Oneshot for Airis Hanamori, who one a oneshot contest and asked for Pirate!era SpaMano or PruCan

Light, kind of Dark, some light smut, nothing too deep, anyways~ Enjoy~

I Dare You~

Antonio grinned, looking out to the choppy waters. His fingers drummed against the wooden mast and he turned to look for his personal cabin boy. 'Where is that boy?' said boy, was nineteen year old Italian, Lovino Vargas, a runaway, stow away from Naples. On a whim, Antonio had spared the brat's life and kept him aboard the ship, working him harder than any other cabin boy aboard the ship. Although … Lovino could be difficult.

He preferred not to call Antonio captain, no matter how many times he was threatened to be tossed overboard. Lovino was lazy, constantly hiding, when he was supposed to be cleaning, to be sleeping or stealing extra tomatoes when they managed to obtain fresh ones. The boy was quite the hassle and Antonio was getting fed up with keeping him around.

However, at this moment, there was nothing he could do about it. There was quite a terrible storm heading their direction and his crew was running about the ship preparing to hold down everything while the rain and winds were picking up.

Antonio looked to his first mate, Gilbert and watched the albino bark orders. He seemed to have things under control. Now, Antonio had to focus on finding his cabin boy and make sure he was doing his share of the work … which … wasn't likely.

Lovino dozed quietly in the cargo hold, perfectly unaware of the storm about to rage outside. He dreamed of finally being free from both his family and the man that had claimed him as his personal cabin boy. He rolled over slightly, waking to the sound of boots hitting the wooden floor. He groaned and opened his eyes to look up at the man looming above him.

"Stupid bastard … go away … I was actually having a good dream." Lovino muttered, rolling away from his captain.

"My, my … we still haven't learned proper manners have we? Well … I'll have you know there's a pretty bad storm heading this way and you have yet to do your chores. Not that it matters at this moment. Just get up. We're heading back to my office."

Lovino glared up at the man, "No. I want to stay here and sleep."

Antonio frowned, disliking being ignored and disobeyed. He took a few steps, but found the ship tilting, most likely because of a wave or some strong winds. He frowned, hoping no one had fallen over board. However, that became the least of his worried as one of the cables holding the supplies down snapped, sending several boxes and crates tumbling down. Lovino yelped and Antonio's world went black.

When he came to, all he knew was that everything around him was dark. He sat up, but his head smacked a crate lodged on the ones surrounding him.

"You're finally awake, bastard?" he heard Lovino's voice beside him. His hand shot out and brushed the younger man's arm.

"Lovi?" he asked.

He heard a snort, "No. It's a mermaid, who the fuck else did you think it would be? Stupid ass."

Antonio frowned, but ignored the sarcasm and focused on what had happened. He felt around and discovered the crates had not crushed them, but managed to get stuck, forming a small room around the two of them. There was only a small stream of light coming in from a crate that rested on its side. It illuminated Lovino's cheek and right eye, but it was still rather dull and didn't give much hope of getting out until the storm passed and the crew came looking for them.

He tried to push at the crates, but cursed their heavy weight.

"No use, jerk. They are lodged under even more crates. I mean, who the fuck stacks so many like that?" Lovino asked, shifting his weight slightly to get comfortable again.

The ship's captain growled and gave up. If Gilbert didn't find him soon, he was going to slaughter him. He let out a soft sigh and leaned against a crate to wait. However, Antonio could be a very impatient man. Huffing, Antonio shifted again.

"Ouch! You fuck!" Lovino yelped out, "You fucking kicked me!" the Italian reared back his leg and kicked Antonio back. Antonio growled and reached forward blindly to lightly hit Lovino's shoulder. With a grunt, Lovino launched himself forward, tackling his captain against the crate. He was careful not to hit his head on the boxes above them as he hooked his fingers around the older man's coat, "Do that again and I'll skin you alive!"

Antonio smirked and slowly pulled out his dagger and grabbed Lovino's hand and pressed the knife into his palm, "I dare you."

Lovino looked at the rough shape he could see in the dark that was Antonio with wide eyes. Was he being challenged? Did the Spaniard think he wouldn't do it? He frowned and wrapped his fingers around the handle tightly, until his knuckles were surely white. He brought the dagger to Antonio's neck and gently pressed it close.

"I could do it, you know?" he whispered, leaning closer, his body beginning to tremble. Sweat formed in his palms and he bit his lip.

"Then by all means, skin me~" Antonio teased, letting his hands rest on Lovino's hips. He had to admit, having Lovino attempt to take charge was nice. He'd have killed anyone else for less than what Lovino was doing.

Lovino trembled lightly as Antonio began to trace circles on his hips, "Well?" Lovino let the blade fall from his hands to the floor below them. He reached down and pushed it away, but slapped Antonio's chest, "You're distracting me. Otherwise, I'd be bathing in your blood right now."

"Mm~" Antonio hummed, gripping Lovino's hips lightly, "I like when you talk like that~"

A blush crept into Lovino's cheeks and he was thankful they were in almost complete darkness. He hated when he blushed in front of the captain. He was always teased for it.

"Sh-shut up, bastard! I'm dead serious!"

"So am I, my little tomato~" Antonio growled possessively, "Just picturing you, covered in the enemy's blood~ now that's something I'd love to see~ you standing tall and proud, weapon in hand, blood staining your clothing, my flag waving behind you with the wind blowing just right …" he subconsciously bucked his hips up into Lovino's, causing the younger man to gasp and flush a bright red. He tried to push away from his captain, but Antonio was so lost in his daydream, he was holding onto Lovino's hips tightly.

Lovino squirmed and struggled, finally getting Antonio's attention, whom promptly let go of his cabin boy. The Italian scrambled away and pressed himself back into his little niche, the dim light once again splayed across his red, angry face.

Antonio grinned, "I'm sorry, Lovi … it's been a while since I got laid and I got a little carried away~"

"You were fucking f-fantasizing about m-me, you prick!" Lovino stuttered, his face going three shades of red darker.

The captain chuckled softly, "Yes, I guess I was, but I could not help myself, my tomato. You are like a rare fruit aboard this ship. There's a reason I wanted you to be my personal cabin boy, unlike the other ones, who tend to everyone. You're so delectable and delicious, your peeling so attractive to the eye, beckoning others to your ripe flesh for a taste.

"However, little thorns are wrapped tightly around you, keeping most takers away. I want to be the only one to tear away those thorns and sink my teeth into that glorious, sweet flesh. I want to be the only one to taste this sweet little tomato~" he whispered, huskily, leaning forward and nipping at Lovino's neck.

Lovino let out a shocked, strangled gasp and tried to push Antonio away, but he body was already responding to the man's hot breath against his neck and those lips tasting him, sucking gently. His breath come out shaky, but before he became lost in these emotions and thoughts, he violently shoved Antonio back, giving him some room to catch his breath and work up his anger.

"S-stupid bastard! I'm not one of your whores! You can't have your way with me and then just abandon me!" his heart raced. For so long the younger man had dreamed of being invited to Antonio's bed, but only because he had fallen for the captain. He knew the captain well, though, and rather his heart be ripped out when he got tossed aside when Antonio became bored, he would keep himself safe, leave the ship and forget everything about the passed few years.

Antonio's hand caressed Lovino's cheeks, "Oh, Lovi~ you wouldn't be one of my whores …"

Lovino's heart leapt, but he scowled deeply, "I'm not going to sleep with you. Not when I know you so fucking well, bastard. You'll drop me the moment a pretty young thing comes walking by, begging for your sheets! I don't fucking think so! I'm so not going to be tossed aside like th-" his breath hitched, feeling Antonio's hand slide up his leg and squeeze his bottom.

"N-no, bastard!" Lovino muttered, less forcefully. He let his head roll back slightly as Antonio kneaded him.

Antonio took the advantage to kiss Lovino. The Italian came back to reality and placed his hands against Antonio's chest, bent on pushing the man away, but his mind melted and his body responded to the kiss, letting the older man slip his tongue passed Lovino's lips to quickly win dominance with Lovino. Lovino moaned softly into the kiss, having never truly experienced his first kiss until that moment. He hated Antonio for taking it, but he loved him all the same.

He felt hands slid up his shirt and explore his stomach and chest and he in turn arched into Antonio's touches and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Antonio moaned as well and broke the kiss to catch his breath and bite down on Lovino's collar bone.

Lovino gasped as intertwined his fingers in Antonio's tied back hair. He growled softly and pulled the ribbon out to run his fingers through the hair. He'd wanted this for so long, his body was already aching to each touch.

Antonio pulled him close and laid him flat on the ground, where a little bit of light was splashed on the right side of his face, giving Antonio a small view of what his tomato's reactions were to his touches.

Their lips met once again in a fiery kiss and the captain ran his hand up Lovino's thighs and pressed their erections together, grinding lightly. The Italian moaned and pulled himself closer, enjoying the touch.

Light broke them apart. Antonio glared, turning around to the source of the light. Gilbert, his first mate and his personal cabin boy, Matthew were holding the crate they'd just pulled back.

"Well, look Birdie … we found the captain … why don't we do things like that?"

Matthew lit up bright red and turned his head away from his friend's compromising position. Lovino's face also lit up bright red and he pushed himself as far away from Antonio as he could manage, while burying his face in his hands.

The captain glared angrily, having been moments away from claiming his tomato, "What the hell, Gilbert?"

"Sorry, Toni … you went missing. Ernesto said this is where he last saw you go, so I brought Birdie down here to help look for you. We saw the crates had fallen and hoped you weren't dead upder here." the albino pirate laughed lightly, glancing at Antonio's little problem, pressing himself against his pants, "But it looks like you're totally alive and running, so I'll just leave you to it, then?"

Antonio nodded, but Lovino shoved passed him and climbed over the boxes, completely embarrassed. The captain frowned, "I'll see you walk for this, Gil …" the Spaniard jumped up and ran after the fleeing Italian.

Gilbert laughed and watched their retreating forms, then he turned back to Matthew, "Wanna take their place?"

The blonde flushed again and shook his head violently before setting his half of the crate down, "Two times in your cabin wasn't enough?" Matthew squeaked.

"Not even close~" Gilbert set down the crate and pulled Matthew into his arms, pressing their lips together in a loving kiss.

TeeHee~~ A little of both in there~ I kind of want to write a second chapter or third to this -_- i've been neglecting the whole 'oneshot' thing lol

~Lady Pyrien