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The rough ocean’s waters rolled with the strong winds as a storm blew in from the west, bringing with it heavy rain and the clap of thunder. Lightening shot through the dark clouds above, giving a haunting gleam to the ongoing battle. Blood smeared across the deck of the ship as the men did all they could to defend themselves from their attackers. The clash of sword meeting sword and gunfire rang loudly over the cry of wounded men. Merchant seamen were finding they were no match against the assailants who were overpowering them with ease. The pirate ship had come from nowhere with cannons blazing, as if it had been birthed from the storm itself, which threatened to sink them to the ocean floor. Their ship, The Mist, was en route to a neighbouring kingdom to trade lesser goods when it was attacked. These pirates' sole purpose was to plunder for riches aboard the vessel, to steal the ship blind and leave them in disarray when they were done. The ship’s cargo consisted of spices and furs to trade and was by no means filled with treasures or rare artifacts. Not a jewel or claimed property of valuable nature was in their possession. Looting had become the way these men, these pirates, operated. Hungry for gold, thirsty for objects that shine.

Everywhere he looked, Hongjoong saw the mutilated corpses of the crew, who were not fighters, including himself. The ground became slippery with the rainfall and blood of people he once knew from his homeland. He brushed his white hair from his face as water soaked his body, weighed his clothing, and restricted his movements. Pathetically, he gripped the handle of his sword tightly, keeping it close for the purpose of feeling some security. The constant rocking of the ship hindered his steps and soured his stomach, impelling him to cling to the railing of the main deck, hidden and out of the way. The ocean below raged much like the uncomfortable storm in his belly. He couldn’t focus. Everything happening around him was giving him sensory overload.

The planks under his feet suddenly shifted and panic settled in Hongjoong’s gut when he was sent flying over the edge of the ship. The heat from the blast below deck lasted a second, shooting pieces of wood and shrapnel through the air with him. In that moment, a ship surfaced from under the turbulent waves, creaking and groaning. Instead of being swallowed by the sea, Hongjoong’s breath was knocked from his lungs upon colliding with the solid deck. Pain embedded itself at the back of his skull. Water sloshed around him on impact as portions of the salty fluid emptied down the sides of the swaying ship. Coughing, he turned onto his side to grab the nearest object to keep him from rolling around. With one hand on the rope, the other searched the back of his head. He patted around his scalp and when he pulled his hand into view he was relieved to find it bloodless. It was a bonus that his horns had not been damaged either.

Signs this ship had breached from beneath the ocean were everywhere, from the flopping fish to the seaweed hanging from the masts of the ship, who carried no colours. After catching his breath, Hongjoong gawked. The unlucky dragon of luck that he was, had landed on an anomalous ship.

Another explosion rumbled and Hongjoong hurried to his knees, watching in agony and helplessness as The Mist was engulfed in flames. He tightened his hold on the rope, witnessing everything familiar to him burn.

A pair of arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he dropped the rope with a gasp. He was lifted and carried across the deck but not without fighting in the arms of whoever had a hold of him. Hongjoong grunted as he struggled against his captor. He attempted to pry himself free of strong arms then was suddenly released and dropped. Hongjoong landed on his shins with a pained groan.

“Stay d’ere and keep quiet.” a deep voice ordered.

Hongjoong looked up then. The man before him had a rugged visage, donned in faded tattoos and scars. His body was damp, dripping, making it hard to tell if it was from the rain or if he surfaced with the ship. Dark brown hair stuck to his face, weighing down the chin length locks. Had he crash-landed on another pirate ship?

The human bound dragon pondered the implications of a ship rising from the sea. He had never seen nor heard of anything close to this sorcery. It baffled him greatly. There was a lot in this vast world Hongjoong did not know and he wanted calirity. He wanted to know what the hell was going on. Hongjoong dared not ask the stranger what was happening, despite his mind screaming at him to get answers.

A shuffle to his left made Hongjoong realize he was not the only one on the wet deck. Other men sat kneeling, clothes stained and skin marred with injuries. He recognized none of them.

After what seemed like hours, the sound of footsteps directed Hongjoong’s attention to the stairs not far from the line up. Descending the steps was a man which Hongjoong assumed was the captain. He held a certain coldness in his charcoal lined eyes, and he carried himself with an otherworldly poise. The slope of his nose was graceful and a scar crossed one of his high cheekbones. The captain was gorgeous. His black hair was pulled into a tail and swayed over the shoulder of his long, red coat as he walked closer to the small group of seven, eyeing them up like a predator, calculating and scrutinizing.

“Cap’n,” The man that had carried Hongjoong away approached the man. “Seven survivors.”

Hongjoong watched the beautiful stranger gracefully stride on knee-high stiletto boots, closing in on the group lined up, gaze filled with aloof judgement with no strings. He disregarded the survivors like measly flies. He observed for a moment before speaking to the surviving men. “Gentlemen, I offer ye a choice: Postpone judgement fer one-hundred years o’ servitude as part o’ me crew or meet yer fate a’ th’ ‘ands o’ Jack Ketch. Th’ choice be yers.” Oh and how Hongjoong listened to his velvet voice.

A few men agreed without much thought while others declared they’d take their remaining humanity down to the depths with them. Hongjoong looked away before he could see the sharp blades of knives break skin. The sight of black boots came into vision and Hongjoong looked up, meeting the man’s deeply assessing eyes.

“Ye have fire in yer eyes…” The captain pressed a jeweled finger to his chin, the corner of his lip lifted into a sinister smirk. “Talk. What be yer purpose ‘ere?”

Hongjoong opened his mouth but found his voice was gone. He gulped, forcing his words out. “I-I was th-thrown off m-my ship, s-sir...“ He was almost embarrassed at how timid he spoke. He needed to explain himself. It was all a misunderstanding. The ship he fell from was nothing but a harmless merchant ship, it carried no ill intentions. He was innocent, a victim of crime. Perhaps they would show him good form and let him go home.

The captain dropped his hand to rest it on the handle of his cutlass “That be th’ way o’ it?” Hongjoong nodded. “Shiver me timbers, ye be from th’ mainland, eh?” His tone was taunting. “‘Haps ye be one wi’ certain… properties?”

Hongjoong sat with panic pinching at his stomach. His appearance stood out like a sore thumb amongst these pirates, which could make him easy prey. “Y-yes, Captain. I’m a luck dragon.”

The growth of the captain’s smirk sent chills through Hongjoong. “Lookie ‘ere men, we found ourselves a dragon o’ luck. A beauty at that.” Ominous chuckles erupted from around the ship and Hongjoong had never felt so scared and anxious at once. “Be a shame t’ let a bonny face as yers go so soon.”

The dragon of luck felt a sense of dread while anticipating the captain’s next proclamation. One that would decide his future. His sweat had blended with continuing rainfall and the thunderclap overhead reverberated loudly in his chest.

“Ten years of service aboard me vessel,”

No-

“Welcome t’ th’ Flyin’ Dutchman, pretty dragon o’ luck.”

Hongjoong felt himself sway, unsure if it was from the sudden declaration or from the angry waves still thrashing about around them. His stomach churned. He would surely be done for. That was his first show of sympathy, and such was their disclosed preoccupation as pirates. Hongjoong could beg all he wanted, but he knew his pleas would fall on deaf ears. The captain walked away with the same grace he had when he made an appearance, shouting orders to the crew to make way. When Hongjoong turned around, The Mist was gone, now a shipwreck below poetic waves, deep in blue rest.

And that marked Hongjoong’s first night aboard this cursed ship.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

Hongjoong mourned his fallen sailors and his freedom on the bed in the small room the intimidating pirate had pulled him away to after the captain’s commands. There, he was left alone with his thoughts, unable to sleep. His body was cold, clothes damp and heart heavy. The grief of losing his ship was enough to sadden the mightiest but his heart was strong enough to believe he could keep going for them. He needed to believe he could find his way home, hoping his luck could hold strong.

He wracked his brain for any information about the ship he was on but he came up empty. What would happen now? Would he drown if they descended the waters? How would he get home?

At least he had his own room, for now anyway.

What little peace he had been basking in was interrupted when his door was swung open and a different man was standing idly. He was tall, floppy copper hair hung in his face, clad in baggy brown pants, leather boots and a faded poet shirt. He carried a belt holding a gun and small knives at his hips. Hongjoong startled when the man spoke. “Cap’n wants tuh see ye, purdy.” Edgy, Hongjoong got out of bed to meet the taller man at the door and he was pushed forward in the direction of the deck.

On deck, the storm had long passed and the sun was blazing overhead. Hongjoong covered his eyes to shield them from the brightness which temporarily blinded him. He received a rough shove to his back and he stumbled, shooting a glare at the man behind him. Of course, he would blame it on the bright sunlight. “Up th’ stairs,” he was ordered. Reluctantly, Hongjoong climbed the steps, spotting another set of steps that led up to the wheel of the ship. The rude pirate gripped his arm and pulled him over to the door on the left, pausing to knock. After a muffled voice was heard, Hongjoong was yanked inside too roughly. He lost his balance and fell to his side. The hell was this guy’s problem?

“Mingi, ye rash git, ye fixin’ t’ visit th’ Locker?”

Hongjoong supported himself on his hands, ignoring the throb in his knee when he looked in the direction the voice had come from. Seated at a desk, legs crossed, was the captain. Those captivating eyes were as serious as his caution. “Be that nay good form.”

“I meant nay disrespect, sir,” The pirate, Mingi, shrunk in place.

The captain, somewhat displeased, rose from his chair. His white blouse hung off the sun-kissed skin on his right shoulder and was low enough to show the curve of his pectoral. A corset hugged his thin waist, exhibiting his lean physique. The legs of his tight black pants were tucked into the same boots he attired yesterday. He strode with definite steps up to Hongjoong and squatted down. “I apologize, luck dragon. Mingi was jus’ followin’ orders. Ye be hurtin’ anywhere?”

Hongjoong felt addled at the sudden change of attitude when the captain addressed him. Being this much closer to the man, the dragon confirmed he was indeed much more beautiful. Hongjoong couldn’t look away from the pirate captain, nor did he want to. His cheeks became warm and his heart thundered like last night’s storm. This man held traits one could only wish for; his skin contrasted elegantly with the white of his shirt, his hair was as black as the purest of velvety nights and tied back with a few stray strands framing his face, had supple plump lips, strong eyebrows above dark brown eyes that adorned thick eyelashes. His dark eyes seemed less intimidating, the mean look had been replaced with consideration. They twinkled like stars.

“N-no, sir,” Hongjoong was sure smoke would start spewing from any one of his holes.

The dark haired man gave a nod. “Did ye get some rest?”

Hongjoong shook his head, “Not really,”

With an acknowledged hum, the captain held his hand out towards Hongjoong. The hand offered to him was decorated with silver rings holding dazzling stones. Some were blackened by age, as antique silver does. Iffy, Hongjoong raised his hand and set it in the other man’s palm, barely pressing down. The captain closed his fingers around Hongjoong’s and stood up, helping the dragon bound human stand as well.

“I be sorry ‘bout that,” the taller man released Hongjoong’s hand and it found home on his angled hip. “We’ll be sure t’ make ye tired enough when th’ nigh’ comes. Mingi,” he addressed the brown haired man. “Show…” he extended his hand outward, gesturing for Hongjoong to continue.

“Hongjoong,”

The captain’s smile was devastating. “Show our dear Hongjoong aroun’ an’ help ‘im find somethin’ t’ eat. An’ Mingi, if I ‘ear ye was nay respectful... ” his threat needed no continuation.

When Mingi stepped up behind him, Hongjoong spoke up. “W-wait, who are you?”

The captain looked astounded. “Ye nay know o’ me… us? This ‘ere ship?” Hongjoong gave his head a shake. “Sink me…” The man cleared his throat before he resumed. “Aye, I be Captain Seonghwa Davy, Devil o’ the Seas, shepherd t’ poor souls lost a’ sea, captain o’ the Flyin’ Dutchman, a’ ye’r service.”

Hongjoong would have regarded the captain with disbelief if he had not witnessed this ship breach the ocean’s savage waters the night before. It appeared he was in front of no ordinary pirate and crew. Yet he couldn’t fathom what any of this meant. A shepherd? Lost souls? There was also another factoid he wanted to discuss.

“Your ship, captain… it can… swim underwater?” At his question, a snicker came from behind him.

The captain, Seonghwa, gave one simple nod and before Hongjoong could ask more about it, Seonghwa spoke. “That be a story fer anotha day, lovely. Acquaint yerself wi’ me crew an’ find some grub,” he jerked his chin to signal for Mingi to start moving. “Tomorrow, be a new day.”

Hongjoong pondered the implications of the captain's words as he was ushered out the door more mercifully this time. While he was lost in thought, he forgot his mentally scripted defence regarding his freedom and he failed to notice another tall man walk into the captain’s quarters as they left.

Seonghwa crossed his arms as he watched his latest catch walk out and a familiar face and a head of light brown hair stroll in. “Ah, admirin’ the newest addition, captain?” The tall man questioned friskily. To that, Seonghwa grinned.

“Aye, he be a rare piece of booty, Yunho,”

Yunho’s expression turned sour as he grimaced. “Oh, that be… not your best pun, my liege.” Seonghwa gave a hearty laugh. “Ye be lucky the rest o’ the crew were nay around t’ hear that one.”

Seonghwa turned to his desk and picked up a bottle to offer it to his friend, his smile wide and proud. “It be a pun nonetheless, drink up.” Yunho scoffed as he grasped the bottle and took a quick drink, smacking his lips. He passed it back to Seonghwa who drank from the glass bottle as well.

”Was him eyes full’a fear?” In reply, Seonghwa nodded. “Think he’ll fare?” Yunho asked.

Seonghwa licked the bits of rum off his lips, thinking it over for a brief moment. He gazed at the spot Hongjoong had been standing a moment ago. “He may be a landlubber, but me t’inks he’ll fare just fine.”

Hongjoong followed a dutifilled Mingi around the decks, taking in everything and anything he could. Living on The Mist for a few weeks had granted him some knowledge about the workings of a ship. Many things Mingi had shown him he was already aware of. Despite having been at sea for those weeks, the constant rocking of the ship was making him queasy and every once in a while he would try to hide a gag.

They wandered up the steps near the captain’s quarters, Hongjoong held onto the railing tightly to avoid swaying so much.

“This ‘ere be th’ wheel and th’ one steerin’ be Jongho, th’ quartermaster.” Looking up, the dragon recognized the vest on the man introduced to him as Jongho. He was the one who had manhandled Hongjoong after he crashed onto the ship the night before. “This be Hongjoong,”

Jongho gave a silent nod towards Hongjoong as if their interaction last night never happened. Hongjoong felt the slightest tinge of irritation but he nodded back to save face. Then, Hongjoong’s body leaned to the side and he caught himself before he could fall over and make a fool of himself.

“Ah, ye hunger I suspect,” Mingi stepped closer to the dragon in case his balance wavered again. “Follow me, purdy, we shall find ye somethin’ t’ eat below.”

Hongjoong couldn’t deny that the sharp pang of hunger started to worsen, despite the uncomfortable churn regrettably caused by seasickness. He followed Mingi back down the steps and across the deck. They descended the steps down into the galley where a silhouetted person was shuffling around the kitchen.

Around the galley hung various herbs and spices, on the ground sat enclosed barrels stacked out of the way. To the left and right were tables lined with chairs, scarred and worn by time.

“This be Wooyoung, th’ cook.” Mingi spoke up as they approached the moving body.

The figure turned then, wiping his hands on an apron, “Ah Mingi, and…” Wooyoung stepped into the light and Hongjoong stared. The cook was about the same height as Hongjoong was, his brown hair around the crown of his head was pulled back into a small pony, and a large scar curved from the left side of his lip up his left eye. It barely missed the beauty mark an inch or so under his eye. Whatever had cut the flesh went deep and caused his eyelid to droop. Despite the facial laceration, the cook was quite stunning. Hongjoong felt himself staring a little too long and didn’t want to make the brunet uncomfortable.

“H-Hongjoong…”

Wooyoung held his hand out with a lopsided smile. “Welcome aboard, matey.” Hongjoong met Wooyoung’s hand and they shared a firm shake.

“Thank you,” the dragon smiled sheepishly.

“Hongjoong ‘ere be hankerin’ fer some grub.” the tall man took a seat at one of the chairs and propped a leg up on a spare.

Wooyoung released Hongjoong’s hand and waved him over to the table Mingi had seated himself. “Oh o’ course, I’ll grab a few t’ings for ye.”

“Oh, th-thank you…” Timidly, Hongjoong seated himself at the table across from Mingi and awkwardly played with a hole in his sleeve where a button was missing. In spite of being a pirate and affiliated with people like Mingi and Jongho, Wooyoung seemed softhearted and it was a welcomed change. Especially when the cook brought over a cup of water and a bowl of fruits and cheese.

Once he had eaten the food that Wooyoung prepared, the pangs of starvation passed like the soft wisp of the ocean’s breeze that was just blowing by. Hongjoong followed Mingi up to the deck, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the sun. Once his eyes focused, he glanced up and saw a familiar figure standing by the wheel conversing with Jongho. Hongjoong met the captain’s eyes, eliciting a smirk from the gorgeous man when their eyes met. Hongjoong felt his face flush and he turned away only to come face-to-face with someone’s lips. He jumped back, baffled when he realized the man in front of him was hanging upside down.

“Hi!” the stranger greeted happily. “I’m San!”

Hongjoong quirked a brow but nodded his head to the overturned man. “I’m Hongjoong.”

“Ah, Sannie be our lookout,” Mingi pointed out, giving the rope San was dangling from a small pull. “Nay afraid o’ high places, are ya?”

Hongjoong frowned. “I mean, I am a dragon so…”

San eased himself onto the deck with graceful skill and flipped his straw coloured hair from his face. “Then ye should com’ visit me, it gets lonely up d’ere all by me onesies.” he suggested improperly.

“Ye know cap’ will send ye t’ th’ locker hisself if’n ye soil hims treasure, prat.” Mingi warned.

Hongjoong then realized how little he understood about pirate tongue. It might as well be a different language. “Uh… what’s the “locker”?” he asked. “I’ve heard the captain mention it a few times.” All these bizarre abbreviations muddled his brain.

“Why, sink me, ye know very little ‘bout th’ seas to ‘ave been on a ship, purdy.” Mingi almost looked offended.

Hongjoong shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the comment, “I never needed to being on the mainland…”

San patted Hongjoong on the shoulder. “Th’ locker be where sailors who perish at sea go. Be it sickness or by th’ ‘ands o’ someone else. D’ems everlastin’ bed below.”

And then the metaphor clicked. “Oh, it’s just another way of saying the bottom of the ocean then. So, why would the captain threaten to send his own crew there if you touched his treasure? What treasure could be so valuable?”

Both Mingi and San chuckled.

“Ye be the treasure, matey.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened at San because surely he had heard that wrong. “M-me?”

“Aye,” Mingi leaned against a barrel. “Cap took a fancy t’ ye. ‘specially wi’ yer bonny face an’ hair th’ colour o’ clouds.”

Hongjoong glanced at the wheel and found the captain’s gaze on him once again. Those shadowy eyes seemed to light up his face. The pink dusting Hongjoong’s cheeks was not from the heat.

With the setting of the sun, Hongjoong found himself hunched over the railing, sadly spewing his lunch into the gently rocking waves. If this was how his ten years would look on board, he was tempted to ask someone to off him then and there. He sighed as he crossed his arms against the wood and pressed his forehead into his arm, positive he had emptied his stomach.

A sweet aroma invaded his nose and he turned his head to see a tall man, perhaps taller than Mingi, offer a steaming mug to him. “‘ere, it be peppermint… ‘elps with sour bellies. Wooyoung’s secret,” Hongjoong nodded and held the mug in his hands, sniffing its sweet bouquet. “I’m Yunho,” Hongjoong didn’t reply because the other was talking again. “I know who ye be, Hongjoong. I be the doctor aboard, so if somethin’ ails ye, come spy me.” His smile was small but soft.

“Thank you,” Hongjoong uttered before he took an experimental sip from the hot beverage and smacked his lips a few times. The warmth felt good against his sore throat.

“It be no trouble. Can’t have cap’s bonny lad t’ ill t’ work.”

Hongjoong felt his eyebrows dip as he stood straight up. “He doesn't even know me-”

“Ah but he does,” Yunho crossed his arms over his broad chest and leaned over them as he watched the orange sky. “Seonghwa ‘as knowledge far b’yond our own understandin’... it only be yer first day ‘ere. Ye will know what I mean.” He sounded fond of the captain, like he was praising even Seonghwa’s shadow.

A beat of silence passed and Hongjoong’s curiosity got the better of him. “So… how are you all not covered in barnacles and… starfish?”

Yunho’s eyes found Hongjoong’s and they disappeared behind an amused smile. “That be somethin’ t’ ask cap.” he backed away from the railing and patted it as he sighed out. “G’night Hongjoong.”

The dragon was left alone with his drink and thoughts. He sipped slowly as he stared out at the vast expanse of water that seemed to go on forever. Only when the stars started to appear did Hongjoong move, bringing the mug with him. He was not in the mood to eat so after finishing his drink, the sourness in his stomach long gone, he found his way back to his cabin. He shucked his boots and shirt off then climbed into bed.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

The second and third day of being aboard the unique ship weren’t so different from the first. Hongjoong spent time familiarizing himself with how things worked. He helped wherever he was needed, despite not being a true sailor himself, yet there was still a voice at the back of his head that told him this was not home. He was being held captive here, mostly for his beauty he assumed, if the sly comments weren’t any hints. He had come to Seonghwa about it on the third day, to which the captain replied with “Me crew would nay lay a ‘and on ye, least o’ all take ye like a back door whore.” The subtle flirting, he decided, he could deal with even if there was obvious annoyance in the captain’s eyes.

While being part of the crew, Hongjoong had yet to witness the fantastical display of the ship submerging beneath the water’s surface. He’d lie if he said he wasn’t anticipating such a thrilling spectacle.

Hongjoong noticed a strong bond between some of the crew, built on a solid foundation of loyalty, trust, respect, love. He was particularly fond of their harmless bickering and the ridiculous puns which lead to everyone taking drinks from the closest bottles. A game Hongjoong took great amusement in. The puppy piles were often, despite the heat, closure had been more important. With the nights he would hear playful banter on deck, but he would be too physically and mentally exhausted to partake in the festivities. At least Wooyoung’s remedy helped soothe his seasickness.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

The night following his fifth day, Hongjoong’s sleep was interrupted by loud shouting and heavy footsteps. Alert, he sat up, pondering if he should investigate or not. He reached for his boots the same time his door swung open and San walked in with wild eyes.

“‘urry an’ get yer stuff on. All ‘ands on deck.”

Hongjoong rushed then, hurrying into his boots and pulling his shirt on as he followed San out into the hall and up to the deck. If Hongjoong could describe what he heard and saw, it would be chaos. Seonghwa was shouting orders from the wheel and crewmates bustled around.

“What’s going on?” Hongjoong asked.

“A shipwreck. Th’ survivors be fightin’ aft… Navy bastards.” San growled as he pulled his cutlass from his hip. “Stay by Yunho, he be needin’ ‘elp if ther’ be wounded.” San gave the dragon a push towards the cabin on deck before he took off to join the fight on the other ship. Hongjoong did as he was told, running to Yunho who was already tending to an injured mate.

“What can I do to help?” Hongjoong asked, watching Yunho’s swift hands roll cloth around the man’s upper arm.

Without looking up, Yunho spoke. “Look fer any of ours that be ‘urt, bring them t’ me.”

Hongjoong wasn’t built for fighting, despite his true nature. The disorder made him confused, shocked. The shouting, cannon fire, clashes of swords and guns left him in a state of disarray. His fight or flight response was broken. His eyes scanned the crowd battling back in front of him, hoping he could pick out any wounded amongst the mayhem. These pirates were proficient in their field. Unlike the sailors they were attacking, they lived by no codes, no rules, no honour. Neither one of those applied to them. The band of corsair Hongjoong was acquainted with did not plunder for gold or riches, they ravaged souls.

There was a yell off to his left and Hongjoong saw someone drop their gun just as they stumbled backwards, right over the railing.

“Yeosang!” someone shouted. “Man overboard!”

Hongjoong’s mouth felt hot, his throat constricted, the embers of his heartfire burned and he ran. He jumped over the side, diving into the darkness of the ocean. The cool water tickled his skin, the cold feeling followed his body’s transformation, flesh turned into scales and wings grew upon his back. A long tail stretched behind and his horns grew larger. He was able to see the swirl of blood with his heightened vision, a hazy dark green wisp that bled from Yeosang’s clavicle and he swam over to the man with apt effort. As he swam closer, the wound became more obvious. Embedded inside the tarnished muscle was a clear outline of a metal ball. Hongjoong curled his clawed hands around the body and kicked his legs towards the surface. He shot out of the water, wings spread wide and flapping. Water sprayed everywhere as Hongjoong balanced himself well enough to make a safe landing on the ship. The ship rocked with his weight and he was quick to revert back into a human with the fallen man in his arms.

Dripping wet, he carried the unconscious body over to Yunho, the extent of his injury on his tongue. Yunho looked up, eyes agape with questions but Hongjoong disregarded the doctor and laid the man down on one of the free beds. “He was shot, the bullet is lodged in the muscle under his collarbone. He will live.”

“How did ye-”

Hongjoong was out the door before he could hear what the doctor had to say. High on adrenaline and burn of his heartfire, he scanned for any more wounded men. The fight seemed to be in their favour, the number of Navy coats had lessened which meant victory was in their grasp. These blue-coats were determined even if their ship was soon to sink.

Then a thought;

Was it worth it to set their ship on fire?

Hongjoong pondered as he looked around for their captain, spotting him on the other ship swinging his cutlass skillfully. He was momentarily captivated, watching the captain’s sharp movements and precise jabs in awe but he would have to save his ogling for another day. Hongjoong crossed the plank to the other ship, hands bare of any weapon. He managed to dodge blades and bodies, but without a weapon he couldn’t defend himself.

It was reckless, stupid. He was open to any attack but of course, his luck could only take him so far before it turned against him.

Someone pointed the end of their weapon in Hongjoong’s face, cackling like a madman. Hongjoong gulped as he stared in fear. This was not good.

The man in the blue coat was suddenly gagging. Hongjoong noticed a blade sticking through his chest before it was pulled out and the man fell to the ground.

Seonghwa looked feral; his skin was painted with the blood of navy soldiers, his eyes were dark and murderous but they softened when they saw Hongjoong.

“Th’ hell ye doin’, dove? Tis danger-”

“Captain, call the men back to the ship.” Hongjoong directed firmly. “With haste, trust me!” Seonghwa looked hesitant but didn’t argue. He angled his lips and whistled aloud.

“All hands! Return t’ ship!”

The men retreated but Seonghwa stayed with Hongjoong who backed up, with the extra room, transformed before everyone’s very eyes. His body grew five times his own size, sprouting wings, a tail and silver scales. The Navy crew shouted in fear, running to abandon ship and some yelling to kill the dragon. Hongjoong used one arm to wrap it around Seonghwa to keep him out of the way and with a deep exhale, fire spewed from his mouth. The ship was ablaze with blue fire, causing everyone on board to panic. Hongjoong held the captain in his grip, wings flapping and he took to the sky, high enough to soar across the gap between the two ships. He eased Seonghwa down onto the deck first and shifted back into a human, standing in front of the captain who nodded in approval.

Seonghwa smiled and then his eyes glanced behind Hongjoong. Through the fire was a soldier with his pistol aimed for the back of Hongjoong’s skull. Seonghwa wrapped his arm around Hongjoong’s waist and twirled them around just in time for a single shot to echo. Seonghwa grunted as his body jerked from the impact.

“Seonghwa!” Hongjoong yelled out. The captain kept an arm around Hongjoong’s waist as he yanked his pistol from his belt and turned, arm extended out. The trigger was pulled and the navy man dropped. Hongjoong was ready to catch Seonghwa when he too would surely collapse. However, the captain seemed right as rain.

”Are ye hurt, dove?” Seonghwa faced the dragon with concern.

Hongjoong looked up at Seonghwa in disbelief. “Am I- you were the one who was just shot! You’re asking if I’m okay?”

Seonghwa cupped Hongjoong’s cheek, thumb rubbing over the damp skin. “Worry nay, precious, I cannot be ‘armed. Have a look yerself.”

Hongjoong rounded the captain, touching his coat to feel for an entry wound but when he found none he sputtered, but he felt relief. Confusion found him when he realized any man would have dropped after being shot. Just who exactly was Seonghwa?

The captain stepped to face the dragon with a fond smile. The blue light burning from across the way gave him an ethereal glow and Hongjoong swooned at the dazzling aura surrounding the captain’s form. “See? It’ll take more than a mere bullet t’ ‘arm me.” He put his pistol away and fixed his coat, resuming his role as captain. “Quartermaster, report,”

Jongho jumped down from the steps to state his delineation. “A few injured, my liege. Yunho be workin’ on Yeosang now. Minimal damage t’ th’ ship. As for th’ Navy basterds… none survived.”

Seonghwa nodded, “Good work, gentlemen. We cast off in th’ morn’ as soon as th’ ship be ready!” He ordered, his boots clicked against the wood as he walked to the infirmary and disappeared inside. Curious, Hongjoong followed him while everyone bustled around the decks. He poked his head inside, listening to Seonghwa mumble to Yunho. On the bed in front of them laid a conscious Yeosang who wasn’t alone. Laying with him on his left was San and on his right, Wooyoung. Mingi sat on the edge behind San, idly stroking Yeosang’s moist black hair. Bandages looped around Yeosang’s chest and shoulder, but the crew didn’t see the wound and instead saw the person around it. They all cared so deeply for one another. This was new territory Hongjoong hesitated to be a part of.

“They nay bite,”

Hongjoong jerked in surprise. His head whipped to the side to see a grinning Jongho. So he does have emotions. Huh.

“I… I know. I just… don’t want to disturb.” Hongjoong looked longingly towards the small group. His wrist was gripped and he gasped when Jongho pulled him into the room and over to the others. He gathered the attention of the others, eliciting kind praises and words of support.

“Ye a good man t’ ‘ave in a tight spot,” San commented to Hongjoong with a pleased expression.

“Ye was on fire out thar,”

Mingi’s pun was met with disappointed groans.

“Indeed,” Yunho agreed with enthusiasm, saving the conversation. “Ye Heaven sent! ‘ow did ye know where th’ bullet lay?”

Hongjoong rubbed his left hand against his neck. “I saw it tucked in the muscle. Certain materials have unique discolouration when inside the human body. I can detect exactly where a foreign object is anywhere within the body and accurately pinpoint anything that doesn’t belong.”

He was answered with confused faces.

“Ye talkin’ in tongues, Joong,” Wooyoung deadpanned. “We be noth’n but simple pirates.”

Hongjoong sighed, he’d have to dumb it down for them to understand. “It stood out to me with my dragon eyes.” Everyone nodded and exclaimed with a declaration of understanding. Hongjoong gave a disheartened ‘tsk’.

To his right, Seonghwa chuckled. It almost caught Hongjoong off guard at how melodious it sounded. “Be it simple as that, still, ye have our t’anks fer savin’ Yeo.” His lips parted as he smiled, flashing his teeth.

“Oh, you’re welcome, I am actually still pretty rookie to breathing fire, but I seem to have gotten the hang of it quickly,” Hongjoong smiled back but then he could feel it, the adrenaline diminish from his veins. A black vignette obscured his vision and his knees buckled. Strong arms held him as his mind started to slip.

“Rest now, dove. Ye did good.”

✧- - - ✦ ——-

Hongjoong awoke on an unfamiliar bed. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and regained his senses. Currently, he was in the captain’s quarters for he recognized the room, decor and all. He sat up slowly, joints protesting with full cracks that pulled a small groan from Hongjoong.

“Ah, ye be awake,”

Seonghwa’s voice grabbed Hongjoong’s attention. There, rising from his chair, was the devastatingly handsome captain. Today, his hair was pulled up into a ponytail high on the crown of his head. Dangling from a chain on his left lobe was a ruby and a feather from a bird Hongjoong didn’t know. Seonghwa was in a loose shirt, brown pants and his usual boots. He was at Hongjoong’s side in a second and sat on the edge of his bed. “How ye feel, sugar?” His voice was soft, deep, lacking everything but warmth.

“I’m all right… I think.” Aside from a dull ache coursing through his body, Hongjoong felt fine.

Seonghwa leaned on his arm against the bed. “Ye fainted on us. Was out cold fer two days,”

“Oh, yeah, turning takes a lot out of me, even more so if I change more than once in a short time period.” Hongjoong’s eyes fell to the spot where Seonghwa’s hand was nestled close to his leg. “You must think I’m a sad excuse for a dragon…” He figured the crew had a good laugh, mocking him, belittling his sorry attempt to help. He wouldn’t blame them, he would laugh at himself too. A week on this vessel and he didn’t feel like he was making a very good impression. But Seonghwa’s next words surprised him.

“Ye be wrong, sugar. Ye ‘elped us out in a tight spot an’ saved Yeo from th’ clutches o’ Jack Ketch an’ tis somethin’ nay even I can do. I wouldn’ ‘ave called me crew t’ retreat if’n I nay trusted ye either.” Seonghwa’s fingers crawled closer to Hongjoong’s hand, the slight brush of their pinkies made the dragon shiver. “Ye ‘ave spirit in ye, a lotta heart in that fire.” Hongjoong blinked owlishly at the captain’s words. His stomach fluttered with something unknown. Seonghwa sat up, opening his palm to Hongjoong. Curled inside was a thin black lace and hooked onto it was a pendant shaped like a teardrop. The tear sparkled brilliantly. It reminded Hongjoong of the stars.

“Tis a necklace I happened upon a long time ago.” Seonghwa explained proudly. “Tis a diamond… and tis yers.”

Hongjoong’s chest tingled at the sudden declaration, someone had released butterflies into his stomach. “It’s for me?” He asked in awe. Seonghwa nodded, lips pulled into an adoring smile. “Oh, Seonghwa, I…” he saw the anticipation glowing in the captain’s eyes. “It’s beautiful, thank you.” He picked the lace up and admired the crystalline jewel before him.

That was the first piece of jewellery in Hongjoong’s collection.

Seonghwa came to Hongjoong a few times after the gifted diamond, offering golden trinkets and dazzling jewels to the dragon. Whether these gifts were stolen or new, Hongjoong found he didn’t care and soon he had a treasure trove. He wore some of them - the pearl earrings, the silver and sapphire rings, a simple black lace tied taught around his neck. The vastness of gifts were untouched for he feared he would lose them or get them dirty. He knew Seonghwa didn’t mind, not when the captain wore pride in his smile upon seeing the dragon clad in some of his gifts. This was all the more apparent that something was there, an attraction in the sanest kind of madness. It wove around them like invisible ropes, pulling them tighter, tighter, tighter…

✧- - - ✦ ——-

A few days later, seated at one of the tables in the galley, Hongjoong listened to the conversations around him, nursing more of Wooyoung’s remedy for his seasickness. The crew worked hard under the blare of the sun, rewarding them this evening with food and drink and merry company. Beside Hongjoong was Wooyoung, idly conversing whilst tending to the hunger of his fellow mates if needed. Across from them was San and Mingi who were discussing something regarding… well, Hongjoong didn’t know what because his attention was on Seonghwa, seated at the table across from him. He observed the other with jubilant curiosity. He watched Seonghwa’s lips form words, entranced at the way they moved.

He then realized someone was talking to him and he whipped his head to look at the members of the table. “Huh?”

And oh how they smirked.

“Ye should eat somethin’, er try tuh.” San offered Hongjoong a bun from the stash on the table. With a long sigh, Hongjoong picked up the bun with an appreciative smile and bit into it.

Mingi took a large gulp of ale and set the mug down with too much energy. “I got one fer ye, purdy,” he narrowed his eyes at Hongjoong, smile playful. “What did th’ ocean say t’ th’ beach?” Hongjoong continued to chew, shrugging but intrigued. “Nothin’, it jus’ waved.”

The amount of boos from around the galley were many.

“Did ye “sea” what I did d’ere?”

Hongjoong was an inch away from throwing the remaining bit of his bun at Mingi but took a drink from his cup like everyone else.

“Are ye “shore” ye did?”

“Mingi, fer fuck’s sake, shaddup!”

“I will toss ye off this ship, ye tattooed misery,”

Hongjoong chuckled, feeling Wooyoung’s body lean into his and shake with uncontrollable squeaks of laughter. It was amusing, to say the least, to see such fearsome looking men look so lively.

Amidst chewing the last piece of bread, Seonghwa stood up with ale in hand and raised a boot up against the edge of the table. His elbow found his knee just like the mischievous grin found his lips.

“I didn’ “sea” it meself, but I heard th’ ocean greeted th’ beach wi’ a high tide! Maybe he doesn' “coral” that much afterall.”

A plethora of impressed and loud hollers cheered for their captain's pun, putting Mingi to shame, and chugged the rest of his ale in defeat.

“Ye all tryin’ t’ get me three sheets t’ th’ wind.” San mumbled onto his mug.

Hongjoong raised his cup as well but stopped when a hand came into view. The pad of Seonghwa’s finger rubbed against the corner of his mouth, making the dragon freeze. His heart skipped over a beat at the bluntness. He saw a small piece of bread crumb leave his face and disappear behind Seonghwa’s lips. The captain winked, creating the perfect opportunity for everyone around to coo and whistle.

Hongjoong could feel the blush adorning his cheeks just from the simple gesture, and at the same time, feel smoke trail from his nose as his heart set on fire.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

Fierce waves were striking the ship, and Hongjoong was at his usual spot when the seasickness hit him. He had thought about asking Seonghwa to dive but he thought it would be selfish of him, especially when the captain was already being so sweet to him. Seonghwa was gentle, caring, unlike anything Hongjoong initially thought. Often he would be caught staring and smoke would start to swirl out his nostrils and mouth. He’d only been aboard the Flying Dutchman a fortnight and he had grown accustomed to the teasing. San and Mingi were usually the ones to point out the obvious infatuation. And yet, he was not used to the sea.

Hongjoong spit once more, scowling at the bitter taste of bile in his mouth. Only when he glanced to his right did he notice he was not alone. With an arm hung in a brace, Yeosang warmly smiled.

“I hate t’ disrupt your alone time-“

Hongjoong scoffed and used his sleeve to wipe his mouth. “You’re not, do not worry. Was there something you needed?”

Yeosang picked at the long worn paint on the railing. “I never got t’ thank you for savin’ me last week. I would ‘ave sooner but I was ordered t’ stay in bed…” he timidly looked at Hongjoong. “Thank you, luck dragon.”

“I… yeah, you’re most welcome.” Hongjoong replied bashfully.

Yeosang looked out to the sea, watching the sunlight catch on the waves. His expression softened, like he was recalling a fond memory. “You sure do live up t’ th’ name o’ luck dragon.”

“I don’t know about that. I did end up here after all.” The dragon chuckled, alone.

“You think bein’ here is unlucky?” Yeosang asked, tone serious and eyes regarding Hongjoong with a certain hardness.

Hongjoong gaped like a fish out of water. “I- well, I just… it’s-“ he stuttered.

“For what it’s worth, we don’t think it’s just luck that you’re ‘ere, or chance. Many o’ us are t’ old t’ believe in anythin’ but destiny. Keep that in mind, fire-breather, you may be someone’s wishin’ star come true.” Yeosang sounded sincere, wise.

“I will, thank you.”

“Like our pretty captain, for example,” Hongjoong’s gasp caught in his throat and he started to cough, making Yeosang snicker.

When it was safe to breathe, Hongjoong flushed. “I’m sorry…?”

Yeosang hummed and Hongjoong frowned at how cryptic the other man was being. “Some would ‘ave said Seonghwa’s one an’ only love be th’ sea…” His eyes wandered off Honjoong for a second and a grin appeared. “... but I think it’s more than that now.”

“Hongjoong,”

The dragon turned around and his heart instantly faltered in beat. Seonghwa stood with his hands behind his back, boring an unreadable expression. “I’d like a werd wi’ ye in me quarters, if’n ye follow,” his professional mannerism stunned Hongjoong. He casted a quick glance behind him but found Yeosang had gone. He gave a single nod to Seonghwa and proceeded to follow him up to his quarters. Once inside, Seonghwa closed the door and dropped his serious demeanour. “I be sorry t’ make ye come ‘ere so suddenly, dove,” He shucked off his coat and hung it up to the side. He then walked over to his desk and plopped down, mumbling about his aching back.

Hongjoong tried not to giggle at the endearing sight. He really did.

“So, why did you summon me?” He stepped closer, spaced a few feet apart from each other.

Seonghwa set his captain’s hat down on the table scattered in pappers. “I uh…” he trailed off and Hongjoong figured he was trying to find the right things to say.

“Is there another gift?”

“No… ‘less ye want anotha?”

Hongjoong shook his head. “You are forever bringing me shiny things for my treasure trove, are we really sure that I'm the dragon?”

Seonghwa laughed at that. “They be, ah, tokens…”

“Tokens?”

The captain nodded, standing then. He towered over Hongjoong, but he did not feel intimidated, not anymore. “Of me affection,” Hongjoong nodded now, heart throbbing, urging the captain to go on. He saw the hesitation, the way Seonghwa became sheepish. “Hongjoong, I-”

The door swung open, startling both of them out of their little world. “Cap, ye needed at th’ helm,” Mingi declared urgently.

Seonghwa casted an apologetic glance to Hongjoong, quickly caressing his knuckles against the dragon’s cheek. “We’ll continue this, treasure.” He exited the cabin with speed and climbed up the steps to the wheel, pulling his eyeglass out of his belt.

“On the starboard side, cap’n,” Jongho pointed out as Seonghwa leveled the spyglass and peered through. Sharp grey rocks emerged from the water, decorated in barnacles and caught in the jagged assembly was a ship. It’s bow had snagged onto the rocks, it was smashed open and snug enough to keep from sinking.

“What do ye reckon?” Mingi asked.

Seonghwa spied heavy artillery aboard; spears of all shapes and sizes, crates and weaponry. “Poachers. Reckon they crashed chasin’ a beastie o’ sorts.” He lowered his eyeglass. “Hard t’ starboard. Prepare t’ board.”

Jongho spun the wheel, heading the ship as close as he could whilst Mingi repeated the captain’s order aloud for the rest of the crew.

Hongjoong stepped out of the cabin as the crew rushed around. He walked down the steps, curious about the situation of the ship when a face appeared right before him. Again. He gasped and stumbled back. San’s boisterous laugh was loud and amused.

“Afternoon, pretty.” San greeted, swaying back and forth upside down.

“San, you absolute twit. Stop doing that.”

The blond pouted. “But this be th’ only way I can see ye pretty face up close.”

Hongjoong shook his head, unconvinced. “Why do you always hang upside down though? Surely that can’t be good for your head.”

San dropped down onto the deck, smiling devilishly. “Jus’ cus I like scarin’ prettyboys,” he winked mischievously and scurried off to help the crew. Hongjoong sighed out and glanced at Seonghwa. For once, the captain’s attention was not on him and instead was captured by the scene of the wreck.

The anchor was dropped and Hongjoong watched from the safety of the Dutchman as Seonghwa and some of the crew boarded. The gathering of survivors reminded Hongjoong of his own experience, the memory of Seonghwa’s dark and alluring aura would forever be etched into his mind. He could almost hear Seonghwa’s lecture from the other side. It seemed the marooned crew agreed to join them, bound to the Dutchman for however long the agreement was.

Seonghwa looked around the ship with disgust, pure hate radiated off his body and Hongjoong could almost feel it. He was then being waved over by the captain, bringing him out of thoughts of the past to the present. The dragon crossed the gap to the pirate captain, leaning in when Seonghwa did.

“Burn it.”

It wasn’t a suggestion or option. It was a demand. Hongjoong felt the burn of his heartfire spark, sending goosebumps up his arms. When the ship was clear, including the absence of Seonghwa, Hongjoong shifted. It was then from above he noticed the source of Seonghwa’s hate; the spears, guns, nets, everything vile monsters needed to poach. He growled spitefully and released heavy puffs of smoke before his blue fire blasted from his open jaws. The barrage of his fire was consuming everything. He wanted to see every device sink.

He reverted back to his human form, chest heaving and eyes enraged. With a satisfied huff, Hongjoong walked back across the plank, his anger subsiding with the crackling and smell of burning wood behind him. Smoke slowly danced from his mouth thus making him blow out the remaining fumes still trapped in his throat.

His hand found the railing as he looked up, instantly finding Seonghwa’s glowing blue eyes. His body relaxed and they shared an appreciative smile.

A flurry of footsteps swiftly approached Hongjoong before there was a body slamming into him.

“Ye a rare sight, me beauty. Wonder ‘ow much ye horns will sell for.” His attacker mocked the same time pain erupted in his abdomen, causing him to cry out. Their balance faltered, sending both attacker and victim over the edge. Hongjoong registered the call of his name just as he disappeared into the blue water. The salt on the fresh wound stung. He fought the urge to gasp, teeth clenched together so tightly it hurt his jaw. He’d never felt pain like this before. Hongjoong almost couldn’t move.

Submerged, he saw his assailant swim closer to finish the job. What anger still remained coaxed his body into a deranged state. His chest burned and he spit fire at the poacher, defying natural elements, Hongjoong’s fire burned the man who kicked and screamed, helpless, unable to save himself from the strange blaze seering his skin.

Bubbles escaped Hongjoong’s mouth as he descended, his energy drained. He watched the ripples above, taking in the way the sun was catching the water perfectly. His vision spotted, conscious slipping. He was able to hear another muffled call and see the shadow of a body break the pretty display before everything went dark.

Seonghwa kicked with all his might, reaching for the sinking man. After Hongjoong fell, the captain pulled his belt off in a flash, ready to jump in when he saw a strange sapphire glow. It couldn’t have been Hongjoong’s fire, could it? The glow diminished and he dove in without further hesitation.

Blood seeped from the deep gash in Hongjoong’s torso, sending Seonghwa into a shiver of panic. When he reached out, he grabbed Hongjoong’s wrist and pulled his limp body against his own. With Hongjoong in his hold, he ascended towards the ship. He climbed up the ladder with Hongjoong slumped against his shoulder. San and Jongho helped move the unconscious dragon and eased him onto the ground.

Seonghwa knelt beside Hongjoong and pressed his head to his chest. His heart was still beating but he wasn’t breathing. Quickly, Seonghwa turned Hongjoong onto his back, watching the seawater pour from his mouth. Only then did Hongjoong’s breathing return in a fit of coughs and gasps. Like salve on a wound, it soothed Seonghwa’s worry. He called for Yunho, taking Hongjoong’s cheek into his palm.

“Hongjoong? Dove, can ye ‘ear me?” He asked when the coughs died down but there was no reply, Hongjoong’s eyes remained closed.

Yunho dropped to his knees and lifted Hongjoong’s shirt up. A deep cut severed the skin and was bleeding badly. “‘elp me carry ‘im to the sickbay. Boyo could bleed out if we dally,”

Seonghwa didn’t have to be told twice. He lifted Hongjoong up with one arm under his legs and the other supporting his back and carried him across the deck, past the crowd of onlookers, and through the door. With gentleness, he laid Hongjoong down, worry poked at his heart again.

Yunho tilted Hongjoong’s head to the side in case there was more water that needed out. He sat down after pulling a chair up beside the bed and patted the area of the wound dry best he could with a bleeding gash. “Cap, can ye ‘and me th’ thread?” He went to work to prep for stitching. When there was no movement from Seonghwa, Yunho looked up to see his captain stare at Hongjoong’s lax face. “Ye needn’t be alarmed, Hwa. He will fare,”

That managed to break Seonghwa out of the grip of his thoughts, eyes focusing on Yunho for a moment before gathering Yunho’s tools off to the side. He went looking back at Hongjoong after handing the items off. “I keep recallin’ th’ day he crashed ont’ th’ ship. Th’ storm made it hard t’ see but th’ white stood out. I watched ‘im from th’ helm, stunned. Tis like he fell from th’ ‘eavens, right ont’ me ship.” His damp hand found Hongjoong’s own, lacing their fingers he continued. “I knew then that he be special… Me wishin’ star had come.”

As the captain talked, Yunho was busy fixing Hongjoong up.

“He had such… fire. It burned int’ me own soul. Him looked so small, afraid an’ I wanted t’ change that.” Seonghwa sighed out, emotions heavy from seeing his jewel injured. “‘specially now…”

“I be sure it has changed, cap’n.” Yunho commented positively. Seonghwa grinned.

The main crew had come to check on the status of Hongjoong’s health when Yunho finished patching him up. San’s face was locked in a permanent frown, Mingi uttered positive words to the captain, Jongho helped replace the moist clothes on the slumbering man’s body when he started to shiver from the cold, Yeosang couldn’t do much with a healing wound of his own, but he did help Wooyoung bring up drinks.

Seonghwa didn’t move from his seat nor did the bottle of rum leave his hand.

The sky turned dark, candles had been lit around the empty room. But Seonghwa didn’t notice. Lost in his own inebriated world of soft skin, plush lips, long eyelashes, black horns, time paused. Before, he had never wanted any form of eternity until now. Hongjoong was outlandish amongst the party of pirates. The charm of his uniqueness intrigued Seonghwa and the captain was wrong to assume the dragon would find it difficult to familiarize himself with life at sea. Hongjoong proved himself by the sweat on his brow at day’s end. How he hauled, carried and hoisted without complaint. It impressed Seonghwa and opened his mind to expect the unexpected.

Then there was just… Hongjoong. His gummy smile and deep laugh. The way his face would brighten up the room and the way his tongue stuck out when he didn’t like a particular flavour. The passion that burned in those amber eyes when he talked about his likes. Seonghwa could daydream about his mannerisms and personality for hours.

“My Starfire…” Seonghwa mumbled softly. “I be sorry ye got ‘urt under me care. I be sorry from th’ bottom o’ me heart,” he played with the rings decorating Hongjoong’s fingers. “I be sorry fer nay bein’ honest from th’ start… But I nay be daft anymore.” The sudden confession reminded him of past connections and heartbreak and he spiralled into a pit of woeful emotions. He willed the tears away. “I was afraid I’d lose ye wi’out bein able t’ speak me mind or me heart…”

Hongjoong’s hand encased Seonghwa’s and the captain gasped as he met tired eyes.

“Hongjoong…” Seonghwa felt embarrassment creep into his senses. Hongjoong must have heard a lot of his speech given the knowing smile on his lips.

“My captain,” the dragon’s voice sounded scratchy, obviously sore. “No need to ‘whale’ over me.”

Seonghwa scoffed, hiding his mirth by quickly taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. He offered it to Hongjoong who nodded, wincing as he manoeuvred into a more comfortable position. Seonghwa guided the mouth of the bottle to Hongjoong’s lips, mesmerized by the way they curled around it. Seonghwa’s gut throbbed. When Hongjoong pulled away, Seonghwa pulled the bottle back and down a few hills.

“How ye feelin, dove?”

Hongjoong laid back down, releasing a huff as he tiredly blinked. “Tired… sore… hungry…”

“Shall I call on Woo t’ fix ye som’thin’?”

“No, I think I’ll just rest.” Hongjoong could already feel the weariness start to take hold again.

“Aye,” Seonghwa pulled his chair closer. “That be th’ best…” he found a comfortable position in the chair, getting a curious look from Hongjoong.

“What… what are you doing?”

Seonghwa answered truthfully. “I be stayin’ t’ keep an eye on ye,”

“Seonghwa,” the captain’s stomach tingled at the way Hongjoong said his name. “I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, look close to passing out. Go get some sleep.” Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed and his lips pushed into a pout. “Really, I promise.”

Defeated, Seonghwa clicked his tongue. He hated to leave Hongjoong here alone and fought to protest against the fatigued man. “I be off then,”

“Thank you,” Hongjoong told himself he would feel better knowing the captain would get a good night's rest in his own bed. “But, um, before you go…” he knew there was a way of seeing with the eye of the soul rather than a simple glance. He saw that with Seonghwa. He saw it in the way their gazes met. This infatuation was the internal fire he had been longing for. And he surrendered to it fully. “Might I leave you with a parting gift?”

As if caught in a divine spell, Seonghwa leaned down, ready to accept whatever his treasure had to offer him. His eagerness made Hongjoong chuckle. “Closer,” Hongjoong whispered, feigning innocence until Seonghwa’s face was close enough to his that he raised his head. He puckered his lips to Seonghwa’s cheek, body thrumming in delight. The kiss was a simple display of his affection. Hongjoong lowered his head back to the pillow, his smile lazy and happy.

The captain brushed Hongjoong’s crimped white hair from his forehead, gazing lovingly. “Ye be full’a surprises, Starfire,” he drew the blanket up Hongjoong’s body. “I’ll leave th’ bottle for ye. Should ye need, there be more blankets beside ye on th’ chair. Sleep well,” he pressed his own gentle kiss to Hongjoong’s brow before blowing out the candle.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

Hongjoong stirred when he heard movements around the room. He opened his eyes, instantly recognizing Wooyoung with a tray at his bedside. Outside, the sky was a blue-grey with soft accents of white, a perfect day.

“Ah, afternoon,” the cook greeted when he saw Hongjoong awaken. “I know you’re prolly still tired, but ye should eat somethin’,” the smell of food wafted through the cabin and Hongjoong’s mouth watered. “Can ye sit up at all?”

With a little help from Wooyoung, Hongjoong sat up. The slight twinge of pain from his abdomen was nothing compared to yesterday’s affliction. Wooyoung was courteous enough to stack a few pillows behind Hongjoong so he could lessen the strain on his abdomen. A bowl was handed to the healing dragon and he peered at the contents with hunger.

“Tis stew, matey. An old family recipé.” Wooyoung took a seat beside the bed, giving Hongjoong some much appreciated company.

Hongjoong took an experimental slurp and let the flavours deep into his tongue. “It’s good, thank you.” Wooyoung beamed happily, placing his elbow on the bed and held his head in his hand. After a few bites, Hongjoong inquired. “I’m sorry if this is too personal, but, how did you get the scar on…”

Wooyoung’s fingers traced the marred skin, a reminder. “Me old woman... found me foolin’ ‘round with the neighbour’s son. Gave me the talk of a lifetime an’ this wih’ ‘er kitchen knife, sayin’ if I didn’ stop me ways, she’d kick me out. I packed up me t’ings and left that night.”

“Oh, stars. How old were you?”

“Fifteen…?” Wooyoung’s left eye closed as he thought. “I t’ink so? T’was a long time ago.”

Hongjoong offered a sympathetic expression. “I’m sorry. You must have felt burdened living alone at such a young age.”

Wooyoung shrugged, indifferent. “I stole me ma’s savin’s an’ found work on a ship as a cabin boy. I’ve been on the sea ever since, trav’lin’ and makin’ memories...” Wooyoung’s eyes fell on Hongjoong. “What ‘bout ye, friend. Ye surely be no gentleman o’ fortune before,”

Hongjoong swallowed what he had chewed and licked his lips. He looked down at the chunks of vegetables in the stew. “I was not. My presence on The Mist was only for safe passage to the next town. Thanks to my seasickness, I was as useful as a dull knife but your remedies have helped so much.”

“Aye, the mint soothes.” Wooyoung confirmed as he sat back. “Finish eatin’ so ye can get back on your feet and play with cap’ again. He be lookin’ mighty lost without him treasure.” Hongjoong disregarded Wooyoung’s smug grin but finished eating while the food was still warm.

“The new crewmates, did they fare all right?” Hongjoong asked as Wooyoung handed him a cup of water and cleaned up. However, the cook froze at Hongjoong’s question.

Wooyoung’s eyes stayed trained on the tray in his hands. “There be no new crew…” Hongjoong’s eyes widened. They just picked them up the day before, the poachers-!

“Cap’ sent ‘em all to th’ locker. Could nay trust ‘em,”

Hongjoong lowered the cup to his lap, staring at Wooyoung in bewilderment. “Why? Because one man attacked me?” He asked, incredulous.

The seriousness on Wooyoung’s face when he turned to Hongjoong was almost frightening. “Aye, nobody messes wi’ ‘im crew, lad, least of all him treasured star.”

Hongjoong was left alone again, expecting to sleep but his mind was too alive with thoughts of the captain, of Seonghwa. Of his endless offerings that quelled his desire for jewels and made his inner dragon sing. Of his deep compassion and small gestures of kindness. He tossed and he turned in bed, minding the healing stab wound, his mind full of gentle eyes and pillowy soft lips. His thoughts were of nothing but this man, even when the sun started to set beyond the horizon.

The lanterns had been lit outside and the night crew emerged from below deck to relieve the day crew from their long hours of duties.

Hongjoong had decided then.

He tossed the blankets off his body, shifting the bandage on his abdomen with his movements. Hongjoong stood from the bed and walked out the door with determination. The cool nip of the night’s air kissed his bare feet and arms as he walked up the steps to the captain’s quarters, getting odd glances from a few passing crew mates.

Without hesitance, Hongjoong wrapped his hand around the door handle and pushed it open, startling Seonghwa in his chair. The moment he saw Hongjoong he stood up and rushed over, face obscured by deep concern. Whilst he pushed the door closed, Hongjoong noticed the captain seemed shorter and glanced at the advancing man who was not wearing his boots. Seeing this, it gave Hongjoong another thing to fond over in his moment of reflection.

“Starfire, ye nay should be walkin’ ‘bou-”

“It scares me…” Hongjoong started. He had been creating a perfectly structured confession in his head, what he wanted to say and how to say it. But now that he was actually in front of Seonghwa, all pre-thought sentences became a muddled mess of words in his head. His hand found Seonghwa’s cheek, tracing the other man’s beautiful visage with his eyes. Their faces were much closer with the new height difference and Hongjoong relished in that as well. “...that I’m this attracted to you. I’m intoxicated by you, my fierce protector, by your seemingly endless motivity to besot my every waking moment with you and only you,” Seonghwa studied the sincere look in Hongjoong’s eyes with bated breaths, wetting his lips in anticipation.

“I want to drown in the ocean of your eyes and call it home,”

In those pools of chocolate brown, he felt like his heart fire would be consumed and dissolve until there was nothing left but steam, only to reignite with the burning flames of everything Seonghwa had to render.

Seonghwa’s hand pressed into the curve of Hongjoong’s waist, pushing until not a hair of space was between them. The lantern on the desk flickered, casting hauntingly beautiful shadows across their faces. Hongjoong could smell the essences radiate from his body; the salt of the sea, the perspiration of a long day, gunpowder and rum. He took comfort in the many aromas.

“It be rough an’ relentless waves,” The captain’s gruff voice whispered. “There be no map or compass t’ navigate these uncharted waters. If ye get lost in th’ storm’s eye, ye could fall overboard an’ nay find th’ surface…”

Inch by inch, their faces drew closer, hearing nothing but the softness of their breath, barely able to feel the puff of air from the other on their skin. It was propelling Hongjoong into ardour lunacy the way Seonghwa looked between his eyes and his lips; simple but devastating.

“Then let me sink…”

The anchor finally dropped and Hongjoong sunk, right into Seonghwa’s lips. In the kiss was the sweetest of bliss, a thousand loving thoughts condensed into a single action. Seonghwa’s other hand settled on Hongjoong’s jaw, kissing back with just as much spirit, if not more. Galvanic pulses surged through them, mind, body and soul.

Like briny waves on the shore, they kept coming back. Repeating the rhythm to match the beat of their hearts.

Hongjoong surrendered, letting the captain guide him backwards amidst their tender pecks. His legs met the edge of the bed and he stopped their kisses to sit down on the mattress. He scooted up the bed, taking Seonghwa’s head into his hands again when the captain crawled over him.

“Wait,” Seonghwa uttered against Hongjoong’s kiss-swollen lips. “I be as high as th’ clouds righ’ now, but I nay wanna ‘urt ye, dove,”

Smugly, Hongjoong raised his shirt up to reveal the bandage which he pulled off. The injury had practically healed, now only a pinkish blemish against otherwise perfect skin. ”Dragons have impeccable healing abilities,” After showing the captain the status of his injury, he lowered his shirt, aware of the dazzle in Seonghwa’s expression.

Their kisses resumed, wet yet unrushed. Side-by-side they laid, cautious hands mapped flesh, slowly caressing new and intriguing territory. It was here that they basked in the other’s presence, admiring up close.

“Ye nervous,” of course Seonghwa had taken notice to his tense aura. Sheepishly, Hongjoong nodded, fighting the smoke that threatened to blow from his nose and mouth. “Me precious, we nay ‘ave t’ do anythin’. Let me just look a’ ye an’ pinch meself, make sure this nay be a dream.”

Hongjoong smiled and gave Seonghwa’s lips a light smooch. “If this was a dream, I don’t want to ever wake up. Even if it were a nightmare. I’ll blindly follow right behind you through the dark, even if we get lost.”

That must have affected Seonghwa deeply, because the captain was suddenly hiding his face in the crook of Hongjoong’s neck and snuggled close with an arm tossed over the dragon’s waist. Hongjoong cooed at the charming move.

“Starfire, th’ t’ings ye do t’ me…”

Through black hair, Hongjoong’s fingers brushed until Seonghwa pulled away a few moments later. With pure sincerity, he asked, “Will ye sleep ‘ere tonight?” A flash of suspicion flickered in Hongjoong’s eyes. “I promise, there be nay hanky-panky,”

Amidst his chuckle, Hongjoong thought how could he say no to a face like that? Seonghwa had absolutely blindsighted him but he trusted the pirate captain.

“I will,” Hongjoong uttered before kissing Seonghwa again.

Seonghwa locked their fingers together against his neck, eyes closed, soaking in the feeling of Hongjoong’s lips.

“Should I… douse th’ light?”

“Leave it,” Hongjoong replied softly, “Wanna hold you…”

They found a position that was comfortable for the both of them, entangled limbs and happy smiles. This moment was the opening bud on a branch, newborn greens and fresh fragrances ready to grow and flourish it’s colours, spread its vibrant silk petals and release its new sweetness to the world.

“Can I ask ye som’thin’?” Seonghwa asked, being answered with a small hum. “I know we nay ‘ave known each other fer long, but th’ breathing fire t’ing be new, right?”

Hongjoong opened his eyes and blinked at Seonghwa with surprise. He had remembered.

“Stars, ‘ow does that work underwater?”

Hongjoong settled with a lazy smile and cuddled up to Seonghwa, nosing at the captain’s chin. “Magic,”

✧- - - ✦ ——-

The next morning, when they awoke, was spent exchanging sweet kisses and soft forenoon greetings before they decided to get up.

But Seonghwa would be damned if he didn’t stare in admiration at Hongjoong’s mess of white hair tangled in his horns and damned if he didn’t ogle over how gorgeous the dragon looked in the pastel gleam of dawn.

Hongjoong did his own share of eyeballing Seonghwa. The rays of sunlight peeking in from the windows made Seonghwa glow. His already caramel skin shone golden and Hongjoong felt like the richest dragon. Pride swelled in his chest, enticing him to pull the captain in for a deep kiss that stole both of their breaths.

Exiting the cabin at the same time had been a bad idea, especially with their hands clasped, leading to a plethora of teasing from the crew and hassle for the captain and his treasure all morning. Their playful harassing went on for the majority of the day, much to their chagrin.

Come sundown, Hongjoong was hugging the railing, supper having been wasted into the ocean. Yeosang was at his side, rubbing his back in pity. A day of chaffing from the crew and now this. The gods must like toying with him or perhaps he did something to deserve this. As a luck dragon, how did he come to be so unlucky?

He must have mumbled that aloud because Yeosang was answering him. “Upsettin’ the gods will ‘ave ye dragged to the locker, not leanin’ over the side of a ship hurlin’ ye’r guts out. But we who sail the waters be a superstitious bunch. Whistlin’ on board whistles up a storm, don’t shoot an albatross, always step onto a ship wit’ ye’r right foot, salt over ye’r shoulder keeps the devil at bay-”

“I am the devil,”

Hongjoong looked over to where Seonghwa was walking down the stairs, clad in his boots and a corset once more. His captain was beauty personified, the most radiant jewel in all the world. If Seonghwa were indeed the devil then he could have Hongjoong’s willing soul for one hundred years of service, if not for eternity.

“Aye, that ye be.” Yeosang confirmed.

Seonghwa approached Hongjoong. “Ye nay faring all righ’, huh?”

Hongjoong released his grip on the railing, moving slowly. “No…” he pouted, appreciating Seonghwa’s concern.

The captain breathed out a hum and offered his hand for the dragon to take. “I ‘ave som’thin’ t’ show ye, dove. Ye feelin’ up t’ it?” Hongjoong took Seonghwa’s hand without hesitation and allowed himself to be guided up the steps to the helm where Jongho was manning the wheel.

With an arm slung around Hongjoong’s waist, Seonghwa gave the order. “We be goin’ down, quartermaster,”

“Down!” Jongho yelled aloud, receiving echoes from the crewmates.

The ship started to lean, it’s bow tilted and water came rushing onto the deck as it descended. Hongjoong gasped and clung to Seonghwa, preparing to hold his breath, both fearful and excited. The waves rose forward, surging around the masts and ratlines, gushing white against the cerulean blue. The unforgiving sea enveloped, splashing cold water on Hongjoong’s face and then all at once, making him rock from the impact. The ship had completely submerged and Hongjoong’s breath stilled in his lungs.

From his left, Seonghwa leaned over. “Breathe,” he whispered. Hongjoong saw the smirk on the captain’s face and he watched him inhale and exhale, observing as no bubbles escaped those plush lips. This went beyond the basic principle of… everything, including his ability to breathe fire underwater. It was a fantasy one would conjure in their dreams.

And so, he breathed out as if the water was just another form of oxygen. He felt the weight of the ocean on his body restrict some movements, making it clear that they were very much underwater… but how…?

“How is this possible?” Hongjoong asked in awe, hearing his voice carry with ease.The amused guise in Seonghwa’s face made the dragon’s stomach flutter and he whispered,

“Magic.”

✧- - - ✦ ——-

Now that Hongjoong had finally witnessed the ship submerge first hand, he anticipated the call to do it again. The ship travelled beneath the surface again a few days later, then again for a third time and exhilaration would rush through Hongjoong. Seonghwa would be at his side, laughing at the dragon’s wonder amidst kissing those wet lips. The lack of rocking waves had greatly helped his seasickness tenfold and he asked Seonghwa why he waited so long to dive, and the captain told him he “wanted t’ wait until ye ‘ad yer sea legs”.

Jongho actually threw his mug of ale at Seonghwa.

“I be gettin’ tired o’ ye’r addled puns,” the quartermaster grumbled.

“You mean “tide” of ‘em?”

Hongjoong flashed a proud smile at his own pun, winking in support of Seonghwa as he raised his cup of lemon tea to his lips for a swallow. Seonghwa beamed with satisfaction and pulled Hongjoong in for a deep kiss.

“Gross,” Yunho commented from behind them.

Later that day, Seonghwa called for the ship to dive from the helm. Hongjoong hurried up the stairs to grab onto the railing near the wheel for support as the ship drowned once more. With the coming of dusk, the pastel colours of the sky disappeared. The ocean’s blue waters tinted darker, sending an eerie feeling up his spine. Once the entire vessel was below the waves, Hongjoong eased his grip on the old wood. He peered at Seonghwa, wondering if it was second-nature that he knew where his next destination resided. Another mystery that piqued his curiosity.

The wreckage they surfaced to was disastrous. A ship had gotten into a quarrel with another, leaving everything in disarray. The air was thick with smoke from cannons and fires. Scattered bodies lay lifeless amid the carnage which rolled with the calm waves. The outcome was looking bleak. Seonghwa met Hongjoong’s eyes after the inspection and the luck dragon’s suspicions had been correct the moment the captain shook his head.

There were no survivors.

As the crew pillaged what they could from the wreck, Hongjoong stood portside, wary of the clouds that blocked out the stars. He had always loved storms, wishing he could reach up and bring down a handful of the cosmic swirl, just to feel the gentle spirit of Mother.

“Luna hides,” Hongjoong uttered.

“Indeed she does,”

The luck dragon smiled when he heard the familiar tone of Seonghwa’s feathery voice. “Just ‘cause ye nay see her, doesna mean she nay there.” He stopped beside Hongjoong, hands halting on the banister. A noticeable shift in the air came with the breeze that tousled Hongjoong’s hair, alighting the chemistry that told their soul that they are all they’ll ever want and need.

“Although,” Seonghwa captured the dragon’s spellbound attention and his amber eyes shifted to the captain. Those same eyes that danced with the shimmer of a thousand stars. “We nay be able t’ see th’ sky, yet I can see th’ stars in yer eyes…”

Hongjoong lifted up, lips puckered to Seonghwa’s. And how he wanted to tell the bewitching captain that it was because of him that his eyes glistened, that his heart raced, that he was so star-struck. Seonghwa watched those long eyelashes press against soft skin, enticing him to close his eyes as well. The horizon became a vast eternity as they were sucked into their own world. Shuffling closer, Hongjoong hugged Seonghwa’s waist, head tilted for better access. The kiss became firmer, then became many. Before they got too carried away, Seonghwa pulled back, thumb tracing over Hongjoong’s bottom lip.

“Let’s go som’where more private,” his hand sank down to the dragon’s to lace their fingers together. Hongjoong nodded, eyes still glazed over with a longing he could feel deep in his heart fire. With a mesmeric smile, Seonghwa led them away from prying eyes to the safety of his quarters. The door clicked closed and their kisses turned frenzied, introducing the slight poke of tongue. Hongjoong greeted the new touch with zealous want. An airy sound emitted from the back of Hongjoong’s throat as he fisted the blouse hugging Seonghwa’s skin instead of him.

Receiving the message, Seonghwa looped his arms behind him to expertly untie the strings of his corset, agile with the push of desire. He dropped it to the floor with a thunk, hurrying with the removal of his next item of clothing. They separated enough to rid their bodies of their shirts, and that’s when Hongjoong saw it.

On Seonghwa’s sternum, down his left pec was a diagonal scar. The way the jagged cuts had healed made it seem like someone had tried to cut him open. Hongjoong saw many scars, a few tattoos he’d examine later, but the long cicatrix had his full attention. But it did not influence how Hongjoong saw his captain, Seonghwa was just as divine as before. Without hesitation, Hongjoong pressed his hand flat against the scar and, with starry eyes, smiled up at Seonghwa.

“You’re beautiful…”

For Hongjoong to see his scar and look beyond the deformity, added to what he already knew about the man in front of him. He accepted a part of him he kept hidden without question. Seonghwa had never been in a more intimate moment. He had been in love before, been physical with others but this, right here, right now, it felt electrifying.

Seonghwa smiled and dipped down, capturing Hongjoong’s lips again. “Ye too,” he managed between passionate kisses. “Ye shame th’ stars,”

Every compliment bled into the unbridled joy soaking into Hongjoong’s ever fiber. He wrapped his arms around the captain’s neck, swiping his tongue with Seonghwa’s. Their bodies fit together as if they were made just for this, to feel the natural rhythm and fall into one another, moving like partners in a dance that’s written in their DNA.

They paused making out in favour of moving to the bed, Hongjoong undressed as Seonghwa shucked off his heels. The captain stopped moving to stare at a nude dragon, entranced by his bare body. Seonghwa’s eyes trailed, taking in the dusky nipples on strong breasts, the dips of his abdomen including the navel scar, the bundle of pubic hair above Hongjoong’s curved length, supple thighs, stars his treasure was sublime. It had his whole body thrumming.

Seonghwa approached, watching Hongjoong worry his bottom lip between his teeth as he gazed expectantly at the captain. His hand cupped Hongjoong’s face, thumbing the soft cheekbone whilst he peppered light kisses on the dragon’s forehead. Only when Hongjoong released a pleased sigh did Seonghwa kiss his lips.

They found the bed and Hongjoong laid down, waiting for Seonghwa to finish taking his clothes off. When he did, the breath left Hongjoong’s lungs. He blushed from the image of Seonghwa’s muscles and his length standing between those muscular legs. He joined the dragon on the cool sheets, attaching his swollen lips to Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong’s hand found Seonghwa’s hair, lightly pulling to keep his gasps and groans from escaping. Seonghwa’s lips and tongue did wonders on his mind and body, able to make him squirm with arousal.

“Seonghwa,” the dragon sighed, never knowing such simple motions could feel so good. Seonghwa lifted up, his eyes glassy, drunk on the way Hongjoong was saying his name. Tongues entwined, fingers lightly explored, afraid a heavier touch would shatter the deep magic.

Pleasure lit up inside Hongjoong when his dick was brushed, gasping against Seonghwa’s lips. With starry eyes, he begged for more.

“‘Ow do ye-”

“Inside,” Hongjoong replied breathlessly. “I want to… when you’re inside,”

Seonghwa swallowed loudly as he shifted onto his arm, attentive when he asked the dragon if he was sure. Hongjoong assured he had never been more sure of anything in his life. “I want you…” he whispered. Seonghwa moved over Hongjoong to pick up a small glass bottle of oil on a shelf beside the bed. When he opened it, the small space was consumed by vanilla. The sweet aroma added to the ambiance. Seonghwa coated his fingers, careful not to waste any. Hongjoong raised his upper body onto his elbows, hypnotized by the way Seonghwa’s fingers ghosted over his heated flesh before disappearing between his spread legs. “Mm gentle, please… it’s been a while…”

The pirate lowered, suckling prominent collar bones whilst he circled Hongjoong’s rim. “Relax, Starfire,” the breath from his husky voice tickled Hongjoong’s neck. It wasn’t his first time, but there was something about Seonghwa that made him feel like a hungry virgin all over again. Hongjoong’s breath caught in his throat when the first finger pushed in. Seonghwa paused to make sure the other was okay and received a nod to continue. Hongjoong groped the sheets when another finger was inserted, the prodding was odd and Hongjoong couldn’t keep from flexing around them. Those skilled fingertips were lithe, reaching deeper than assumed. They felt so nice, like they belonged there-

And then Seonghwa’s fingers curled.

His hips jerk, groaning at the pleasurable thudding across his entire skeleton. He rolled his torso into Seonghwa who was still staining his peach skin red. Hongjoong gave into the sensations, allowing his muscles to relax and thighs to spread further apart. The trust he had for the pirate eased any anxiety, and washed the daunting thoughts away like waves on a beach, drowning them in the current of rising bliss.

Hongjoong stifled a whimper when Seonghwa easily slid another finger in. He realized how full he started to feel, and he was sure Seonghwa hadn’t even spread him open properly yet. The thought sent more blood to his dick.

All the small gasps and moans that Hongjoong thought Seonghwa couldn’t hear, he did. Each response given to the pirate only confirmed he was making his treasure feel good. Despite his own hardness pulsing with need, he wanted to thoroughly open Hongjoong and make this as gratifying as possible for both of them.

Those deep fingers started to work out and in, spreading him out little by little. Seonghwa was being slow, considerate. Every slide and prod against his sweet spot pushed out throaty moans, building up his orgasm. The stretching was beginning to feel too good.

“Seonghwa… I’ll finish before we s-start,”

With the removal of Seonghwa’s fingers, Hongjoong’s orgasm was averted, for now. A sweet smile blinded Hongjoong before they were on his own lips, adding to the fire within which no one else could ever ignite.

As Seonghwa reached for the bottle again, he did a double take. “Starfire, ye be smokin,” he pointed out. Hongjoong purposely huffed out through his nose, sending swirls of silver-blue down his face. The distant smell of burning embers filled the cabin making Seonghwa yearn to be devoured by those blue flames. From just the scent of the charred perfume, Seonghwa felt like an ashen wreck, consumed heart and soul by the light and heat from Hongjoong.

“Does it bother you?” The dragon asked worriedly.

“Nay, my sweet. Yer soul fire echo th’ starlight. Ye say ye wanna sink, then let me burn,” Seonghwa gave Hongjoong a reassuring kiss, one that was deep and passionate. Hongjoong swooned. Seonghwa was his fire-proof lover, the anchor weighing him down, keeping him grounded instead of floating away with the tide.

Seonghwa shifted, retrieving the bottle and let a small puddle form in his palm before he guided it downward. He let the oil run down the side of his palm and onto his dick, stroking himself with the excess lubrication.
Seonghwa almost laughed at himself at how pent up he had gotten. His Starfire had such power over him.

He nestled himself between Hongjoong’s open legs, accidentally brushing their cocks together that had both men gasping from the slight contact. The desire to take both of them into his hand and pump them to completion was strong, and the captain could only imagine what Hongjoong’s thickness would feel like pressed against his. Seonghwa situated himself at Hongjoong’s puckered rim and slid the head inside.

Hongjoong whimpered, breath paused and hands clinging to Seonghwa’s shoulders from the stretch. “Breathe, Star, relax fer me,” the captain gritted out, feeling the clench around him as he continued to push until he bottomed out. Shakily, Hongjoong exhaled, trying his best to loosen his heat. Seonghwa was thicker than his fingers, despite the stretching.

“Yer tight, Joong, ye hafta relax,” Seonghwa breathed into his hair.

“I-mm… tryin’, you’re big,” Hongjoong groaned. He opened his mouth to Seonghwa’s neck, sucking the column to distract himself, and to also draw out a deep moan from his captain. Hongjoong felt the twitch Seonghwa’s dick gave inside and decided he liked the feeling so he continued to lap, kiss, suck and nip Seonghwa’s throat.

The effort Seonghwa had summoned to keep himself from thrusting was making him tremble. Hongjoong sucked on a patch of skin under his ear and his composure faltered. His hips jerked, pushing a surprised moan from the dragon who involuntarily clenched around him. His precious Star was sucking him in like a deadly beguiling maelstrom.

The attention Hongjoong gave Seonghwa’s neck was enough to help both of them relax. The tight muscles unwound, now comfortable with the stimulating intrusion. Seonghwa lifted up, captivated by the aroused beauty underneath. Hongjoong was celestial laying there with scattered, starlit hair, parted lips and dazed eyes.

Caught in the dragon’s starry eyes, Seonghwa slowly rocked into Hongjoong’s throbbing heat. He watched the way Hongjoong’s eyebrows slanted as the pleasure subdued the discomfort.

After a few moments of slow humping, Hongjoong wrapped his arms around Seonghwa’s neck, guiding him down where their foreheads met. The ridges of Seonghwa’s stomach dragged over Hongjoong’s leaking dick, an enticing incursion that had him panting small mewls. His nails scraped down Seonghwa’s neck, creating white lines and goosebumps to ripple against caramel skin. The captain hummed and took Hongjoong’s wrist, pinning it above his head at the same time he connected their lips in a torrid kiss. Gradually, the pace of his thrusts increased enough to make the dragon’s mouth fall open for an erotic moan. The constant glide of his lover’s cock rubbed his prostate teasingly.

Seonghwa shifted forward, adjusting Hongjoong’s hips enough for them to slightly fold and that was enough for the head of Seonghwa’s cock to jab his sweet spot. Hongjoong moaned loudly, his nails scraped at the pillow where Seonghwa held his hand hostage. He writhed, inhaling lungfuls at the sensations violating him in the most lustful way. His hole contracted, ensnaring Seonghwa’s cock against hot muscles and the pirate moaned sensuously. Sweat clung to their bodies, the room hot with the humidity and electricity radiating off the two lovers.

“S-Seonghwa-”

Hongjoong’s desperate cry rushed into puffy lips, tempting the captain with a single word. A tear slipped from the corner of his Star’s eye and Seonghwa kissed it away, whispering fervently. “I’m here, Starfire,” As Seonghwa’s pace quickened, the pitch in Hongjoong’s voice heightened. The fire inside screamed to release, begged to be let go. Pleasure coiled in their bellies while they chased after that harmonious high together. Seonghwa watched Hongjoong’s expression pinch, eyes clamp shut and heard the repeating whines spill from those lovely lips.

“I love th’ way ye sound, precious…”

Hongjoong opened his wet eyes and looked up, almost causing Seonghwa’s movements to stop all-together from the intensity circling amber eyes. “Love the w-way you f-feel… ah-”

Seonghwa lowered and sucked on the dip between his neck and clavicle, making Hongjoong’s head loll back, ripping the pillow where his horns caught the material. “Oh Seonghwa!” His hold on his lover’s arm tightened, desperate to ground himself through fervid teeth and lips on his skin, emitting puffs of smoke which danced from his open mouth.

Their fingers linked, holding onto one another as the flames of their passion erupted. Hongjoong’s breath stuttered, ass fluttering with his orgasm and white sprayed across his belly. Mind swimming, he basked in the constant euphoric rocking from Seonghwa which lulled him like the roll of an ocean’s wave, withdrawn from the moment to float along with the ripples.

He was pulled back to reality when he became too sensitive to the relentless pounding, whining until Seonghwa pulled out, leaving him to squeeze around emptiness. Hongjoong shifted the best he could onto his left elbow, witnessing the ecstasy flash across the captain’s face as he came with a melodic moan on the dragon’s stomach and merged their seed together.

Seonghwa slumped forward, breathing heavily and trembling from the exertion. Hongjoong’s gaze was adoring, fingers caressing along the pirate’s damp jaw.

“You’re incredible…” the dragon whispered, brushing away strands of black hair that had fallen in front of Seonghwa’s face. Their lips met for a soft kiss before Seonghwa laid down next to his lover, spent but satisfied, breathing deeply as if he almost drowned. To drown in Hongjoong would be a poetic death.

Once his heavy breaths slowed, Seonghwa spoke, “Ye may be the’ dragon o’ luck, but I be th’ lucky one t’ ‘ave ye,”

Hongjoong flushed, sharing an honest and sweet kiss with his lover. He felt his lips stretch wide, unable to stop himself from smiling. And when they pulled apart, he looked at Seonghwa like he was the reason the sky was blue.

Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong’s hand to his lips, pecking the knuckles affectionately before he rolled away from the dragon, dug around the drawer underneath and came back around with a cloth. They helped one another clean up, sharing bashful eye-contact every so often. Seonghwa discarded the cloth and rested on his side to face the dragon when they were done.

Hongjoong traced his finger along intricate tattoos, following the lines of the dagger on his shoulder and down to the two sets of initials written in the middle of a heart on his bicep.

“Ye ‘ave questions, I spy them in yer eyes,” Seonghwa rubbed his hand over the curve of Hongjong’s hip. “Ye can ask, Star,”

“Who were they?”

Seonghwa nestled his arm under his head, continuing his soft touches against Hongjoong’s warm skin. “They… once were me family,” there was a somber tone in Seonghwa’s voice that Hongjoong had never heard before. It held a sadness that carried a million tears. “Long ago, I had a wife an’ daughter…” his gaze seemed far away, lost in memories that ached his bones with haunting nostalgia. “But that be a long time ago,”

“Tell me about them? How long?” The dragon inquired.

Seonghwa’s eyes found Hongjoong’s and he felt the evident interest through them. “Longer than ye care t’ count. Me days be lost, much like th’ lost souls I ferry t’ th’ b’yond…” The pirate grasped Hongjoong’s hand and guided it down to the scar on his chest. “It started wih’ this, t’was th’ day I almost died,”

Hongjoong stilled, laying as still as a frozen ocean.

“I left home an’ th’ comfort of me loved ones t’ work as a sailor. Th’ pay was nay great but t’was somethin’. Our ship was caught inn’a hurricane nay long afta, blindin’ us all… it sank. I survived but then a ship surfaced an’ th’ next t’ing I knew, I was forever impressed int’ servitude. Th’ ship never made port an’ we never knew where it would make berth. I was nay able t’ tell me wife that I be alive. I lived like that fer years, livin’ on a cursed ship as a cursed man until th’ old captain sought t’ overthrow Calypso, th’ goddess of th’ sea. We were unsuccessful, our captain was mutinied upon fer hims stupidity an’ sacrificed t’ th’ goddess. We was spared but th’ Dutchman needed a captain so…” he pressed their hands harder to the marred flesh under Hongoong’s hand. “They voted me captain an’ cut out me ‘eart,” he explained with downcast eyes filled with sombre waves that washed through his life with tears.

Hongjoong could only stare, stunned at the story of his lover’s life. His mind couldn’t fathom the heartbreak of being unable to see loved ones, yet he then realized he could, for he too was bound to this ship just as the captain had been eons before. His eyes glazed over with unshed tears for the captain, remorseful and sympathetic. They were not so different after all, their fire and water, for both needed the same thing in order to survive, after all.

And Hongjoong breathed,

“Hwa…”

“Now ye know why people call me heartless…”

Hongjoong gave his head a shake. “No, my darling, you are anything but. You may not be with a heart but that does not make you heartless, Seonghwa. You are so much more. Your family knew that, and so do I,”

Seonghwa smiled gratefully, “Oh, Joong,,,” he cupped the dragon’s face, boring so much sincerity inside him. “In me storms, yer voice be th’ eye, fer th’ way ye see t’ings brings calm an’ shows me how t’ navigate t’ safe waters.” They brought the best out in each other. His wishing star come true, one Seonghwa had wished for under rainbows, and shooting beams of light across the skies. What he had needed for a very long time. An eternal connection rekindled.

The dragon scooted closer, cradling Seonghwa’s head against his chest as he cuddled his cheek into black, damp hair.

“An’ ye, star,” the pirate uttered, “Ye no man o’ th’ sea even before, hm?” Hongjoong breathed out a soft laugh, amused at the turn of attention.

“I asked the captain and his crew of The Mist to take me with them. I had no destination in mind, other than to just… travel. To see new things and experience life in this vast world. To be honest, when I was given time to serve here on the Dutchman, I desperately wanted to go home, back to everything familiar to me, where I’d be safe and… secluded.” Hongjoong elaborated calmly. “Home is an empty room full of inanimate objects that remind me of what once was. My father left when I was but a whelp and mother passed on some years ago. My brother has a family of his own and wanted me to find a mate and settle but I wanted so much more. I do miss him though...”

“Do ye still wanna go home?”

Hongjoong hummed, thinking deeply for a moment. With Seonghwa pressed into him, holding him so tenderly, he smiled into the captain’s scalp because he knew.

“I think I am home.”

Seonghwa made a small noise of acknowledgment, his voice distant as the fatigue of the day finally swept over them. Moonlight shone softly into the room, a lunar lullaby peeking over the clouds to bless the lovers in the night.

“Goodnight, my treasure…”

✧- - - ✦ ——-

“Wait… why have we not made port? Shouldn’t we have by now?”

Hongjoong was down in the cargo hold with Yeosang and Wooyoung, helping move barrels for inventory. His romantic night spent with Seonghwa had only brought them closer and for the past week, they shared the bed within the captain’s cabin, embracing each other as sleep would take them.

“Ah, ye noticed.” Wooyoung vouched. “Time does nay matter t’ those bound t’ th’ Dutchman. Bread stays fresh, ale stays strong, meat doesna rot, and we nay age.”

Hongjoong picked up a barrel and carried it over, setting it down with a huff. “But, aren’t you around my age? The main crew anyway...” There were many pirates on the ship, old and young, many having been here before and many new to the Dutchman much like Hongjoong

“How old do ye think we are?” Yeosang asked, peeking up from the book he had been writing in.

“Around… twenty-five?”

Wooyoung and Yeosang shared a hearty laugh that confused Hongjoong tenfold.

“Oh, lad, we were ‘round that age when we were bound.” Wooyoung feigned wiping a tear from under his eye. “Ye nay completely wrong. Many o’ us have been here for a hundred years already, but the cap’ has been ‘round much longer than ye could imagine. I spy ‘im n’ Yunho be from th’ same crew that made Seonghwa cap’,”

Yeosang nodded, “A lot o’ us can nay walk on land, only once every ten years. That be the curse for immortality.” Yeosang set the book down on the lid of a barrel, rolling his shoulder with a hiss. Seemed his injury agitated him sometimes.

Hongjoong gawked. “Ten years? How do you have so much supplies? When was the last time you made port?”

“We plunder, ‘member? We may be untouched by time but we still hunger for booty and bleed. Bein’ a pirate is in our blood.” Yeosang said as he massaged his arm. “It be… five years since we last made port. Those who can touch land bring back supplies too,”

The dragon hummed, wondering if he was one of those lucky ones who could still walk on land. “What happens to those who try to walk on land?”

“Poof,” Wooyoung mimicked a small explosion with his hands. “Ye turn t’ dust, cease t’ exist, no afterlife, no eternal salvation...” Hongjoong gulped in dread. He must have made an obvious face because the cook was approaching him. “Oh Joong, ye lookin’ like somethin’ that lies at th’ bottom of th’ ocean n’ twitches,”

“And what would that be?”

“A nervous wreck.”

Yeosang smacked Wooyoung upside the head.

When the trio arrived back onto the deck, San called from the main mast high above, hanging upside down as usual. “Oh, Joongie, cap’n has a job fer ye! He be in his quarters!”

Hongjoong shouted thanks to the swaying pirate and hopped up the steps to the captain’s cabin. He knocked and entered when given the okay.

“Ah, Starfire, ye faring?” Seonghwa asked, leaning over his desk over a stack of papers with Jongho on his left. The quartermaster regarded Hongjoong with a nod.

The dragon nodded to both men when he stepped up to the desk, “You wanted to see me… captain?”

“Aye,” Seonghwa stood straight up and proceeded to cross his arms over his chest. “Me t’inks that today we teach ye ‘ow t’ fight, usin’ this,” Jongho picked up a spare cutlass from his belt and offered it to the dragon. Hongjoong’s eyelids rapidly blinked as he took the weapon from the quartermaster with caution.

”Ye be lucky in th’ air but I need ye down ‘ere as well. Yer strength be ‘andy in’a fight wi’ enemies. Ye reckon?”

Hongjoong was a little reluctant to learn hand-to-hand combat but Seonghwa did make a good point. He was stronger thanks to his dragon lineage and that could be used to their advantage when faced with foes. His fire could be a bonus at the end of scuffles.

With the handle tight in his grip, the dragon nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Seonghwa smirked. “Excellent,”

Hongjoong collapsed onto the bed with a tired groan. His limbs ached from the ferocious training Seonghwa coached him through all afternoon. Blisters had formed on his fingers and palm, tender sores that had popped and left his skin feeling raw. His calf and thigh muscles burned with overuse from precise stepping and shuffling, and both arms felt too heavy to lift. Hongjoong was exhausted.

The training helped build up his self esteem, lessening his habit of freezing in front of an enemy. His luck had benefited him greatly. He could still feel the weight of the steel blade ingrained in his muscles. The training with the others had no ill-intent, but Hongjoong knew he would not be given mercy facing those who sought to harm them. Pirates fought with no honour and navy soldiers fought with the goal to take down anyone in their way if given the order.

Seonghwa plopped down on the bed, pulling a bone comb through his hair. Hongjoong forgot about his aches the moment he saw the engraved comb glide down through inky black to the space between the captain’s neck and shoulder where his hair stopped. Hongjoong’s hair was created from the white specks of stardust whereas Seonghwa’s hair was woven from the black strands of space. A balanced poetic resemblance of the skies.

“Be ye hurtin’, dove?” Seonghwa’s gentle tone broke through the other man’s hypnotized stare.

“Yes, I’m walking like a newborn fawn and my arms are going to fall off…”

Seonghwa laughed, head thrown back in merriment. Hongjoong’s heart did it’s usual flip. “Ye ‘ave me most sincere apology fer strainin’ yer delicate body.” He set the comb down on the shelf above the bed and pulled the blankets back.

The dragon scoffed, “I am not delicate, you of all people should know that, Hwa,” He shifted over to his pillow, giving Seonghwa room to lay down when he was finished.

“Aye, I be well aware,” the captain guided his hair behind his ear as he bent over, ready to blow the candle out but paused to glance at Hongjoong. “Ah, do ye want me t’ rub yer pain away ‘fore we sleep, starfire?”

“No, I’m all right, thank you though. Just get over here already.”

Seonghwa blew the flame out and situated himself on his back in bed beside his lover. Hongjoong draped his arm over Seonghwa’s chest, tucking his head into the other’s breast and purposely breathed onto his nipple.

Seonghwa slightly jolted, cupping his bud with his hand, “Ay, ye sly devil,” Though he chuckled along with Hongjoong’s playful snicker. Hongjoong raised his head as Seonghwa tilted his down, smiling contentedly. They shared a few sweet goodnight kisses, but there was something unspoken weighing heavy on Seonghwa’s tongue. His eyes appeared too soft, too ethereal in the moonlight. It was something they never had to mention, for it was there in their laughter, in the soft ways they touch, in the gaze that lingered when they parted.

“Joong…”

“Yes?” Hongjoong fought back a yawn but it was to no avail. His mouth stretched open, making his exhaustion ever more obvious.

Seeing how worn his star was, Seonghwa only smiled fondly and kissed Hongjoong’s forehead, deciding to leave it for another day. “Ye did great out there today, ye filled me wi’ pride. We may make a fine pirate outta ye yet,” Hongjoong smiled lazily and dropped his head back down onto the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, mumbling incoherently in his sleepy state.

Seonghwa pulled the sheet over their cuddled bodies and whispered one more praise before bidding Hongjoong a good night. They fell into a deep slumber, dreaming of a place where their horizons met and the unsaid bonded their hearts.

✧- - - ✦ ——-

It was different this time.

Hongjoong was more confident after the weeks he had spent training with the crew for combat. His progress impressed even himself. His agility and inner strength proved most useful when they met worthy opponents upon scavenging for souls. No more was he a timid lamb hiding away from a fight, no more was he intimidated by the shine of a blade. Today, he wielded his weapon against vicious pirates with conviction, baking under the scorching sun.

The battle raged on, giving Hongjoong an evocative response to the growing mayhem around him. He had managed to take down a few buccaneers alone. Here in the opening, there was no chivalry presented by gentlemen, only long blades beneath a cloudless sky.

When he managed to dispatch another enemy, Hongjoong took a moment to catch his breath and observe the state of the battle on the two ships. All around, men cried in agony from their injuries, the blast of cannons boomed and the all too familiar impact of metal sabers. The number of enemies had decreased to a great extent. Victory had been promised.

His wandering eyes landed on Seonghwa across the main deck, fascinated by his sharp movements. The stinging clash of Seonghwa’s cutlass vibrated deep within Hongjoong, taken by the flawless movements. The way he jabbed and sliced, cutting down his foes with ease... It was a deadly dance the captain was performing.

And it was beautiful.

The attraction was instant the moment he saw the irate expression Seonghwa adorned. The intensity his dark, charcoal lined eyes held sparked deep within Hongjoong’s soul. It was enough for him to lose his composure and momentarily let his mind wander to the rough grunts that he imagined oozed from plush lips. With the adrenaline, he could feel the surge of his desire flow downward.

Men feared him, it was clear by the way they hesitated to attack the man who captained the cursed ship. He looked every bit the part of captain he paraded around as, threatening and terrifying. Hongjoong did not have to worry, his fierce lover could not be harmed by such mundane things.

A yell came from Hongjoong’s left, a large pirate was rushing at him, axe raised high. The dragon shuffled backwards where he met the mast and he dropped down, successfully evading the pirates' swing. The blade lodged itself into the wood and Hongjoong took the opportunity to shove his cutlass into the man’s torso. Hongjoong smelled the sickening last breath of his enemy as he collapsed to his knees and then to his side as his life left him.

He yanked his sword from the corpse and rose to his feet, just in time to defend himself against another attacker. He lifted his cutlass against the pirate’s, pushing back with might.

His attacker sneered. Hongjoong growled.

With a powerful shove, Hongjoong forced the man away, making him stumble right into someone’s awaiting blade and he crumpled to the ground. Hongjoong greeted his helpmate with a grin. Seonghwa’s body was decorated in splashes of blood, pearls of sweat dripped down his clavicle and Hongjoong salivated. He looked ravishing.

A surprised gasp slipped from Seonghwa when Hongjoong snaked his free arm around his corseted waist and pulled them together. Lustful flames seared in their locked gaze. The tension was heavy and obvious. The air was so brittle it could snap. Adrenaline flowed through their veins, a natural high that added to the exhilarating mood.

Seonghwa’s blown pupils looked at Hongjoong’s eye then flittered down to his lips and up to his other eye. Hongjoong’s self-control broke.

Their kiss was so sizzling that it made Seonghwa’s head spin. Lips parted and tongues mingled and all they knew was wet smacks moistening dry skin. The sounds of battle continued around them, but they disregarded the action in favour of tempting the other man further into the embers of insatiable gluttony. The captain was unsure how long they made out for, but he didn’t care. He gave into the eroticness of sharing crazed kisses in the middle of battle.

Hongjoong’s lips were pounding when they finally pulled back. A familiar cloud of smoke wafted from the dragon’s mouth, resembling the aroused scorching flare in their pelvises. Their dicks strained in their pants, pressed into each other’s body. What Hongjoong wouldn’t do to defile Seonghwa there for everyone to see.

Someone grabbed Hongjoong’s horn from behind and hauled him off of his feet, away from his lover, to the grimy deck. He landed on his left shoulder, wailing from the pain that shot through his arm. He released a growl, animalistic and petrifying. The man floundered away upon hearing such a noise, his weapon pointed at the dragon to defend himself.

It was his last mistake.

Seonghwa pointed his double barrel gun at their foe’s throat and, with hate in his eyes, pulled the trigger. The man fell, choking on his own blood. Seonghwa sheathed his gun and helped Hongjoong to his feet.

“Be ye okay, precious?” The captain asked. Hongjoong’s shoulder pulsed but the pain ebbed away when he realized Seonghwa hadn’t let go of his hand. The hunger was still present, both still hard. He nodded and squeezed his lover’s hand, focusing on Seonghwa’s pretty lips. The captain didn’t let the simple peek go unnoticed. He surged down, seizing Hongjoong in an impassioned kiss. As if the last minute hadn’t happened, they resumed their avid attention on one another.

With their mouths nipping and licking, crotches grinding, Hongjoong knew there was no more room for further delay and he led them away from the fight with haste.

They burst into the captain’s quarters ungracefully, too rushed to care. Hongjoong kicked the door closed and backed his lover up to the desk, never breaking their lip-lock, propelled by desire towards what they needed.

The back of Seonghwa’s thighs bumped into the edge of his desk, jostling the items that had been sitting there peacefully and the captain pressed his hand to the tabletop to obtain a sense of balance. Before Seonghwa could hop up, Hongjoong removed the belt of weapons and grasped the cloth of his wide leg capri pants and pulled them down, lowering himself to help the captain step out of them. His hard cock bobbed as he kicked them away, bending to assist with the removal of his boots next when a hand on his hip stopped him.

“Keep the boots and corset on,”

Seonghwa bit his lip.

It was clear Hongjoong was in control, feral to have his way with Seonghwa. The dragon of luck was going to get lucky.

Hongjoong rubbed his hand up to the back of Seonghwa’s knee and lifted it up and out, spreading his lover. His breath fanned over Seonghwa’s exposed thigh, the anticipation was an exquisite feeling. He watched as Hongjoong slid two fingers into his mouth, covering them in spit and they vanished betwixt his legs. Hongjoong felt his way along the inside of Seonghwa's cheeks and when he came into contact with the rim, the muscles contracted and Seonghwa whimpered. Effortlessly, he wedged his fingers inside, making quick work of opening his captain.

Seonghwa’s hips jerked when the dragon suddenly curled his lips around the head of his cock. He gripped the white hair between Hongjoong’s horns, feeling his body give into the building pleasure. The leg he was standing on was unsteady, his toes curled inside his stilettos as dexterous fingers rubbed and teased while lips puckered and kissed.

Hongjoong was going mad. Seonghwa tasted like the ocean, salty and tangy. It was intoxicating on his tongue, so addictive, it sent him into a heady trance. He opened his mouth wider, taking more of Seonghwa’s throbbing dick deeper as his fingers stretched, deliberately avoiding the swollen gland.

A whine drew from Seonghwa because Hongjoong wasn’t touching him where he wanted. His patience was dwindling, needing more from his lover. “Joong-” The dragon detached his mouth from Seonghwa, looking up at the disheveled man with the corner of his lip lifted.

Hongjoong’s warning growl went straight to Seonghwa’s cock.

He sounded like a large animal Seonghwa had once encountered near shore, a beastly creature with a large mouth full of sharp teeth and a scaly hide. It had made a low, rumbling noise, much like his lover just had, meant to intimidate. Yet he wasn’t afraid, he knew his star wouldn’t harm him. It was overawing but to Seonghwa it was tantalizing, intense, and he found himself submitting to the dragon with half lidded eyes.

Hongjoong intentionally shoved his fingers deeper, giving Seonghwa’s prostate a quick nudge that had his partner wiggling and gnawing on his lower lip. He stood up, grasping the front of Seonghwa’s shirt and pressed his lips to the shell of Seonghwa’s pierced ear.

“I'm gonna drive you crazy until your mind and body explode,” His scratchy voice made Seonghwa’s chest arch into his, eagerly awaiting the carnal promise. He ripped Seonghwa’s shirt down the middle and forced it out of his corset and off his body. The display of brawn and provoking words multiplied Seonghwa’s craving for his star.

The ruined shirt was dropped, Hongjoong’s own shirt joined it on the floor a moment later. He quickly pushed his pants down, freeing his cock with a pleased groan. Seonghwa encased Hongjoong’s length in his hand, giving the hot appendage slow pumps to work the dragon to completion.

They hadn’t made it past simple touches but Seonghwa was already starting to look debauched. It triggered Hongjoong into giving Seonghwa a deep kiss, prematurely breaking it when the black haired man’s speed increased. He swiftly gripped Seonghwa’s wrist, growling softly. The captain had the audacity to smirk.

Hongjoong squatted down to lift Seonghwa’s leg up against his hip and cupped his ass, fingers digging into plush flesh as he hoisted the pirate up. Seonghwa’s heels clicked together when he hooked his long legs around Hongjoong’s hips, stabilizing himself by winding his arms over Hongjoong’s shoulders.

Seonghwa felt himself be carried over to the wall, back pressing into the aged wood. And then a moan tumbled out as he was filled, hole stretching to accommodate Hongjoong’s girth. Gravity helped Seonghwa sink down on his lover, pulling a strangled noise from his vocals.

“Ngh, so tight, you take me so well, my darling,” Hongjoong sighed into the clammy skin on Seonghwa’s neck, inhaling his lover’s musky aroma. The internal warmth felt so good, too good. All he wanted was to pound Seonghwa into the wall and push beautiful noises out of him, but he waited for the pirate to adapt.

He saw Seonghwa’s vulnerable side, how pliant he looked with his face contorted in pleasure. As a dragon, they were well endowed and from the look on Seonghwa’s beautiful face, it was proof of how it was affecting the pirate; and in turn, affected Hongjoong.

Seonghwa had been planning the moment where he would say it day after day. The time was right. His mouth opened to say it, but before he could get the words out, he heard them ring in his ears. Hongjoong said it first.

“I love you,”

The moment had become more intimate from the heartfelt confession. Seonghwa looked at the dragon as if he had just been given the world, like his heart was mended even though he didn’t know it was broken.

His eyes twinkled, words breathy when he returned the endearment.

“I love ye too,”

Their horizons became one.

Hongjoong tilted his head as he leaned in, binding them in a kiss so powerful it could part the ocean, and so musical that it shamed the songs of sirens. It felt as if a current of bubbling lava had caught every nerve in his body on fire. He forfeited to the scorching sea. Their love resonated not only in their hearts, but also deep within their cores.

Hongjoong shifted, letting Seonghwa’s ass meet his thighs, forcing his cock deeper, further than before, opening him up fully. “Aha, Hongjoong-” Seonghwa’s hoarse voice and pulsing walls stoked tenacious desperation to reach their highs.

“Hwa, you feel so good around me, mm…”

He roughly thrusted into Seonghwa, high on elated emotions and adrenaline. The rhythmic snaps of his hips emitted a filthy squelch brought on by the excess amount of precum he spilled. Hongjoong’s jaw clenched in concentration, thoroughly making sweet, passionate love with his undead angel.

Seonghwa’s cock leaked precum on his corset, helplessly trapped between their hot stomachs, at the mercy of constant rubbing. It sent shivers down his spine. His hands clenched by subconscious demand, knotting in white locks as he rocked, torso pinned to the wall. Hongjoong’s upward thrusts hit his prostate dead on, it had him panting Hongjoong’s name with furrowed brows.

Hongjoong’s breath began to labour, lungs burning, drunk on the way Seonghwa reeled his head back, hair stuck to his neck and collarbones and he produced moans timed to his body. His hips bucked faster, the obscene echo of slapping skin was causing them to tip on the edge. It’s so hot. Their skin felt overheated.

“Joong,” Seonghwa croaked, “Close-” His hole tightened, nails denting the dragon’s back. Pleasure shook his caged body, slack-jawed just to breathe.

Hongjoong let out a ruined sounding moan at the almost unbearable constriction. “Just like that, Hwa, yes, let go for me,” he urged his lover on. “Just like that, my love,”

Hiccuping, Seonghwa came feeling full, body tingled and writhing. Cum spurt out, landing in various places across their bodies. His mind had trouble processing the pleasure so fast and it sent his body into a transitory paralysis. His limbs fell limp but inside his muscles locked, body shaking with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Hongjoong followed soon after, legs quaking from being pushed to their limit. He released inside with the broken moan of Seonghwa’s name. Lazily, he gave Seonghwa’s shoulder soft butterfly kisses but the captain was unable to articulate a response, mind numb and body buzzing. Hongjoong didn’t move in favour of letting their breaths catch.

When they did, Hongjoong gently directed them to the bed, every step made Seonghwa shudder in overstimulation and mewl in protest.

Seonghwa felt weightless, like he was floating in Hongjoong’s atmosphere. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped when his lover laid him on the bed, slipping free with a hiss. Carefully, like handling a newborn babe, Hongjoong started the process of aftercare, undressing them fully, then wiped them down and left chaste kisses wherever he could.

“Are you with me, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong asked, voice cracking as he studied the relaxed facial expression and dilated eyes. Those eyes saw him but seemed like they saw right through him instead. Seonghwa blinked slowly, managing a small nod and smile.

“Aye,” Seonghwa replied in a husky voice. “Me love,” he reached out with his hand and Hongjoong lifted it to his cheek, snuggling against it with a happy hum. Sated and eyes full of bliss, they smiled. Hongjoong laid beside Seonghwa, admiring their afterglow.

Their hearts had finally spoken their secret, souls forever mingled, fire and water balanced.

They didn’t notice the lack of canonfire or dearth of noise around the ship until the call of triumph echoed loudly in the distance. Cheers of victory chimed, here they won. The crew would surely celebrate after disposing the defeated corpses.

Seonghwa pushed himself up when his motor functions returned so he could reach around and unlock the chain of the necklace he always wore. He never spoke of what the item hanging on it was for. So when it was handed to Hongjoong, he was puzzled. A new treasure for his trove?

“A key?” The captain nodded. Hongjoong inspected the neck and decorations of the silver key, “What’s it for?”

Seonghwa chuckled. “I t’ink ye know,” Hongjoong had a sneaking suspicion but now that it was confirmed, he felt tears in his eyes and he quickly wrapped his arms around Seonghwa’s neck and kissed him.

“It belongs t’ ye now, Firestar. Ye take good care o’ it...”

The unluckiest of luck dragons became the keeper of his heart… and that was the most incomparable treasure.

✧- - - ✦ ——- End