Come Undone

James was out on the deck, his pale blue eyes gazing out into the pitch black ocean. But only small, gentle waves rocked his docked ship. He though of Junior. Just a boy. So young, too young. To young to have to go through this. He needed to be fixed, mended and polished up. He was like a porcelain doll.

Junior walked back into the room and looked around, frowning when he didn't see James. He shrugged and laid on the bed, doing his best to relax his body. He closed his eyes and slowly started to fall asleep, his body beginning to relax itself as it shut down.

James saw Junior fall asleep. He smiled softly to himself and went back out on the deck. His undead crew rose from their slumber. They raised the sails, pulling in the sheets. James took the tiller, a vague smirk on his lips. He adjusted his hat as they headed out into the black seas. Little did he know the troubles that awaited him from himself, and for Junior.

Junior's eyes fluttered open after a few hours of peaceful slumber. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, looking around the room. Still no James. He sighed a bit and stood up, walking out of the room and out onto the deck. He looked around and was shocked to see it was still dark. He could have sworn he'd gotten a full night's sleep.

James steered his ship through the crashing waves. He spotted Junior and told his co-captain to steer. James flitted next to Junior in the blink of an eyes. "You sleep well, love?" He asked, rubbing his back and leading him to the upper deck.

Junior looked out to the water and immediately felt queasy. He looked over at James as he rubbed his back, making him feel only slightly better. "Pretty go-" he started and then gagged, tearing up a bit. "Good," he finished, his eyes closed.

James nodded, frowning a bit. "You look a bit green." He said, bringing him below deck, which was much quieter and calmer. He brought him to the kitchen, the cook dozing off in the corner. Candles light the room in a soothing, dim way. Though it was under the main deck, it the warmest and quietest place on the ship. he sat Junior down gently and set a bucket next to him. "You sea sick?" He asked.

Junior followed James and sat down once they got downstairs. HE put his head between his knees and breathed deeply. "Yeah. I have motion-sickness," Junior said, though it was mumbled since his head was in between his knees. "Thanks," he said once he saw the bucket out of the corner of his eye.

James sat next to him, running his hand up and down Junior's warm back. He felt his spine, and frowned slightly to himself. He couldn't feed on this boy until he was healthy again. And James would make that so. He gently wrapped an arm around Junior, loving the feeling of the small young man against him.

Junior leaned against James, taking his head from between his knees and resting it on his chest. It felt good to be held, and it felt good to be held by James. He didn't know what it was about this man, but he gave Junior comfort that no one else has been able to throughout his 18 years of life.

James held junior close. He felt his bones under his skin, trembling gently. He nuzzled his hair, inhaling his scent. "Love, how did you become a slave?" He asked gently, holding onto the boy.

"I'm not sure," Junior replied softly. "It's all I can remember. I've been pass around since I was old enough to take orders," he added, closing his eyes and sighing. It was a hard life that he lived.

James's heart broke a little. He sighed softly. "Well, I didn't buy you to hurt you. You can count on that." He said, stroking Junior's hair. He hissed when he heard yelling on board and his ship stop. "Stay here." He hissed and flitted to the main deck, growling when he saw another captain walk on his ship, his men behind him. He didn't have time for this crap.

Junior smiled at the reassurance. He believed that James didn't buy him to hurt him. But when he left, Junior sighed. His body was going to take a while to adjust to the new life he was living. He just hoped that it was a soft transition. He was tired of the pain. And he didn't know that he was about to feel some of the worst of his life.

After yelling and shouting, James became frustrated.

The other captain, named Vic was a big man. A vampire. Violent, and gave James a run for his money.

"You owe me, James." Vic said in his low, gruff, slimy voice. "You have a human aboard." He smirked and told his men to search the ship. They dragged Junior out and onto the deck. James snarled, vibrating the ship. But James was held back, along with his crew as Junior was dragged onto the other ship.

"You hurt him, I'll burn you alive, slowly!" James growled.

Vic simply laughed, pulling in his sails and moving away from the Swan.

Junior was relaxing when two men picked him up and brought him up to the deck. He whimpered and struggled, though he was too tired to put up any real effort. Not that it would matter, anyway. As he was taken from James he teared up. "Don't let them take me," he whimpered, looking at James. "Please."

James heart broke into a million and one pieces when Junior pleaded at him. "I'll come for you, love. Just hold on!" He pleaded as he watched Vic's ship sail away. He cursed himself and shouted orders at his crew to find Junior.

Vic threw Junior to the cell portion of his disgusting ship. The supernaturals in there were disgusting, perverted... and horny. Vic smiled at Junior. "Hows about I let the men warm you up before I deal with ya." He snickered and pushed Junior in the cell that contained around 20 male prisoners or more.

Junior whimpered as he was thrown into the cell. He kept his head down and went over to the corner, curling into a ball. He hoped that James came for him soon. He could feel the guys' eyes on him and he closed his eyes, hoping that this hell would just go away. He didn't want anything to do with this life anymore. When James bought him, he thought this had ended. He was wrong.

One man went up to Junior, grabbing his hair."Look at 'im. Just a little boy." He laughed, pulling him up and throwing him to the man next to him, who grabbed Junior by the pants, ripping them off.

"I love young blood." THe man purred, pushing Junior on the floor, spreading his legs with his foot. It didn't take long for the other prisoners to surround Junior, all fighting and pushing to get inside the young man.

Junior whimpered when he was pulled by his hair, but took it. As he was forced to the floor, he closed his eyes. As his legs were spread, he prayed to God that James came soon.

Hours later, and they still weren't done with him. It was Hell. He thought his past owners had been horrid, but this was worse. He was in so much pain, and he felt so used and disgusting and beat down. He hated his life at that moment.

James finally tracked down Vic's ship. His crew took over while James searched for Junior. he followed his scent, the blood, and found Junior being used in the cell. He snarled and attacked just about every perv in there, killing them. He kneeled next to Junior. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered, knowing Junior must be in so much pain. Tears covered his face, blood on his thighs. He looked... bad.

Junior looked at James, tears running down his face in steady streams. He felt so abused and broken. All he wanted was to be held and loved, and he was always let go hated. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't think of anything to say. He probably wouldn't have been able to, anyway.

James gently wiped his tears and held him close. "Ssh, love. It's okay. I'm not gonna let you go ever again." He whispered, holding Junior's bare body to him, kissing his temple. This young man created a soft spot in James's unbeating heart. There was no possible way he would let the poor thing get hurt again. It would simply be too much. He was too young for this life, to small in this world. James was gonna hold onto him forever.

"Let's go, love." He whispered, carefully picking Junior up and cradling him to his chest, kissing his hair.

Junior slowly wrapped his arms around James' neck, crying into his chest. Crying for what just happened and for what has happened to him all of his life. Crying in thanks for James entering his life and saving him twice now. Crying over everything.

James rubbed his back as Junior cried. He held him for a bit before he exited the ship, rebounding the Swan. He put his co-captain in charge before heading into his quarters, laying Junior on the bed and laying with him, holding him close. "It's okay love..." He whispered, hating having to see Junior in so much pain.