Pairing: Liam Neeson/Orlando Bloom, minor Liam/Johnny Depp, plus a few other pair-ups among the supporting characters.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Summary: Slave Orlando's been taken and the kidnappers aren't interested in ransom. And of course Master Liam's thundering rage is only at the personal insult, that someone would disrespect him by daring to touch his property.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone you recognize. I know nothing about their social lives or sexual activities, more's the pity. This is fiction, period. It is done as a labor of love and I make no money from it.
Notes: 1) Set in poisontaster's Kept Boy universe -- FAQ here. See Chapter 1 for more notes.
Previous Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Twenty-One, Twenty-Two, Twenty-Three
"There's Father Serra!" Jamie knelt up on the seat, careful not to kick his daddy, and plastered his face against the car window as it rounded a curve of the highway and passed the kneeling statue, one long arm and pointing finger extended. The sun was almost down and it was too dark to really see anything clearly, but Jamie had seen it a bunch of times before and knew what it looked like anyway. It was cool, the huge statue up in the hills, by the side of the freeway in the middle of nowhere. Just hills, trees, grass, trees, bushes, trees, then bam! Statue! Then more trees and stuff.
"Tell us again about the time you gave him a helmet and a football!" he asked, bouncing with eagerness. He remembered that too, the story about how when his daddy was at Stanford, they'd made a huge football helmet in red and white, 'cause those were Stanford's colors, and an even huger football, and put the helmet on the statue's head and put the football under the statue's finger, like it was holding the ball for some giant to kick. He liked it when Daddy told it, though.
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