#nachim

I'm so sorry to disappoint you by being boring but none of the pirates I write are! Unless you count sleeping in there while scared, then Haru is a big time regular.

Nachim and Ataxia have slept together a couple of times, but that was pure curiosity. None of the others have slept with him even once. And nobody plans or any desire to in either direction.

@mournus

No one would dare say Itsuki was not a wolf of his word. Even if it might take some time for promises to be fulfilled. He didn’t really like to hold a debt if it could be helped, but sometimes life didn’t give the perfect repayment on a decent time table. A treasure thought lost to time. Buried before even his grandmother had been born. A map reemerged after all these centuries. He’d gotten it for a steal. There’d been no real deceit on his part. The treasure hunting world had simply gotten frustrated with these pieces of parchment. Its words were in a language fewer knew each year. Especially the old dialect it was in. Even if that had it was all in code. A puzzle that had to be figured out. Made harder by the missing pieces. Well missing to this world. The map had been painstakingly crafted. Torn into 5 parts. Each piece holding a different code to it. Probably an attempt to keep the original crew honest. The ancient wolf could read much of it. Deciphering it a little tougher, but not an impossible task. Though some of that code lay out of even his reach...but not his pup’s. She could not fully grasp it yet, but she’d recognized all. Some from his teachings. Some from that of her maternal line. And some from friendships she had struck he’d rather not think about. It had been a long talk discussing it with her. She’d been nervous about the family, but had been eager to help him get rid of this debt. Even if there wasn’t a pressing need, she understood him enough to know how valuable it was for him to keep his words.

He had to track for months. Finding when the man would be in a close port. When the time was right they made their way there. His pups all eager to help. They liked to work puzzles together. Wanted some interesting adventure. Though he knew a part of them were worried about allowing the alpha to vanish on a ship alone for a month or more. They wanted to be there in case anything happened. They got to the dock early. Waiting until he caught that familiar scent on the wind. All quick to follow, the ancient taking the lead. Keeping the three behind him. He had some basic trust of the man. But he needed to see if his temperament had changed.

Their main language is English, it's what most people speak at least a little bit of; however, there are so many people from all over the world on his ship that even if someone has no English there will be someone to translate/teach/help.

He leaned over, scooping Rhys' chin to force eye-contact he would have easily received anyway. Don't try to escape this. "Fine let me try again." he hummed, squinting. "You are thinking that... there is nobody in the world but me you would allow to treat you this way, and nobody in the world who could possibly make you feel the way I do. How about that, mi vida?"

"And we will, when you stop whining and get in this tub." He would tug him by his wrist, if need be. There was plenty of room for both. But as he grabbed for the immortal, he too was taken with determined intent, set upon him as to make him feel human again.

"That..." was uncanny. They were teetering on something dangerous, but dangerous for whom? The muscles around his eyes softened, mouth slowly relaxed. Was this another game, or a confession in disguise?

Still, he smiled. And he took the question as a challenge. He allowed the word love to roll off his spine. Didn't want to dwell on it more than his shifting, faltering gaze portrayed.

"You are thinking..." one hand raised from the tub to stroke Rhys' waist, "my, what a handsome man your captain is, and how good it feels to have his cum leaking from your hole. I'm right, aren't I?"

At least there could be no question whether or not Nachim had become a telepath overnight. Some things were still private, even if they needn't be. He took those lips for himself, pressed their foreheads together, and turned to sink into the bathtub.

"You wished to bathe me, yes?" Allowing someone near his hair took trust not obtained in a single night. If not for drawings of himself, he might have forgotten his face. His hair was sacred, and Nachim's hands, venerated.

"Sometimes I feel like you know me better than I know myself, mi vida." as the tub filled he returned his attention to his lover. Hands placed either side of the vampire on the rim of the bath, leaning down towards his face. "How can that be so, hm?"

"I'm afraid that's impossible." But the vampire didn't move when trapped in place. Didn't feel a tinge of concern, and couldn't recall the last time he had, if ever. Some of his kin spent the better part of a mortal lifetime as a fledgling, timid and humbled by everything. It wasn't his sire to alight coals beneath him, it had been this immortal. One stripped his humanity, and the other gave him a reason not to walk into the daylight.