The Pirate King (MxM) ?

30. Feed The Machine

The more complicated realization was that I didn't have the time to explain to Caspian how to board another ship.

Instead I found my right hand reaching for the waist of his black fitted trousers before yanking him towards me. In one fluid motion, my left hand grabbed hold of that textured rope while my right flushed Caspian's body right against mine as tight as I could. I wrapped that very same arm around his slender waist before I hoisted us up onto the edge of my ship, and jumped.

I was positive Caspian was spewing nothing but protests, yet as soon as our bodies were flown swiftly across the dark abyss below, the grip his own hands had on the front of my leather jacket became almost lethal. He didn't let go until I had safely landed us on the edge of Jirah's vessel, with both our feet planting firmly onto the plywood.

It was only then that I allowed myself to physically turn to him again. I wasn't sure what I expected, but once I released my hold on his waist, I noticed he didn't look nearly as angry as my expectations were preparing me for.

In fact, his almost startling ability to pivot himself practically immediately into an offense stance directly besides me, nearly threw my own battle orientated mind completely off course. If it wasn't for his metal daggers suddenly falling from his arms and straight into these floorboards, those familiar metal chains grinding against themselves at his will as they slid down his otherwise concealed arms, I would've almost forgot that the deafening scream that still ran through this ship only a moment ago.

The rest of Jirah's men would soon appear.

If my memory held true, the first few pirates who gathered their footing on the main deck from down below reminded me we were about to enter the heat of the battle. And once the first few pirates caught sight of just who it was that boarded their ship, all color soon left their face.

Well done, Cael, I thought to myself as I unsheathed my sword. He had earned his right not to lift a single sword tonight.

Caspian was even quicker with his daggers, sending them forward as about three of the seven pirates that first emerged, immediately charged. They soon realized that whatever power propelled the weapons attached to his arms, had no weakness. Caspian sent his dagger through the closest men, and I could do was watch as each man's chest was ripped completely open by their force.

I had almost forgotten the complete savagery Caspian's fighting style was capable of displaying, but the blood that spilled all over both himself and this deck quickly reminded me of that. However, regardless of how adept Caspian was proving to be tonight, I refused to let him have all the fun.

More pirates stormed up to the main deck from down below, their feet carrying heavy against the floorboards, yet as each pirate caught sight of Caspian, then myself, fear flashed across their faces immediately.

That didn't stop them from charging forward, one foot in front of another. The first pirate to make it past Caspian towards me did not have an ounce of confidence in him, and I knew that with how he held his sword out in front of him. It looked like he was praying, to which I immediately answered his wishes... by bringing him closer to his lord. The closest, dare I say, as my longer, sharper blade slashed across, cutting straight through both his sword and him.

I found no issue with sending every man on this wretched ship, back to their maker.

And when I felt the warmth of his blood splash against my face, it felt just as I expected. Marvelous.

Caspian cut the second man down before he could reach me, so I returned that thoughtful favor by drawing a dagger from my waist, and shooting it right past Caspian's face. The dagger cut through a man that had surprisingly drawn closer to Caspian than I thought to be possible, before it exited out the back of his head and pierced the next pirate directly behind him. Caspian turned in slight surprise to look at me, before giving me a small nod.