Need a seme for a yaoi fantasy. Slight noncon but nothing too nasty.

The Summary ; The tyrant of a brutal pirat ship is swiftly defeated by his rivals in a coup or a mutiny and is on the recieving end of some greatly deserved humiliation. His own guards surround him and when the dust settles they take advantage of their boss's sensitive sex drive. 

The Plan; Maybe some noncon at first but mostly i hope for my character to get into it. Maybe romance later but lets get to the good stuff early. Whoever you play as is up to you but please do give a good description of your character. 

Options ; You play a captain of the guard, a powerful bodyguard or a handsome young chancellor or a powerful mage. Whatever you choose, your character has always been at my characters side. You will use my trust in you against me and usurp my throne as revenge for something terrible that's been done to you in my family's name. Another option is that you're a rogue or a thief who broke into my chambers and decided to bust me out of trouble. Who knows. 

THE STORY ;

Disaster came to the shores of man's coast. That is what they called it, at least. Disaster. Giant ships with twenty cannons on each side. The fleet called Disaster came to the coast of mankinds civilization, and with it came disaster itself. The guns thundered loudly and grapeshot cannonfire tore the city apart. There came afterwords the pirates of the ship who tore the city of man asunder. These were not humans who ravaged the land. Nobody knew what they called themselves, but because of their outward appearance they came to be known as Dark Elves. Drow, to the more learned prisoners. Disaster came to the coast and beyond, and with it came the Dark Elves. They burned everything to the ground, razing each coastal city to salted ruins. Even the wheatfields and farmsteads were burned to ashes. It was like the apocalypse of prophecy had finally come to take the souls of man screaming to hell.

Many weeks after a terrible dark elf victory, the prisoners of the dark elves quickly became aware of the growing tensions between the leader of this attack and his closest assets. Unwarranted backlash and challenging disobedience lead to extreme violence within the dark elf prince's own counsel. Soon the prince was heard from no more. The prisoners are left to wonder what is to become of them now that they were under new management...

THROUGH the deep dark halls near the lowest decks of the citadel walked four armed guards and one devilishly beautiful elven male (Y/N). Beneath each foot the floorboards creacked, all except from his pair of boots. Y/N strode down the underground passageway with the grace and ease of a dancer. He was flanked on each side by his deadliest bodyguards, though a man of his skill in battle hardly ever needed them. It was this male elf who helped his master launch and lead the attack against these kingdomes. All elves are known to be outwardly beautiful creatures, but even Y/N would stand out as especially handsome were it not for the viciousness in his eyes accompanied by a half smile.

Chains clasped around callus wrists rattled softly in the dark. Hardly anything else could be heard in a dungeon made for one prisoner. 

Eyelids pattering open, Prince Lucious Malevolend slowly wakes up though he hardly realized it at the moment. He was in a large chamber so vast and so dark that it was like he was still in an abyss. It was like he was still blacked out and trapped within his comatose body. He only realized truly he WAS awake when he felt the pain on the back of his head. As conciousness returned to him, so too did a foggy little memory of having been in a fight. Yes, the last thing he remembered was that someone he trusted dearly had betraid him. Betrayal. Now that hurt him more than the head wound did. More so even than the pain around his wrists. He realized after some tugging that his arms were held up over his head, clasped together in chains. He was hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, or at least he WOULD be had his feet not been able to touch the smooth concrete floor. He looked around, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness but found he couldnt see through it like he normally would. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to summon his magic. He couldn't. He opened his eyes and grit his teeth angrily. Those bastards. Not only did they beat him and chain him, they cut him off from his own magic! They will certainly pay for this, he was sure of it, as soon as his father would-*

Just now the door to the dungeon creaked open. He turned himself to face the door but found he couldnt. He could only twist his back and neck as far around as the thick chains would let him. He strained and craned his neck, wanting no matter what to see his own jailer.