Apathy Chapter 2

Slamming his door shut once more, Arthur turned to Yao, gun still in his hand as he walked over, stopping just before the bed. He snorted as he eyed the Asian.

"This is the best China has to offer? The prettiest thing it has is a man?"

Tilting Yao's neck back up with the barrel of the gun, Arthur sighed, crawling onto the bed and pressing the man to lie flat on his back, smoothing the others silk clothes down with his ashy, dirty and now dried bloody stained hands.

"You are beautiful, though," he admitted as he kept the gun pressed against the Chinaman's throat, leaning down to kiss the man's neck, tongue darting out to taste the flesh. He could smell incense.

"Name? What is your name?" he asked, purposefully slowly and clearly as he lifted his head up, emerald eyes boring down into darkly coloured ones.

With the gun now pressed to his skin, Yao could feel small tremors rack through his body.

No matter how hard he tried to control himself, it wasn't happening. When he was called beautiful, his stomach churned, and Yao had to close his eyes to try and calm himself before blinking them back open. "Yao... name, Yao" Swallowing and feeling the gun press harder against his skin, Yao stared up strongly into the eyes bearing down on him.

They were scary, but Yao would face his fears head on, it was in his nature.

"Yao… hm?" The pirate repeated before giving a nod and a little smirk- only the tiniest twitch to the corner of his lips. "Can you say 'Captain'?" he asked, dipping his head back down so that his lips were by the Asian man's. "Because that's what you'll be screaming a lot," he hissed voice like venom, lips pulled back into a foul smirk that showed his slightly crooked teeth. 

Yao had understood most of what the Captain had said to him, but as he hadn't understood all of it he had just given the male a confused look and a nod. Yes, he could say Captain, but he wasn't to say it right there and then.

The others smile didn't stop the dread that turned in Yao's stomach, if anything it made it worse.

Oh, how he hoped that he hadn't just heard what he thought he had, if the man was going to make him scream... Yao swallowed in nervousness as the smirking lips were pressed against him again. 

If Yao had expected a kiss, he was sadly mistaken.

The smirk was lowered onto Yao's throat once more where the Brit bit down sharply near the jaw line, sucking firm and hard. He was marking this man, because this man would be his and his alone, and damned if anyone else was going to try and claim this Chinese beauty.

No.

It was for Arthur and Arthur alone to take.

When the teeth bit into his skin, Yao's reaction was automatic, he yelled out, and pushed at the body on top of him, kicking out at the same time, a great "AYYYAAAA!" Filling the room.

Oh heck no, he was not just bitten, Yao could feel tears well up in his eyes, and he was pretty sure that he could feel some blood from where his neck had been harshly treated. What the hell had the Captain been on about earlier, so much talk about not marking, and yet he went a bit him. 

Yao hadn't even considered the consequences of pushing and kicking at the Captain that had once been above him.

Being thrashed against wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world. He loved it when they squirmed and fought, but when he got a knee in the gut and got winded… Hey, fun over.

Especially when the trigger was jolted and the gun accidentally fired. 

Fortunately, it had hit no one, but skimmed the Chinese man's face close enough for the air to be felt and the threat to be there.

Unfortunately, it had blown off a piece of the corner of his bed off.

Fuck.

No.

Now he was mad.

This bed was fucking expensive and had been stolen from the king of a village! A king!! No pirate but him in the whole ocean could say they had stolen from a king successfully and not only gotten out alive, but unharmed as well! 

"Listen to me, Rice Muncher, and listen good," he growled darkly, forcefully pinning down the other, not even attempting to be gentle. His acid green eyes were furious and hinted that no kindness about to follow. "Struggle again, hit me again, and ruin my bed again and see what happens. I dare you. There's millions more that look exactly like you, so don't think I won't shoot you in the gut, break your limbs and throw you overboard for the sharks," he spat. 

God…

That look of fear…

The blood smearing the other's perfect neck…

Knowing it was him who had made such an untouched beauty bleed…

It turned him on so much.

With a snarl, he forced the gun into Yao's mouth, clicking the safety device and loading it, acid green eyes narrowed fiercely. "Do you understand?"

Even if Yao hadn't been able to understand the language, he did understand what Arthur meant when the gun was forced in his mouth. Staring at the Captain with wide eyes, Yao dared not even move his head in a nod. What the Chinese man did do however was slowly close his eyes, a small tear falling down his cheek as he felt his body shake. 

To have a gun in your mouth, and to know that the other person on the side of that gun had already killed so many people in front of you, people that he knew better than you, was a little nerve racking to say the least. Yao had already had one more warning than any of the men that this Captain commanded, and he was thankful for that, despite the fact he was bleeding, and shaking from shock and fear. 

Making a sound in the back of his throat, Yao opened his eyes to stare at the Captain once again.

But at least the Chinese man now understood. Arthur snorted, scowling. There was a lot of ways to get on his bad side, and ruining his priceless furniture was one way. Yao truly was lucky that the Brit wasn't going to shoot him in the head right away, nor torture him to death. His crew had done less and suffered quite painful deaths.

The only reason he was still alive was because Arthur was simply not in the mood to fuck a corpse, nor wait until he got to the next village and see if he could find someone just as pretty to screw their brains out. 

Those were just chances he didn't necessarily want to take at this point in time. 

"Good," he murmured, leaning forward to lightly lick at the tear, making soft and soothing hushing noises.

"It's okay, pet, no need to cry," he whispered in a voice so tender the previous actions were almost void.

The tenderness as the pirate told him not to cry was unreal; it actually made Yao believe for a moment that this man had two different personalities in side of his body. Not that it was true, for Yao still had the now warm metal of the gun inside of his mouth, the gun powder from where it had been fired the only thing he could taste.

"No one will hurt you here, you're safe from the world," he murmured, beginning to press light kisses back across the pale cheeks, then along the slim throat. 

"Ah, you're bleeding," he murmured, shifting slightly so that he could tilt Yao's face using the gun in the other's mouth.

The Chinese man couldn't help the way his Adams apple bobbed when the lips were back at his neck, he didn't want to be bitten again, but he knew that whatever happened to him now was all down to the captain's wishes.

Yao's head moved with the gun, and the male let out a slight whimper. How could this man expect him to speak anyway, let alone with a gun in his mouth.

"Oh dear, I bit you a bit too hard… Let me clean you up…" Softly, the Brit's tongue began to lick lightly at the wound, the trigger of the gun clicking, but not firing.

Then the trigger clicked, and Yao was sure he had just swallowed his heart.

"What has you so scared? Tell your captain."

Tanned hands clutched at the sheets under him, and Yao had let out a rather loud sob over the gun, his eyes screwed tightly shut. He wanted nothing more than to push it out of his mouth, but he wasn't about to act without 'his Captains' permission, because that really would result in his head being blow off.

Arthur looked over at the other's face, giving a faux gentle look. "Sweetheart, you look petrified," he cooed, beginning to hush the male sweetly, almost like one would do to a baby or a little child.

"There, there… Captain's got you…" Removing the gun from the man's mouth, the pirate tilted his head.

"Oh, that's right, you don't speak English well, now do you? Hm. I shall have to change that. I shan't have an uneducated person on my ship," he mused to himself, resting a dirtied knuckle against his lip in thought.

Oh, here was another way to communicate.

"You scared. Why?" Simple sentences—dumb it down.

"Captain scary? Gun scary? Mean, pirate crew scary?" A foul smirk twisted his lips, some of his crooked teeth showing.

"Death scary?" Emerald eyes flitted back down to the wound, leaning down to lick up some more of the blood that had trickled out and along the males neck.

"Captain make fear go away, yes? Captain help?" He felt like a retard talking like this, and he swore if the other didn't understand, he was just going to lose it. He hated uneducated people.

Luckily for Yao, he had been so drawn into the Captain trying to talk to him, that he wanted to talk back, although he knew that he still had to dumb himself down, at least now he could communicate a bit with the man. First making a noise in the back of his throat, and slowly forming words, Yao made sure to keep his eyes trained on the captain.

"C-cap..tain... help... Yao?" a slight hiss had fallen from his lips as his neck was licked again, feeling the man lap up the blood that had been left from his wound.

Now that it was just a slight stinging sensation, it wasn't too bad.

"M-men... Men" Yao pointed to the door, the sleeve of the clothes he was wearing too long, hiding his fingertips and just making it look like he had outstretched his arm. "S-scary... Captain.. Good, Aru?"

Arthur smiled. Yes, it seemed that he was getting through to the other and that the Chinaman understood what he was saying, albeit it seemed it was broken pin-ting English.

"Yes. Captain help Yao," he confirmed, tilting his head slightly as his smile widened, acid green eyes cordially sweet. "Captain good."

Then, those dangerous eyes turned back to the door before his smirk widened.

"Men scary?" he asked, sitting up, holding the gun to Yao's throat as he lifted the man up, forcing him up off the bed and making him walk, unlocking the door before grasping onto the Chinaman's arm, yanking him out.

"Crew! My little concubine has a confession to make!" he shouted out to the men, drawing the other's attention,

"He says he's scared of you all!" The men on board all laughed loudly, drawing their swords and snarling fiercely.

"Tell me, Yao, men scary?" he purred in the other's ear, holding the other out more to see all the men that edged closer, each thirsty for blood.

"Who is scariest?" The cocked gun by Yao's throat trembled the bullet within, ready to fire.