Antidote

 

Antidote-

Paired Couple: Jim HawkinsXDimitri Sudayev/SLASH!/Lemon

A/N: If you don't like what's in here, too f*cking bad! Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. Anastasia belongs to Fox Animation. Huzzah! BAM! Surprise... :D

Jim was taken aback by the accusation. "Of course not! Doppler followed me here!"

"Then you might as well have dragged him here yourself!" Dimitri snapped, getting into Jim's face. "If it was just you, that would have been okay! You can handle yourself around this crew, but Dr. Doppler..." He shook his head.

"So what's the deal, Captain? Are you going to flog Doc next?"

"That's not my intention. I'll have him as the astrophysicist for the crew, so he can chart our courses throughout the galaxy. He won't be defiant, so there's no need to harm him."

"Oh! I see. And you couldn't spare me that-oww!" In his anger, Jim took a step and lurched forward in pain, his back feeling as if someone were taking the whip to it again. It was a searing agony.

Dimitri caught Jim in his arms before he fell to the floor. He sat him up on the four poster bed to prevent a fall.

The captain walked toward the closed door of his room and called through it, "Targon! Bring Groven to my quarters."

A muffled, "Aye, Captain" was heard on the other side of the door.

Dimitri turned around to face Jim. "You had disrespected my first mate. Your defiance cost you, James. I would have lost the trust and loyalty of my men if I had let you go unpunished for it. And seeing as you're a prisoner, I could not let that happen, nor let them see any possible history between us. They would mutiny..."

Jim tried hard to concentrate, given that the pain in his back was hard to bear. He struggled to remain conscious. Frowning, Jim shouted between labored pants, "So that's it then? I'm nothing to you?"

Dimitri rushed to stand before his once-lover, jaw set and nostrils flaring. "No! You are much more to me than you realize! Deep down, you know that I speak the truth."

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. Dimitri opened it to a creature that resembled a human-sized snake with arms. The tail trailed along the floor at four feet while the torso was fully supported upright at three feet of body. Jim had never seen the likes of this particular species, but he had read up on them. The species was Serpentis-ille.

Suddenly, Dimitri walked back, grabbed Jim, and threw him up against the wall with a hand around his neck.

"And, if you ever defy me, Mr. Hawkins, I will kill you myself. You decide: die where you stand, or join our ranks and swear your loyalty to me." Dimitri threatened.

Despite being half-choked, Jim glared into his eyes. Dimitri lifted an eyebrow in question. "Well?"

"Aye, Captain Sudayev. I'll join your crew." Jim mustered with a biting edge of sarcasm.

The smallest of smiles. "Good."

Dimitri let go of his neck, letting him gently slide down the wall and onto his feet. Jim went back to sitting on the bed, angered that he had been threatened for no reason.

The creature held up a small bag full of medical supplies. "What ssseemsss to be the problem here, Captain?"

"Clean up our newest recruit, Mr. Hawkins. We don't want him unable to perform his duties. His induction will begin in an hour."

"Hmmm..." The Serpentis-ille mused, scratching his chin with his claws, "Should be no problem. Ssso long asss he doesssn't ssstrugle during the procedure, he should be fine."

Digging through the burlap bag, Groven pulled out a rag, a roll of worn bandages, a bottle of strong whiskey, a rather large needle, and thread. Setting all these things on the table next to the door, he sauntered over to Jim and placed one scaly hand to his forehead. The cold skin shocked Jim where he sat, and he jumped a couple centimeters away.

"Well, the lad'sss not running a fever, ssso that'sss helpful. Mr. Hawkinsss, I'll need you to lay on your ssstomach."

Jim took off the remains of his torn shirt and threw it on the floor as he laid himself down face-first on the bed. The silk sheets were cool to his skin; the mattress soft. For a second he though he might fall asleep, when he heard Groven uncork the whiskey and poured a liberal amount on his back.

Jim hissed in pain, wincing.

Dimitri stood there, always the professional captain of his ship. But internally, he was struggling not to cry out and hold onto Jim's hand. It pained him to watch Jim in such agony, an agony that he had caused. But there was nothing he could do about it now; he had the deed carried out. All he could do for the moment was watch his once beloved grimace in torment from the wounds and do nothing else. He knew what it was like to have this procedure done. He had been lashed to that same mast countless times for disobeying orders and the like while under Captain Augustus' reign.

And the healing done by Groven himself had always been the same experience as enduring the whip.

He could empathize with the youth lying flat down on his bed.

After Groven wiped the blood and alcohol away with the cloth, he went over and picked up the needle and thread. Looping the thread through the eye of the needle, he tied it off and lowered the sharp, slightly bent point towards Jim's skin.

"Thisss'll hurt lad, brace yourssself."

Before he touched his patient with the needle, a hand caught Groven's.

"No," Dimitri said at last, taking his hand away, "let him drink a little so as to numb the pain. And let him bite into something. We don't want him thrashing about while you work."

"Agreed, Captain."

Jim felt the opening of the bottle touch his lips as he laid there, slightly shaking from the constant stinging of his back. He gulped down the liquor eagerly, feeling dehydrated, then gradually relaxed as he kept swallowing down large mouthfuls. The bottle was then set down next to the bed in easy reaching distance so that he could drink more if the pain proved too much.

Groven handed Jim his own torn shirt to bite into. The brunette put it in his mouth and bit down in anticipation.

The next second, he howled through the cloth as the needle pulled the string through his puckered flesh. The pain was almost as bad as being lashed all over again. He breathed hard through his nostrils, trying not to struggle. His back stiffened under the procedure.

Why me...?

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After the procedure, Groven packed up his medical supplies and left the room with a small salute to his captain.

Jim sat up on the bed, sweat pouring off of his limbs as he shook from exhaustion. He picked up the almost empty bottle and took the last swig, distilling the pain he felt from his stitches. There had been many, but it only took one skilled such as Groven to fix up in only fifty minutes.

Dimitri inspected his back from the other side of the bed, cringing slightly at the now pink bandages that had absorbed the alcohol and blood from Jim's stitches. Clearing his throat, he walked around the bed to face Jim.

"Are you feeling better?"

Jim shook his head.

Dimitri walked over to the small chest at the foot of the bed and opened it. He pulled out a clean shirt and threw it into Jim's lap. "Well, hopefully you will be soon, because your induction begins in less than ten minutes. I want you able-bodied so that you can attend the ceremony and be up to doing your tasks after everything is said and done."

Jim grunted, pulled on the shirt, and hobbled toward the door. With his hand on the knob, he didn't anticipate the plead that came at his back.

"James... Wait."

Sighing, he turned around. "Yes, Cap-"

Dimitri had made his way over and cornered Jim. With a deep look into his chestnut eyes, he gently pushed Jim against the door and kissed him fiercely. Several months had passed since they had last shared a passionate moment, and Jim could feel the hunger and need that Dimitri had kept inside for all that time.

Jim wove his fingers into his hair, not wanting to let go. For a moment, he had forgotten the pain and the indifference that he had suffered at the hands of Dimitri. He pretended for a while that he wasn't aboard a pirate vessel, that he hadn't been flogged into submission, and that he wasn't millions of miles away from home. He was back on Montressor, with Dimitri, sharing another wonderful moment with him.

The moment was shattered when a knock sounded at the door.

"Cap'n, we await your arrival for the induction!"

Dimitri broke the kiss, breathing hard for a moment with his forehead pressed to Jim's. Steadying his voice, he replied, "Thank you, Targon. I'll be there shortly."

With both hearts beating furiously, they looked into each others' eyes. With a last, small kiss on his lips, Dimitri pulled away from Jim and straightened his coat. Gone was the passion, to be replaced with calculation, cunning, and detachment.

"Well, let's get this over with." The Captain said in a bored manner.

Opening the door, they stepped out onto the deck of The Compass Blade.

A/N: Yep. Surgery can be such a nasty procedure... Poor Jim. I'm so mean to him. Oh well, at least he got some compensation out of it, right? ;P R&R as always! Next chapter will include another surprise! :D