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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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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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Date: 2013-01-14 01:46 pm (UTC)From:The next thing he knows he's being pushed back flat onto the mattress.
Don leans down over him just like it's nothing, though he has to contort his body in a way Marvelous simply can't in order to achieve it. He can manage a lot of other things with that body of his, too. Marvelous moans, not especially concerned that Don will rebuke him for it, not when he wanted to hear Marvelous make noise, noise provoked by Don himself. And his sexy dominance, and his sexy orders, and his sexy restraint.
Don leans down, pressing right against him, and Marvelous makes a pleased noise at all the bodily contact he is getting that so far has been denied. Don always get hot and flushed when he's having a good time, but with clothing still on - especially that heavy coat - he's burning. Or that might just be what Marvelous is feeling everywhere they touch.
It's definitely not his fault that Don gives him an order and then no time to acknowledge it before kissing him. Marvelous is surprised at the force of it; that's not Don's usual M.O.! The kiss is a little rough, so eager. Marvelous loves it. He responds back, hoping his own eagerness is still erring on the right side of submission, and slides his hands up the wide open sides of his coat to wrap his arms around Don's back, just above his waist. It's gravity that holds Don so firm and close to him, not Marvelous.
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Date: 2013-02-10 09:49 am (UTC)From:He gives Marvelous one last firm kiss, tugging his lower lip between his teeth before letting go. “Very good,” he murmurs, and straightens himself so that he’s sitting upright again, straddling Marvelous’s hips. He runs his hands over Marvelous’s chest, feeling it rise and fall as Marvelous continues panting. “I think you’ve had enough rest for now, though.” Don slips one hand down between Marvelous’s thighs to examine his cock, and finds him already half hard again. “Look at you, ready to go again already...” He teases over the length of Marvelous’s cock with his fingertips, smirking at the reactions it elicits from him. “But I’ve got something else for you to do for me first,” he says, and takes his hand away.
Don reaches up to pull Marvelous’s coat down off his shoulders, and lets it drop down behind him. He’ll put it back on in a moment, but for now it needs to be off. “My shirt’s gotten soiled,” he says, glancing down at where Marvelous’s come has smeared against the fabric of his undershirt. “Take it off for me, nice and slow, so that your fingers run over my skin while you do it. And once you’ve done that, I’ll give you your next order.”
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Date: 2013-02-10 11:13 am (UTC)From:As Don sits up Marvelous has to loosen his hold to give him the freedom he needs, arms slipping from around Don's waist to settle on his hips, just resting there, not doing anything he hasn't been given permission for. If he's delicate enough about these little incidental touches he might just get away with them each time, keeping the contact with Don without being punished for it. Don is too busy touching him to be concerned, surely. He seems to enjoy being able to feel the way Marvelous is exerting himself all thanks to Don's commands. And, oh, the way Marvelous still wants more, can definitely do more, anything Don wants. His touch on Marvelous's cock is feather-soft and it's so frustrating. And Don knows it is - Marvelous can see the smirk on his face!
The teasing stops, though, because Don stops touching his cock altogether, shrugging off Marvelous's coat instead. "Yes sir," Marvelous replies huskily to the command to take Don's shirt off slowly, with plenty of touching. He slides his hands just a little higher until they touch the hem of Don's shirt. He slides his fingers beneath it, keeping them curled around Don's waist so that the fabric bunches up over his knuckles and will work itself up Don's body, leaving Marvelous free to focus on touching and put all his effort into it. Don's skin is still hot, and so smooth, and his waist is slender in a way that makes it easy to slide your hands right up following the taper. Marvelous runs his thumbs in circles over Don's stomach instead to stop the temptation overcoming him. He spreads his fingers wide, letting them dip downwards before raising them an inch or so on Don's body. He repeats the process over as he goes, bringing his hands closer together - to ensure the front of the shirt is lifting up as well, of course - as well as sliding them around the back to do the same there. As Marvelous has to push the shirt higher he sits himself up again so that he can reach.
He does let his thumbs skate perilously close to Don's nipples when his hands reach chest-height, tracing right outside his areolae, but he doesn't push his luck, continuing with the same slow but constant pace. Marvelous can tell Don is enjoying the attention that's being lavished on his body, so he makes sure to run his hands right up the length of Don's raised arms as he pushes the shirt off over Don's head, wrapping his fingers around Don's arm muscles all the way to his wrists. Somehow the shirt ends up fisted in his hand as Marvelous waits to find out what is required of him next.