A/N: please be gentle XD this is the most fun I’ve had writing a solo fic since ND and I loved every fucking moment of this :D

This is a dedication to my darlings Alex and Wu-bb who really helped me come up with lots of inspiring ideas and encouraged a lot of this and Wu also gave me the idea of the name, luff u bb's <3333

DC: I DON’T KNOW OR OWN ANY CHARACTER IN THIS FIC, IT IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NONE OF THIS IS REAL

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“Mike this will take forever.” Chester coughed loudly as his lover rooted through the attic, searching through some dusty boxes and such. Mike hadn’t realized how filthy this place was, this was the last time he offered to clean his parents attic when they went away for the week. Chester sighed and leaned against the door frame. The diva was bored, he didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be home with his lover, in their hot tub making hot love but noooo, Mike had to be the best son he could and help his parents.

“Baby I just want to get a start on it and then we can go home and I’ll tear your ass up.” he said with a smile and saw Chester turn his face away. He knew he was smirking, he knew how to get in his lover’s good books even if Chester would try hide it. “We wont be here for more than an hour, I promise.”

3 hours later and Chester was sitting on the attic stairs with an iced tea in one hand, sipping with this discontented look on his face.

“We wont be more than an hour babe.” he said in a mocking tone, making a face as he spoke. His nose crinkled up and brow furrowed. “Ten more minutes, I’ll just finish this area.” Mike picked up his discarded t-shirt and stroked down his forehead and chest with the fabric, sweating from the heat and smiling as he looked to Chester. His lover was so cute when he was like this.

“I’m sorry baby.” he said, taking a large breath in and looking to some boxes. He was after finding a lot of his old stuff here and while Chester found that boring he thought it was exciting and so many memories were tied into finding the vinyl’s and old VCR tapes, homemade videos.

Chester sighed and noticed how Mike didn’t make any promises this time. He sighed and stood up.

“Fine I’m going home, maybe Stallion would like some alone time with me.” he said to get Mike’s attention, referring to the large sex toy he had named. Mike didn’t even look up as he had found an interesting chest. It was an actual chest, like those from the 17th century. There was a large lock on the front of it which was open with the thick, rusted key hanging out. Mike hadn’t even heard Chester’s promise to ‘ride’ stallion, it was like he was drawn to this chest.

He unhooked the lock as Chester spoke in more detail about what he was going to do to Stallion. The chest lid lifted up in a cloud of dust and Mike coughed loudly, waving the particles away.

Chester even began to cough and Mike opened his eyes, looking back into the chest. There was some books, old books with broken spines and they rested upon some fabrics, rolls of fine silk, clothing and there was a hat on top of some of the books, a pirate hat, old and dusty. Mike coughed and picked it up, brushing dust away and looked to Chester, smiling.

“Look at this.” he smirked and put it on. Chester couldn’t help but smile, seeing the grin on his lovers face and he walked over, pulling the hat from his head so both coughed loudly.

“You’re such a dork Shinoda.” Chester said with a fond giggle and Mike smirked, looking down to the chest and the old, buccaneer clothing.

“Woah, these costumes are amazing.” he said, coughing as he picked one up. “This almost looks real.” A book fell to the ground and Chester was the one to pick it up, the hat in one hand and the book in the other. He blew some dust off the broken, emerald green cover and placed the hat under his arm, opening the book so he could see inside the cover at the yellowing pages.

“From the…pen…” Chester said, trying to make out the old, faded writing. “Of…Captain Michael Shinoda…” Mike looked back to Chester and frowned, walking over and taking the book.

“Props?” he said although it really looked like it came from the 1700’s and in the top right hand corner was indeed the year 1716 written. No way, his great, great, great, great, great grandfather…was a pirate? “Is this a joke?”

“I don’t think so.” Chester said, stretching over and moving the page on to see a drawing of a ship upon the ocean, the faded writing reading the Pride of the East. “Apparently he was an artist.” Mike then decided his father couldn’t have possibly made this as a prop for a costume party, he couldn’t draw worth his life. Chester turned onto more pages to be nosey. “It’s a diary.” Mike looked over his shoulder, reading the first few lines.

1099 days at seat and no, nay ne’er will I e’er tier of being on the ocean. There are clouds coming and the crew be wanting to stay close to land for fear of trident’s brewing anger. As captain I lead them and know when they’re right. There land near by with villages and of course me hearties be only thinking of one thing. Pillaging.

“This has got to be fake.” Chester stated, turning the page and both their eyes widened. There on the page was a drawing of a young man, drabbed in ripped, old clothing, his large eyes sad and pale hair messy. He had a pleading look on his face, hands bound and he had his shirt hitched up his back, trousers down, ass exposed. He looked scared and he looked…

“He looks like you…” Mike gasped as Chester gazed to a perfect likeness of himself. Oh god, this was…this was him. Was this some kind of sick joke? It looked just like him. He swallowed loudly.

“Is this some kind of joke Mike?” he asked, turning around and seeing that Mike looked equally as stunned as he felt.

“Err….” The younger shook his head and Chester bit his lip, oh fuck, what the hell was going on? Mike took the book and sat down on front of the chest, resting it on his lap as Chester held the hat to his chest.

“I swear Mike, I’ll go home to stallion.” he threatened but Mike had his child like, inquisitive look on his face as he looked up to Chester pleadingly.

“Chester please….this is…this is awesome.” he stated. He wanted Chester to stay here with him, he wished him to curl up beside Mike and maybe both of them look into this mystery together.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Shinoda.” Chester stayed, walking over and curling up beside his lover, the hat on his lap as Mike kissed his lips and began to read about this pillage.

FLASHBACK

The small village was the perfect place for pillaging, robbery, tyranny. Captain Michael Shinoda leading his crew through the almost destroyed village. The high flames licked the dark, night time sky as the people ran and screamed, dozens of pirates stealing from them with no regard for the peoples safety.

Michael eyed a large home and decided there would be a grand place to pillage from. He burst into the large home and walked inside to see that it was empty, or at least the foyer.

Michael went running up along the stairs, he could hear people, noises and something like muffled screaming. He got into piracy with a romanticized version of the entire thing.

His parents had come over from Japan when he was at the tender age of three and he grew up with his parents trying to survive with them both working on a farm. Still the Spanish raids showed Michael that this was not the life to live if he wanted to succeed and here he was living the sea-dream of being a buccaneer.

Michael reached the room and burst in, kicking down the door and rushing in.

In the room was a male in his late fifties, naked and fat with these stretches and marks along his body as he fucked a reluctant young slave. The young man was screaming into a rough gag that was tied around his mouth. He was blonde with his dirty hair messed and his clothing ripped, blood scattered all over his ass.

The blonde looked to Michael, his eyes wide and scared. Michael didn’t know why but his heart stopped for some vital beats and the owner gazed with fear to the pirate.

“It does not appear your intentions are honourable, savvy?” he said as he looked to the blonde., pulling out his sword and pressing the sharp instrument to the older mans fat neck and he gazed with fear, backing away. Michael’s want for treasure was replaced with a want to be the hero when the blonde gazed to him pleadingly. He was careful as he still pointed the sword towards the older man and walked tot he blonde. The young slave gazed with fearful eyes and then the sword was pointing towards him.

“P-please….please don’t kill me!” he begged and Michael raised the sword, bringing it down and cutting away the ropes that tied the younger’s hands together. The young slave was shivering, trying to pull his pants up but when he went to stand he fell, too weak, the fatigue was more then evident on his features.

Michael was careful, picking up the young blonde so he was carrying him bridal style, the sword still in his hand and he smiled, backing towards the door, carrying the young slave in his arms as he marched through the empty home.

The young, nameless male clung to Michael and felt the blood trickle from his cheeks. So many years of abuse and now…now he was free.

Michael was walking through the burning village towards a dingy which was waiting to bring him and his men to their ship, the blonde still in his arms. He was walking slowly. The slave clung to him.

“You save me…thank you…” he whispered before he passed out.

“What is your name?” Michael said as the blonde came too, dressed in more sensible clothing, buccaneer clothes that covered him over. Although Michael guiltily preferred the clothes to be skimpier. For the last hour he had been gazing at the young man laying on his bunk in the captain quarters donned in clothing that made it hard to tell he wasn’t one of the crew.

He was beautiful if not a little skinny. His dirty blonde hair was a mess and he had been cleaned up with some water so the stains of dirt off his skin was now cleared. He had been treated badly, that much was obvious.

“C-Chester….sir…” Michael laughed and leaned into the young blonde who could have possibly been older than the captain.

“I prefer Captain if you don’t mind.” he smiled and the blonde looked to him. He took off his hat and bowed flamboyantly. “Captain Michael Shinoda.” Chester was staring at him with narrow eyes.

“Y-you speak very well for a pirate.” he observed and Michael laughed gently, straightening up.

“We’re all not illiterate buccaneers with bad teeth.” he said, smiling broadly and Chester could feel himself growing slightly faint. He straightened up and sat on the captains bunk.

“W-why am I here?” he asked, scared. “I-I heard of all you pirates….rape and pillage…” Mike laughed gently and leaned down to the slave boy, touching his chin so he looked up to the pirate.

“Is that any different from what you were used to?” he asked and Chester’s brown eyes met the captains who’s heart skipped some vital beats. He leaned back, the slave boy gazing with those doe like eyes.

“You….you saved me…” Chester said, remembering what happened and Michael nodded.

“Yes…and you can stay here. Safe. But no one gets free passage on the Pride of the East.” Chester gazed to the captain and bit his lip. He stood obediently and began to remove the garments on his body but Michael stopped him. “I meant cleaning. We could do with someone to…clean the decks…quarters…we will clothe and feed you, keep you safe.” Chester looked stunned and he pulled back the clothing so he was covered.

“Y-you mean it?” he asked and Michael smiled gently and nodded.

“Yes…now I say you should get out lad, no one is allowed in my cabin!”

END FLASHBACK

Ne’er had I felt as I did when the lad looked to me..” Mike read out, his soft voice lulling Chester whose interest in the story had greatly peeked. “I knew not all the treasures of the sea could bring me the happiness his one glance did….

Chester gazed up to Mike with wide eyes.

“Do you think they got together?” he asked, clinging the hat to his chest and Mike shrugged. Chester wanted to find out, he needed to. He dove behind Mike into the chest and searched, taking out four of the old books with their ripped and yellow pages and they both took two each, searching through random documentations of pillaging, escaping hangings and such.

“Oh I think I found something!” Chester cried and Mike looked to him as he blew some dust away from the page and read out loud. “Erm…something I cant really make out here…erm…the sensual curves of his body as….as he….moved against me…” Both Chester and Mike stared to one another, wide eyed to one another and mike flipped over the page in a small cloud of fine dirt to see another rough but detailed and beautiful sketch of this mysterious and beautiful Chester who looked almost exactly like his current lover.

It was very graphic, showing him from the waist up, back arched and mouth wide with his brow furrowed ever so slightly, a mixture of unsure pleasure and pain taking over his face in an orgasmic state.

“You don’t think he raped him do you?” Chester asked, flickering back and Mike shrugged.

“I have no idea, c’mon, read!”

FLASHBACK

Chester had been on the ship for some months and was a little nervous on the ship still. Most of the men on board were so desperate they didn’t care if it was a woman or man they fucked but Captain Shinoda cared for Chester, made sure none of them touched the beautiful blonde who looked much healthier now with a light tan on his skin from his time in the sun.

With Captain Shinoda looking over him the two had grown close, very close, Captain Shinoda even asked him to clean his quarters where no one was to enter and Chester had been cleaning the deck all day and was finally ready to clean the captains cabin.

He forgot to knock at the door and entered, pulling up the too large clothes so the sleeve wasn’t falling off his shoulder and he walked inside.

Chester wasn’t prepared for what he came to see. Captain Shinoda was fully naked, his back to Chester as he picked up his shirt to put it on, pulling the white, puffy shirt over one shoulder before a nervous cough caught his attention and he spun around to see the blonde blushing madly.

“Oh.” Michael said, in no rush to cover himself over, in fact he just pulled on the shirt, not even buttoning it, his gorgeous body on display. He didn’t even look like he cared that he was practically naked and Chester’s blush deepened. “I didn’t think you would be cleaning now.”

“I can come back later.” he said with a nervous tone and backed away but Michael smiled and shook his head.

“No, its okay.” Michael said and turned back but Chester just continued to stare at his ass. Oh god, he felt hot inside, his cheeks redder than ever. He had never found another man attractive, they all just wanted his body, they were all ugly he thought, until he met Captain Shinoda. Michael looked over his shoulder and smiled, turning around so again he was facing him, everything on display.

“See something you like?” he asked with a wry smirk, a dirty look in his eye. Chester’s heart was thumping, fuck yes, he could see a number of things he liked. Michael was unaffected by the stares, or at least it seemed that way, inside his body was hot and his stomach was violent with butterflies. Chester didn’t answer but turned his face away from the captain to hide the violent blush.

Michael smiled and walked over, touching Chester’s cheek, feeling the heat radiating and he had a bright smile on his lips. Chester didn’t move, didn’t look, his stomach was alive with nerves, oh god, oh god the way the captain was touching him, so intimate, so…so…fuck he wanted to kiss him.

“Capt’n, thar be ships on the horizon!” one of the crew called, banging on the door, Michael growled and looked to the door, frowning. He didn’t move from his close proximity to Chester.

“Well then navigate away!” he commanded and the young pirate left them and Mike cupped Chester’s cheek. “Now…” he said, tilting Chester’s face as the older, nervous slave looked to him. “Where were we?”

“I-I believe….” Chester’s cheeks were deeply crimson and he closed his eyes and swallowed. “I believe you were going to kiss me.” Michael was gladly surprised by the bold request and he smirked, leaning into the young man so they were face to face, his body shimmering with an arousing warmth as he leaned in and latched onto Chester’s lips, practically sucking the air from the young blondes body so the young man staggered and clung to the open shirt of the captain, eyes rolling back when his plump lips parted and Michael’s tongue slid into his mouth, hot and wet as it slapped against Chester’s wet muscles in an open mouth, wet, loud, soul sucking kiss.

Chester’s body instantly reacted and he leaned into the younger male, one arm hooking over his shoulder and neck as he kissed him so deeply, fisting the black hair and biting harshly on his lower lip while Michael hand slid up along his leg and pulled the slender, beautiful, almost hairless leg around his waist, his other hand on the blondes ass so he picked him up and carried him to the bed, neither breaking the kiss until Michael roughly threw the young man onto the bed and leaned over him, legs on each side of the elders thighs as Chester pulled off his shirt and latched onto his neck, biting harshly and sucking on the flesh there. Michael’s head fell back and a low, guttural moan escaped his lips as his erection noticeably grew, pressing against the blondes thigh.

“Oh….” Chester called as his body moved forward to grind against the younger’s and his heart tightened, his body hot to touch. Fuck, fuck, he was so incredibly hot. “Wow….ugh….” They fell into a rhythm, rubbing against one another and panting loudly, Michael fusing their lips together and their tongues dancing heatedly as the embraced again and again, grinding.

Chester was far too clothed and it frustrated Michael who pulled back long enough to tear off his clothing, ripping the seem of the shoulder of his shirt while he ripped away his clothing.

“You’re gorgeous!” he growled and kissed Chester who was now shirtless and clinging to the captain’s head, fisting his hair and kissing him deeply while Michael tackled his trousers and tore them off so they were both naked. Michael leaned in, stroking the young blonde and kissing him, hissing against his lips. “On your stomach!”

The hot blonde was only too eager to comply and spun around onto his belly, his doughy, perky ass in the air on display to the captain who stroked his doughy flesh, moaning at the touch of his flesh. Both were totally naked now and both so fucking hot for the other.

Michael placed a kiss between Chester’s shoulder blades and his tongue snuck out and dragged along the young blondes spine, licking along every bump of the bones, placing occasional kisses and love marks along his body until he came to his perfect, round ass.

“Fuck!” Chester muttered as Michael parted Chester’s cheeks to see the small, pink ass hole, tight and puckered, waiting for Mike’s treatment, his touch and Mike was more than willing to give him that. He leaned in, inhaling the arousing scent that surrounded him and moaned, eyes flickering closed and he buried his face between the soft mounds of flesh, tongue extended so he was licking along his opening, tongue sliding up along the tight rear, probing, the inquisitive, wet muscle moistening his ass, hands caressing the doughy flesh.

Chester whimpered and looked over his shoulder as Michaels eyes looked up to him, their stares hot and heated and they gazed to one another while Michaels wandering tongue began to nudge the small ring of muscles and Chester arched back into him having never been treated like Mike treated him. He was so fucking hot, his body was buzzing with arousal and he whimpered small pleas for more, more licking, more touching, more…everything.

Michael’s tongue pressed through the tightness with some difficulty and he moaned, tasting inside as the young blonde’s body convulsed. Chester let out a scream and arched back, tears in his eyes as his body uncontrollably shook. Oh god, no one had treated him like this during sex, as if he mattered, as if he was worth more than mindless rape, more than some toy to be used and abused.

“O-oh…oh wow…” he gasped, head arching back as he cried for more in a high pitched tone, arching back. Michael removed his mouth, kissing and licking just above the younger’s ass, fingers entering inside him, stretching and pushing in, Chester’s screams turning him on madly.

“Oh! Oh!! Fuck me!! Please captain, please!!” Chester screamed and moaned, eyes dark and utterly aroused. Michael didn’t hesitate, he pulled back and gripped the younger’s ass, pulling him back so Chester was on his knees, ass pressed to Michaels crotch. He growled and Mike grinded against him and his eyes were wet with passionate, hot, desperate tears. “N-no…” he pulled back and spun onto his back, bouncing on the bed, one of his feet stroking along Michael’s thigh. “I want to see….I-I want to look at you..”

Michael smiled and leaned in so that he was over the younger, kissing him deeply winding Chester’s legs around his waist so he could feel his erection slide through the elders cheeks but not enter. He shivered violently, fuck, Chester felt so good.

“Please…” Chester pleaded, arching up on his elbows as Mike leaned back so he was kneeling, sitting on his legs as his erection pressed to the blondes opening. The young blonde had his legs around his waist, laying back on the bunk, his ass perched on Michael’s lap, the captain’s erection still outside his body. “Please!!”

Michael gripped his engorged erection and pressed it to Chester’s opening, gasping as he entered, sliding suddenly inside so the blonde screamed. Mike gasped, eyes wide, a moment of clarity exploding inside him as he stopped moving inside Chester who had his eyes tightly closed, laying back on the bunk, still, hands clasped in fists and biting his bottom lip as Captain Shinoda filled him. Michael was sitting back, his erection inside the young blonde and his eyes were closed.

“M-Move..” Chester begged, hands still in fists, dug into his eyes. “Please! Please I-I am begging you!” Michael began to move, pushing his hips upward as Chester cried out loudly, his shivering hands resting on the bunk and he pushed himself up on his elbows, tears in his eyes as he whimpered. “F-fuck….oh my………..” His head fell back as he began to move his hips forward, Michael’s erection pushing into him deeply. The feeling of their bodies joined was amazing, neither could find the words but they both gasped and moaned, Mike moving forward so he was know leaning over the young blonde, Chester’s legs raised but still around his waist as he gained even more access into the younger man.

“Yes!” Chester hissed as his saviour moved inside him, stroking along his insides, causing waves of painful pleasure to ripple through his body, causing his toes to curl and his head to fall back as he panted and moaned in need. “More, I need more!”

Michael was only too happy to comply, the Native Asian moved inside the elder, harder, changing his angle so he nailed his prostate and the blonde’s eyes widened, watery tears streaming down his cheeks as they began a more frantic pace, moving with one another desperately, nailing the pleasure spot inside the young blondes each and every time Mike thrust into the raring blonde.

“Yes! Yes!! Oh fuck yes!!” Chester screamed so even people outside the cabin could hear. “Its close…I’m close….I’m going to explode…”

“Yes!” Michael hissed and leaned in, stroking the blondes weeping erection, kissing him deeply, tongues sliding hotly as both their bodies tensed and the hot, liquid ecstasy from the captain burst inside the slaves body and Chester screwed his eyes shut, screaming his captains name and erupting in between their bodies.

END FLASHBACK

“That’s sexy.” Chester said with a wry smile as he pointed out a sketch in the book to Mike of both Michael and his lover Chester. It was so strange. Here the two were, reading about…almost a past life between them both in vivid details. They remained there for hours in one another’s company, rooting through books of a deep love between the captain and the young man he rescued. Mike was absorbed, as was Chester. Enchanted by this tale of such a strong love.

The days do just blend with him by me side. The sprogs change and come and go but once he do be here with me what do I care about the crew and who they be and what their story be. I only want him.

Alas these days wont last long…

Chester trailed off and looked to Mike.

“What does he mean?” Mike shrugged and encouraged his lover to continue with the story both were so drawn into.

My love is to leave me for a free life. I’ll return some day but while the land lover life will do him it will ne’er do me. Someday, someday I’ll be in his arms again….

“How does it end?” Chester asked almost frantically, begging for Mike to look through the books, needing to know if they were reunited. Mike scrambled to the chest and pulled out all the books and both began searching through the stories. Chester was curled up on his lovers lap as they read the tale from 300 years ago, his hand under Mikes shirt, rubbing his belly intimately as Mike read the rest of the story, holding the love of his life close.

Michael returned to Jamaica where they had left his love only to discover he could’t find his beloved. Mike had married a woman from the island and had a baby girl with her. Eventually he travelled back to his parents homeland, Japan but it was clear that he never forgot his love. The very last thing he wrote in any diary was years and years after his adventures on the high sea.

This is my story, penned by the hand of this old sea dog. There’s not a day goes by I don’t look to the ocean and remember my beloved slave boy, the one who enslaved my heart.

Chester felt tears in his eyes as he looked to the book, head on Mike’s chest.

“They didn’t get to be together…” he said sadly and Mike looked above at the attic roof, thinking about everything they had just learned and the grand scheme of the world around them. He clung Chester so tight to his chest that the blonde looked to him.

“I think…I think they are together.” he said, entwining their fingers and kissing Chester’s hand tenderly. “Right here…” Chester looked to Mike with his teary doe eyes and he leaned into his lover.

“I love you Michael.” he whispered, rarely using his lovers full name and Mike closed his eyes, their lips touching so gently, like butterfly wings.

“I love you too Chester.” Mike repeated gently with a love that surpassed them, a love that ran far deeper than either could ever comprehend, a destiny and two lost souls reunited, forever together.

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A/N: TA DA!!!! *nervously awaits feedback* ^^’