Antidote

 

Antidote-

Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon

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"...Dimitri?"

Dimitri gasped inwardly from having to hear his name pass through those loving lips that he had longed to kiss. It was Jim Hawkins that kneeled on the floor, in his complete mercy.

"You know this scum, Captain?" Targon asked incredulously, looking from one human to another.

The question brought Dimitri out of his reverie. The tri-cornered leather hat in his hands shook as he held it. He didn't know how to respond. He looked down into Jim's warm, brown eyes, at a loss. If he, the Captain of The Compass Blade, were to confess that this "scum" was once his lover, he would probably start mutiny among his crew. There would be no way that they'd accept their beloved Captain was prone to a weak emotion such as love.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Captain Sudayev drew a scowl across his features, and stared into Jim's pleading eyes.

"No." He replied, as cold and emotionless as he could. "I don't."

"NO!" Jim leaped up from the floor in shock and denial, as the young salamander took hold of him. "Dimitri! It's me, Jim! You have to remember me!"

Dimitri turned his back to him. "Have the prisoner swab below-decks until I can find some more use for him, Targon." A dead-pan voice.

"Aye, Captain."

Dimitri could hear the brunette struggling in the salamander's arms. "Please! Dimitri! Don't do this, please!"

After a moment of struggling, all but the one-eyed squid creature remained in the cabin with the Captain. The pirates could still hear the shouts fading from outside the door.

Finally, the one-eyed squid spoke. "Are you sure you don't know him, Captain?"

"You questioning me, Skihoth?"

"Uh... No, sir." Skihoth gulped audibly.

"Good. Now get back to your post."

"Aye, sir."

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Jim pushed the mop around the floorboards in the galley, wincing from the salamander poking his shoulder wound with the flat side of his blade whenever he faltered at his chore. The brunette went through tumults of emotions; the most prominent of those was an unusual mix of confusion, joy, and betrayal.

Dimitri was alive. Alive! He couldn't believe that he had escaped the destruction of Tyranisernum. But with that knowledge at hand, Jim kept wondering if maybe Dimitri had been taken hostage to begin with. If so, though, why would this pirate band make him the Captain? The confusion of it all lead Jim to another scenario...

Perhaps Dimitri had been a pirate all along? As far-fetched as that thought was, he still felt betrayed and broken for Dimitri's lack of compassion and recognition. Did he really forget him after a short three years?

A prod to the very tender spot on his shoulder brought him out of his reverie. Hissing in pain, he moved to another side of the galley with the mop, while the salamander kept a close watch on him.

A few sets of footsteps made their way down the galley stairs. One belonged to the feline, Ganttus, while the others consisted of two humans and a blob... of sorts.

One of the humans had to be almost seven feet tall, with a pale complexion and a crooked nose that pointed slightly to the right, suggesting that he had been in a few fights. His jaw was square, flecked with red stubble all the way up to his sideburns. He wore a leather vest over a thin frame of shoulders and dark breeches that were frayed along the knees and hems. His long, red hair reached his waist and was pulled back by a black bandana. His eyes were the color of swamp green. The human wasn't exactly the brightest looking, but he seemed to give off a vibe of someone who enjoyed giving pain. All brawn and no brains.

The other human was a standard sized young man. He had short, midnight black hair, tanned skin, and inhuman sky blue eyes. The human wore a linen shirt and breeches, complete with heavy boots. A sword hung from his waist. Even his stance suggested that he was a recent recruite, as he stood there, fidgeting and looking around with interest.

Jim couldn't pin point exactly what the blob creature was, or whether it spoke a recognizable language. The blob stood four feet tall and three feet in diameter, was clear in coloring, and had a set of eyes that resembled dark green marbles randomly floating around in it's constantly shifting mass. The blob just slithered down the steps after the three.

"So, we sees you're still baby sitting the prisoner here, Alduin," Ganttus remarked, giving a mischievous grin. "Pray tell, 'cause Laremy over here wants to know," he indicated by pointing out the red head of the group, "has the Captain just decided to make you that boys' wean-mother, or has he decided that you being a lowly gunner was too good a job for the likes of you?" Ganttus laughed jovially with the others, the blob-like creature hissing in replacement of laughing.

The prisoner could tell that Alduin was bristling with seething rage. The salamander drew a sword.

...Jim did not like where this was heading.

A/N: Why Dimitri, WHY? That's for me to know and for you to find out... in the next exciting chapter!