What had he been doing again?
He was on his ship, his wrists bound in thick rope to the wheel. Who had tied him to the wheel? He tried to look around, but the thick fog mixed with the heavy rain made vision almost impossible. Where was his crew? Had there been a mutiny?
“Come to me~” a sweet voice sang out from beyond the fog, as eerie was it was beautiful, and Hanzo suddenly remembered why he was tied to the wheel.
Sirens!
He'd tied himself to the wheel, to stop himself from following their enchanting song. The voice kept calling to him, and he felt himself being soothed by the sound. He should go to them, he was compelled.
He was brought back to his senses when a pair of wet hands covered his ears. He went to look over his shoulder, to see which of his crew it was, but the hands instead forced him to continue looking forward. One of the hands moved from his ear, and he felt the ghost of lips against it.
“Keep sailing, Captain. I will protect you from their song.”
He did not recognise that voice as any of this crew. Alarm bells rang in his brain, but the hand retook it's previous position over his ear. This wasn't a member of his crew but it seemed they were intending to help him.
At least for now.
He focused his attention on the wheel and where he was going. It was hard to see, and he the last thing he needed was to run into any rocks. At least he wasn't being distracted by the sound of siren song any longer. He noticed in the distance the fog looked slightly clearer, and he made the decision that was where he needed to head towards.
He wasn't sure how long it took for him to emerge, but it was a lot sooner than he'd expected. He had never been so thankful to be able to see the vast nothingness of the ocean around him before. Even the rain started to let up, slowly to a steady drizzle. It was still night, and so darkness surrounded him, but at least that was easily cured by the lanterns.
He had almost forgotten about his protector, right up until the hands finally trailed away from his ears. He held his breath as whoever it was slowly meandered around to the front of the wheel.
Stood there was a young looking man, around his early twenties if Hanzo had to guess. He was, frankly, stunning. Short black hair slicked back, bright blue eyes and a nicely chiselled jawline, a large scar across his right eye. He was beautiful.
Too beautiful.
His breathing hitched.
This beautiful man was completely naked before him, rain water dripping down the defined muscles on his torso. It appeared to barely register to him, like he was accustomed to the water.
“Siren,” Hanzo breathed out as his saviour, most likely for not much longer, took a step towards him.
“You are a clever one, Captain.” The Siren looked at him with wonder in his eyes, like he was looking at some ancient artefact. His hand reached for the rope around Hanzo's wrists. “It is a shame that your crew did not follow your example, they may have survived the encounter with my brothers and sisters.”
“Not clever enough,” Hanzo bit out. God he had been such a fool to trust a strangers voice in the midst of a Siren attack.
The Siren blinked a few times, seeming taken aback, before something occurred to him. “Ah! You mistake my intentions, I wish you no harm.” The Siren started to untie the rope around his wrists. “No, I find humans to be quiet fascinating. It is a waste to rob such interesting being's of life.”
Once his hand was free, Hanzo pulled it away and quickly undid his other hand. This Siren was talking about humans as if they were something to be studied.
I guess that's better than him dragging me to the depths of the ocean and consuming my flesh...
“Why did you save me?” Hanzo questioned, rubbing where the rope had started to cut in. “I doubt it was simply because I'm that alluring to you.”
“Oh but you are~” The Siren almost purred, stepping close and pushing himself up against Hanzo's chest. Hanzo swallowed thickly. The Siren reached up to brush Hanzo's hair from his face. “Your kind are so compelling, I long to be apart of that world.” The Siren gave a lopsided smile, just beyond his lips Hanzo could make out a row of sharp teeth. “Ah, so maybe there was an ulterior motive to your rescue, but can you blame me?”
“I don't...” He paused, every part of his being was telling him to step away from the Siren, and yet he ended up roping his arms around his aquatic saviour, fingers lacing his spine. “I do not understand what you want from me...”
“I wish to see the world beyond the sea. I want to experience humanity in all it's glory, the good and the bad.” The Siren's fingertips traced his throat, delicately, completely non-threatening despite where they were making contact. “I wish for you to show me your world, Captain.”
Hanzo considered it, letting his hands curiously roam the creature's skin, that felt so human to the touch. On one hand, a lone siren would be a massive target on his ship from naval forces, as if the black flag embellished with a skull and crossbones that flew on the mast was not a big enough one itself. This Siren seemed to severely misjudge humanities nature and it's almost compulsive need to destroy anything seen as different or a threat.
On the other hand, he appeared to have completely lost his crew, and even just one other set of hands would provide the needed help before he could make it to shore. Not to mention, Siren's were feared for a reason, even a single one could bring an entire ship to it's knees. The power advantage that would give against his enemies was immense.
Taking a curious siren for a joyride seemed a small price to pay for that amount of leverage above all those that dared to cross him.
“That sounds to be a reasonable request,” Hanzo finally answered, and the Siren's smile widened, showing off those teeth he'd only caught a glimpse at previously. Gods I'm glad he's fairly docile and not wishing to tear my flesh apart with those. “I do not believe we have been properly introduced. I am Captain Hanzo Hasashi, and you are?”
“Kuai Liang,” was the reply he got. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Hanzo Hasashi.” Kuai pulled away slightly, Hanzo's eyes couldn't help but trail down. He'd almost forgotten that the other man wasn't clothed. “Where do we begin, my Captain?”
“I... Think to start...” He stared at Kuai's naked form. He really wouldn't complain if Kuai just spent the entire time in his presence naked, it was hardly a bad view. But should they run into any other ships on the way, the other man's lack of garment would tip them off that there was something unusual about him. “We should maybe get you into some clothes.”
Kuai tilted his head and smirked slightly, seemingly amused by the suggestion. “If that is what you wish, Captain.” Kuai reached forward, looping his arm though Hanzo's and clinging to his biceps. “Lead the way.”
Hanzo nodded, and gently guided Kuai off the main deck. He was sure there had to be something left in his crews belongings that would fit the siren.
It wasn't like they needed them any more anyway.
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