Mastodawn

For once in his life Ed's mind goes silent. Whatever Jack might say next in that broken toneless voice is lost to the ringing in his ears.

Izzy's fine. Ed knows it, he left him with Stede, came here to deal with fuckin' Hornigold, Stede wouldn't let anything...

He remembers Olu bursting into the room searching for Izzy and Stede. Hornigold was hunting them. And Ed... Ed left. He just took a dinghy and rowed away and left them both to...

He shakes his head, trying to clear it, knows Jack's still talking, babbling some fucking apology or other, and he's not even crying, and when has Jack even missed a chance to break out the waterworks? Never worked on Izzy, but Jack never stopped trying...

"How'd you know where he was?" Ed speaks flatly, cutting through Jack's rambling. Jack can't have known where they'd be, how could he, he's wrong, he's fucking wrong. He has to be.

"I just wanted to know if he was okay," Jack says, voice almost a moan, like the horror of it has crawled all the way down into his bones. "I wasn't gonna do anything, I wasn't gonna try to see him, I was just keeping track of where you were, I always kept track of him, I thought if I knew where he was maybe I could look after him, maybe I could be there if he needed me, I--"

Jack's voice cracks and he falls silent. Ed hears him breathing.

"And then what." The emptiness in Ed's gut spreads out through his limbs, heavy and numb. He feels like he doesn't exist. He feels like he could tear this ship apart with his bare hands. He thinks he might.

"I was drunk." Jack's voice is bitter, self-loathing. "Didn't even put up a fuckin' fight when the fuckers came for me. They got a bellyfull of that shit in the water inside me and... fuck, man, I don't even know if it made a difference."

"I was drunk and I was tired and everything hurt so I just-- I just talked. I said whatever the fuck I wanted to. Figured they were gonna kill me anyway so I might as well talk their fuckin' ears off but then--"

Jack's voice breaks again, a dry, heaving sob. Ed says nothing.

"I barely even noticed, man. I wasn't even sure I was right, I just told him where I thought you'd go next. I talked about Iz... I was always thinking about him anyway"

"I-- I talked about what kind of bar he liked. Where I thought he'd go if he had some shoreleave. Quiet spots. Places he could have a drink without getting recognized, he always hated all that shit, and I... Fuck, Eddie, and then I looked up and that fucking bastard was just smiling at me and I fuckin' tried to take it back, I tried to lie to him, make some shit up, but everything I thought just came right out my fuckin' mouth and then..."

Jack breaks off, keening to himself, an animal sound.

"Oh, fuck," he gasps, and Ed doesn't think he's ever heard Jack sound like that. Under any other circumstances he'd probably give a shit. Jack's not really talking to him anymore anyway, crying and muttering Izzy's name. The emptiness in Ed has turned to ice, smooth and cold and deadly sharp

"What am I gonna do, Eddie, fuck, I don't know what to--"

"Shut up, Jack," Ed says, emotionless.

"Ed, please--"

"I said shut up," Ed snaps. He hears the click of Jack's jaw as his mouth shuts. "Nothing we can fucking do about it, is there? Besides. Makes things easier."

Jack gasps softly.

"Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Ed barely hears him, the poison running through him the only reason he replies.

"Killing Hornigold," he says, dispassionate. "Hell of a lot easier if neither of us is getting off this ship alive."

*
It's late afternoon when the Swede interrupts Stede and Izzy's latest drill. He twiddles his thumbs nervously as the rest of the crew stare at him, frozen in media res

"Um, excuse me Captain Bonnet and Mister Hands..."

He trails off, waiting expectantly. Stede and Izzy exchange a look.

"Yes?" Stede prompts sharply, as Izzy snaps, "Fuckin' what?"

The Swede jumps, apparently remembering abruptly

"I thought that you would like to know..."

Another friendly, expectant pause. Izzy's jaw creaks as he grinds his teeth. Stede pinches his bridge of his nose between his fingers.

"Yes?" Stede repeats.

"What?" Izzy grates out simultaneously.

The Swede nods cheerfully as he continues.

"There is a sail on the horizon. At first I thought it was a bird, or a mountain, or maybe a ghost but now I am almost positive it is a sail!"

Izzy is moving before the Swede finishes speaking.

He races up to the fo'c'sle, snatching the glass from his pocket as he goes. He places it to his eye, looking out to the horizon as he turns a slow circle until...

There, to the north west, the very tips of a set of billowing white sails, just barely visible above that place where the world seems to sheer off in a precipitous edge.

There's no way to know if it's Hornigold.

Izzy doesn't doubt it for a second.

"Change of course!" he shouts.

"Tack the sails! We're heading Northwest, fast as she can!"

Stede, behind him, squints as though he might be able to see the sails with his eyes alone.

"Is it there?" he asks, breathless, "Is it them? How long do we have?"

"It's them," Izzy says. "We've got three hours if the wind holds, maybe four if they decide to run."

"Well," Stede says. "I suppose it's time for finishing touches."

Izzy grunts in agreement, still watching the sails.

Stede hesitates for a moment, glancing down at the crew. They're already back at it, some clustered in groups, debating the merits of different versions of the plan, some drilling hand to hand. He looks at Izzy, still staring out to sea, the tense line of his shoulders, his neck. Stede steps up behind him, closer, moving slowly, waiting for Izzy to pull away.

He doesn't.

Stede wraps an arm around his waist, and feels Izzy melt back into him

Stede inhales, breathing in the scent of Izzy's hair, sea salt and cedar and a touch of sweat, a life at sea so much a part of the little man that it permeates his skin. Stede's grown so used to it over the past few days. His pillows carry that scent now, mixed with the lingering scent of Ed, sweet tobacco, cannabis and lavender. The smell of both of them together is heady, enough to make Stede's head spin. He lowers his face to Izzy's neck.

"Bonnet, what are you doing?" Izzy demands. His breath hitches as Stede's lips trace the side of his neck idly. He doesn't pull away, though he glances towards the deck below them, where the crew is once again hard at work. Stede breathes in again, lips open, just caressing Izzy's skin. Izzy moans quietly, arching up into it. "Fuck, Bonnet, there's no time!"

His head falls back against Stede's shoulder as Stede's hands roam over his chest.

He moans again as one of Stede's hands finds its way inside his vest, squeezing the soft flesh, searching for the hard peak of his nipple through his thin cotton shirt. Izzy whimpers, hips grinding back into Stede's increasingly interested prick.

"Plenty of time, darling," Stede murmurs, and then he pulls Izzy along with him, into one of those damned secret passages Izzy can never seem to keep track of. There's more light than Izzy expects.

Stede press Izzy back against the passageway door as he kisses him. Izzy tangles his hands in Stede's hair, pulling him in tighter. Stede's fingers work at the buttons on Izzy's vest as Izzy untucks Stede's shirt.

"My, uh, my cabin," Stede gasps between hot, desperate kisses, "we can be there in five minutes."

Izzy grins against Stede's lips, already undoing the fall front of his trousers.

"Nah," he says, "told you, we've got no time."

He pulls Stede down again, moaning into his mouth as Stede works at his trouser laces.

"What do you want, darling?" Stede asks, pulling back for a moment to look down at Izzy, "tell me."

Izzy licks his lips, suddenly shy. He looks up at Stede, nervousness making him almost coquettish.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass," he says. Stede makes a strangled little noise, his cock jumping at the idea. Still, he looks at Izzy uncertainly.

"Izzy..." he says, stroking Izzy's cheek. Izzy glares at him, determined.

"I'm not a child, Bonnet," he growls. "I know what I want, and what I want is to feel you inside me before we get to that fucking ship."

Stede strokes the tattoo under his eye and Izzy tilts his face into it. The look he gives Stede is tender, even if his words aren't.

"You asked what I want Stede," he says, "now act like a real fucking sailor and fuck me in the ass"

"Oh," Stede says, suddenly out of breath. "Right."

And then he kisses Izzy again, crowding him back up against the wall. He unbuttons Izzy's shirt, pushing it and his vest down over Izzy's shoulders. He kisses his way down the crook of Izzy's neck, along the sharp line of his collarbone, palming his firm, well muscled tits, running his fingers through the hair on Izzy's chest. Izzy moans, tilting his head back to give Stede better access.

"Fuckin' hell, Bonnet, you don't half take your time," he says, then groans, a broken, wanton sound as Stede closes his lips over one of Izzy's nipples, swirling his tongue around the little silver barbell. Izzy's hands clutch at the back of his head, and he whimpers as Stede pulls back to smile at him cheekily.

"Is that a complaint, Mister Hands," Stede asks, then drags his tongue across the nipple again. Izzy whines, arching into the touch

"Fu- fuck you," is all he manages by way of a comeback--the effect is spoiled by the fact that he can't help but smile at Stede as he kisses his way across Izzy's chest, gently closing his teeth around his other nipple, tugging just lightly until Izzy arches his back again with a hiss. He releases it, soothing it with his tongue.

"I think I'd rather fuck you, actually," Stede says, cheeky grin turning downright wicked.

"Oh, for fuck's..."

Whatever else Izzy might have said is lost in a gasp as Stede takes him by the hips, spinning him so his chest presses into the wall. Stede crowds in behind him, breath hot in Izzy's ear as he undoes his trouser laces and gently tugs them down. Izzy toes off his boots and lets Stede pull the trousers off, flinging them to the corner of the passage in a heap. He kisses the back of Izzy's neck, wrapping his arms around him to play with his tits

"I-- god-- Bonnet!" Izzy growls, half mad with need, reaching back to grab Stede's hips, to pull him in tighter.

"I know, I know," Stede says with a breathy chuckle, "get on with it..."

He kisses a spot behind Izzy's ear and Izzy's knees go weak, Stede's body pressed into his the only thing keeping him on his feet. Stede pulls off his own shirt, tossing it into the corner with Izzy's clothes and then wraps his arms around Izzy again.

Izzy groans again, leaning back into him, Stede's skin against his enough to make him shiver. Stede reaches into his pocket, pulling out an elegant little silver vial. Izzy glances back, frowning as he sees it.

"Is that oil?" he asks, and then laughs. "Have you been carrying that around the whole time, what, just in case you saw a chance to get your dick wet?"

Stede sounds smugger than ever as he responds.

"A gentleman is always prepared."

"Ridiculous," Izzy laughs again, then gasps as Stede pinches his nipple sharply. Stede presses his face into the side of Izzy's neck as he unstops the bottle, pouring a generous amount into his hand, coating his fingers. He pushes the stopper back in and tosses the bottle aside, then splays one hand over Izzy's sternum, holding him firmly as he strokes over his hole, spreading the oil as he toys with him. Izzy whimpers, pushing into his touch

"I am curious, darling," Stede murmurs, "if you thought I didn't have oil, what exactly did you think I was going to use?"

Izzy lets his head fall forward against the wall, hands searching for any kind of purchase as Stede traces fingers lightly around his hole, teasing him.

"Fuck," he grunts, "I-- ah! A bit of spit was always good enough for me, doesn't even hurt that much really..."

Stede lets out a hiss and Izzy stops, embarrassed.

"Israel," Stede says quietly, "Sometime soon you and I are going to have a conversation about your expectations."

Izzy squirms, uncertain, and then the tip of Stede's middle finger dips barely inside him, and all other thoughts are gone.

"Oh, fuck, Stede," he gasps, then whines as Stede draws back again. "Stede please, please, more, I need it--"

He breaks off with a wordless shout as Stede's finger presses in again, still toying with him.

"Please, please, please," he mumbles over and over again, fingers flexing against the wall and he doesn't think he's ever begged like this, ever wanted someone to fuck him this badly. Stede's finger presses into him finally and Izzy moans, long and low, hips working as Stede rocks it in and out of him, stretching him slowly. His other hand strokes Izzy's belly, his tits, thumb dragging over his nipples. Izzy's hips rock more urgently.

"Fuck, Stede, would you please just-- ah!"

Izzy shouts as Stede presses another finger into him, rocking them in and out in the same easy, unhurried rhythm. Izzy moans again, then whines. Stede kisses that spot behind his ear again and Izzy growls at him.

"Problem, darling?" Stede asks, continuing at that same maddeningly slow pace.

"Stede," Izzy snarls, "if you don't put your dick in me right fucking now, I really will stab you."

Stede pauses for just a second, eyes widening.

"Message received!" he says, fumbling with the last buttons on his fall front trousers. He pulls out his prick, almost painfully hard, slicking it with the rest of the oil still clinging to his hand. "Hold tight now, darling..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, fuck off you arrogant, condescending-- fuuucking hell, Bonnet!" Izzy's tirade is abruptly cut off as the head of Stede's cock presses into him.

"Alright, sweetheart?" Stede says, stroking his hands over Izzy's sides, his flanks like he's calming a nervous horse. After a moment, Izzy presses back against him.

"Fuck, yes, please," he gasps, "want you to fuck me!"

Stede wraps his arms around Izzy's chest, thrusting incrementally, working his way in.

"We'll take it slow," he says, pressing his face into Izzy's shoulder, kissing and nibbling at the muscle above his collarbone.

"Christ," Izzy groans as Stede thrusts again, working a bit more of his absurdly large prick into Izzy's hole. The stretch is intense, but he feels none of the deep, burning ache that usually comes with this--all he feels is the throbbing of his cunt and the delicious fullness of his ass as Stede slowly fucks his way in. With one last grunt Stede thrusts again, hips flush with Izzy's ass. Izzy's eyes roll back in his head, limbs gone limp.

"Izzy?" Stede squawks, his arms around his fist mate's chest the only thing keeping the man from falling to the floor in a heap. "Izzy!"

"Hnnghh," Izzy replies

"Izzy I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have--"

"Stede," Izzy finally manages, "for fuck's sake man, will you please just fucking fuck me already!"

"Oh!" Stede responds, brightening, "Your wish is my command!"

And before Izzy can change his mind and simply throttle the bastard, he thrusts

Izzy's eyes roll back in his head again, broken, incoherent sounds pouring out of him as Stede fucks him, arms wrapped around him securely, keeping him on his feet.

"Oh, fuck, Izzy," Stede gasps, "you feel incredible."

He thrusts faster, harder, Izzy's garbled little noises spurring him on. He reaches down and runs the fingers of his clean hand over the slit of Izzy's cunt, playing with the slick drooling out of the neglected hole.

Izzy makes another garbled sound, higher pitched this time as Stede strokes his fingers along Izzy's folds until he finds his little prick, hard and aching. He rubs little circles around it as Izzy pants desperately, tension in his body coiling like a spring. Stede spreads his fingers out, pressing them either side of Izzy's cock, rubbing in time with his thrusts, faster now, more erratic and Izzy screams as the tension within him breaks.

He shakes through his orgasm, tears pouring down his face at the sense of release.

"Izzy, fuck, I'm going to, where should I--"

"Fuck, Bonnet, just come in my ass, it's not like you can get me pregnant," Izzy says, laughing, and then moans as Stede thrusts once, twice more before he comes, grinding his hips against Izzy's ass, forehead pressed to the back of his neck. They stand like that for a moment, and then slide down to the floor.

They lie tangled in each other's arms. Izzy buries his face in Stede's chest, exhausted but almost giddy, on the verge of either laughing or bursting into tears.

"Well," Stede says after a few minutes tick by. "I wonder if there's time for a bath..."

The crew eye the wall between them and the secret passage with a strange blend of horror and admiration.

"Do they know we can hear them?" Olu wonders, nose wrinkling.

"Fuck, I hope not."