Note: This is AU. Brennan is a pirate, Booth is her prisoner.

Prompt: Booth/Brennan: Dub-con pirate AU or roleplay. One of them is the swashbuckling pillager, and the other the reluctant prisoner taken aboard for carnal pleasures.

Disclaimer: I don't own them.

If it hadn't been for the small slivers of light shining through cracks in the ceiling, Seeley would have thought he had gone blind. Through the pounding in his head, he tried to figure out where he was. Deciding that sitting up would help to clear his head, he tried to sit up, only to realize that his hands and feet were tied together.

Through the rising panic, he tried to remember what had happened. He groaned as he remembered his nervousness and excitement as he asked the woman he loved to marry him, only to have her turn him down. When Rebecca said no, he had gone looking for a seedy pub, hoping to find a large amount of ale, a willing woman and, if he was really lucky, a fight.

Based on the pounding in his head and his current predicament, he had found at least two of the three.

He could hear the moans, snores, and quiet breathing of fellow prisoners as he tried to figure out how to escape from this place.

That's when he noticed the rocking of the ship.

* * *

The light streaming through the trapdoor blinded him at first. By the time his eyes had adjusted, he was aware of movement around him as his fellow prisoners were hauled one by one through the trapdoor. After what seemed like an eternity, it was his turn.

It was almost a relief to be able to breathe the fresh sea air as he lay on the deck where he had been unceremoniously dumped. Before long, the ropes tying his feet had been removed and he was prodded into a standing position, his hands still tied behind his back. As he stood in the row of ragtag prisoners, he tried to figure out what to do. He wanted to fight, but there was no land in sight and there was no way he could win a fight against a ship full of men.

Before long, the three men guarding the prisoners jumped to attention as a scandalously-dressed woman walked towards them. She was dressed in men's breeches, high boots, and a long shirt belted tightly around her waist. Around her neck was a chunky necklace with a silver skull at the centre. Her long hair flowed freely around her shoulders. No respectable woman would ever dress that way, yet the men around her treated her with deference and respect. What kind of ship was this?

She reached the group of prisoners and studied them carefully, looking each one up and down in turn. Finally, she stopped in front of them. "My name is Temperance Brennan. I'm the captain of this ship."

From his left, a young man gasped. "The pirate?"

She smiled a slow, knowing smile. "Yes. We're pirates - the best in these seas. And now you all have a choice. You can join us, pledge your loyalty to me and serve me in whatever way I require, or you can walk the plank. But know this - if you join us and betray me, you will long for the mercy of a quick death at sea."

The nervous young man noticeably gulped as Seeley wondered whether he'd imagined the way her voice deepened as she said "whatever way I require".

His mind was in turmoil as he listened to the other prisoners pledge their loyalty and be given duties. Could he really become a pirate? What would she ask him to do?

Before he had made a decision, he saw highly-polished boots stop in front of him and her voice say, "I like the looks of this one."

He felt a remarkably soft hand on his chin, tipping his face up. As she examined him, he resolutely avoided looking her in the eye, instead focusing on a spot over her left shoulder.

"What's it going to be? Are you going to pledge your loyalty to me, or do you choose certain death?" She turned his face to meet her and he was unable to speak, lost in the bluest eyes he'd ever seen.

When he didn't answer, she asked, "Well?", then started attempting to pry his jaw open.

He managed to regain his voice, sputtering, "What are you doing?"

She shrugged. "I thought maybe you had had your tongue cut out or something. No point in waiting for a mute man to speak."

"I'm not mute."

"Well, you weren't talking. That's pretty much what mute means." She tapped her foot impatiently. "Well? What is your decision?"

Seeley had always been a moral man, but he knew he had no choice if he wanted to live. "You have my loyalty."

A smile broke out across her face. "Excellent." She turned to the man beside her. "Sully, please escort the prisoner to my cabin."

* * *

Seeley's mind was in turmoil. What was she planning to do with him in her cabin?

By the time the door shut behind the three of him, he was more nervous than he could ever remember being. The captain turned to the man she called "Sully" and said, "Untie his wrists, please."

Before long, the rope restraining him was gone and he was flexing his muscles as feeling returned to his arms. Eventually, he looked up to find her watching him.

She smiled at him again. "What's your name?"

"Seeley."

"So, Seeley, are you married?"

His jaw clenched as the memory of Rebecca's rejection washed over him again. "No."

She must have seen it, because she said, "But there was someone …."

"I asked her to marry me. She said no."

The woman in front of him clasped her hands together. "That makes it easier."

"Easier?"

"Yes. I find that some men find it hard to … adjust to their new life, but it sounds like you have nothing to go back to, and I have been wanting a new man to fornicate with." As she spoke, she removed the belt from her waist and started unbuttoning her shirt. As she pulled it off, she gestured at the man still standing guard at the door. "Sully is amazing, but I do like variety."

"You … you want me to … " Seeley was embarrassed at the high pitch of his voice as he tried to process what was going on. She wanted to fornicate with him? What kind of a woman was she?

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he knew the answer. She was a pirate. The normal rules of society did not apply to her.

By this time, she had removed her clothes and draped them neatly over the chair in the corner. He had been with women before, but never with someone who was so un-self-conscious, so blatant about what she wanted. Despite himself, he could feel himself becoming aroused as he admired her full breasts and the thick thatch of hair between her legs. She approached him, a lioness hunting her prey.

"You pledged me your loyalty not ten minutes ago. This is what I require of you right now."

She reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off. He jumped slightly when she leaned in and licked his nipple, then pressed quick kisses to his chest while her talented fingers unbuttoned his breeches.

He was fully erect now, more aroused than he could ever remember being before, but his mind was still telling him that this was wrong. He was in love with Rebecca. He stumbled backwards, leaving his breeches on a pile on the floor. "I can't."

She cocked an eyebrow at him and shot a knowing look at his erect cock. "I'm pretty sure you can."

"I'm in love with someone else."

She stepped forward, trapping him between the wall and her naked body as she reached up to press kisses along his jaw. "She turned you down."

Frantically, he glanced over at the man still standing at the door. "We're not even alone."

He could feel her laughter against his neck. "Sully doesn't mind. He likes to watch."

"I mind."

She pulled back slightly and clasped his hand in hers, leading him to the bed. He followed, unable to resist. She gestured at the bed. "Lie down."

He lay back on the bed, his mind still resisting even though his body had given in long ago. She crawled over him, sitting back over his thighs then turned to the man at the door. "Sully, wait outside."

"But …"

"He won't hurt me."

Disappointed at missing the show, Sully turned and left, closing the door behind him.

She turned her attention back to the man under her. "Better?"

Seeley knew she had asked him something, but he wasn't sure what it was. "What?"

"Nothing." Amused, she leaned down to kiss him.

She broke off the kiss way too soon, her hand, reaching between their bodies to grasp his aching cock. Before he knew what was happening, she lifted up and guided him into her wet opening. When he was fully inside of her, she started to move, her necklace dangling between her bouncing breasts.

This was beyond anything he had ever experienced. Wasn't the man supposed to be on top? He hadn't realized this was even possible.

It was more than possible, though. In fact, it was incredible. He lifted his hand to capture one of her beautiful breasts, massaging it gently before running his calloused thumb over her nipple.

Now that he'd given himself permission to touch her, he couldn't stop. His hands roamed her body, feeling the weight of her breasts, pushing her hair back from her face, resting on her hips as she moved, pressing against her clit. He arched his back so that he could capture a nipple in his teeth, sucking and licking it before lightly biting it.

It didn't take long before she was clenching around him, caught up in an intense orgasm. He followed her seconds later, unable to hold out any longer.

As she collapsed onto him, one thought filled his mind. This was way better than walking the plank.