Chase Your Cares Away: Marv/Don

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(OOC: NSFW - explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics. More content notes to [heh] come!)

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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-

It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.

It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.

He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.

Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.

His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.

"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."

Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.

"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.

"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"

"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."

Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.

"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"

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Don opens the door to Marvelous’s cabin slowly, and peers in to see Marvelous lying back on his bed, looking utterly exhausted. He’d been right to come after him, he thinks - it had seemed too strange when Marvelous had gone back to his room without even a bit of nosing about in the kitchen, pestering Don about what’s for dinner and murmuring naughty things in his ears to distract him from cooking. Don doesn’t mind cooking dinner in peace and quiet sometimes, but not if it’s because Marvelous is worn out or upset about something.

“Marvelous?” he calls from the doorway. “Are you alright?”

He expects Marvelous to blow him off; Marvelous doesn’t like talking about his feelings, never has, and while they’ve made some progress there, Don doesn’t expect him to open up all at once. But this time, Marvelous surprises him, not just with the act of talking about his feelings but also with the feelings themselves.

Marvelous doesn’t want to be captain?

Don realizes as Marvelous continues, though, that he hadn’t quite understood him properly at first, and it’s not a matter of Marvelous really not wanting to be the captain. Don does his best to listen carefully, and doesn’t interrupt while Marvelous explains. He’d never known Marvelous got so fatigued by his responsibilities - probably because Marvelous is always working so hard at concealing his feelings, but that’s beside the point. Don’s heart breaks a little listening to him talk about how tired he is, and how much he needs a break from it all, even just a temporary one.

And of course, once he’s finished explaining, Marvelous straightens himself up and says he’s fine. It’s so typical of Marvelous to follow a genuine confession of his own feelings with a quick remark to pretend like it hadn’t happened, hadn’t mattered. Don’s not about to let him get away with it, though. He ignores Marvelous’s question about dinner and slips an arm around his shoulders.

“Come here,” he says, and pulls Marvelous toward him. Marvelous is much stronger than him, so he could resist if he wanted to, but he usually lets Don touch him however he wants, and now is no exception. Don lays Marvelous’s head against his chest and works the fingers of his free hand into his dark hair. It’s the sort of gesture Marvelous does for him a lot, when he’s worried or tired or in need of comfort; Don hopes it’ll feel good for Marvelous, too.

“Just rest a minute,” he says softly, rubbing Marvelous’s shoulder as he holds him close. “There’s nothing that needs your attention right now, just relax.” He starts massaging Marvelous’s scalp with his fingertips to help him relax - it probably won’t feel as good as if Joe did it, but no one can measure up to Joe when it comes to massage anyway. “Just relax,” he repeats, and hopes it’ll work.

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Taking that moment to rest had been just what Don needed, especially when Marvelous had slipped his hands behind Don’s back to steady him better. He must have sensed that Don had needed a minute to collect himself, and Don is grateful for that, and that Marvelous was able to give him a bit of comfort without breaking the scene. It’s good to know that if he needs a quick break he can take one; he’ll probably need one before too much longer.

Right now, though, he’s just reveling in Marvelous’s obedience to his command, watching the ecstasy that spreads over his entire body as he brings himself to his first orgasm just seconds after receiving the order. Don hadn’t realized he’d needed it quite that much, but it’s certainly pleasing to know that he’d managed to get Marvelous so turned on. And he doesn’t falter for a moment after his finished his first climax, the come just starting to drip down from where it had splashed on his chest, before continuing to stroke himself toward his second. Don can’t entirely believe he’s actually able to do it; Don has always been much too sensitive after orgasm to even want to think about touching himself again, and while he knows Marvelous is perfectly capable of coming just about as many times as he wants, he hasn’t ever seen him do this, just burn past any kind of a refractory period on sheer desire and willpower. If anything, he comes harder the second time, his hand tightening on Don’s waist as he lets out a ragged moan of pure pleasure.

Don is stunned silent for a moment. “Wow,” he says finally, breathless with awe. “Oh, my, you really are made for this, just like a machine... I’d turn you into a generator if I wasn’t so set on keeping you all to myself.” And if there was an actual way to turn sexual energy into power for the Galleon, of course, but there’s no need to mention that to Marvelous now. “Oh, that was good, so good...” He strokes his hand up and down Marvelous’s thigh thoughtfully, trying to decide what to make him do next, and when he realizes the answer, a throb of arousal hits him hard enough to make him groan.

“That was good,” he repeats, teasing over Marvelous’s skin with his fingers. “But you forgot one thing.” He takes Marvelous’s chin in his hand and tilts it up so that Marvelous can’t look away from him. “You didn’t say ‘Yes, sir’ when I gave you your orders.” He smiles and gives Marvelous a kiss on the cheek, then leans forward so that when he speaks again, his lips are brushing against Marvelous's ear. “Do it over.”

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Don closes his eyes and lets his head tip back as Marvelous slips his hands beneath his shirt and moves them slowly up his waist. He does just as he’s told, stroking his way up Don’s skin with slow, careful hands, and Don lets out a soft sigh. He hadn’t realized how badly he’d been craving some proper attention until he’d actually gotten it - his whole body feels hot and tingly, shivers of excitement running up his spine, and his cock is starting to throb even though neither he nor Marvelous have so much as touched it since they started. Marvelous’s thumbs brush tantalizingly close to his nipples as he pushes Don’s shirt up towards his shoulders, and Don doesn’t bother trying to hold back a whimper - he’d told Marvelous to make him feel good, after all, so there’s no harm in letting him know he’s doing a good job of it!

Don raises his arms above his head, and Marvelous pushes the shirt up over them, his hands closing easily around Don’s wrists as he pulls the shirt all the way off. Don can still feel the traces of Marvelous’s touch from his hips all the way up, his body practically quivering from it, and once the shirt is off it feels natural to drop his arms back down and drape them around Marvelous’s neck to steady himself. “That was good,” he says, a little breathless, “that was so good, you’re such a clever boy.” He moves one hand to take Marvelous’s chin in his fingers and kisses his waiting mouth, then reaches back to slip his fingers into Marvelous’s hair. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Marvelous’s for a moment so that he can catch his breath. This is all so intense, and it’s only going to get moreso as they go, and as much as Don is enjoying it, he knows he needs to pace himself. And if Marvelous senses that, and moves his hands to steady Don himself, well, Don’s not going to punish him for it.

Don lowers his arms from around Marvelous’s neck and leans back so that he can pick up Marvelous’s coat from behind him, and puts it back on over his bare skin. “Now,” he says, pulling the sleeves over his arms, “we’re going to do things a bit differently this time.” He moves one hand to Marvelous’s hip and snaps the waistband of his underwear again. “Take these off,” he says. “They’re in my way.” He pushes himself up onto his knees so that Marvelous will have room to maneuver, and braces his hands on Marvelous’s shoulders. He’s well aware that this will bring his bare chest into Marvelous’s line of sight, but since Marvelous doesn’t have permission to touch yet, he’s just going to have to restrain himself.