it take to burn some of that energy? “Stop it.”

Captain Charles Vane saving Captain James Flint.

Bonus:

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“What about him, Captain?”

Golden orbs looked in the direction his Quartermaster had gestured, taking a moment to observe the man in question. He stood from the table he’d been sat at with some other men and a couple of whores, and the second he stepped forward, he stumbled. He grabbed onto the table for support and laughed while his men laughed at him, clearly inebriated which had Flint grimacing. “Too intoxicated.” Which he was not in the mood for tonight. He was fucking starving, but not enough to make himself drunk. Or high. Which many of these men currently were. If not incredibly aroused thanks to the whores scattered about. Their minds were filled with nothing but filth and it disgusted the Captain to the point of silencing them.

“That one?” Gates nodded to another that just walked by them and Flint followed his line of sight, watching.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Smells as though he hasn’t had a bath in days. Weeks, even.”

He heard his Quartermaster sigh. “Captain, most of these men, if not all of them, have likely not bathed in several days.” Why did he have to be so damn picky? Oh right, because he was a vampire.

Flint shoots him a glare. “You think me picky, but would you not want to enjoy your meal? Or would you be content with molded bread and meat?”

Gate huffs. “I hate when you do that.”

Flint grins, knowing he was talking about the mind reading. “A habit. Forgive me.” He chuckles and Gate rolls his eyes, but there’s a smirk there now. He was the only man - the only human and, quite honestly, being - that James Flint trusted. They’d been friends for years now, sailing together for just as long, and he was the only one that knew of his Captain’s… condition. He’s kept his secret for this long and was always good at removing any suspicion among the ship that Flint may not be human. He was simply a different Captain from all others. Both highly respected and feared. His name was known far and wide and here in Nassau, especially.

He wasn’t the only Vampire, of course, but he was the only vampire pirate Captain. There was no other like him.

The doors to the tavern open and in walk some more men, more pirates and Flint’s hums, nodding in their direction. “Him.” He mutters, eyes darkening as his hunger grows, following his target - his soon-to-be-meal - as he takes a seat at one of the empty tables with his mates.

Gates groans. “Really, Captain? Him?“ He clearly wasn’t approving of his choice. And for good reason. “Captain Vane has already taken notice of some of his crewmen goin’ missing and because you’re his favorite person,” that was said with heavy sarcasm. “He’s sure you’ve got somethin’ to do with it. Now, if you could please explain to me, as to why you’re so keen on making that worse?”

Flint heard his Quartermaster’s words, grinning the entire time but not bothering to look at him. Especially not when he walked in. Charles fucking Vane. Flint’s grin grew wider, fangs almost bearing. Gates was right. Flint knew that and that’s exactly why he wanted that particular man. Because he enjoyed fucking with Charles Vane. His greatest rival, his biggest threat, and the most powerful of Captains and men, aside from himself, of course. They’d been enemies for a long while now - always trying to one up the other and trying to take the biggest prize. Trying to become the biggest and baddest name in Nassau and on all the seven seas.

But there was more to it than that… more to them. Though neither would ever fucking admit it. But deep down, Flint knew. And the way his cock hardened from the mere sight of him sometimes made that obvious, but only to himself.