Warnings: rape, Pirate!England, broken!Spain... if you cannot guess this is a forced yaoi yet there was your blatant warning.

Note: This is a co-written story between myself and Akuoni

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"Ah~ Capitano!" yelled a crewman despreately, "El barco de las Piratas es mas rapido de nosotros! Qu-"

"Nosotros luchamos!" Came the desperate reply. The green-eyed youth recognized that flag. His heart sank. It was His flag... The flag of infamous pirate… Captain Arthur Kirkland… Scourge of the seven seas. And looter of ships. He despaired of his gold ever reaching the sunny shores of his homeland. His crew loaded the canons, but he knew it was a lost cause, his face holding none of its usual cheer.

"Dispara cuando dispuestan!" He commanded, sending the first volley of rounds on their way... Hopefully that would slow down that filo de puta enough for him to escape…

Arthur turned to look back at his men with a grin. They had found the Spanish ship they were looking for. "Ready the cannons boys! Don't sink her though we want that gold!" he said pleased. A chorus of aye captain followed as men ran about ready to attack. Their captain just adjusted his cap his gun loaded and near his hand. He was ready to board already.

A volley of fire was heard from the other ship as they approached, "Return fire!" he hollered as men scrambled to avoid any shots that actually made it to their ship. A manic grin plastered to his face as his ship quickly closed the remaining distance, his ships cannons returning fire. Nothing smelled better than the sea mixed with gunpowder. And it never smelled sweeter than approaching a Spanish vessel heavy with gold from the new world.

His men needed no farther orders once the ships were close enough moving to board the other ship quickly. Fewer holes meant fewer chances for any gold getting lost. He'd sink it afterward; he had no use for a ship built by those ignorant fools. His own gun made its way to his hand, cutlass in other as he joined in on the fight.

The Spaniard despaired as his men were shot and cut down. But this time... This time was the last time! He turned, his blood red cape catching the faint wind as he clambered down to the hold. He would take down the ship... and that accursed pirate as well! He smiled grimly and wiped gunpowder off of his cheek. He only had one shot at this…

He kicked over several barrels of the black sand, sending it flying, and sat down in the center while black dust settled on himself and his beloved ship. Los Tres Amigos was a strange name… but it was from a time when he was greater than that man. He knew the captain would follow. This ritual fight had happened before… Though now the Spaniard was desperate. Now he did not care if he died… Not so long as he took the bane of his existence out with him…

A sound! He became still… as only one of their kind can. Invisible to mere humans. And so he was. But not to his own kind… As that capitano demonio was…

The pirate strode across the deck of the ship. The fighting was not what it once was against the Spaniard. Turning on the ball of his foot he shot another attacker and looked around for the captain of this ship. He was there, somewhere. Arthur dropped though the hatch knowing the man wouldn't be a coward just yet hiding in his quarters.

He landed below kneeling and looked around the hold. There. Covered in black powder, as everything was here. Slowly Arthur stood, "Anthony how pleasant to see you again," he said smirking, "I thank you for the gold again." He didn't raise his gun, simply waited. If the bloody Spaniard bastard knew what was best he'd surrender now.

"Arturo..." He responded, his teeth flashing white against the black powder. His face underneath was grim. He knew it was a lost cause. Once boarded by pirates... Your cargo was lost to you. But he had gunpowder. If Arthur fired in the gunpowder filled room... they would both die. His face was split by a strip of white. The smile was manic; the crazed conquistador grin that sent shivers down men's spines.

"We can't use guns here amigo~ and swords are a danger as well~" He lifted up his hands, revealing flint in one hand... and a dagger in the other. His face was grim again, "one spark Arturo... And we all get blown sky high. Can you outrun it capitano diablo?"

Arthur's eyes narrowed but he grinned none the less. Confidently he strode towards the desperate man. "I see you have decided to give up then Anthony," he said smirking raising his cutlass. "Hardly a fitting end for a former opponent," he goaded. Arthur couldn't see the other man's pride letting him give up so easily. And taking his own life hoping to sink his pirate crew in the process was defiantly the coward's way out.

He didn't doubt his own ability either to stop the manic from lighting the ship afire. His own pistol made its way back to his holster and he drew a dagger out. "I never thought you one for suicide, but it does suit your coward ways so well" he continued to tease. The fighting above was quieting, Arthur knew his men had won and would be headed down here soon to collect their prize.

"Desperate measures Amigo…" he said, falsely cheerful. His expression was fixed, desperate didn't cover it. He was out of his mind trying to keep the Englishman from taking his gold. He knew the other was willing to call his bluff… Too bad it wasn't. He smiled oddly as he struck the first spark. It died before it hit the floor. He eyed the cutlass. His own was still at his side. He could draw it… and the outcome would still be the same in his mind. The only thing not covered in the black powder was the Enlgishman himself.

"Yo supongo… una mas juego…" He spoke softly to himself, drawing his sword, "We shall dance once more Arturo… You win if you avoid killing us, estas de acuerdo?"

Arthur laughed desperate measures indeed. His eyes widened for a second seeing Anthony actually move to do as he intended. Luck favored him instead of the desperate Spaniard today. He looked back up at his opponent, "You're bloody mad," he said still highly amused.

He liked the terms of the battle, an actual challenge for him. Arthur didn't doubt his ability to defeat Anthony, again. "We have an accord then," he said before attacking the other country. Blades clashed, and obviously sparks flew. The pirate grinned and attacked again; even if he did fail at least he'd go out with a bang.

"Loco? Estamos todos locos aquí..." he responded with a grin. He brought up his own sword just in time as the pirate attacked. His grin stretched wide with true pleasure as they fought, going back and forth. He attempted to cause enough sparks to ignite the powder kegs, while the pirate attempted to keep them from igniting.

That's when he felt it... He cried out as his sword was knocked away by a lucky strike. He lost. And now he had to face the consequences. He glared at the Pirate with impotent anger... Bound by his oath... It was Arthur's choice ... He could be held captive or executed... or worse...

"I win," Arthur said smugly moving his sword to Anthony's throat. He grabbed the front of the other's jacket pulling him close making sure to keep the sword pressed lightly into the other's throat. The pirate in him loved the site of his enemy helpless; Anthony was the only one who could even dream of challenging him. There was just something about this…Arthur laughed, "So how does it feel knowing the sea's are mine?" He put his face closer to his prisoner, "That your mine?" he smirked and kissed the other nation hard and forceful.

At that moment his men came downstairs successfully stopping any other plans the pirate might have had. Arthur shoved Anthony away. He seethed his dagger keeping his sword trained on the Spaniard. "Put him in irons boys, and have him escorted to the captain's quarters. We want the captain comfortable," he sneered his men moving to do as their captain said.

Once the other was secured Arthur turned and headed back to his own ship. "Take all we can, and the captain here wants to see her sunk. We might as well honor his wishes," he said heading up two of his men dragging their prisoner after him. The gold could wait, Arthur had another prize.

"..." HIs eyes narrowed angrily as the blade pointed at him. He gritted his teeth as the other claimed the sea as his own. He bared his teeth at the other, white flashing brightly against the blackness of the powder. He stiffened in shock as he was kissed, unable to respond in his surprise.

To his relief, the boisterous crew of the Englishman came down and he was released. He wasn't surprised to be clapped in irons. He was important after all. A ransom would be sent and he would be scolded and then sent to the new world to get more gold. He didn't resist as he was grabbed by the rough crewmen and bundled into the heavy chains. Though his curses and insults would make even Gilbert blush to hear it.

He refused to be dragged, but the chains were heavy. He was red-faced and gasping by the time they deposited him at the cabin. But he hadn't been dragged or hold to keep up. He had that at least to show. He collapsed on his knees in the center of the room, his hands on the ground before him. He didn't look up. This was the room of that capitano bastardo...

Arthur plunged a hand into the brunette's hair yanking the head back. "How much do you think you're worth this time?" he asked, "I have to make sure your government pays me properly for their whore back." He loved the fight in the other's eyes even though there was no hope for him. It was an endless game they played, and he loved every second of it.

Antonio's eyes glittered with emerald hatred as his head was pulled back roughly. He gritted his teeth, wanting to hurl insults and abuse at the captain who he had to fulfill his bet with. He hated this diablo with every fiber of his being for what he was doing... But he just... He couldn't win!

Letting go of Anthony's hair Arthur walked across his cabin to hang up his hat and coat. His crew would take care of everything else, so he had all the time in the world. And there was something about Spain's current position… Arthur drew his knife walking back over. "You didn't want to see your ship disappear under the waves now did you?" he asked tapping the blade against his captive's cheek.

He remained still as the blade came to rest upon his cheek. A lovers caress in cold steel. His jaw tightened as he repressed the words he itched to hurl at the other. Of course he didn't want to see Los Tres Amigos sink below the waves. He knew the reason for the name. Anyone who knew the three did.

His breathing was finally starting to even out, and the flush of exertion was leaving his tanned face. He was not at one hundred percent yet, but he was ready to do battle. It seemed the pirata was in a strange mood today. Strange moods were dangerous. He had several scars already to prove it.

"You're right; I would be the better judge of how much you're worth," Arthur replied as if his captive had spoken, moving the knife to the back of the Spaniard's neck. Smiling he twisted it and slipped the blade under the collar of the shirt and coat. Winding his free hand into the other's hair again he leaned forward cutting the fabric.

His expression was downright murderous as the other spoke. He was not a whore. He was a man. A capitano. He was strong. Macho! But the fine hairs on the base of his neck stood on end as he bristled with a mixture of anger, hatred and fear. He refused to make even a grunt as the Englishman grabbed his hair in such a harsh grip.

It was surprising how quiet his captive was. He was expecting insults, or at least a small struggle. Oh well, Antonio was hardly the opponent he use to be. He looked down at the head now near his thigh and smiled. There would be sound yet from this bastard's mouth. Arthur knelt, pulled the other's face to meet his and kissed him again. Nothing gentle for this whore, not now, not ever. The knife left his other hand long enough for him to free his 'vital regions.' If the other wasn't going to talk, his mouth had to be put to some use.

He did struggle, for the brief moment their lips were locked in a forced and painful kiss. But not a sound. He saw the want for him to release a sound. So he would remain quiet. It would not end well, but this small rebellion was all he could do. He had lost his freedom yet again. And now he was a prisoner for the other to do with as he wished.

He heard the sound of fabric moving and looked. He wished he hadn't... His heart sank as realization cut in. This mood the other was in was one he definitely would not like. He looked up, the look in his eyes ...And face... said quite plainly what he would do if that ended up anywhere near his mouth. It was not an idle threat. It was a fact.

Arthur smirked and picked up the knife again bringing the point around to the other's mouth. "Open," he said. Obviously he wasn't going to trust his own flesh to a face like that, but Anthony wasn't going to get off the hook. "Me or the knife," he said, "It would be better for you to suck now," the pirate warned. He'd break this proud nation and enjoy doing it.

He stood again keeping the knife poised at his captive's mouth. His other hand was still fisted into his hair to prevent him from pulling away. The pirate wanted the other to bleed as much as he wanted his other desire fulfilled.

The Spaniard was still for a second more as he weighed his options. Both would be painful. But the knife could kill him. His eyes locked with those of that pirata, hating what he was forced to do and the man forcing him, but eventually they dropped in submission. He slumped, the utter hopelessness of the situation weighing heavily on himself.

The chains weighing him down rattled as he tried to move. To stall. But the way he sat, and the hand fisted in his hair left him unable to get into a more comfortable position. He looked pained as he slowly opened his mouth. As painful as this would be, it was better than the Englishman's ... vital region.

Arthur smiled and moved the knife into his captive's mouth. "Lick," he said removing his hand from the other's head. He trusted himself to be faster than the Spaniard weighed down with chains. With his second hand now free he stoked himself watching Anthony.

He twisted the knife purposely trying to cut the other. The price of pride, the pirate's smile grew; Anthony would pay dearly for it. "Just pretend it's one of those friends of yours," he said almost ready for his captive's ass.

Antonio glared in response before his tongue flicked out to touch the flat of the blade. He winced and a half-puff of pain escaped as it was twisted and bit into the soft flesh of the muscle. He ignored the insulting command to pretend it was his friends. They were not intimate that way, despite claims. Prussia was hung up on his half-brother/rival and his childhood friend. France just wanted the thrill of the conquest. Spain... wanted his to be full of passion. He felt tears of helplessness sting his eyes, but the only sign of their existence was the glittering sheen his emerald eyes took.

"Not enjoying yourself?" Arthur asked moving so he was behind his captive; he pulled the blade away to rest it against Anthony's throat. His other hand pulled down the Spaniard's pants as he rested his chest against Anthony's bare back. "Let's fix that," he said biting at his captive's ear. Quickly he aligned himself with the unprepared hole.

His expression was one of pain as he swallowed a mixture of his saliva and his own blood. But he still did not respond. The Englishman was so interested in hearing his voice. So the Spaniard would fetter it. Unfortunately the Englishman's actions would rob him of any choice.

"It would have been easier for you if you had not favored the blade," he sneered before thrusting. He did not care if he tore anything, the blood would only make it easier for him. The pirate moaned from the feel of the tight muscles clamping down around him.

The Spaniard screamed in agony. His breath escaping him in a thin, reedy wail. He thrashed against his invader, lashing out with surprising speed. But he was unable to escape. Instead, he found himself pressed against the ground while that diablo forced himself into the -had he known- untouched hole. He tensed, his muscles tearing as they clenched around the intrusion. He cried at the pain, unable to contain himself at the feeling of being torn in two.

Arthur smirked, "So your voice does still work," he growled dropping the dagger to grab the Spaniard's hips. He pulled out to shove back in wanting to hear another yell. It was considerably easier the second time blood providing a good lubricant. His mouth moved to Anthony's shoulder biting hard as he sought his own pleasure.

He thrust enjoying the feel of the other struggling against him. There was the fight he expected. The resistance that he wanted, another way to show his dominance. It was not near as much fun if someone didn't try to fight back.

He moaned weakly in response to the comment. Then cried out as his shoulder was bitten, the skin tearing under the Englishman's onslaught. He sobbed in pain as the other man continued to pound him. His face was flushing from the desperate and frantic struggling. But... His struggles weakened as pain spread through him. His chest heaved breathlessly as he tried to get some air into his starved lungs.

It was not long with the other clamping down on his member for him to find his release. He shoved himself deeper quivering deep inside his captive. Arthur lapped at the bite marks he left seeing blood well to the surface. He pulled out and looked at his work, two fingers digging in to feel his work.

What little air he had managed to regain was driven out of him as white heat flooded into him. It burned like lava and felt just as destructive. His struggling was renewed, but there was nothing he could do chained as he was. He made a sound of relief as the Englishman pulled out, thinking that the worst was over. Too soon... He screeched in pain as the fingers dug into him cruelly, becoming coated in the mixture of his blood and the semen of that bastardo.

Arthur laughed pulling the coated fingers out he moved them in the other male's face. "Clean or the blade you so love goes in next" he said. His other hand moved to fix himself up, he had a ship to sail. And he knew this sight would be here for him when he returned.

He looked up pleadingly to the heavens, hidden behind the roof. ~Mi Dios don't make me do this~ But his prayer went unanswered. He turned his tearstained face to those deceptively delicate looking digits, coated with bodily fluids. His face twisting with despair as his lips parted slowly. He didn't want to... But the alternative...

He reached for the knife leaning his chest against the Spaniard once again. His head leaned over his prisoner's shoulder watching. Slowly the pirate brought the blade around, "I see you are wishing for the blade. Perhaps thinking of Francis will make it hurt less," he whispered harshly. Arthur's eyes gleamed eager for either choice his captive made. He wouldn't rush this part, he was sated for now. He had to drive it home how far Spain had fallen compared to him.

A frightened sound escaped him as the blade was picked up and the diablo draped himself over his broken body. He slowly became aware of a constant torrent of sound and realized it came from himself. It was a mixture of English and Spanish... And his vision blurred.
"Nonono por favor please no por favor please please no..." he wept openly, unable to do anything else. The chains rattled as the force of his sobs made him shake.

The only way to spare himself the pain was to take those disgusting fingers in his mouth. He brought up his shackled hands shakily to take the other's own. He swallowed to soothe his suddenly sore throat, and took the fingers into his mouth. He gagged at the taste, bile rising in his throat, but he fought to keep it down.

Arthur felt a pleased hum rise up inside him. Deciding that was enough for now he pulled his fingers from Anthony's mouth wiping them off on the captured man's ruined clothes. "You do make a good whore," he said kissing the Spaniard's cheek before standing. He seethed the dagger looking down at the broken man. A slow lazy grin appeared on his face as he threaded his fingers through the brunette's hair like he had done earlier. He pulled the head back to look at him, "The seas are mine, you are mine" he repeated before letting go.

The pirate headed to the door slipping on his coat and hat again. He didn't glance back at his captive as he left the superior grin still on his face, his eyes daring the world to challenge him.

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