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After Finding the Treasure	By : TheUnmusical Category: +S through Z > Uncharted series Views: 11135 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Uncharted series, or Drake's Fortune, or any of the characters. All of these are owned by Naughty Dog Studios. I make no money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-After the Treasure
- 1
From what Elena could remember of her parents, they were possibly the most unadventurous people who had ever lived. The most exciting story that they had told her was the one where they had been chewed out by their parents after their first date, because they arrived a half-hour after curfew. Reason? The two were necking in the back-seat of a 1958 Barracuda, nothing more.
Elena’s first date had landed in her jail.
With this difference in mind, Elena thought about what her parents would’ve said if they knew what she had done. She had spent the last few days in the presence of two men who probably had killed 40 people between the two of them over a one day period in an island in the Pacific that was once colonized by the Spanish. Of course, that was the part they could believe. What they would have never been able to believe is that she had helped stop a lunatic from selling a golden statue that probably would’ve unleashed a 28 Days Later style apocalypse on the world.
Things like that made Elena glad that her parents were long deceased, her father due to a massive heart attack when he was 44, her mother following not long after, out of grief.
Elena had been 17 at the time. Now, 6 years later, but not really 6 years wiser, Elena found herself standing guard and holding onto the railing on the aft of a boat that Victor “Goddamn” Sullivan had commandeered (e.g, killed the pirates who originally crewed it) while she and Nathan “I gotta one-liner for any occasion” Drake were busy stopping Atoq “Please shoot me” Navarro from selling the statue of El Dorado to unknown buyers who probably had no fucking clue what they were really buying, despite what Navarro had said.
Life was weird.
There was also the small hill of gold directly behind her. There were millions of dollars worth of Spanish gold, easily, which meant that she could at least pay her production company back for the trip. She’d probably need to produce another episode in a week, and there would probably be some dirty stares towards her and there might be hints about canceling her show and there could be this that and the other thing, and there was the slight fact that she had killed at least two guys and good God she had almost die-and what if someone found out, what if she was indicted, what were the laws regarding the finding of artifacts, she needed to calm down, calm down. Elena’s head was spinning, she grasped the handrail of the boat, and tried to control her breathing and the mess that threatened to rise from her stomach.
*Inhale* ONE *Exhale* Nobody would ever know about this
*inhale* TWO *Exhale* If any one of them ever talked, the other two would deny it
*Inhale* THREE *Exhale* Even if all three of them recited the same story, no one would ever believe it
*Inhale* Four *Exhale* Drake and Sully probably had outstanding warrants for arrests all over South America, since they seemed to be very knowledgable about the dangers and respective merits of Peruvian, Brazilian and Mexican prisons, so they wouldn’t want to say anything.
Elena felt her stomach quiet down and her head felt a little better. To help, she decided to think instead of one Nathan Drake, treasure hunter extraordinaire, and potential (crush? love interest? friend with benefits?) business partner. Nathan did offer her some story in return for losing the camera that had the story about finding the lost tomb of Sir Francis Drake.
For one, the man did know how to kiss, which had been proven repeatedly whenever the two could manage to keep Sully at the wheel for more than a minute, because his ribbing was downright insufferable even under the best of circumstances.
Two, Nathan was probably the healthiest man she had even met, scaling up and down cliff faces and the walls of old Spanish forts like they were nothing.
Three, the two actually did have some things in common, like a sardonic sense of humor, a liking of Riesling wine, as well as a healthy admiration of Spanish music. Elena then looked up at the starry sky, full of stars. No clouds, no light pollution, and the night seemed to be full of wonder.
Elena felt a pair of arms around her torso and she knew it was Drake. The pair of lips attacking her neck made identification elementary. Drake’s skill with kissing was making Elena legs feel weak, and her heart was starting to beat more rapidly.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Who actually.”
“Well then, who are you thinking about?”
Elena spun around, all the better to get Drake’s reaction “I was just thinking, I hope Enrique Inglesias has come to sweep me off my feet.” To be fair, Drake took it in stride.
“Well, he is very handsome, but he doesn’t seem like your type.”
“Since you’ve known me for so long, please tell me, what exactly is my type?”
“Intelligent.” Elena had to smile. Drake was a pompous ass, but at least he was a funny, flattering, pompous ass. But, he had left there was a joke that was begging to said.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to dump you then.” Laughing at your own joke is generally considered to be bad form, but Elena knew she had a good one, because Drake couldn’t formulate a response. Of course, the man then cheated, silencing Elena by kissing her.
At first the contact was light, but Drake upped the aggressiveness, and Elena felt his tongue in her mouth, which made her toes curl in delight. Drake’s hands were also active, his left hand slipping underneath Elena’s undershirt to stroke the smooth plane of her back, while the right was squeezing and caressing her ass. There was a rum aftertaste in Drake’s mouth, but Elena knew that her mouth probably tasted the same. The pirates didn’t have the good manners to pack the ship with anything other than the bare essentials, and for pirates, rum was an essential.
After a particularly vigorous squeeze, Elena let out a half-squeal, half-yelp, and she withdrew from Drake, panting. Her brain was screaming for oxygen, and the logic center of her brain was saying that she needed to calm down because they were on a boat in the Pacific, neither the time nor the place for sex.
Also, if Sullivan were to catch them, she would have to kill him before he would ever shut up.
Looking back at Drake, he had that insufferable smirk that Elena wanted to wipe off his face, so her (ill)logical response was to kiss Drake. Of course, Drake didn’t withdraw from the kiss, and his hands resumed caressing Elena, but he put both hands under Elena’s undershirt, and the roughness of the adventurer’s hand contrasted against the smoothness of the reporter’s skin was a pleasurable feeling for the couple.
As the two kissed, kissed, then kissed again, Elena felt Drake’s hand grab the hem of her shirts, and slowly begun to rise them. Withdrawing abruptly from the kiss, which prompted a slight whine from Drake, Elena barked “Drake! Hands where I can see them!”
“Do you want to wake Sully up?”
“Do you really now is the time or place for sex?”
“Well, if not now, when?”
“When we aren’t on a boat in the Pacific! What if a wave comes along and washes us off the deck? What if Sully wakes up? Not to mention the fact that a rusty pirate boat is quite possibly the least romantic place on the planet!”
“Well Sully did say that we had a strange sense of romance so-” Drake quickly stopped talking when the look in Elena’s eyes went from irritated to murderous. Finding that discretion is the better part of valor, Drake decided that his shoelaces momentarily took precedence over Elena.
Elena sighed, because she knew where Drake was coming from. Two days of solid sexual tension, numerous make-out sessions, with no way for relief, and Elena desperately needed somethi-and an idea came to her mind. The boat was anchored for the night, the sea was calm, and Sully was below deck in a bunk, so if the two were careful then it should be ok.
Drake looked up when he felt Elena’s hands clasp around his, and saw a rather devious smile on her face.
“What’re you up to?” Elena decided not to respond, instead she let her actions speak. Drake was actually dumbstruck when Elena put his hand into her cargo pants. For a long pause, neither Drake nor Elena did anything, both of them seemed to be waiting for the other to say something first. At that moment, a sudden roll in the boat pushed Drake into Elena’s, which pushed Drake’s hand into Elena’s panties.
Elena gasped loudly and bucked into Drake’s hand, and she whispered “More” into Drake’s ear. Drake found Elena’s sudden change from prudishness to ‘put your hand in my panties please’, but he supposed different strokes for different folks and he was very happy to oblige. Finding the wet spot in Elena’s panties, Drake traced the spot with his fingers, administering a little bit of pressure, which made Elena mewl in pleasure.
Elena found herself lost in pleasure, she felt hot and could feel the shirts sticking to her skin. She needed more contact with Drake, so she grabbed Drake closer, and started kissing/biting Drake’s neck. While Drake appreciated what Elena was doing, the sudden closeness was making it difficult to reciprocate the pleasure Elena was giving, and Drake prided himself on being reciprocal.
“Elena,” Drake gasped into her ear “take off your pants.”
Elena found it arousing that she had gained the upper hand against Drake, but she decided that Drake still needed to do some extra work. Instead Elena decided only to relinquish her tight hold around Drake. “That should be enough for you.” Drake did relish a challenge after all.
Although Drake was beginning to wonder if Elena had an odd fetish about being clothed while having sex, he did relish the challenge that Elena was offering. First, Drake grabbed Elena’s panties and pushed it aside, and his first touch elicited a gasp from Elena.
Elena felt a tension in her nether regions, and she desperately needed Drake to make her cum. Thankfully, Drake finally put two fingers inside her, and Elena could barely restrain a loud scream.
Drake could sense that Elena was close to cumming, so he worked up a steady rhythm, working from the boat swaying. The other hand was busy feeling Elena’s ass, increasing Elena’s arousal to an almost unbearable level. At some point the two had begun kissing each other, and Elena was glad for that, otherwise her moans would have woken Sullivan up. Elena could feel the tension in her pussy build up to a point that was almost physically painful degree.
Thankfully a lifetime of one-night stands a two month relationships built on sex and not much else had given Drake practice in drawing out a woman’s orgasm. Drake slowed down the rhythm he had built up, which prompted much protest from Elena, and began teasing Elena’s ass. This action prompted Elena to withdraw from kissing and she hissed in Drake’s ear “Goddamn you Drake, I will punch you again-”
This would-be angry tirade was swiftly cut off by Drake, who pushed in three fingers, while also stimulating Elena’s clitoris with his thumb.
Elena could feel her orgasm cresting, and she bit Drake’s shoulder in order to keep from screaming. While coming down from cloud nine, she felt her legs wobbling, and if Drake hadn’t been there to keep her steady, Elena felt she would’ve fallen from the boat into the sea.
Now that would’ve been an undignified death.
Coming down from her high, Elena noticed that Drake was staring at her in a sort of confused way, like he didn’t know exactly what to do. Hooking her arms around Drake’s neck, Elena brought Drake down for a long, languorous kiss. Both tongues twisted around each other, and Elena could taste something distinctly sweet, a flavor that called back to blurry memories of college.
After the two withdrew, Elena had a devious grin on her face, one that worried Drake to no end, so he just had to ask about it.
“Alright, what’re you smirking about?”
In lieu of answering, Elena instead took the hand that Drake used to bring her to orgasm, and began licking the fingers off. Drake, seemingly understood instantly what Elena was getting at, and he blushed, which Elena found hilarious.
“Well at least, hahaha, we know what you like!”
This sent Drake into a little pout, and Elena found that absolutely adorable, which made her laugh harder. Some pressure applied to Elena’s crotch, however, quickly turned the laughter into moans, and Drake could feel his erection grow and press painfully against his jeans, which was extremely uncomfortable for him.
“Hey, Elena, would you like to go further?” This drew Elena short, because she knew what Drake was asking. On the one hand, she was still on a boat in the middle of the Pacific, but the seas were calm, and she was still feeling very much aroused, as was Drake judging by his pants. Elena kissed Drake again, and whispered back “Sure.” For Drake, the answer excited him to no end, but he had the presence of mind to be careful with what he did.
Slowly, Drake unbuttoned and then unzipped Elena’s cargo pants, and then dropped to his knees, kissing and licking the inside of Elena’s thighs. The thighs tasted of caked sweat, which made sense considering the exertions of both of them over the last few days, but Drake didn’t mind. For Elena, the attention that was being paid to her thighs and legs were arousing her once again. Drake had a system where he slowly lick one patch of skin, then gently bite and kiss her skin. Repeat ad naseum, and Elena had to hold on to the railing with both her hands in order to stand.
After taking a minor eternity of taking of Elena’s pants, with a generous heaping of attention lavished on Elena’s legs, Drake finally came back to Elena’s panties, which by that point were soaked clear through.
“Simple cotton?”
“...shut up...”
After that observation at Elena’s expense, Drake dragged the panties down, uncovering Elena’s pussy. The outer lips were bright, and Drake parted them to reveal Elena’s inner lips, which were contracting slightly. Drake gently blew some air, and was rewarded with a low moan from Elena, which caused Drake to smile. It was nice to know that his efforts were being appreciated. When Drake gave Elena’s pussy a long slow lick from the bottom to top, with a giving only a slight contact to the clitoris, Elena’s moans was replaced by a series of short sharp gasps for breath.
Elena’s eyes closed, and she could barely focus on a single thought for longer than a second, and the thoughts she did have tended to something along the lines of ohgodwhywashesodamnedgood! and there was only so much Elena could take. Her knuckles were bone white from the death-grip she had on the railing, and she felt so good, and there was too much stimulation, way too much, and all conscious thought was being focused on her pussy.
Which is why she suddenly felt that the world was empty when Drake pulled away from her pussy altogether. Opening her eyes, she saw Drake shucking off his pants and underwear, revealing his cock. Forming coherent thoughts, Elena realized that Drake had been doing most of the work, and she decided that now it was her turn to take the initiative. Elena put both hands on Drake’s shoulders, and gently pushed him towards back away from the railing, and down towards the floor. Once Drake was fully prone on the ground, Elena mounted on top of him, legs on both sides of Drake’s chest, and she could feel Drake’s erection poking into the cleft of her ass.
“When you’re about to cum, tell me, ok?” Drake nodded, and Elena took a deep breath, and she took Drake’s cock in her hand, and guided it to her pussy. Although Elena was wet from the seemingly infinite foreplay, it had been some time since she had been penetrated, so taking things slowly was a must.
For his part, Drake let Elena dictate the pace, which she had been doing pretty much the entire time. This time, however, Drake was having trouble not thrusting more, because of Elena’s pussy, and the extreme amounts of pleasure he was receiving. Being a good gentleman, however, Drake forced himself to calm the fuck down, and let Elena do what she needed to do.
After a slow minute, Elena felt her ass resting on Drake, and she saw that she was fully impaled. Looking at Drake, who looked concerned, she felt herself relax. “How you feeling?” Drake asked.
“I’m feeling ok.” Elena replied, slightly breathless.
“Well, I had hoped that I made you feel better than ‘ok’ by this point.” Elena laughed at that, and lightly punched Drake’s arm. “Ok, you made feel alot better than ok. Does this salvage your precious ego?”
“I suppose, but it’s always good to get some positive reinforcement.” After that statement, Elena lifted herself slightly off Drake, and pushed back down, eliciting a gasp from the two. Gathering up her courage, Elena raised up higher, and dropped down with more force.
Slowly, Elena worked up a rhythm, and she leaned over Drake, and put her hands on both sides of Drake’s head to gain more leverage for her thrusts. Drake didn’t abandon all initiative, and his hands were busy kneading Elena’s asscheeks, and he noticed that Elena’s breasts were still trapped inside her shirts, so he grabbed the hem of her shirts, and lifted them. Elena complied by stilling her thrusts, and raising her arms so that the shirts could pass over. Utilizing the lull in Elena’s thrusts, Drake sat up, so Elena was now sitting in his lap, legs then locking around his body. Elena retaliated by taking Drake’s shirt off, and after the shirt was discarded the two instantly locked lips as Drake began thrusting into Elena vigorously.
The skin-on-skin contact was gratifying for Elena and Drake, and the friction created a nice slow-burn contact to the sudden spikes of pleasure that came from the thrusts. Both Elena and Drake were panting into the other one’s mouth, and their tongues were intertwined and fought for dominance.
Elena could feel her second orgasm coming, and she felt herself reaching a peak that surpassed anything she could remember. After a particularly sharp thrust by Drake, Elena saw lights behind her eyes, and felt her walls clench around Drake.
For a second, Drake thought he was going to cum inside of Elena, but thankfully he was able to control himself for at least long enough to groan out something that resembled “I’m...cumming” and Elena seemed to understand, because she got off Drake’s cock, but then proceeded to wrap her hand around Drake’s cock, with pre-cum oozing out of the top, and it only took a few quick thrusts before Drake groaned and three large spurts of semen came out and stained the deck of the ship. Shortly after, Drake collapsed on the deck, and Elena joined him, cuddling on his left side.
Elena was in a euphoric state, and the post-coital cuddling, with Elena drawing nonsense patterns on Drake, who was resting one hand the small of her back, was definitely prolonging the mood.
After a minute or so, Elena sensing her eyelids beginning to droop, Drake spoke up, saying “We really should find out clothes and put them on at some point.”
“Guess you don’t want Sully to see you naked?” Elena joked back, tilting her head to look back at Drake.
“Oh no, I’m worried that he’ll see you naked. Sully stole my first girlfriend, you know that? Came in my hotel room while I was taking a shower, and started making out with my girl on my bed.” Drake disengaged from Elena, stood up, and started gathering up both sets of clothes that were strewn over the deck.
“That dastardly son-of-a-bitch.” That stopped Drake short, and he looked slightly nonplussed for a beat at Elena, and then broke out in laughter. “You definitely got that right.”
A minute of silence passed between the Elena and Drake as they put on their clothes, and Drake found himself sneaking peaks at Elena beautiful unclothed body, before it was covered up again. After both were fully reclothed, they walked back to edge of the deck, and stared out towards the horizon, side by side, hands entwined.
“Is this normal for you?” Elena suddenly blurted out and Drake looked at her quizzically. “Not the whole monster thing, but everything else, the pirates, the danger, is all of that normal for you?”
“Sorta, yeah. This is like any other job, things feel like normal after awhile.”
“And will there be any repercussions?” Drake knew what she was asking, and he quickly reassured Elena, “No, none. Roman was a dick and a loner, he had nobody who would come after us.”

“I was thinking in terms of legal repercussions, but thanks for reassuring me that no gunmen will come for me in the middle of the night.”
Awkward chuckle. “Sorry about that. As far as I could tell, that island has been decades, ever since the Nazis. No one will come looking for anything, nobody will find the bodies, and most of all, no one will have any idea you were involved. As far as anyone knows, you were thousands of miles away.”
“What about the gold?”
“Me and Sully have a system worked out. We’ll piece the collection out, offload at multiple places, so no one will suspect a thing.”
Elena knew she should be more worried, but Drake seemed to know what he was doing. Her concerns temporarily quelled, she fell back into silence. For a minute or so, the two were quiet, with only the waves providing any sound and then Drake broke the silence.
“You know, there are only two bunks, but you can sleep with me.”
Elena gave Drake a quick look. “So you want me to sleep in a small bunk, cramped, with a bad mattress, and probably wake up to get teased by Sully in the morning?”
“Well, when you put it that way it se-”
“Sure.” That stopped Drake’s embarrassed response, and the two silently snuck into Drake’s bunk below the deck. It took some time, but the two found a modicum of comfort laying on their sides, staring at each other. The two shared a quick kiss, and drifted away into a sweet slumber.

In the morning, Sully quickly noticed that Drake’s bunk was holding one more person then the designer had intended, a certain blonde with a fearsome right hook. While this was certainly prime material, Sully felt like teasing Elena would end up badly. She was a good kid, and Sully felt a certain protective feeling for her.
Drake, on the other hand, was fair game. With that comforting thought in mind, Sully went out to retract the anchor, and head back towards land. With luck, they would make landfall that day, and they could unload the treasure, and pay off some debtors. Maybe that only applied to him, but hey, it was still a man could dream.

Oh Uncharted: Drake's Fortune, I really wish that I could play you again with a fresh mind, but your big brothers, Among Thieves and Deception are so much better. You were alot of fun in your own time though.
In all seriousness, the Uncharted series is one of the best game series of the PS3, and the beating heart of the series is the relationship between Elena and Drake. Hopefully I did it some justice. There'll definitely be another chapter, and I have the idea in my mind, just have to force myself to write.
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