Not all treasure is silver and gold - Chapter 28

Title:  Not all treasure is silver and gold
Author: karinvam
Pairing: Argg maties… This is Vam!
Rating: NC-17. Romance, humor, fluff and little angst
Disclaimer: This could have happened if Bam and Ville lived around 1700 and Ville had been a pirate and….*sigh* Alright, this never happened…I don’t own shit. *sobs*

Summary: (Not a Pirate of the Caribbean parody! Ville is not Jack, Bam is not Will) Highly catholic Brandon Margera is the 15 year old son of the governor, on his way to his new boarding school. 27 year old Captain Valo is the feared captain of the notorious pirate ship: The black heart. What happened if Valo’s pirate ship comes across this valuable boy and kidnaps him for ransom?
Warning: This story contains a sexual relationship between a 15 year old boy and a 27 year old man. Sex, bad language and violence….This story has it. You don’t like that stuff? Than please do not read.

A/N: Chapter 28! You guys, I am on a roll here and I am trying to keep that up because I cant wait for the smex to finall happen! LOL Huge spoiler there (noo not really...) Anyway, you guys rock my world!!Thank you all sooo miuch for all the wonderful and sweet comments you are spoiling me with! SOme of you even remembered my birthday! GAH! That really is too cool! Love you'll tons! =D
Ohh I am totally promoting my Vam shop since I am all proud of it hihi! SO chekc it out!
I hope you enjoy this one pretty people!
Dedicated to Villespunkcbitch for being my gall and for wanting to go to Helsinki with me! =D

Ahoy me good crew!!

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Previous Chapters:
Chapter 1 - Pirates!
Chapter 2 - Its all true
Chapter 3 - Yes Captain
Chapter 4 - Never trust a pirate
Chapter 5 - Waking up in hell
Chapter 6 - Not that innocent
Chapter 7 - Right Decision, Wrong Choice
Chapter 8 - Damn him!
Chapter 9 - Missed a spot
Chapter 10 - C'est une belle histoire
Chapter 11 -Kisses and Dramaqueens
Chapter 12 - Damaged
Chapter 13 - Liar
Chapter 14 - Saved to kill you
Chapter 15 - When I need you most
Chapter 16 - No black no white
Chapter 17 - All Better
Chapter 18 - Last night was a lie
Chapter 19 - Todat would be hell
Chapter 20 - It was you
Chapter 21 -You were me
Chapter 22 - Just like me
Chapter 23 - God no...Please no...
Chapter 24 - Together
Chapter 25 - Free
Chapter 26 - Take me home
Chapter 27 - Dream

Chapter 28 - Bedrest

He kept me in his room those following days. Weeks maybe.

I lost track of all time as I only had the small window to give me an idea of when the sun would rise and set. And sleeping most of the day brought my entire system out of balance.

But I needed the rest, and he made sure I got it.

Having me stay in his bed night and day so I could heal. Giving me the time to rest and strengthen instead of forcing me to help with the work needing to be done on the ship.

Sending over Dani to keep me company during the hours I was alone and not asleep, so he could proceed with teaching me to read and write properly. Knowing I enjoyed every minute of it.

Having Migé to bring me three meals a day. Meals he insisted I finished completely.

And putting Gas in charge of the rest of his duties so he could spend the most of his time in the room with me.

He took care of me like a loved one, and in church itself I would not have been this well nurtured by the nuns. 

He wanted me to sleep, as well as drink plenty. Always changing the cloth around my waste and keeping it clean as well as he could. So it wouldn’t get infected, he had said. People had died from such infections. I was lucky enough I had not been stabbed very deep.

All my organs seemed intact, he had told me, and so I had been reassured things would indeed be all right.

He kept me positive, awake and alive. Because of him, I wanted to survive.

I wanted to get better.

We practised walking every day, until I could actually move myself forwards without winching in pain. Healing quicker then I had expected, and knowing it was because of the good care.

I walked up and down the hall without collapsing in only seven days, and I could see the pride in his eyes when I got back to the room to fall into his arms.

Sometimes he would carry me, and lift me into the bed. Telling me how strong I was. Praising me for my bravery. He would sit on the bed and talk with me. Holding me as I slowly drifted off.

Yet, other times he would not show until the evening would fall, or would hardly speak a word to me.

Then he would simply tell me I needed to sleep. And he would sit as his desk writing fiercely onto parchment with a beautiful quill.

Dark light he was. Unpredictable as the sea itself. Hot yet cold. But he cared, and that never changed.

He did not touch me sexually that week. Nor did he speak of us being together in such a way.

He did not look at me naked. He did not sleep in the nude next to me anymore.

There was no lust in his eyes. Simply tenderness and worry when he kissed me.

I loved him more than ever.

When he was gone, and Dani could not keep me company, I would lay on my side and stared at the chair in the corner.

He had placed my gift on it, so I could see.

So it would encourage me to get better so I could use it properly.

Boots. Black boots. Just like his. Real boots for a pirate. And the most beautiful, shining boots I had ever seen.

For me, he had bough them. For me alone to wear.

They were mine he had said, and I would never have to return them.

It was the most beautiful gift I had ever received.

“Bammie, sweet?”

He had asked me on an afternoon, about one and a half week after the stabbing incident. Sitting behind his desk as he had laid down the quill he had been writing with.

Letting the ink dry before rolling up the paper and tugging it away in his drawer.

The only thing on this ship that had a lock on it. His diary.

I had torn my eyes off my shining boots in the corner, to see him turning around in his chair to face me. For the first time with me not under the sheets, but on top of them and dressed in clean breeches and a red shirt.

Unbuttoned, and hanging loosely around my upper body. He had asked me to keep it open so he could inspect my wounds without having to undress me.

Yet again, he also seemed very fond of drawing invisibly patterns on my exposed chest with his finger while he spooned me during the nights.

It was simply too hot to lay under the covers during the day, and so I had stopped doing it

“Yes?”

I sat up as I answered him. Slowly, but finally able to do so without collapsing back into the mattress.

He stood up from the chair, and when he grabbed his coat hanging from the seat I knew he was leaving me.

“The crew needs me today, and Dani will also be needed on the deck. So you will be spending today on your own.”

“Why do they need you?” I asked him. His announcement annoying me as I knew no one up there needed him more than I did.

What were they doing that would keep him from me for an entire day?

As annoyed I was with his announcement, more annoyed he seemed by my question as he rolled his eyes and growled under his breath.

“I am the Captain, kid. Don’t let yourself forget that.”

I hated it so when he called me kid. I made my feelings for him feel wrong. And his intentions towards me all the more.

I now pulled my body fully into a sitting position, and I noticed him frown as he inspected me carefully. Not wanting me to move to fast and hurt myself, I knew.

He had seemed obsessed with it ever since it had happened.

“I am not forgetting, trust me. I just want to know what is so important that you are leaving me here by myself all day long. What is different today?”

He hissed between his teeth at my words as I spoke them almost rudely. I knew I was getting too comfortable around him, and that this could lead to serious trouble. Yet I could not stand being away from him too long, being in need of such care, and wanting him alone to do it.

Him leaving me, I knew I could manage for a day. He knew I could. Still I had been so spoiled by his company I wanted him with me as much as possible.

This was the day I had wanted to try on my boots for the first time.

Now he wouldn’t be here when I did.

His body tensed, as he leaned over to place both his hand on each side of my hips. Staring into my eyes as his upper lip curled to show me his teeth. Beautiful like a wild cat.

“Today is different because I tell you it’s different. I will not be with you today. That is how it is simply because I tell you.”

He warned me with a low, quiet whisper. Giving me the opportunity to see down his shirt with it’s low V-neck as leaning forward. White as the clouds, with cream skin stained with ink all the way down to his belly.

Making me shiver and bite my lip as I could see his satin soft skin moving from the rippling muscles underneath in his anger. Sick enough as it was, he turned me on when he was angry like his.

Looking like a tiger ready to jump on me. Secretly I wished he would. It had been so long since he had touched me, I started to miss it more than fear it.

It made me wonder if he still desired me.

“I see.”

I bit back quietly, only to earn a growl from him as he suddenly grabbed my upper legs with his hands. My body jumping from the sudden movement that caused a jolt to shoot trough my veins.

"Don't get smart with me boy. You think it is normal for a Captain to hang out with his sick cabin boy all day? Do you think it won't make the others wonder?"

His eyes narrowed as he asked me the question, his face lingering in the air only inches away from mine.

I wished he would just kissed me, as his breath tickled my skin softly.

And I knew why today was different.

"I embarrass you."

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Part 2