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DV Fic - The Reckoning - Part II


The deed was done, the documents witnessed. Drake and Doughtie had attested to their agreement with their signatures and seals. Now it was hoped that there would be peace, safety and prosperity for all the adventurers of the fleet.

There were speeches and toasts aplenty to the bride and groom. Brewer and Bright, well out of sight of the happy couple, entertained the younger mariners with bawdy songs and ribald parodies of wedding night rituals.

While the guests partook freely of large quantities of wine and ale, the newly weds were more circumspect in their libations – each mindful of the final act of consummation that would soon be required to make their vows binding.

All in all, the ships’ company was well pleased with the outcome of the day and, with the abundance of food, wine and ale, few dissenting voices were to be heard.

Fletcher was sullen; he repaired to his tent and would have no part in the festivities.

Young Doughtie was outraged; his new brother-in-law was no gentleman, and John was eager to say as much to anyone who would listen – but none paid any heed.

Leonard Vicarye drank his wine and looked wistfully at the captain and his gentleman; he was glad at least that his friend still lived; he did not think he could have borne the loss if Drake’s alternate punishment had been approved, so he had toiled feverishly, using all his negotiating skills and legal training, to prepare the contract that the two men would sign to end their perilous altercation.

As the sun set the couple took their leave of their guests. The company stood quietly on the shore watching their departure. The wind had dropped and the seas had calmed, only the gentle dip of the oars in the now still waters of the bay, and the playing of a lone viol broke the silence of the early evening. A shining crescent moon, accompanied by a sparkling Venus, decorated the dark, clear sky. It was a most perfect winter night; it would seem that the gods of these far southern lands were in accord with the unconventional covenant which had been brokered on this day.

Drake was a skilled oarsman, and the little craft, gaily festooned with wild flowers gathered from the rocky shore by the boys of the tiny fleet, skimmed effortlessly across the water towards the Pelikan with the commander’s strong, deliberate strokes.

Once on board, Drake led his gentleman to the Captain’s cabin and bowed decorously to him to bid him enter. Doughtie returned the bow and entered but then stood defiantly on the far side of the Captain’s desk. His whole demeanor screamed condescension. Francis was disappointed; he had hoped to see at least a little insecurity in Thomas now that he had him alone.

Drake himself was nervous. During his many years at sea, as man and boy, he had been both the receiver and the deliverer of the Ship’s Master’s sword, but there had never been any emotion in the act – merely a matter of expediency for physical gratification during long periods away from shore. Drake believed Doughtie, however, to be experienced and skilled in all manner of Italianate practices. The gentleman, who possessed the body and the face of a born seducer, had always tantalised Drake with his slender physique and his impossibly sensuous mouth. In truth however, while Thomas did enjoy displaying his beauty, and did have some knowledge and a certain fascination for these forbidden pleasures, he was in fact a virgin when it came to their implementation.

Watching Doughtie still playing the pious martyr, Drake was at a loss what to do next. He felt his anger rising. As anger turned to blinding rage, his fists clenched instinctively and he prepared to strike. At that moment he wanted nothing more that to wipe the arrogant smirk from the gentleman’s face with the back of his hand; throw him to the floor and strip him of his fine clothes, his insufferable pride and his personal dignity, in the cruelest way possible.

The two men stood in stony opposition for what seemed an eternity until the tension was finally broken by the simple flickering of the candle on the table between them. As Doughtie looked down towards the guttering flame and then back at Drake he tried to maintain his imperious stand, but Drake now saw in Thomas’ eyes a warmth that he had not seen for many a month. It was the look that had so beguiled him when they had been together in Ireland and again when they had been reunited in London. It was the look that had promised so many things, the look that had led him to invite Thomas to share his dream of conquest and wealth.

Francis felt his anger subsiding. His diminishing rancour was replaced by a rapidly growing desire, so, instead of the violence he had intended to use, Drake stepped deftly forward around his desk and gently cupped Doughtie’s face in his large, strong hands, pulling him into a deep, exploratory kiss. With barely a moment’s resistance Thomas leaned against his captain and surrendered to the pleasure of the kiss as Francis slowly, but purposefully, began removing the gentleman’s clothing.

Reluctantly, Thomas broke his mouth away, just far enough to breathlessly ask, “Where go we from here, my good Captain General?”

Francis nuzzled his gentleman’s neck and replied in his deep, rumbling voice, “South, Thomas. We go south.”




( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 26th, 2009 06:08 am (UTC)
For a thorough exploration of Thomas' antipodes, one hopes! :D
Mar. 26th, 2009 08:03 pm (UTC)
I'm sure Francis will be most thorough in his investigations of this unexplored region. :)
Mar. 26th, 2009 08:16 am (UTC)
Oh but this is very good! Hot and sensuous. You should write them more often, really!
Mar. 26th, 2009 09:35 am (UTC)
It's still better the second time.
I wanted to quote parts I loved but the truth is I love it all. The flickering flame of the candle is a great idea. The moon and Venus made me sigh (in happiness). And the last paragraph, Francis misunderstanding (maybe not even consciously) Thomas' question and being his stubborn self, needing to reassert his authority was great.
Mar. 26th, 2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much; I'm glad you enjoyed it. And thank you for the encouragement to write it.

Francis, of course, just couldn't help but have the last word. :)
Mar. 26th, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
OOooh, yes. And a perfect ending line. :^)
Mar. 26th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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