Title: The Prince and The Pirate
Author: Itskara
Rating: M
Pairing: Kurtbastian
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
Relations: Kurt – 18 yo prince and upcoming king
Noah – 23 yo Kurt's custodian
Quinn – 18 yo princess, getting married to Kurt
Sebastian – 23 yo captain
Blaine – 21 yo sebastian's best friend

"Now, why don't we have a little talk?" Sebastian questioned, using the key to unlock the cell door, opening it, and kneeling down beside the prince. "Because I would like to know a little more about you."

He reached out, and with surprising gentleness, removed the gag from Kurt's mouth, and tossed it to the side. No use in denying the prince his speech for any longer. No one would hear him scream, if he ever did.

"Now, let's have a chat, shall we?" Sebastian rhetorically asked, watching as the prince coughed a little, and cleared his throat.

"About what, exactly?" Kurt chuckled, looking up at the captain, his aqua coloured eyes glinting with something akin to mischief, and Sebastian decided, he didn't like the look in Kurt's eyes. There was a haughty, and stubborn air surrounding this prince, Sebastian could feel, and he just knew, this prince wasn't going to just lie down nicely for him. No, he was going to make it as difficult as he could.

"What were you doing outside your castle walls?" Sebastian asked, looking Kurt straight in the eyes as he continued with, "From what I can gather, a prince is not permitted to step outside." To him, that didn't sound like a luxury. No, more like a punishment, but maybe that was just Sebastian. Sebastian had a wild spirit. He had a taste for adventure, and especially danger. Being confined to the walls of a castle, and being unable to step outside into the real world… Sebastian would go crazy if he were in that position, but who's to say Kurt would. This little brat probably enjoyed that lifestyle, and greatly despised that which he had miraculously landed himself in.

"What I was doing, is none of your business, captain…" Kurt said in low tone, and Sebastian took notice of the mocking tone behind the word "captain". So, the little prince did have some nerve. He wasn't one of those pathetic little whiners, who desperately pleaded with those that held him captive. While it was refreshing, it was also quite surprising. He hadn't dealt with a prisoner like this before. Reaching out, he grabbed Kurt by his pale throat, and moved forward, pushing Kurt back until his spine was against the floor. Moving so that he could straddle the young prince across his hips, Sebastian leaned over him, so dangerously close that their noses were inches apart. A maniacal grin lit up Sebastian's features as he dangerously whispered, "Watch yourself, princess." he mocked. Kurt was mocking him when he addressed him by "prince", well, he could mock right back. Princess seemed more suited for this little, fast talking, pretty boy. What, with that unbelievably pale, and yet, very soft skin of his. That lithe, thin and feminine body. Those blue eyes… Oh yeah, there could definitely be some gender confusion here. Add some tits, and yeah… That's a pretty, fuckable woman you'd have there. He noticed that Kurt was still smirking at him, despite the dangerous position he was in. "Wipe that stupid smirk of your face…" Sebastian growled.

Kurt laughed, "Make me…" he challenged, his tone sounding just as dangerous as Sebastian's.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes dangerously, greatly tightening his hold on that delicate neck, threatening to snap it if he felt like it.

"Come on, you can't do anything to me…" Kurt chuckled, despite the hand closed around his throat, and when Sebastian bestowed him with a look of confusion, Kurt explained, "If you kill me, then you'll get in more trouble than you already are. My people would just love the opportunity to hang a bunch of pirates." Kurt grinned, "And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

Sebastian's grip on the prince's throat loosened, as he realised the truth in Kurt's words. He wasn't entirely sure what he was going to do with the prince just yet, but he most definitely didn't want to arouse the anger of the courts, and people any further. He had already kidnapped a prince, and pretty soon, an entire navy would be out and after them. As inviting as it was to hurt this little brat, he couldn't do it. Now, to just get the message through to his men too. Moving away from the prince, he removed himself from the prince's hips, coming to kneel at Kurt's side as he flipped Kurt onto his stomach, and held him there.

Kurt was worried for a moment that Sebastian would start groping him too, but when he felt the ropes around his wrists and ankles come loose, his eyes widened in surprise. He turned to question Sebastian, but the captain had already shut his cell door, locked it and began to walk towards the stairs. Kurt silently wished that Sebastian wouldn't give those keys to Eliot or any of the other pirates. He wasn't sure if he wanted to deal with any horrible advances on him.

But of course, Sebastian gave the key to Kurt's cell back to Eliot. He wasn't really thinking about the well being of the prince when he did it. He was slightly, just slightly, pissed off because of the prince and his "holier than thou" attitude. Sebastian felt the overwhelming desire to strike Kurt a few times, and wipe that smug smile off his face. Damn, he only spoke with him for five minutes, and already he was looking to commit suicide. Oh… He wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into this time. No amount of money would be worth keeping that prince on his ship!

"Captain?"

"What?!" Sebastian demanded, stopping in his walk, and looking to his side, a vein popping in his forehead.

Blaine wasn't fazed at all by the rude attitude. In fact, all he did was shake his head, a small smile lighting up his face. "Where are we headed?"

Sebastian blinked, the anger melting away, "Melphina, of course. I need to see someone there, and it will also be a good opportunity for these bilge rats," he gestured the other pirates, all indulged in their work, "to have some fun. I'm sure there's still some nice women there." he smileed, walking towards the helm again.

Blaine followed him, looking at some of the other pirates, analysing them. He focused more on Eliot than any of the others. Sebastian had given the key to Kurt's cell back to Eliot, and Blaine, for the life of him, couldn't imagine why, considering the warning that Blaine gave Sebastian, regarding Kurt. Eliot was clearly pretending to be focused entirely on the task at hand, but just by looking at his eyes, Blaine knew his mind was elsewhere. He turned back to Sebastian who was now gripping the wooden arms of the helm, and lazily watching him. Blaine refrained from rolling his eyes, and walked closer to Sebastian, leaned over to him and whispered, "I'm telling you, Eliot is planning to do something to the prince." he pulled away, looking at Sebastian who seemed to be considering his words. He had a deep, and very thoughtful gaze on his face as he moved his eyes to Eliot, who was now talking with Jeff. Sebastian watched, unable to hear what the two were talking about but when Eliot pointed to the doorway that led to the brig, and smileed rather evilly, causing Jeff to do the same, Sebastian felt a rather uneasy weight in the bottom of his stomach. What if Blaine was right?

"You believe me now?" Blaine asked, sounding bored, and yet, fully aware that Sebastian did believe him.

One wrong move made by any of his crew or himself, then Sebastian and his crew would no doubt be sentenced to hanging, if they were ever caught. While Sebastian had a great trust in his ship, himself, and a slight trust in his crew, the danger surrounding Kurt was just too risky, even by his standards. "Alright, if they make advances on him, I'll talk to them." Sebastian said, and he didn't dare leave room for refusal.

Blaine nodded. He guessed that was enough for now.

"Filthy, filthy, filthy…" Kurt repeated, his tone a mere drawl, as he began eyeing the dark brown, wooden floor of the cell he was caged in. He couldn't believe that the captain couldn't give him, oh, he didn't know, maybe a more comfortable place to sleep. Yes, he was aware of the fact that he was a prisoner, but he was also a prince, and he wasn't a happy one, shall he add.

He moved a few steps backwards, his back connected with the wall, and he slid down it, into a sitting position, his knees pulled up to his chest. He rested his arms on the tops of his knees, and laid the side of his face upon his arms, trying to get into a somewhat comfortable position. He truly didn't know if he wanted to sleep. There was always the chance he would wake to find himself staring in a bunch of sneering faces, and find himself subjected to a horrible torture. He didn't like it. No, in fact, he despised it. The very thought of someone doing that to him… Or anyone for that matter. He knew there was bad people in the world, but he just couldn't fathom how bad, and he began to wonder, was he a fool for desiring a taste of the outside world so badly?

And was everyone in the world like this? It's a good question, isn't it? Were all the humans he wanted to desperately learn so much more about like those pirates? As good a question it is, it's also a rather frightening thought.

He didn't feel like there was anyone here he could trust. The entire crew were completely despicable. Not a single one among them were worth a shred of trust. Sebastian… Well, Kurt didn't really know enough about him to really judge as of yet. He would admit that he was worried when Sebastian and he were alone earlier, but he wouldn't let his face or eyes give it away. He knew how to be strong, and he was going to be strong. He didn't need someone here to hold his hand, or to offer comforting words to him

He didn't miss home. What was there to miss about home anyway? His parents hated him, he didn't have the freedom he desired, he was being forced into a role he didn't want to accept… He wasn't lucky like most children in the sense that their parents listened to whatever they said, accepted their desires, and gave a little kiss to their child's forehead before giving them a warm hug. No, his parents did no such thing for him, and never would, regardless of anything. Even if Kurt was willing to take the throne, they wouldn't bestow him with even a little smile. They would say, "Good, you've learnt respect."

He really didn't care.

He sighed, feeling his eyes droop closed against his will, and he began to feel light. His eyes closed, and his body relaxed as he drifted into a sweet slumber, completely unaware of the two pirates standing at the door of the room, their eyes ablaze with desire, and their lips upwards in menacing grins. The darkness cast shadows over their faces, the grins becoming all the more threatening and frightening, and the first pirate whispered to the other, "Now?"

"No, give him a few days to settle in, then we'll all give him a real warm welcome…"

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"KURT!"

Kurt's mother ran down the corridors, madly searching everywhere for her son who had mysteriously vanished. Earlier this morning, she went to his room, originally planning to give him a good tongue lashing, only to find that he wasn't in his room. So, she checked down in the castle gardens, only to have the exact same result. Her son was not in his room, or in the castle gardens, and she hadn't run into him while she ran down the corridors. Their was no sign of her son anywhere, and she was angry. No, she was irate! She slowed to a quick walk, angrily speaking through her gritted teeth, "If that brat snuck out of the castle last night, I swear, I'll make him regret it!"

"Lady Carol?"

She stopped, and turned around, eyes coming to gaze upon Noah. The man who was supposed to look after her son, and make sure he didn't try anything stupid. He looked at her with a worried expression, his friendly eyes full of question, and the smile that was usually on his face was replaced by a worried frown, "Noah," she began, her voice full of anger, and her brown eyes ablaze, "Where is Kurt!?" she demanded, and Noah better pray to the Gods that he knew the answer to the question.

"I'm sorry, my lady, I am not sure where he is." Noah answered, honestly, and he regarded her uneasily, before he asked, "You can't find him?"

Carol shook her head, the anger refusing to melt away. "You were supposed to be watching him!" she yelled, her pathetic attempt at restraint breaking as she completely rounded on the poor man.

Noah didn't flinch or show any signs of recoiling. Instead, he simply said, "Surely you should have been watching him too? You are his mother, after all. This happened on your watch as well." He was speaking the truth, and he was aware of how much trouble he could get into for doing so, but it was true, wasn't it? If his parents weren't going to watch out for Kurt, then they should be blamed for this too. Noah was not Kurt's father, or related to him in anyway, but he did care a lot for the younger man. Kurt was someone he watched grow up, and he did want to provide the best support, comfort, and protection he could but there was no reason for his parents to dismiss him completely. Just because he didn't accept their demands with a sweet smile, and nod of the head… He was still their son, and the only reason they had Noah look after him was so they didn't have to deal with his attitude and problems. If only they knew that by doing so, Kurt became more and more resistant. He would open up to Noah, but that was it. Noah was really the only one who knew what was going on inside Kurt's head, and he could sympathise with the child. What good is a castle when you're a prisoner inside of it? What good were parents when all they did was tell you how worthless you were?

Kurt did indeed open up more over the years, and he would confide in Noah about certain matters. Such as his desire to go outside, and live among ordinary humans. Noah would spend countless hours a day with Kurt, talking about Kurt's desires, wishes, and feelings. Noah liked spending that time with Kurt. Kurt was actually nothing like his parents. Personality wise, no. Appearance wise, no. Kurt was a lot of things, such as manipulative, snide, cocky, and stubborn, but he was not barbaric, like his father, or demanding, like his mother. They were always like that to Kurt, even giving him, their one and only son, a sound beating when he didn't comply to their rules. While Noah was worried, he hoped that Kurt was alright. God, if anything ever did happen to that child, he'd never forgive himself!

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Kurt's eyes slowly opened, waking from his surprisingly peaceful slumber. He blinked the drowsiness away, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he yawned.

"Hey."

Kurt looked ahead of him, and there, standing on the other side of the cell door, was a dark tanned man with curly hair, dressed in a simple white long sleeved shirt, brown trousers, and brown shoes. Kurt blinked, as the man walked closer to his cell, and reached through the cell bars with one of his hands. Kurt then noticed the red apple in the pirate's hand.

"I know it's not much, but I thought you would be hungry." the pirate explained, smiling as if to enhance the favour. His tone of voice wasn't snide, or snappy like the other pirates. His tone was friendly, and kind, which was quite comforting. Even that small smile spoke volumes. Kurt stood, and walked forward, reaching out with a hand to take the piece of fruit. The pirate retracted his hand, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the prince eye the apple, carefully, and warily. He didn't know why the prince was doing that, but he didn't dare say anything.

He smiled in triumph when the prince took a small bite of the apple. "It'll keep you going for a while. I'll be back later with more." he began to walk towards the stairs, but he turned back, and laughed, "Sadly, apples are all we have at the moment."

Kurt didn't mind. Apples were his favourite type of fruit. Always so juicy, and sweet. He smiled, shrugging, "Why are you doing this for me?" He was genuinely confused. Just last night, he had slandered all the pirates off, believing each one of them were as despicable as the other, but… This pirate appeared to be very genuine in his actions. Kurt couldn't read any hidden intentions in those eyes. He was curious, though.

The pirate's voice was firm, and honest when he answered, but the smile was still on his face, and suddenly, the situation didn't seem hopeless to Kurt, "I think what you're going through is unfair. It might be a comfort to know that there's one pirate on this ship looking out for you." And he would look out for the young prince. Not because he expected anything in return, but rather because the prince needed someone to look after him, and help him as best they could.

"Well…" Kurt looked to the side, obviously unsure of what to say. He guessed it was a nice thought… And it was a comfort that one of these pirates didn't want to grope him like a sex slave, and genuinely wanted to help him. He smileed, "I guess you're better than nothing."

The pirate recognised that as an attempt at thanks, so he continued to smile as he nodded slightly, "My name is Blaine, and I'll keep an eye on you for as long as you're on this ship."

Kurt chuckled, biting into the apple again.

Blaine nodded again, "I'll be back later." and he turned towards the stairs, and began walking up, leaving the prince alone again.

Kurt watched the pirate go, the uneasiness settling slightly, but not entirely. He was glad to have one person on his side, but he wondered, just how much help could Blaine offer him?

Carol was ready to go crazy. Absolutely crazy! Her son was nowhere to be found in the castle, and hours ago, they sent some servants out into the city, in the hope that he would be found out there, but alas, they didn't come back with him. However, they did come back with an elderly man, claiming to have valuable information regarding Kurt. Carol wasn't sure if she wanted to trust an elderly man whose mind was probably failing him, whose sight wasn't what it used to be, and whose sanity seemed very weak.

Balancing himself on a walking stick as best he could, the man walked towards Carol, and began ranting and raving about seeing Kurt during the night, "I swear, I had seen the young prince last night. I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to get some fresh air." There was little gaps in his sentences, as if he were trying his hardest to recall the events of the previous night, and Carol was becoming impatient, "Yes! I went outside to get fresh air!" the man confirmed, rather enthusiastically. "I saw it! A pirate ship!"

Carol's anger and impatience melted away, replaced by worry. "A pirate ship?" she repeated, her tone laced with fear. Oh, how she hoped this man wasn't going to tell her what she didn't want to hear.

"Yes, and a group of pirates grabbed the young prince and took him to their ship!" The elderly man finished, his speech fully sped up, showing he was absolutely certain about what he just said.

Oh God… Carol thought. Our son… Kidnapped by pirates! She blamed Kurt for it, mostly. He never should have wandered out at night! She swore it, she would give that brat a piece of her mind when she got him back. If she got him back. Why, those monsters could do anything to him! They could kill him!They had to do something!

"Santana!" Carol called to one of the young women standing next to the door. At her name being called, Santana rushed forward, her long, black hair swaying. Santana nodded to Carol, and the Queen ordered, "Deliver this message to General Hunter."

Noah was standing at the side, watching with a worried expression on his face. He was extremely worried for Kurt. He had never set foot outside the castle walls, and didn't have any knowledge of the people out in the real world, much less pirates. Kurt was in serious trouble, wherever he was. Noah was well aware that Carol was only fearing for the throne of Elysion, and not her son, which made Noah very angry. Kurt had kidnapped by a group of pirates! And Lord only knows if he was still alive, and she was worried about the future king! It was despicable! He was her son first! And he should still be her son now! Not her pawn to use as she saw fit!

Hunter watched, uninterested, as the servants continued to search the ships docked in the main harbour. Just what exactly were they looking for?

As if reading his mind, a new voice spoke, "You didn't hear? It seems our little prince went missing last night."

Hunter rolled his eyes, turning to face the newcomer, "Nick…" he drawled. What's this about Kurt… missing? Oh God, the prince just knew how to get himself into trouble, didn't he? A bit of a pain in the ass, if you ask Hunter. Hunter was the commanding general of Elysion's navy, and he took his job seriously. He was a stern man, very skilled in sword-to-sword combat, tactical, intelligent, and unafraid. He was everything the perfect navy captain needed to be. He had only met Kurt once, and that was when Carol called him to the castle to discuss the progress of the navy and its soldiers. Hunter considered Kurt to be rather arrogant, and rather rebellious. An admiration for the people outside the castle, and an obsession with the world itself. He was a strange, young man, but Hunter took rather nicely to him, surprisingly so.

Nick laughed, daring to lift an arm and wrap it around Hunter's shoulders in order to draw him close enough to whisper in his ear, "Come on, sweetie, you know you're happy-" he was met with a swift elbow to his stomach. "Ouch." he chuckled, letting go of the other man.

"I wish you would refrain from touching me like that." Hunter simply said, a frown on his face.

"Aw, lighten up." Nick tried. Hunter was far too serious sometimes, and wasn't as much fun to be around anymore. They'd been friends since back in the day.

"Hmph…" Hunter crossed his arms.

"General!"

Hunter turned around at the call, and a young tanned girl with long, black hair was running towards him. She stopped a few feet away from him, knelt to catch her breath, and looked at him as she gasped, "A message from the Queen."

Blaine had come back later that day, staying true to his word, and had brought another apple for Kurt. He commented that Kurt would probably get sick of seeing apples, but the prince simply shrugged, smiling. Blaine was currently leaning against the wall at the side of Kurt's cell, and Kurt was sitting on the floor.

"So how come a nice guy like you is out on the sea, working on a ship like this, and working for a captain like that?" Kurt questioned Blaine, his voice surprisingly soft, taking another bite of the red apple in his hands. He was genuinely curious as to what Sebastian, a complete and utter asshole, could have possibly done to convince Blaine, a friendly and nice man, to join his crew. The prospect was so unbelievable.

Blaine laughed, "I don't know exactly." He smiled at the memories that began to flood his mind. He and Sebastian… They were old time friends. There was no other way describe it, really. Maybe, brothers? They'd been together since the beginning. He was a few years younger than Sebastian, and his parents were very good friends to Sebastian's parents. That's how they met. Before Blaine was born, Sebastian was a rather closed-off child, and he caused his parents worry when he quietly refused to try and make friends. When Blaine's mother gave birth, Sebastian's parents were absolutely ecstatic for their friend. Sebastian didn't understand the prospect back then, but as he watched his parents, and Blaine's parents talk back and forth, Sebastian kept his eyes on the young newborn. Such a small, delicate and frail body, with an innocence no grown up could ever conceive of. Everything was so new to the baby, whose honey-coloured eyes were full of wonder as he took in the world around him.

Being there when Blaine was born was a feeling that Sebastian just didn't know how to describe. Happiness, without a doubt, because as the years passed, Sebastian and he grew close. Always getting into one scrape or another. He considered himself lucky to have Sebastian as a friend, and Sebastian seemed happy to have him. Sebastian was always spending the time with him, laughing with him, and confiding in him… At the memory of something particular, Blaine shook his head, sighing.

"Blaine?" Kurt questioned, noticing how the man had suddenly ventured off into a world of his own.

Blaine blinked away the memories, and looked at Kurt who was eyeing him oddly. He realised he must have drifted off a little bit, "Sorry." he chuckled, lowering his eyes to the floor, and Kurt shook his head. Blaine thought back to the question and simply said, "We're good friends." He decided he wouldn't bring up anything else, especially not Sebastian's past. He wouldn't betray Sebastian like that. If Sebastian wanted to tell Kurt, then he would tell Kurt himself, but Blaine wouldn't breathe a word.

Kurt watched him, and silence fell upon the room. The silence was quite tense, and quite uncomfortable, making Kurt want to shatter it like glass, but he didn't exactly know what to say. So he looked down at the apple in his hands and took another bite.

Blaine watched, a small smile coming onto his face, and he whispered, "You remind me of someone…"

Kurt looked up at Blaine, chewed on the piece of fruit in his mouth, tilting his head to the side, "Beg pardon?" he asked, wondering if he heard the man correctly.

Blaine shook his head, "Never mind."

No way was he mentioning him to Kurt, despite the similarity between them. While the very memory brought back a few painful tugs on his heart, Blaine continued to smile as best he could. No use causing Kurt more confusion than he was already feeling.

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