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One Night in Zandalar	By : ShigeSato Category: +S through Z > World of Warcraft Views: 816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-One Night in Zandalar
- 1
In the pitch darkness of the moonless Zandalarian night, the Bold Arva was anchored off the shore of Zuldazar, its crew snoring in their quarters and its captain passed out in his cabin, empty bottle of whiskey still caught in his grip. Not all were sleeping soundly, though. The gentle rocking of the ocean's swell, coupled with the creaking of the wood and lap of the waves against the hull, was almost enough to soothe Mathias Shaw's grizzled old bones to sleep. Almost, but not quite.
The spymaster sighed and turned over once again in his small feathered hammock, his latent seasickness lurking in his stomach, and his unease about the mission ahead occupying his tired brain. Chasing the Dark Rangers across Zandalar was no mean feat for any man, and trying to accomplish it with the need for the utmost secrecy in the face of the armistice, in the company of a scruffy crew of pirates, was enough to keep Shaw awake, turning every fact and detail over in his mind, determined to make this pursuit a success. Never yet in his many long years as SI:7 chief had he failed his king, and he intended to keep that streak running.
Sighing again, he sat up, careful not to bump his grizzled head against the low ceiling of the cabin. He had been assigned his own private quarters on the ship next to Fairwind's, but despite being afforded all the luxuries that a sailor's life could reasonably afford him, he still yearned for the comfort of his desk in Stormwind, with its solid and stable floor, the quiet of solitude and dry feet. Alas, until their mission was complete, Anduin had made it clear that Shaw was not to return.
Grimacing, his old joints stiff in the sea air, Shaw rolled himself out of his hammock and headed up to the deck. Perhaps some fresh air would do him good, wear out his busy mind so that his exhausted body could get the sleep it so sorely needed. Quietly, with the stealth of a true spymaster, he made his way to the top of the ship and leaned against the wheel. Nobody was around in the dead of the night - not even a gull swooped overhead. He was alone with his thoughts and the endless ocean.
Shaw closed his eyes, allowing the breeze to rock him gently, pushing his hair back off his face and bringing with it the smell of salt and spray. It reminded him vaguely of Fairwind, that smell - the combination of whiskey, salt and soap that he had found so intoxicating in the captain's cabin the other day. He hadn't thought much about that moment since it happened, trying to put it out of his mind in favour of other, more pressing matters, but now that he was alone and unoccupied, he allowed his mind to drift to more pleasurable pursuits.
Never had he thought of Fairwind in such a manner before. Certainly, the man was pleasant to look at, his long hair tied back in a roughshod ponytail and his scruffy, roguish smile belying the twinkle of mischief he carried in his eyes. Shaw was certain that young ladies across Azeroth would, and probably many had, succumbed to his undeniable charm. He, though, was not a young lady, and the sailor's appeal, for him, lay deeper than simply what showed on the surface. Fairwind had opened up to him about his mother, about things that had haunted him, things that had changed him, and Shaw understood his troubles and felt a strong connection with the other man. He, too, had lost family to thievery, and had to come to terms with what that meant for his own life, and how he could move forward and make the best of himself. Though he and Fairwind had taken very different paths in their respective lives, the decisions that they had made had led them ultimately to this point, both following the exact same quarry in the name of the crown.
"Bit late to be out here, don't you think?" a voice cut through the still night and disrupted his musings. The object of his thoughts stepped out on deck behind him as he turned to look, yawning widely and stretching his arms. Shaw's stomach leapt at the sight of him, and it wasn't anything to do with seasickness.
"Couldn't sleep," he responded thickly, masking his nervousness at this unfamiliar situation with a gruff tone. "Thought I'd come out here, get a bit of air and see if I couldn't tire myself out somehow."
Flynn stepped up behind him, very close - was he imagining it, or was that closer than a person would usually stand? - then passed him and placed his hands on the railing, staring out into the vast ocean. The scent of whiskey and soap that had so enticed him lingered on the breeze. "Asking the stars for answers?"
"Something like that," Shaw replied, distracted. How had this man come to affect him so?
Flynn grinned, his lopsided smile covering his face, ragged facial hair almost sparkling with the reflection from the surface of the waves. "Did they have any?"
The spymaster shook his head. "Not tonight. Nor any night, I fear. Tyrande and her elves may find their answers from Elune, but the sky has always been silent to me. Sylvanas continues to elude us, and with every moment she gains ground. I can't let go of the feeling that I'm missing something, some key part of this puzzle…"
He stopped talking as Flynn stepped even closer. They were within a hair's breadth of touching, side by side on the deck, and this was definitely closer than the captain would usually stand. His heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest as he tried to concentrate on what he was talking about, on the mission ahead of them and his worries about the Dark Rangers, not on the warmth radiating off Fairwind's body.
"I think," Flynn replied after a beat, his voice carefully masked, "that it's easy to feel frustrated and to want to push yourself to solve it faster, to find the solution, but spending too much time overthinking something can cause you to miss even more. You need to let go of it for a while, and when you examine it again, things might be much clearer."
"You're right," Shaw ran a hand through his hair. "I just find it hard to occupy my mind when I know my work is left unfinished."
"Perhaps I can help to distract you," the pirate replied, a quaver in his voice. He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "If you're willing to engage in my kind of fun."
As he finished his sentence, he turned to face Shaw, and even in the darkness he could make out the flushed, heated look the captain gave him. A moment passed, electricity hanging in the air between them as their eyes met, and then Fairwind's eyes flickered down to his lips, and conscious thought left him as he moved instinctively to capture the younger man in a searing kiss.
Flynn responded enthusiastically, his arms wrapping around Shaw's back and his fingers coming to rest in his hair, pressing himself teasingly against the spymaster and revealing the extent of his attraction as a growing bulge pressed insistently against his thigh. Shaw groaned involuntarily at the feeling, opening his mouth to allow Flynn's questing tongue entrance, his moustache prickling against the scraggly beard in a way that made him tingle all over. Flynn tasted, predictably, of whiskey, but there was a subtle hint of something else, something rich and dark that was undeniably Flynn.
The pressure in his trousers was growing insistent as they kissed passionately, and he could feel Fairwind's shaft straining against his thigh as well. Briefly he wondered how much the other man had had to drink, and whether they should be doing this when Fairwind could possibly be inebriated, but his doubts were put to rest a moment later when Flynn released his mouth with a primal growl, his hands running down Shaw's shoulders to his hips, and placed his forehead against Shaw's.
"I've wanted to do that to you since the moment you stepped on my ship," he confessed breathlessly, eyes closed and hands gripping his hips tightly. "I just couldn't find the moment."
"Well," Shaw replied, surprising himself with his audacity, "now you've found it, what are you going to do with it?"
Fairwind's eyes snapped open, accepting his challenge, and with another deep growl he attacked Shaw's lips once more, his tongue finding its way inside the other man's mouth as he pushed him back against the railing, pressing his body insistently into him. It had been a long time since Shaw had engaged in anything like this - not just sex for the sake of pleasure, but something raw, needy, desperate. He felt himself giving control over to the captain willingly, excited for what was to come, his heartbeat pounding in his ears with the anticipation.
"Shall we move this somewhere more comfortable?" he suggested, panting, and Fairwind nodded, hands not leaving Shaw's body even as they made their way down the stairs and into the captain's cabin. Shaw was careful to lock the door behind them as they entered, glancing around the room for any hidden foes on a spy's instinct. Fairwind reluctantly parted from him to shrug off his coat, and Shaw did the same, dropping his black uniform to the floor and pulling up his shirt to reveal a chest of tight, curly hair, his muscles rippling as he threw his garment down to join his overcoat.
He looked up at Flynn and caught his breath. The man was beautiful - his tanned chest bore many scars, each more alluring than the last - and his taut stomach gave way to a thin trail of hair that led teasingly below his belt. He had let his hair down and it flowed around his shoulders in a red halo. What caught Shaw more than anything else, though, was the heated, wanting look in his gaze, as though he were a man dying of thirst in the desert of Uldum and had just now found the oasis he had been so long seeking. Never in his life had anyone looked at Shaw with such hunger, such passion, and it was almost too much to take in.
A moment of stillness passed between the two, their heavy breathing filling the room; then, almost at once, they moved together, clasping one another tightly, their lips finding each other as they fell onto Flynn's unkempt bed. Shaw groaned as he landed on something with edges, and he pulled a liquor bottle out from underneath him. Flynn laughed into the kiss, taking it from him and uncorking it. Instead of taking a swig as Shaw had expected, though, the captain's eyes glittered and he let it gently pour out over Shaw's chest and stomach, dripping gently down the plane of his abdominals and pooling in his navel.
Fairwind set down the bottle and went to work, his tongue travelling all over the older man's chest, chasing the droplets. Shaw couldn't keep in an aroused moan as Flynn's tongue passed over his nipple, and the captain stopped, sucking on it, his tongue flicking around it as he grazed the skin ever so lightly with his teeth. Shaw felt his hips buck involuntarily against the captain's thigh, and he grinned into his chest, letting up his assault on the nipple only to move over and attack its twin.
Shaw's hands grabbed at Flynn's hair in abject pleasure, reveling in the feeling of being teased in such a way. Fairwind ceased his suckling to move further down Shaw's body, licking up the trail of liquor until he reached his navel, when he let his tongue dip gently into the small pool that had collected and drank from it. Shaw shuddered at the strange but welcome feeling, drawing Flynn back up to his face where he kissed him roughly, sharing the alcoholic taste. Fairwind allowed some of the liquor to pass into his mouth and he swallowed, feeling the burn as it slid down his throat.
Unable to wait any longer, Shaw gripped at Fairwind's belt, his fingers nimbly untying it with the grace of a seasoned rogue. He pulled it off and soon the pirate's trousers followed, leaving his swollen shaft standing proud in his tented underwear. Fairwind was breathing heavily but made no move to stop him as Shaw unwrapped his prize, hungry eyes fixed on the thick veins and purple head of the younger man's arousal. He wasted no time in pressing Flynn down onto the sheets and crawling atop him, hands either side of his hips, and leaning down to taste the weeping tip.
Flynn made a strangled noise as his tongue made contact, which turned into a keening moan as Shaw allowed his lips to open around the shaft, swallowing the length all the way down. Many advantages came with his profession, and one of them was having learned to suppress his body's reactions, including the urge to gag. He comfortably fit the entire thing down his throat, and using his tongue to massage the base, began to move back and forth, his saliva coating the length. Fairwind gasped and rolled his hips forward into the movement, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and his hands gripping the feathery pillows on the bed, lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Shaw watched the agonised pleasure on his partner's face and grinned to himself through the movement, happy to see he could still please a man so. It had been some time since he'd done this. He reached down with a free hand and began to roll Fairwind's testicles gently in his fingers, prompting another breathy moan.
Suddenly, he felt movement behind him, and his trousers began to slip down. Flynn had reached his arm around to Shaw's belt and unbuckled it, tugging on his trousers. Shaw paused his ministrations to help the captain rid him of his garments, freeing his own fairly impressive member, which the other man stared at with dilated pupils, his arousal twitching. Shaw knew he was relatively well endowed, and it was always interesting to see what reaction his partner would have to it. Flynn's gaze held nothing but unadulterated desire.
Encouraged, Shaw resumed his work on the captain's shaft, closing his eyes as his nose pressed against the thatch of hair at the base. Flynn groaned again, thrusting upwards, and his hands grabbed at Shaw's behind, cupping it in his palms and squeezing roughly. Shaw felt tingles run up his spine as Flynn's fingers spread his cheeks apart and dipped down to find his entrance, ghosting over it and causing it to twitch in pleasure and anticipation. Ever so gently, careful not to cause undue harm, the tip of one finger nudged its way inside his sphincter, and he let out a long, shuddering moan around Flynn's member.
"Gods, Mathias," Fairwind croaked, "you've got to stop, I'll not be able to hold on much longer. It feels too good."
Reluctantly, but definitely unwilling to end their diversion so soon, Shaw pulled himself off of Flynn, just as the second finger pried its way past his entrance. He gasped, and Flynn paused momentarily, his movement freezing. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
"No, gods, keep going," Shaw panted out, twisting around to make the angle more comfortable for Flynn to penetrate him. The captain did as he was ordered, his fingers probing deeper, up to the knuckle, working to loosen Shaw's entrance even as his arousal twitched and strained with need.
"I want to taste you," Flynn blurted out, moving underneath Shaw once more, right under his proud erection. "Please, put it in my mouth - you look absolutely delicious."
Shaw wasn't about to decline. As Fairwind added a third finger to his stretched hole, he thrust forward into his waiting mouth, and moaned deeply as he felt his member engulfed by the warm wetness. He couldn't fit all of it in, but Flynn made up for that, sucking hard on it, his tongue running erratically over the head, dipping into the slit at the top and tasting Shaw's ejaculate. He hummed as he pushed his fingers harder into the spymaster's back entrance, his sphincter twitching in pleasure as Shaw thrust roughly forward.
As experienced as he was, Shaw still didn't want to do this without any lubrication - he needed to be able to walk tomorrow, and while it wasn't as large as his own, Flynn's member was still very sizeable. He glanced around the room for something they could use, and his gaze fell upon the mixture Flynn used to brush his hair into place and keep it neat. He reached over and managed to grab it from where it lay on the side table. Flynn got the message and removed his fingers from Shaw's behind, dipping them instead into the pot of mixture to slick them up.
Shaw felt empty at the loss, his backside aching uncomfortably, but sighed in pleasure as Flynn pushed the digits back in, all the way up to the knuckle, crooking them inside him. The passage was much easier now, and all of a sudden he found himself unable to wait another second. "Now, Fairwind. I'm ready."
Flynn released his member with a pop, sucking the last drops of moisture from the tip, then with a hungry gaze, he dipped his hand into the mixture again, this time slathering his length with it, adding to the coating of saliva from Mathias's earlier endeavours. Shaw positioned himself above the pirate, staring down to his tanned chest, rippling muscles, and handsome, scruffy smile. He felt the tip nudging him, and braced himself as it slid inside, filling him in a way he only just now realised he had been craving for some time. That intoxicating scent of whiskey, soap and salt lingered around him as Fairwind's scrotum met the cleft of his backside, and he sighed in pleasure.
Slowly at first, then picking up speed quickly, Fairwind began to thrust, each resounding slap of flesh on flesh adding to the torrid heat and smell of sex that permeated the room. Mathias groaned, descending in time to meet Flynn's upward movement, chasing the pleasurable feeling when the tip of his shaft hit him in just the right place. There - there - he felt his pleasure grow into a crescendo as Fairwind began to nail it with every thrust, one hand on his hip to steady him as the other caressed his weeping length, pulling the skin down in a way that made him shudder.
"Fairwind - Flynn - I'm coming!" he exploded, his voice hoarse as he collapsed onto the younger man, his backside clenching as ropes of sticky ejaculate erupted from his length, covering the captain's chest and stomach. With a grunt, Flynn pushed into his pulsing hole, strong arms holding him in place, and he felt a warm flood of seed fill his bowels, Fairwind's member throbbing inside him.
Both men sighed in unison as they came down off their high. Shaw moved off Fairwind, the softening member sliding out of him, causing a thin stream of white seed to follow it. Fairwind's hand caught him as he moved off the bed, his fingers slowly slipping over his skin, as though he didn't want to let him go. His heart tugged at him strangely, but he ignored it, standing and moving to find his discarded clothing.
"Quite the diversion, I'd say," Flynn commented as he watched Shaw dress, lying naked on his bed and still covered in their combined mess. While Shaw watched, he took one finger - one of the ones that had previously been inside him - and drew it through the liquid, then allowed it to drip onto his waiting tongue. The spymaster watched every movement, his softened member beginning to stir again. "Shame you have to leave so soon."
Shaw glanced through the window. The sun was not yet on the horizon, but it couldn't be long until dawn, and they had to be on their way early if they were to have a chance at catching Sylvanas. Thoughts of work once more began to crowd his overtired brain, and he closed his eyes, feeling a wave of sudden exhaustion wash over him.
"Shaw. Mathias." Fairwind sat up, looking at him with seriousness this time, all traces of teasing gone. "Look, if you want to return to your quarters right now and sleep alone, or work on your maps or whatever you need to do, I won't stop you. I know how important this job is. But - my completely honest opinion, no personal agenda - I think you need to rest. The crew can see it, and I can see it. You're overworked, you're exhausted, and you're not at your best. If you take a couple of days to relax a little, it might be that you find the breakthrough you need and we catch up to her all the faster."
Shaw sighed, running a hand over his face. The damned pirate was right. He wasn't focused, and he wasn't performing at the level he needed to in order to match wits with the Banshee Queen. He let his palm fall and looked up at Fairwind, his moustache twitching as he grinned. "No personal agenda, eh?"
"None," Fairwind's sly smile crept back onto his face. "Although, if you decided you did want to stick around, I'd definitely enjoy having you return the favour with that...equipment of yours." His eyes drifted downwards, and Shaw's member stirred again. "I've had the sample, but I'd rather like the full experience."
Shaw raised an eyebrow, playing Flynn's game. Just for once, he'd do something for himself, SI:7 be damned. "Oh? And how might that go?" He paced over to the end of the bed and leaned forward, allowing his eyes to roam fully and obviously over Flynn's naked form.
The captain grinned. "Why don't you let me show you?"
Shaw closed his eyes as his lips met Fairwind's in another hungry kiss, allowing himself to be pulled back onto the bed and casting off his shirt once more.
The mission could wait one more day.
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