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for @kiseopingu !! (i am so sorry about the reupload! i accidentally deleted my account and ive had to remake everything! im so sorry!)

Damen heard the familiar slam of boots on creaky wooden floorboards, and stifled a grin. He'd been waiting to hear that. Turning around in his stool, listening to his heart pumping in his ears, he was met with a flash of golden blonde hair, a set jaw and a tight blue uniform.

"Damianos," Laurent began, before Damen could get a word in. He could hear, rather than see, his fellow pirates drawing their swords at the intrusion. "I thought I made it clear that if you set foot in Vere again, there would be consequences."

Damen -slowly, offhandedly- looked up and met Laurent's eyes.

"Consequences? From you? You're like a yipping puppy. All bark," Damen stood, and moved into Laurent's space. "No bite."

He saw the prince start, ever so slightly, and if Damen hadn't been watching closely, he would have missed it. His words earned him a mirthless, nasty smile from Laurent and he almost immediately regretted them.

"By order of King Auguste of Vere," Laurent began, raising his voice so that all of Damen's crew could hear him. "You and your men are under arrest."

The soldiers stood behind Laurent moved forward on cue, swords in hand. More of them, dressed in armour embossed with starbursts, poured in through the front and back doors, their heavy feet pounding against the wooden floor. Damen looked around the room and found it filled with blue. The guards descended on Damen's crew like wild dogs hunting meat and the barmaid had fled in the onset.

Damen had expected to feel heavy armoured hands on him, but when he didn't he looked back at Laurent, to find him stood with a smirk on his pretty face and a blade in his hand.

Damen drew his sword.

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Damen had learned a long time ago not to underestimate Laurent. He drove back every time Damen had the upper hand, their swords clanging again and again, somehow louder than all the other sounds in the room. Damen was almost surprised when he managed to shove Laurent down, his blade at the prince's throat. Laurent looked up at him with unmasked fury as Damen brought his sword downward.

"Your Highness!" There was a shout from across the room, and then hands on Damen's shoulders and wrists, the armour digging into his skin and forcing him backwards. He fought it, pushing back when Laurent's men brought out restraints, and he was free in very little time. He pulled himself up to his full height and took in the chaos around him. The hands on him fell away.

A few of Damen's crew were at the door, struggling violently, their hands bound behind their backs.

Laurent stood, with far too much grace for someone who had just been defeated, and stared Damen right in the eyes.

Damen thought he had learned not to underestimate Laurent. His stomach dropped.

"Wait." He raised his voice, as the soldiers turned to leave. Laurent waited, looking smug. Or as smug as he could with a face like marble. "Let them go."

"Why would I do that?" The prince snorted, his lips curling into a self-satisfied, unpleasant grin. Damen opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted. "Before you begin, pirate, you should know that there is nothing you can offer me that would make me betray my brother. Arrest them." He said, to his men, as they moved out, taking Damen's crewmates as prisoners. The pirates at the door were pushed out into the street, and the remaining soldiers raised their blades once again.

Damen looked around for the sword he had dropped in the scuffle, but Laurent had already left. Damen knew from experience, however, that it wasn't over yet.

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Damen made his way back to the docked ship, leaving his crew behind in the tavern, drinking and tending to their wounds.

His legs moved like they were on the verge of running in his eagerness to get back to his quarters.

Sure enough, when he opened his door it was to the sight of a man in shiny, knee-high boots and tight, dark clothing sat elegantly on Damen's cloth mattress.

Laurent had a small, amused smile on his face. Damen fought the urge to step forward.

First things first.

"I hope you weren't planning on keeping my men. It won't work out well for you."

"Perhaps I will," Laurent shrugged, standing. "I did warn you what would happen."

"Just before you begged for me to come and see you."

"I did not beg," Laurent, his lips curving downwards, raised a single eyebrow. "I simply suggested that we meet, when you next mustered up the gall to visit my country."

"And so why are you here?"

"This is my homeland."

"Laurent."

"You know why." Laurent looked up and met Damen's eyes from under his lashes. He crossed the room so he was stood in front of Damen, who stood still and didn't move.

"I've missed you." Damen said, and watched the prince's cheeks pinken.

"Did you miss me?"

"Don't push your luck." Laurent glanced up, and his eyes met Damen's. He looked expectant, like he was waiting for something. Damen abandoned the idea of making Laurent say what he wanted and simply leaned down, pressing their lips together.

Laurent responded immediately, his lips opening beneath Damen's. It was difficult, sometimes, to reconcile this Laurent, who was comfortable and amiable, with the person Laurent showed to everyone else, hard and harsh and hostile.

Laurent had, however, been waiting for this as long as Damen had.

Damen wasn't expecting it when the lapels of his coat were grabbed, hard, and he was forced forwards. His toes hit the wool stuffing of his mattress before he found himself on his knees, straddling Laurent. Apparently, pulling Damen down on top of himself had been a mistake, as when he looked down he saw Laurent grimacing. He pushed himself up, hastily, but Laurent grabbed his coat and pulled him back down.

Damen looked into his face for a moment, gauging his reaction, then leaned down and pressed his lips to Laurent's.

The prince sighed, wrapping his arms around Damen's neck.

Damen's kisses moved slowly from Laurent's lips, to his jaw, to his chin, to his throat. Laurent started shifting underneath him and Damen bit back a grin.

"Get on with it." Laurent said, a crease forming between his brows. He shifted again and Damen didn't think he knew he was doing it. He kept his lips on Laurent's skin, relishing in the small shudder he felt from his lover. Laurent pressed his hips to Damen's, and heat exploded outwards from where their bodies touched.

Damen moved his hands, slowly, upwards over Laurent's torso, over his tight, restrictive jacket and down his arms. He could feel the muscle under the thick layer of fabric and it sent his hands right to Laurent's golden laces. Laurent arched up into his hands, and surprised Damen by pushing him away.

"No," Laurent said, "I'll do it."

He began at the top, his thin fingers unravelling it gracefully, despite the flush on his face. The prince looked up and met Damen's eyes, moving down slowly to the next one. Damen's gaze flitted between the exposed skin of Laurent's collarbone and his red, flushed face. Both were equally compelling. He found himself dreading Laurent untying the last lace.

Wary of being pushed away again, he looked to Laurent as he slowly pressed his hands against his chest, pushing them down into the space between the fabric and his pale skin. The only response was a flickering of eyelids and a soft, strangled sigh.

Laurent ran a hand up into Damen's hair and pulled him down. Damen felt warm breath on his cheek and tilted his head, so his lips could reach Laurent's.

He ground their hips together, maybe with more force than was necessary, and Laurent ground back up into him, his fingers tangling in Damen's hair. Damen shrugged his coat off, twisting his shoulder awkwardly in his hurry. He felt Laurent's lips curve beneath his.

"Eager." Laurent teased, his voice low. Damen broke the kiss and raised his head, so they were looking each other in the eye.

"Yes." He said.

He wasn't expecting it when Laurent's hands smoothed over his chest, his fingertips dipping in between Damen's muscles. Damen shivered, moving his own hands to the opening of Laurent's pants. That time, Laurent let him.

Damen opened the laces with fumbling fingers. He didn't see Laurent often, and still didn't have much practice with his country's ridiculous clothing. He could feel Laurent's stomach shaking, and could hear the soft snuffling of laughter. He couldn't have stopped the smile growing on his face even if he'd wanted to.

His hands fell to his own pants after he was finished with Laurent's, his fastened with a line of buttons that Damen deemed much more practical. There was no point telling that to Laurent. He already knew.

He undid the buttons clumsily, all but ripping them from their holes, and Laurent lay back and watched, a careless grin on his face. He looked up and met Damen's eyes as he was undoing the very last button, and Damen pushed his pants down past his hips. He watched as Laurent's eyes dropped immediately, his pupils almost overtaking his irises.

Laurent waited as Damen drew off his shirt, with little finesse, then sat up and pushed at the pants still around Damen's hips, which he happily rid himself of. Laurent's shirt came next and then they were both naked.

Damen would have loved to take his time, to drag his lips up and down Laurent's body and watch him writhe, but he could already feel the aching, near painful pulsing that was making him hazy and spreading through his body. It didn't matter, because Laurent was already pushing a cold glass vial into his hand.

"You don't want to-?" He began, anyway, and Laurent shook his head.

"No. Just do it."

Damen didn't need any more encouragement than that, and pulled the top off the vial so hard he was slightly worried it would shatter. Laurent didn't sound as ragged and breathless as Damen would have liked, and he couldn't let that go. He poured the oil over his fingers, leaving some in the bottom, and pressed his hand between Laurent's legs.

He rubbed against Laurent's hole, paying attention to the hitch of his breath. Damen pushed the pad of his fingertip against Laurent and, at his urging, slowly pushed his finger inside.

"For fuck's sake, Damen, hurry up!" Laurent squirmed, very slightly, almost unnoticeably, under him, and Damen grit his teeth, fighting the urge to press harder and faster.

"Wait." He said it to himself, as much as he was saying it to Laurent, who groaned in frustration, but relented, laying back, his chest heaving.

Damen made quick work of preparing Laurent, who let ragged breaths out of his mouth whenever Damen pushed his fingers in past the knuckles. It was Laurent who finished it off, dousing his hand in oil and reaching for Damen's cock. He slicked it with quick, impatient strokes, and wiped his hand off on the sheets below him. His foot, previously ignored and resting on Damen's calf, pressed insistently into his lower back, urging him on.

He chuckled and felt the foot press more insistently against his skin in return. When he looked up, however, he saw a faint smile on Laurent's flushed face, and leaned down to kiss him. Damen felt his cock brush Laurent's skin, and hot, harsh pleasure shot up his spine, forcing his breath out of his body. He gripped one of Laurent's thighs in his hand and pulled it up, so it was flush with his chest.

"Are you ready?" He asked, already full well knowing the answer. He grinned as Laurent's thigh twitched on his chest.

"Damen, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to throw you off this ship." Laurent replied, his voice edged dangerously. Damen, who hadn't needed more confirmation in the first place, moved forward so his cock was pressing against Laurent's hole.

He pushed in and felt, rather than saw or heard, Laurent react to it. He saw his breathing quicken, heard the soft sigh that left him, and he felt Laurent's toes curl and press into his back.

Damen pushed in as slowly as he could, watching Laurent's face for any signs of discomfort, and finding none.

"You're okay?" He asked, and Laurent frowned.

"You won't be, if you don't hurry up."

He pushed until he was all the way inside Laurent's body, but found himself with a pale hand on his chest when he went to move.

"Wait." Was all Laurent said. Damen grinned.

"I thought you wanted me to hurry up." Laurent gave a single, derisive snort in reply. He said nothing, though, which made Damen grin.

He leaned down and pressed kisses to Laurent's neck, letting the constant pulsing take him over, until Laurent started to shift his hips experimentally. He pulled out, almost all the way, and pushed back in slowly, relishing in the soft gasp from Laurent.

Gradually, Laurent's hips started pushing down to meet Damen's, and then they were moving together, foreheads touching, Laurent's fingers digging into Damen's forearms. Damen kissed him and could feel how hot his skin was, how his heated breath fanned out over Damen's own face.

He was thankful for that mouth on his. He was being too loud, contrasting with soft gasps and huffs. He was sure if he'd been allowed to moan freely, they'd have been caught already. Laurent smiled against his lips and Damen knew he was also well aware.

They moved together, all harsh breaths and sweating skin, until Laurent broke their kiss and strained against him, a moan escaping past his teeth. A wide smile spread over his face, and he laughed, low and breathy, as he always did when Damen fucked him at just the right angle.

Damen smiled back, and looked down at the smile on Laurent's face, the soft fluttering of his eyelashes, and the bright red of his cheeks. He was more than a little surprised when he heard the strangled, choked sound leave Laurent and watched his eyelids widen. He felt the warm spark of pleasure that came with it. He felt the tightness around his cock, and the way Laurent's body jerked, and knew he'd thrusted too hard, too fast.

He cried out, forgetting himself, before Laurent slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Hush," He said, cautioning, his chest heaving. "If anyone heard us I will throw you overboard."

Laurent lay back, and Damen felt him tighten around his cock, and let out a low, long moan. He pressed both his hands down next to Laurent's head, and rolled his hips forwards, slipping back into the familiar rhythm of his to-and-fro with Laurent, who wrapped his legs tighter around Damen's hips.

Damen felt the heat, the pressure, the tightening in his lower abdomen, and he knew he was thrusting faster but Laurent was moving closer, his hands wandering in that way that let Damen know he was close, and Damen reached down, wrapping a hand around Laurent's cock.

He moved his hand as slowly as he could manage, different to the increasing pace of his hips, which sent Laurent's thighs twitching, his hands gripping Damen's shoulders and his fingernails digging in. He clutched at Damen, pulling him down suddenly and pressing their lips together, letting out a single, keening sound as he tensed and came, and the kiss became less of a kiss and more of Laurent's teeth mashing into Damen's lips.

Damen could feel his climax rushing forward, and he fucked faster, not wanting to still be thrusting when Laurent was soft and tired. When Laurent noticed Damen hadn't come, he wrapped his arms around his hips and rested his hands on Damen's buttocks, digging in his fingertips and pushing forward.

Damen halted, buried deep inside Laurent, and Laurent tensed up around him, and the world was bathed in dark colours as his eyes rolled backwards and he came, burying himself in Laurent as far as he could.

He fell forward, his head landing next to Laurent's on the pillow, who reached up and wound his fingers in Damen's hair. Damen could feel Laurent's chest shaking underneath him, and he pulled back to look down. Laurent looked back, a smile lighting up his face and silent laughter spilling from his lips. Damen couldn't help but smile back, so wide it hurt his face.

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They lay for a while, comfortably silent, Damen's fingertips tracing invisible lines up and down Laurent's arms. Until Laurent grew restless and drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his forehead creasing.

"I should go." He said, and Damen felt his stomach drop.

"Now?"

"I wasn't supposed to be gone for this long. A simple arrest, and then back home. Auguste will start worrying soon." Damen sighed, and rolled over onto his back, only to feel the mattress dip and then Laurent's lips on his own.

"Don't worry," He said, his voice almost a whisper. "You'll see me again."

"How long must I wait this time?" Damen asked, and coudn't bring himself to regret how disappointed he'd sounded, but got no reply from Laurent, who was already standing and putting on his ridiculous clothes. Damen deigned to lay and watch, staring at the graceful way Laurent laced himself together. It was always captivating to see.

It wasn't until Laurent was leaving that Damen remembered.

"What about my crew?" He asked, leaning up on his elbow, just as Laurent was about to open the door. He turned, and grinned, looking almost playful.

"Why don't you come and see me tonight, and we'll discuss terms of release?"

#I'M SO SORRY #writings

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