Pirates of the Makai

Pirates of the Makai
Part One

“First, three days of bumping around in a stuffy carriage, now a whole month of being tossed about by this damned boat. It‘s boring too; nothing to do but stare at the walls and hope some huge wave doesn‘t come up and throw you through one,” Prince Koenma complained as he threw himself facedown on his bed, “How is it that an experience so violent can be so dull? There’s got to be a better way to travel than this!”

The prince’s companion, Yusuke Urameshi snorted, “Yeah and bitching about it’s gonna do ya a lot of good now that we’re already a week out to sea.”

Koenma glared at him. Not many men would have dared speak to the prince in such a manner, but Yusuke wasn’t most men. Not by a long shot. In short, Yusuke was brash, arrogant, and believed that his long association with the prince afforded him the privilege of exercising said traits. But then Koenma’s long association with him afforded him some privileges as well. Koenma smiled deviously, “Very well, let’s talk of other things. How has Lady Keiko been fairing?”

Yusuke balked, as he often did when that name was mentioned. She was Yusuke‘s fiancée, a lady of good name, but dwindling wealth. It was an arranged marriage. Yusuke shrugged, “Uh, fine, I guess. I haven’t seen her since the spring ball, though.”

“That was nearly half a season ago, Yusuke,” Koenma playfully rebuked him, “Haven’t you kept proper correspondence-- no, of course you wouldn’t. Some would wonder if you really want to marry.”

“What, you want me get hitched, so I’ll be tied down to some cozy little country via, instead of following your royal hind-end around all the time?” Yusuke sneered, moving closer to the prince.

When he was close enough, Koenma twined his hands around his neck, “Oh, banish the thought. These long trips are dull enough as it is, I don’t know how I’d fair without you to… keep me occupied.”

Taking the prince’s silent invitation, Yusuke pressed his lips to the other’s soft, warm lips. They parted and Yusuke smirked, “You know, if you keep provoking me, this ship won’t be the only thing jostling your regal ass.”

“Is that promise?” Koenma laughed and drew Yusuke to him.

Yusuke laughed with him as he lay down on the bed, rolling Koenma over to sit astride his thighs. However much he would have enjoyed putting his handsome monarch beneath him, Yusuke did have some sense of his proper place. That is, a vassal to the prince therefore subservient to said prince in any aspect, even in the bedroom. It was only technically, of course, that he should assume to be on the bottom-- even though Koenma was the one who would be bottoming as was his wont. If Koenma desired it, Yusuke would roll them over and take him in the missionary position, or from behind, on hands and knees, or lying on their sides-- however the prince wanted it. It was one duty that Yusuke was always more than happy to fill.

Yusuke could tell from mischievous the way Koenma ground his firm rear into his hardening manhood that the prince intended on riding him like one of his many purebred stallions. He growled and reached up to help his majesty unfasten the buttons on his waistcoat and then his breeches. Koenma unbuttoned Yusuke’s collar and leaned down to nibble at Yusuke’s finely sculpted neck. This also allowed him to surreptitiously lift his hips up so as to slide his breeches off without interrupting the seduction taking place. Yusuke’s hands found the princes bear bottom and kneaded it with great appreciation. He could already feel Koenma’s hands at work, unfastening his breeches wanting to free the cock he so obviously craved.

But just then a sound like a clap of thunder ripped through the air. It was soon followed by an uproar of panicked cries and shouted orders.

“What’s happening?” Koenma demanded with a little fear.

“I’ll find out,” Yusuke hurried to refasten his trousers and headed for the door, tryst forgotten in his urgency. He found a crew member rushing through the passage just outside the prince’s door. He demanded of the man, “You there, what’s all this noise about?”

“Sir!” The crew member obviously recognized him as Prince Koenma’s companion, “We have been beset by pirates. You must have heard that loud clap a moment ago. It was a warning shot!”

“Pirates!?” Yusuke started, “We’re a passenger ship! It’s not like we’re carrying gold or anything! What the heck do they want from us?”

The sailor glanced over Yusuke’s shoulder, at the door behind him, the door leading to Koenma’s room. Yusuke felt his stomach drop as he realized what the sailor must be thinking. But, they hadn’t advertised their journey. No one outside of the ship should’ve known that Koenma was onboard. Another cannon ball thundered outside. No time for questions, Yusuke just had to accept that the information leaked somehow.

“What are our odds,” Yusuke demanded of the sailor.

The sailor shook his head, “I‘m afraid it‘s not good. This is, after all, a passenger ship, so we’re not equipped with the weapons or the maneuverability to put up much of a defense.”

“Damn,” Yusuke cursed, “But we have soldiers on board, King Enma’s best, surely these pirates can’t be stupid enough to face them. I mean, they wouldn‘t stand a chance.”

The sailor looked doubtful, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

“What do you mean, you’re not sure,” Yusuke was getting agitated now.

“I mean, the ship that’s off our bow, it’s the Black Dragon.”

“Shit,” Yusuke dismissed the sailor and rushed back into the room. Yusuke was never too keen of naval affairs, but even he had heard of the Black Dragon. It was ship whose speed and agility none other could match. Its origin and designers were unknown, but popular legend claims that it rose up out of the briny deep, straight from hell itself. Its crew was as fierce and cut throat as any pirates could be. Every condemned soul aboard were master killers with no sense of remorse. Some would have it that they were demons. And the captain of this ship? He was the greatest demon of them all. They say that he’s twice as tall as an average man and three times as broad in the chest. He has arms like barrels and can cut a man clean in half with a single sweep of his cutlass. The validity of these facts however was somewhat questionable, because they also say that nobody has seen him and lived.

“We’re being attacked by the Black Dragon,” Yusuke reported to Koenma with as much calm as he would recite the day‘s lunch menu, “I think they aim to kidnap you and hold you for ransom.”

“What?” Koenma started in disbelief. But the truth became undeniable as another thunderous roar caused the ship to pitch in the water. The pirates were finished with warning shots and were now taking the initiative.

“Come on, we got to find someplace to hide you, in case we get boarded,” Yusuke said, but he knew that there was little doubt that their ship would be boarded.

“No,” Koenma snatch his hand back, “If we do that, they’ll kill every man woman and child on board if necessary to find me. I can‘t let that happen, Yusuke. I… I‘ll surrender myself first!”

“Koenma--” Yusuke started to protest.

“Listen, they won’t hurt me, if they expect any money from my father,” Koenma placed his hands gently on either side of Yusuke’s face, “It’s the only way to avoid unnecessary blood shed.”

“You’re right,” Yusuke muttered defeated. The pirates would only leave them in peace once they had their hostage. He kissed Koenma softly on the lips and murmured, “But it won’t be you.”

Yusuke’s fist drove up into his prince’s gut. Koenma doubled over, retching as he passed out. Yusuke could hear the captain shouting orders up top and the soldiers and sailors franticly running to carry them out. Another round of cannon fire rocked the ship. All hell was getting ready to break loose. Yusuke moved quickly hide Koenma’s prone body under the bunk. Then set to put his plan into action.

A hand full of minutes found Yusuke striding out onto the deck. He received a few odd looks from those who were not too busy to notice him. See, Yusuke was not wearing the green suit that others on board had associated him with. Instead, he was dressed in a rich blue frockcoat and waistcoat, cinched at the waist by a bold red sash, with trim tan breeches and an expensive looking hat the matched the frockcoat. They were Koenma’s clothes.

“Captain!” Yusuke called out to the older man.

The old sea dog stopped and eyed him, “What be this about?”

“Send up a white flag,” Yusuke ordered as he climbed up to the captain’s deck. From there he could see the devastation the pirate ship had wrought on their vassal. There was massive damage to the rigging, the sails were shredded to the point of uselessness, the hull was pitted with small holes, and Yusuke did not neglect to note the few unlucky bodies that lay bloodied on the deck.

“You want us to surrender?” The old sailor said as if he didn’t think Yusuke knew what he was asking.

“Listen, these guys want Prince Koenma, right? And they won’t give up until they got him,” Yusuke pointed out.

The captain gaped “We can’t--”

“We must,” Yusuke told him gravely, “To save the lives of everyone on board, I, Prince Koenma, will surrender myself-- that is me, Prince Koenma.”

The old captain’s eyes widened as he caught on to Yusuke’s scam. He nodded numbly and called out to his crew, “Run a white flag. Koenma here is surrendering himself, got that?” He gestured to Yusuke. The crew understood and ran to carry out his orders. In a matter of minutes the surrender was complete. The pirate ship, Black Dragon, pulled up along side of their vessel. As Yusuke paced toward that side of the ship, soldiers and sailors moved out of his way and bowed their heads like he really was their monarch. It wasn’t just an act, there was legitimate respect there. He was doing a brave thing.

Yusuke could see the pirate ship now. It was painted black, or was at one time. Much of it was faded and grey making it look like a horrible ghost ship. There was a frightening monument of a serpent attached to the bow. And all along the hull, Yusuke could see scars in the wood from its many battles. On board he saw a line dirty, leering faces. They would kill him the moment they figured out he was a fake.

A pair of men extended a plank between the ships and then another pair used it to cross-- and what an odd pair. One was an ungainly tall man with all his hair shaved off save for a strip of it down the middle, which he wore long in the back and in tails. The other looked as if he was no more than a boy.

“I’m guessing you be the one we was sent to fetch, eh fancy pants,” the tall one slurred into Yusuke’s face. The smell of rum on his breath was nearly enough to send Yusuke staggering.

The boy interjected, “You are Prince Koenma, right?”

“I’m not a deck hand,” Yusuke responded with sarcasm. This way he wasn’t technically lying.

“Take him, Chu,” the boy ordered the tall man who took Yusuke by the arm and roughly led him to the plank. The boy then turned to address the crew, “You will take down your main sails and anchor here for one hour. And, if any of you get it into your heads to try and follow the Black Dragon, you’ll soon find yourselves at the bottom of the ocean.”

Threats made the boy followed Yusuke and Chu across the plank to the Black Dragon. The plank was withdrawn and with considerable swiftness the Black Dragon was underway. Yusuke’s stomach twisted as he watched the other vessel shrink in the distance but he wouldn’t need to watch for long. The one called Chu grasped him by the elbow saying, “All right your highness, come along, the captain will want to meet you now.”

How ever much Yusuke disliked being handled this way, he knew resistance would have been pointless, surrounded by pirates as he was. He allowed himself to be led toward the rear of the boat, were the captain’s deck would be located, of course. The pirate ranks parted before them and soon Yusuke saw framed in a doorway the man who could only be the captain. Just as the rumors spoke, he was a giant of a man. Well, twice the size of an average man was a bit of a stretch. But this man was still tall beyond reason maybe nine feet high, with broad shoulders and long limbs. And even through his thick frockcoat, Yusuke could tell that those limbs were ripped with thick muscle. He looked down at Yusuke. His face was so angularly severe with a dark pointed beard and his eyes were so piercingly cold, Yusuke could image his face had been carved from a glacier.

“So you are a captain,” Yusuke said, trying to sound as unimpressed as the royal he was pretending to be.

The man’s face cracked in a smile, “No. I am the first mate, Seiryu. Now allow me to introduce you to the one and only master of the Black Dragon, Captain Hiei Jaganshi.” He stepped to one side and behind him….

Yusuke doubled over as laughter exploded out of him. Twice as tall as the average man, his foot! The man standing in front of him was less than half the height of the first mate. Not only was he petite in all aspects, but his face was youthfully round and without even the hint of facial hair. He had a cute button of a nose, a small mouth, and adorably large red colored eyes, all topped by an attractive bush of wild black hair. Surly the pirates were just having a bit of fun with him. This pretty young boy must be a cabin boy.

“Okay you got me,” Yusuke bawled, holding his aching sides, “Now where’s the real captain?”

But none of the pirate crew was laughing. In fact they stood by with looks of terror and disbelief painted on their faces.

“I am the real captain, you cur,” the boy growled in a far deeper voice than Yusuke had suspected he‘d have. His hand strayed absently to the cutlass that rested on his belt.

Thankfully for Yusuke, Seiryu cleared his throat and reminded Hiei, “We do need him alive, sir.”

Hiei glared at Yusuke, “Fortunately for you, we do. We will all be rich men, when king daddy pays the ransom. Toss him in the brig!” He shouted and the order was received with cheers.

Soon Yusuke found himself being un-gently pushed into a small cell. It was not like a prison cell with bars, but a tiny room that could have been mistaken for a storage closet, if not for the tell tale enforced iron bands on the door and the small slot at the bottom that was surly used to serve prisoners their meals. That was a bit of a comfort, they did feed their prisoners. There was no furniture, not even a cot to sleep on. The only items in the room was a worn blanket on the floor and a pot in the corner should Yusuke find the need to relieve himself. Another comfort, Yusuke wouldn’t have to embarrass himself by having to go on the floor like a caged animal.

Yusuke, left alone, slumped against one wall, feeling very tired in this sudden calm after so much dishevelment. He was really up shit creek now, he thought. These pirates would kill him the moment they found out he was a fake. And even if he managed to continue fooling them, what then? Would the king pay the ransom and save him? Not likely. I would be a high price and, however close to the prince he was, he was still just one of many courtiers-- and not even a very important one at that. He held no political sway. In fact, the majority of the royal court hated him. Some because he was of what they called ‘common stock’, his father was the respected lord Raizen, but his mother was only a maid in the lord’s house before Yusuke had been born. Normally such children were disregarded, but Raizen had not other children and planned to have none other unless they were also by Yusuke’s mother, because he was in love with her and none other.

Others didn’t like Yusuke because of his personality, and Yusuke could respect that to a point. Not everybody enjoyed the antics of a restless, impetuous youth. Koenma enjoyed it. Yusuke could remember the first time he met the Prince. He was fourteen and Koenma was fifteen. It was Yusuke’s first time being invited to court. He was to attend the prince’s fox hunt. Not that that was anything special, there would be two dozen other young men on horse back involved with the hunt. Ha! With all the noise of pounding hooves, the hunting party could be heard a mile away. Yusuke wondered how it was that they ever managed to catch a fox unaware.

But the point in a fox hunt was not to catch a fox, but to become acquainted with the other young men at court-- or as Yusuke saw it, find out who’s higher on the ladder than you and start brown nosing. Needless to say, Yusuke was more than a little aloof on that day.

Feeling bored and somewhat mischievous, Yusuke suddenly pointed and shouted, “Look a fox! There it goes over that hill. Hurry before it gets away!”

Around two dozen gullible young men then took off after Yusuke’s imaginary fox. One remained. He had lush golden brown hair and an angelic face of which only aristocratic bloodlines seemed able to produce. Yusuke hadn’t gotten a good look at him before then, because he had been at the center of the male throng. It was Prince Koenma.

His eyes traveled over Yusuke, obviously evaluating him. His hair was naturally as dark and shinny as a rook’s wing, worn straight, combed back and tied at the nape of his neck. It was beautiful especially in combination with his sun tanned skin, no doubt obtained from voluminous outdoor activity. His face had a very boyish quality to it with soft round cheeks and large brown eyes that sparkled with impish intelligence.

He gave Yusuke a lovely smile and said, “You can’t fool me. I only spied one wily fox around here and he’s sitting on a horse right in front of me.”

Yusuke scratched his head, “Well ya got to admit it was funny.”

“It was,” Koenma laughed. “Come on, let’s get out of this place before those fools get the wit to come back and find us.” He spurred his horse and it took off at a gallop.

Not to be outdone, Yusuke took off after him. In short time Yusuke was abreast with the prince. Koenma flashed him a smile that was meant as a challenge and then pushed his mount to greater speeds. Yusuke smirked. Most of Yusuke’s life, if he wasn’t boxing or playing cards, he was riding. Did this royal brat really thing he could best him? Yusuke leaned forward in the straddle, trying to get as much of his weight as he possibly could off of his horse’s back. Then with a, “Yay!” His horse took off like a shot. He quickly gained on Koenma, passed him and left him behind in the dust.

After a few minutes at that speed Yusuke heard a whistle from behind. He glanced back and saw the prince was slowing to a canter. Yusuke slowed as well. Koenma caught up to him. He was sweating and breathing hard from the excitement.

“I can’t believe you beat me,” he panted as he approached, “I know I’m not he best horsemen in the world, but nobody’s ever beaten me before.”

“That’s cuz most courtiers are too chicken shit to give you a good contest, the damned ass kissers,” Yusuke blurted out before he remembered he was in the presence of the prince.

To his relief the prince laughed. “Ah yes. And there were so many of them today, I swore by the end of this hunt I was going to need a medicated ointment.”

Now it was Yusuke’s turn to laugh. The prince offered Yusuke his hand to shake and said, “I’m sure you already guessed, but I’m Koenma of Reikei.”

“Yusuke Urameshi,” Yusuke took the proffered hand.

After that Koenma showed Yusuke to a glade with a spring where their horses could drink and graze. Lounging in the crisp sunlight on the soft grass, Koenma said, “I know we’ve only met, But I think I like you a lot, Yusuke. You’ve got a spirit that I find very… refreshing.”

“Uh okay,” Yusuke said awkwardly, “But you do know who I am right? I’m probably not the most respectable person for the crown prince to be hanging around with.”

“Do you care about being respectable?” Koenma asked with a hint of amusement.

“Not partially,” Yusuke snorted without a thought.

Koenma‘s shadow eclipsed the sun as he leaned over Yusuke‘s form, “You’re handsome too.”

He leaned down and covered Yusuke’s lips with his own. Yusuke was shocked at first. Sure he’d heard of male on male relationships, it was not uncommon among young males of the upper-class who desired physical stimulation, but did not want to take the risk of fooling around with a young maid and getting her pregnant. What really shocked Yusuke was that of all the handsome gents and pretty pageboys, Koenma chose him. The fact slowly sunk in as Koenma’s talented tongue tantalized his senses. He made love to Koenma right there on the glade that day, the first time he made love to anyone. From that day forward the prince refused to go anywhere, do anything without Yusuke by his side.

Yusuke realized, while he was sitting in the cell aboard the pirate ship, that this this was the first time since then that he had been more than an hour by coach from the prince. Even when Yusuke was sent for to meet his future bride, Koenma was only up the road.

Koenma would be awake by now. He would have been informed of what Yusuke had done. Yusuke wondered how he would take it-- probably with the air calm and grace that had been thoroughly drilled into him since birth. Of course would feel bad about this whole thing, he would need somebody close that he could trust to vent to. Yusuke wondered who that would be now that he was gone.

“Too friggen depressing,” Yusuke griped and banged his head back on the wall behind him. Crack! Yusuke thought he might have banged his head too hard, but then he figured out it wasn’t his skull that cracked, but the wall!

Yusuke looked and found that a section of the wall had suffered from dry rot, making the boards there brittle. It was a miracle. If he could wrench away the boards, Yusuke could escape his cell, steal a lifeboat, and paddle his way to the shipping lines where he could be rescued. He scurried over to the door and peered out through the service slot to make sure there was nobody near. There wasn’t. He moved back to the wall to put his plan into action.

Yusuke broke through the wall and into another room of similar size, but this one actually was a storage closet. He found it to be filled his crates of dried food goods, so reasonably he would be near the kitchen-- or galley in boat talk. He tried the door handle, hoping that they didn’t keep the cupboard locked. It was open. He peered out the narrow crack and nearly betrayed himself by slamming the door when he saw a pair of bodies pass by.

“We have fish almost every night,” a tall blond man complained, “Why don’t we get some ham going tonight?”

“You would prefer dried ham to fresh fish?” The one with long bluish hair rebuked the other, “It’s too salty unless you serve it with beans. And do I need to remind you, Suzuki, what happens when Chu has beans?”

“Good point, Shishi. It’s not good if we have to suffer that,” Suzuki mused, “We could serve it with potatoes.”

“Potato’s and ham?” Shishi scoffed, “They would complain it’s too dry-- unless have we the makings for a gravy.”

Suzuki snapped his fingers, “Ah, I saved a beef stock! It’s in the pantry.”

Yusuke nearly shit himself. He was in the pantry with a big ol’ escape hole in the wall behind him. The moment that door opened it was over. He was going to have to rush him! The moment the door opened, head bent, Yusuke drove his shoulder into the blond man’s waist, using the leverage to flip him over his back. It was one hundred percent effective as Suzuki was caught entirely by surprise. Shishi, the other man was also taken aback by Yusuke’s sudden emergence from the closet. Before he even had the chance to react, Yusuke speared him into a row of cabinets.

Yusuke was off and running. On the steps to the deck he encountered another surprised pirate. He took him with a swift left hook. This one had a sword, which Yusuke relieved him of as he fell. By now his game was up, but he hoped that with a weapon, he might be able to fight his way out. Though Yusuke never really practiced to be proficient with the sword, he always preferred hand to hand combat. Well, at the very least the sword in his hand would make the pirates feel more cautious about approaching him.

He came out onto the deck and a line of pirates were waiting for him. The one nearest made a move to take his head off, but Yusuke brought his sword up in time to block it. However the force of the blow nearly knocked him off his feet.

Near the captain’s deck Seiryu was yelling, “You idiot’s don’t kill him! Put those things away and take him by hand.”

The pirates begrudgingly put their swords away and rushed at Yusuke, only to receive minor cuts for their troubles. Just then a low voice called out with bored authority, “Fall back! Open the coal shaft!” It was captain Hiei, come out to handle what his incompetent crew obviously could not.

Yusuke looked to one side as he saw a couple of men lifting up a trapdoor for reasons he couldn‘t fathom. His eyes shot back to Hiei as a dull thud sounded. Hiei had cut a rope tied down to the deck. Next there were light hissing sounds of sliding robe coming from up in the rigging. It didn’t occur to Yusuke that he should move until he turned to find a heavy block of pulleys, flying directly at him! They hit Yusuke full in the belly. The force of the thing lifted him off the deck and sent him sailing… right through the trap door captain Hiei instructed his men to open.

Yusuke was in a closet again, lying on an oily, uncomfortable pile of coal. The pirates shut the trapdoor behind him, but he could still hear the cheers from up above. The crew was very impressed with their captain’s performance. Yusuke couldn’t be sure how long he sate there in the grime of the coal closet, until abruptly the door was opened. It was so sudden that even the dim lamplight in the galley stung his eyes. Yusuke had to blink a few times before he could identify the man standing over him.

“Out,” Captain Hiei demanded. When Yusuke didn’t respond, He added, “Am I going to have to drag you out of the closet? Fine.” A small but incredibly strong hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar. With a swift tug Yusuke was over the threshold and was being forced to stumble through the galley. A number of other crewmembers were there, including the first mate Seiryu.

Hiei paused at the pantry door, spied in to see the hole from which Yusuke had affected his attempted escape. He barked to Seiryu, “Who is responsible for the maintenance of this section?” He didn’t wait for an answer, “There will be disciplinary actions. Bunk them with Chu and tell Suzuki and Shishi we will be serving beans tonight.”

“It will be done,” Seiryu nodded, “Shall I have a man escort our guest to the other cell?”

“That one is probably defunct as well, you fool,” Hiei snapped at him. Then with a smirk, “No, this one thinks he’s clever. I think I’ll keep him close. Come on, Prince.” He tugged at Yusuke’s collar.

Bent over, Yusuke was led stumbling through the ship. Any curses or complaints that he voiced were met with sharp, ungentle tugs, like a dog being trained on a choke-chain. Eventually they came to a door which Hiei opened and hurled Yusuke through. He landed ungracefully on a lush, thick pile rug. He heard the door shut and the bolt side into place.

“What the hell’s your problem?” Yusuke shouted at the man, even though he knew it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, considering that said man had the ability to kill him and lacked the scruples to refrain.

“You’re dirty,” Hiei said quite simply.

“Gee I wonder why,” Yusuke sneered, “Maybe because some sadistic midget dumped me into a pit full of friggen coal!”

Hiei growled and advanced on Yusuke with his fist clinched. Yusuke thought the man was going to hit him, but then the small man walked past him. He reached into a cubby and pulled out a small washtub. He deposited it on the floor in front of Yusuke, and then moved to where a kettle was warming on a woodstove. He brought the kettle back along with a rag, tossed the rag at Yusuke and poured the heated water into the tub. After replacing the kettle, Hiei took a seat in a chair that seemed overly large for him and commanded, “Wash yourself.”

Yusuke was stunned for second, but he shrugged, dipped the rag into the warm water, and used it to wipe down his hands, face and neck. When he was finished he looked up at the captain expectantly.

Hiei frowned, “All of yourself.”

“Excuse me?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“Your clothes are covered in soot. And surly the stuff has worked its way to your skin as well,” Hiei clarified, “Take off your clothes and wash everything.”

“With you watching me?” Yusuke squeaked.

“Of course, can’t risk you trying to run off again,” Hiei smirked, “That is, unless you want me to farther humiliate you in front of my crew.”

“Oh fuck off!” Yusuke spat, throwing his wet rag at the captain.

But Hiei caught it before it could hit his face. His expression was deadly now, “You refuse to wash yourself. Fine, have it your way, Prince. I’ll do it for you.”

Hiei was on him before Yusuke even had the chance to react. His quick hands bunched in Yusuke’s clothes as he tried to hold the squirming boy down while simultaneously trying to undo his buttons. Finally, irritation overrode patience and Hiei simply tore the garment off of him.

Yusuke gasped in shock as he heard the sound of fabric rending and cool air touched his sudden bare skin. Then warm, water slicked hands moved across his flesh. He gasped again, though this time he could not blame it entirely on shock.

“This is a surprise,” Hiei murmured as he laved the boy’s chest with the wash rag, “I wonder how a pampered little prince like you ever obtained such a nice hard body?”

“I uh…” Yusuke’s face grew hot as his cheeks colored. His response to such embarrassment, of course was to struggle even harder against Hiei.

Yusuke bucked, throwing his full weight into Hiei’s small body, effectively throwing him off. Captain Hiei bounced on the floor once and then slammed hard against a heavy oak deck. Yusuke thought a blow like that would have at least fazed him. But as soon as he came to a rest, Hiei’s eyes snapped open and fixed on Yusuke with deep, cold resolve. Yusuke knew in that instant that he fucked up. He fucked up big time.

Faster than Yusuke knew a man was capable of moving, Hiei tackled him. Yusuke had plenty of experience with grappling and there were few men that he could not throw. But Hiei… he just couldn’t shake him off. Hiei clung to his back, wresting his arms into a submissive hold behind his back. He took shreds from Koenma’s late shirt and bound Yusuke’s wrists in them with them.

Hiei glared at him with satisfaction, “Now, Prince, if you wish to make it through this with minimum trauma, I’d suggest you learn to mind me. For example when I say take off your clothes…” He laid his hands on Yusuke’s waistband. “You strip!”

In one quick jerk, Hiei tore the trousers all the way down the front. Yusuke closed his eyes in the vain attempt to deny what was happening. But he couldn’t block out that slow ripping sound of tearing fabric. He couldn’t ignore the touch of cool air on his skin as he was being exposed inch by inch, until the trousers were no more. Then a warm damp cloth was sliding over his skin. Hiei was washing him again. He could feel the man’s small, but strong hands moving over his hips and thighs. It was, to Yusuke’s distress, slightly arousing.

Yusuke’s color brightened. He spit, “Go to fuck yourself, half-pint.”

Hiei growled, “You just don’t learn do you, prince!”

Hiei pushed him down, face first. With his hands bound behind his back there was little Yusuke could do to stop his fall. Hiei was on his back again, using his forward weight to pin Yusuke’s shoulders to the floor. While his knees in the back of Yusuke’s legs kept the boy’s rump aloft.

“No!” Yusuke cried out as he deduced what was about to happen. He felt warm wet fingers start to probe between his ass cheeks.

“Oh yes, Prince,” Hiei breathed hotly into his ear.

Yusuke shuttered, in spite of himself for that fleeting heat. Then, he gasped, “Ah-haah!” As he felt Hiei’s fingers pushing past his tight anal muscles. His muscles seemed to burn as they fought to keep out the intruder. It was pain, but it was also something else, something Yusuke had never experienced before.

Yusuke had dallied with Koenma countless times since their meeting, but Koenma had always been on the receiving end. That was his preference and Yusuke never questioned it, being content in his role. He never stopped to consider what it must feel like to have a man make love to him-- But wait! That wasn’t what was happening here. Captain Hiei wasn’t his lover. He was his enemy. And he was raping him!

Yusuke breathed a heavy sigh as the fingers slowly moved out of him-- only to be replaced by something much bigger! The tip of that hot shaft prodded lightly at his entrance. It was so hot, Yusuke thought, how can a body part get so hot? It was burning him, yet goose bumps rose along his body. Hiei shifted slightly, to bring his face against the back of Yusuke’s neck and then he placed a soft kiss right at the junction between neck and shoulder. The shock of it nearly made Yusuke forget about the burning shaft at his back door. That is until a second later when Hiei jerked his hips.

“HAAAAH!” Yusuke cried out in pain and anguish. Hiei had filled him with one thrust. It was too much. Yusuke thought he would split in two.

Hiei whispered to him, “Shh, now don’t move. I’ll give you a minute to acclimate. This is what I meant. This can be real good or real bad for you; depending on how well you cooperate. See?” Hiei stroked his thigh, “Feels better already, right? Now you do as I say; hold your pretty hips up and try not to tense.”

With deliberate caution, Hiei half-withdrew from Yusuke. And then with just as much care, he pushed back in. Again, out and back in. Once again it was like nothing Yusuke had experienced before, his body stretching, being filled, and caressed from the inside. There was pain, but there was also something else there… something that he didn’t want to emit was there. And that something became increasingly difficult to ignore when Hiei’s hand strayed around his hip to grasp his disdainfully hardening arousal.

“No no, you… you can’t do this to me,” Yusuke whined impotently. His body trembled and his face burned with humiliated tears.

Hiei just laughed and shifted his hips. His next blow sent a shock up Yusuke’s spine, straight to the pleasure centers of his brain.

“OH GOD!” Yusuke shouted as fireworks went off in his brain. He was well aware of the existence of this special pleasure spot. He used it often himself to please his prince Koenma-- But he had no idea it felt this pleasing!

Hiei increased his speed of thrust, aiming for that spot every time. He stroked Yusuke’s cock and whispered, “You’ll do as I say, when I say it. Now come.”

Yusuke couldn’t have disobeyed that order if he wanted to. He sobbed out in shame as his essence splashed out over the floor. He was vaguely aware that Hiei had increased his pace farther, to a near frantic rate. He stilled with a deep groan. That was when Yusuke felt a thick liquid heat spread inside his passage. That was all Yusuke could handle. He let his body fall limp on the floor as ha started to quietly sob.

“That’s hardly necessary, Prince,” Hiei said in a tone that was nearly tender. He unbound Yusuke’s wrists and gathered him up in his arms. He held him close, rocking his shuttering body like child and kissed him atop the head.

“You bastard, how dare you,” Yusuke ranted, but nestled closer to the captain’s chest. He hurt. He felt broken. He needed some tenderness even if the man to offer it was the man who caused his hurt. How dare he to this to him, hold him and pet him like he cared. It was almost more humiliating than the rape itself. Captain Hiei; in a lot of ways he didn’t measure up to his reputation, but there was one part that Yusuke was sure of now; he was a demon.

TBC…
A/N: It’s a pirate fantasy! I made Yusuke’s hair longer in this one, cuz he’s a noblemen and they wore their hair longer back in pirate days. Other than that I’ve said screw to historical accuracy. The bulk of what I know about pirates comes from Doctor Who books, Jonnie Depp movies, and various cartoon shows. More thrills to come, next time!