He pushes the confusion to the side, let's himself enjoy the dinner. He snorts at Ed's jokes,
It's not till dessert, when Ed leans over to Izzy and cocks his head at him that Izzy feels the shiver of something - something not quite like fear, but not quite unlike it either - and he swallow a bite of pastry.

"Izzy," Ed says and there's velvet in his voice.

"yeah?" Izzy replies.

"I was wondering if you could do me a favour," he says, and Stede clicks his tongue. "You good, Stede? Ed asks.

In Stede’s jaw, a muscle is working. "Would anyone like a brandy?" he asks and rises abruptly.

"Stede?" Ed leans away from Izzy. "Stede, you said-"

"I know what I said, give me a moment!" Stede snaps and clinks with a bottle.

Izzy can hear him breathing heavily from across the room, frowns. "Edward, what-"

With three glasses in hand, Stede returns to the table. His hand is trembling as he sets them down, pours a generous portion of amber liquid into each of them.

Stede takes a deep gulp of his own glass before pushing the two glasses to the other men.

"Izzy," Stede says, a small smile on his face as he looks at him. "Ed had a request to make of us."

Thing is, Izzy and Stede aren't close. They trained together for a while. Stede’s becoming somewhat tolerable, between learning to be a bit less of a terrible pirate and the way he makes Ed laugh more often, keeps the bouts of the black moods of violence and cold anger at bay

But Ed asking a favour of both of them - Izzy raises an eyebrow.

Ed clears his throat and Izzy's attention snaps to him. "Stede’s right," he says with a sideways glance at Stede. "if he's okay with it, that is."

With a loose gesture, Stede waves the words away and Ed shrugs, leans towards Izzy.

"I want to watch-" Ed's eyes are fixed on Izzy now, the brown depths sparkling and glinting in the candlelight and Izzy can barely breathe. "-while you fuck him."

Izzy's mind screeches to a halt.

Surely... He's misunderstanding. He must be. There's no way -
Stede knocks back the rest of his glass and pours himself another brandy, and Izzy follows the motion.

"What?" Izzy says as his brain struggles to catch up.

Ed's hand is suddenly warm and heavy on Izzy's thigh, and his mind zeroes in on the sensation. Izzy's mouth is running dry and he breathes in heavily, not sure if he trust himself to speak.

Izzy's always wanted Ed. Since the first moment he laid eyes on him, years and years ago. They'd tumbled a few times in their youth and Izzy had never dared to hope that it might happen again, except now -

Except that's not what's happening here, is it?
Ed moves fluidly, as lightly as a cat, his hand trailing up Izzy's thigh, up his stomach which spasms under the leather, up the chest until he tips Izzy's face upwards.

"Izzy, Izzy, Izzy," he says and swings a leg over Izzy's thighs, straddles him. "Always so *dour* - d'you ever think you're gonna lighten up, Iz?"

Izzy swallows, opens his mouth to reply, but Ed shushes him, his fingers pushing into Izzy's mouth before he can say a word. "Shh, shh, shh. I think fucking Stede would cheer you up, wouldn't it?"

At the mention of Stede, Izzy's eyes flick to the other captain. He's watching them carefully, his face unreadable as he swirls his brandy in its glass.

"Don't you think so, love?" Ed asks Stede who rolls his eyes and rises. He's wearing a thick robe which swishes around his ankles as he pads over, peers down on Izzy and Ed.

"Maybe." Stede swirls his glass again but spills a bit. He narrows his eyes at it. "Maybe it will," he says and pushes the liquor-wet fingers into Izzy's mouth as well, next to Ed's.

Izzy can't help the little moan that escapes him at it, at the rough intrusion, at the sudden stretch of his jaw. The sound makes Ed bark out a short laugh. "I think it will. 'sides, it'd make *me* pretty fucking lighthearted, yeah?"

"As long as it'll make you happy, darling," Stede replies to Ed. He's looking at Izzy as he speaks the words, but Izzy gets the sense that he's looking through him, only seeing the part of him where Ed's fingers are buried in him.

"D-gh-" Izzy manages and Ed pulls his fingers out, an amused twist to his mouth.

"Yeah, Iz?" Ed asks. He holds up his fingers and they glisten in the light.

Izzy clears his throat, wipes the worst of the spit from his mouth with his sleeve. "Do I not get a say in this?"

The smile on Ed's face grows wider. "Sure you do." He leans forward, his mouth next to Izzy's ear. "Do you not want to fuck Stede?" Ed, curse his blood, sits down a little heavier, making Izzy's cock twitch and his hands fly to Ed's waist.

"Fuck-" he grunts and grinds his teeth tightly together.

"I'm not-"

"Look at him, Iz," Ed murmurs and grinds against Izzy. "I've seen you looking, you know, I've seen how closely you stand to him when you're fencing."

Izzy's eyes snap to Stede despite himself. "That's not-"

A hand grips his hair, pulls him back tightly. "Tell me I'm wrong," Ed says, and it's a dare and a threat, and Izzy swallows.

"You-you're not." Izzy bites out and Ed's responding smile is brilliant and glowing.

For a moment the hand in his hair tightens more, a pained twisting sensation, before it slackens again, becomes a caress instead.

Ed's eyes flick to Stede. "Told you, love."

"You did," comes the answering sigh and Izzy's cheeks are warming, a flash of heat shooting through him at the humiliation, at Ed and Stede having *discussed* this, having *seen* Izzy.
At Stede *knowing*.

It's not that Izzy *likes* Stede, not exactly.
There's just something compelling about him - his stupid floppy hair, his sturdy frame that Izzy's been having difficulty beating in their fencing lessons lately-
Attraction. That's all.

There's something disdainful in Stede's eyes, something like *pity* and Izzy's insides squirm, the redhot burn of humiliation making him grind against Ed again, telling on himself more than his

words ever could.

"So?" Stede's voice rings through the room and Izzy's so hard he can barely see straight. "What'll it be, then? Will you hm. fuck me?"

Izzy catches a whiff of Ed's scent as he leans closer, clutching at Ed's thighs, working his hips against him, overtly. "Fuck-yes-y-yes, I'll-" he manages before Ed pushes off him, slipping out of Izzy's grasp in an instant.

"Knew it," Ed wraps his arms around Stede's neck.

"Oh, get off it," Stede says, his mouth against Ed's. There's a scoff there, a chuckle.

Ed snorts in response. "Oh, I plan to. How do you want him?"

The look in Stede's gaze is dark and Izzy can't tell if he *does*.
He pushes the idea from his mind when his dick throbs again.

Stede sighs. "Clothes off, Izzy."

He shouldn't. He shouldn't want to, not when Stede looks at him like he's bored, like he's doing this as a *favour*-

But he does. How could he not, when Ed is smouldering at him from behind just Stede, when Stede is *offering* -

Izzy scrambles up, almost tripping as he steps on his leg wrong, forgetting about it for a moment, and he flushes at the thought, even as he tugs his cravat off, his vest, his shirt.

At his trousers, he falters, looks to Stede. "How?" he rasps, tries to bury the hunger in his voice.

Stede considers for a moment before frowning. "Ed? Any preferences?"

Ed's already unbuttoning his own clothes, albeit at a slower pace than Izzy, "Oh, I have a preference, alright."

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