Izzy grinds into him again, feels him clenching, the moan against the desk reverberating down into Izzy's dick, and that does it-

With another couple of thrusts, Izzy tips over the edge, feels his balls tighten. An electric spark of pleasure winds it's way into his extremities, and he spends, drawn out and with a too-loud moan. He feels Stede tighten around him, clenching, and it makes him stutter out another few thrusts before collapsing on Stede's back.

He lies there for a moment, panting and feels his heart beating like a drum in his chest.

He could fall asleep here, he's fairly sure.

"Off," Stede grumbles and pushes at Izzy as best he can. With some difficulty, Izzy loosens his grip on Stede's hair, stretches his fingers gingerly. "Off -" Stede says again, a desperate note in his voice, and Izzy pushes off, feels his now-flaccid cock slip from Stede's ass.

He staggers back, staring at Stede's ass, at his spread legs, at the bit of come trickling down his inner thigh.

Fucking gorgeous.

Of course, then Stede turns around, venom in his eyes. "Finally," he spits, dishevelled and flushing an unflattering shade of pink. "Took you long enough."

Izzy might have had a snarky reply, except that his eyes fall to where Stede's cock is visible. Stede's *hard* cock. It's on the small side, but it's unmistakably hard.

Izzy's mouth is dry, and he wets his lips, looks at the weeping cock nestled in light curls.

Stede notices, flushes even pinker. "Oh, you wretched, presumptive -"

Before he gets further, Ed's voice cuts through the air, and both Izzy and Stede jolt. "Izzy, on your knees."

Izzy doesn't need to think, he drops before the sentence is fully uttered.

"Now, love. Your turn," Ed drawls.

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[VOTE] what happens next?

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"You cannot be serious," Stede scoffs. He looks at Izzy as if he's something filthy under his boot, and Izzy swallows thickly. "*Ed*!"

Ed snorts. "Izzy, get closer."

Izzy's knees ache as he crawls towards Stede. It's not *far*, but the deck is rough and Stede shuffles along the edge of the desk, making Izzy crawl further.

"Bonnet," Izzy growls when Stede is on the verge of turning the corner. "Stand fucking still."

Stede's eyes narrow and his face turns red, but at least he stops moving away. "Oh, shut up-"

Izzy gets up on his knees in front of Stede. He's close enough that he could lean forward and swallow Stede's cock without losing his balance, but he looks up at Stede and smirks instead. "What, you afra-"

Before he can finish the word, Stede's hand is in his hair, twisting his head backwards. "Shut up, I said."

With a grin Izzy raises an eyebrow. "So getting

buggered is alright, but sticking your dick down-"

Izzy gasps when Stede's heavy backhand connects with his cheek and his head snaps to the side and he almost loses his balance. He groans, the pain from the impact - is Stede wearing a fucking *ring*? -making his ears ring.

"Fuck-" Izzy mutters and brings his hand to his cheek. "Who'd have thought you had that in-"

"Be *quiet*, you insufferable-"

"Yknow, there's a more effective way of shutting him

up, love." Ed's voice is dark and warm, snaking its way into Izzy's chest easily.

"I'm not going to-to stick my-" Stede's cheeks are flaring. "I'm not!"

"Tit for tat, Bonnet," Izzy interject. "You got me off, didn't you? Seems fair."

A hesitation and then something calculative appears in Stede's eyes. "A transaction, you say?"

Izzy shrugs. His cheek throbs and if he hadn't gotten off five minutes before, he'd be blindingly hard. "Sure. If that helps."

Shuffling closer, Izzy eyes the cock in front of him, halfhidden but hardHis knees are starting to ache properly, and while he'd stay here until the sun came up if Ed asked it of him, he'd prefer to get things rolling.

"Look at me," Ed says from the couch. Izzy looks behind him, seeing Ed stretched out and glorious, and oh--Ed snorts out a laugh. "Not you. Get to work, Iz."

It stings, a bit, but Izzy turns his back again, focusing on Stede's dick.

It's tucked away in the folds of the soft fabric, but Izzy can see the outline of it. It's slightly longer than his palm is wide, and he leans closer. He casts a quick glance upwards and sees Stede staring at Ed, not bothering to look at Izzy at all, and that stings worse than Ed's laughter.

"Fuck it," he mutters and shoves the shirt aside. Stede's hand is in his hair in an instant, tightening and keeping him in place.

"Don't move," Stede says and he

glances down for an instant before he looks away, his expression pinched. His cock twitches and grazes over Izzy's lips.

Izzy stays still for another breath of air and then he breathes in sharply, readying himself to tell Stede to go fuck himself.

Except that when he does, Stede pushes forward, burying himself in Izzy's mouth in an instant.
Had he been bigger, Izzy would've choked, he's sure, but as it is-Izzy fits his mouth to Stede's dick and sucks,

taking care to keep the pressure snug.

"Fuck yeah," Ed moans and Stede's thrust falter somewhat, the pattern of them becoming a bit more jagged. "Didn't I tell you, mate, he's good at it."

Stede's hand in Izzy's hair tightens. It prickles and Izzy grunts around Stede's dick. "I suppose," Stede gasps.

"You gonna come in his mouth?" Ed asks and Izzy tounges at the tip of Stede's dick as best he can.

After a moment, Stede pulls him closer, no longer moving his hips, instead he's working Izzy's head back and forth and Izzy feels like a ragdoll.

"Or his face, huh, love?" Ed's stripping his cock faster now, the slick sound audible from across the room.

Stede moans at that and Izzy braces himself on Stede's thighs, letting Stede push and pull him as he wants. He's getting dizzy with the movement but listens to the sounds spilling from Stede's lips.

"Fuck, I don't-" Stede whimpers, grinding in deeply and staying there. Izzy pulls him closer, and swallows him to the root, sucking him with with more intent now, keeping the pressure hard and even. Stede keens with it, and Izzy can feel the fingers in his hair trembling. "Ed, I don't know, I'm-"

"On his face." The words cut through the noise and Stede pulls out immediately, coming before he's fully out. His spend is salty on Izzy's tongue and then *warm*

as it splatters over his face, painting his eyelids, his still-burning cheek, his lips. Izzy squeezes his eyes shut as the thick liquid hits him, and the deep musky scent permeates his nostrils.

Stede groans and presses closer, his dick pressed against Izzy's cheek. Heavy balls are pushed against his chin and he can feel them pulsing before another drip of come trickles across the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck-" Stede bites out and Izzy opens his mouth to

tell him to back off a bit, to stop suffocating him, but Stede grinds against his face, his dick slipping into Izzy's mouth again. "Ah-"

He stays there for a moment and Izzy breathes through it, through the heavy musk and the weight on his tongue. Then, Stede pulls off again, pushing him away.

He looks... Tousled. In disarray. There's some thing honest and vulnerable on Stede's face when he looks at Izzy, his eyes dark.

Stede reaches forward, pressing a

finger to Izzy's cheek, the opposite of the one he struck. It's tender, more tender than Izzy thought possible, but only for a moment, until Stede swipes his finger across a drip of come and pushes it into Izzy's mouth.

Izzy hesitates for half a second before sucking on Stede's digit, licking it clean.

"Again," Ed breathes, besides them suddenly, and both Izzy and Stede jolt.

"I dont-" Stede starts, but Ed shakes his head and puts his hand over Stede's.

With Ed leading his hand, Stede's fingers scoop up more of his come and feeds it to Izzy. It's rapidly cooling, turning tacky, and if not for the smouldering heat of the eyes on him, Izzy would've moved away, spat the come out on the deck. Instead, he sucks the fingers clean, silently and carefully, until Ed drops Stede's hand.

Izzy licks his lips. The moment stretches until the ache in his knees grows too much and he shuffles.

The tension snaps.

Stede's face shutters and he tugs at the shirt before he pushes off the desk.

Ed looks after him for a moment before stretching a hand to Izzy. Izzy takes it and stumbles upright, but Ed catches him. Izzy stomps down the flutter in his chest at the strong embrace.

"Stede -" Ed says and lets go of Izzy, leaving him to lean on the desk, his legs trembling.

Stede is pouring himself a brandy, and Ed glides to his side, wrapping him in an embrace that makes

Izzy's chest tighten with jealousy.

"That was gorgeous, love." Ed's voice is smooth and rich.

Stede casts a glance Izzy's way before downing the brandy. "Get him out of here," he says.

"Stede -" Ed tries but Stede shakes his head.

Izzy sighs and pulls his trousers up from where they'd been forgotten mid-thigh. Walling to the door is slow and stilted, but he manages. He pulls the door open and looks back, only for a moment. Ed is looking at him, his

grey tresses catching the candlelight like a halo.

Stede isn't looking his way and Izzy pushes through the door and into the darkness beyond, bone-deep weary and sated but still unsatisfied.

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POLL (multiple choice)
How does Ed manage to get Stede and Izzy to agree to fuck again?

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Some weeks later, Ed is lying on the deck. Izzy finished whittling a little figure a few minutes before, and Ed's tossing it into the air lazily, the rhythm of it soothing and satisfying. Throw. Catch. Throw. Catch.

It's a nice figure. A bear, he thinks, but neither of them have ever seen a bear, so the likeness might be a bit off. Ed doesn't mind. It fits nicely in his palm.

"Hey Iz," he says and catches the bear again.

"Hmm?" Izzy responds. He's already carving a crude figure from the next chunk of wood. "What, boss?"

Ed stares at the bear. "How do you reckon I can get him to admit it?"

Izzy looks up from the figure. "What?"

"I mean, he's been so mopey and uptight ever since-" Ed gestures towards Izzy loosely and tosses the bear again. The wind is becoming stronger. "You know."

There's no reply for a long moment and then Izzy sighs.

Ed rolls his eyes at the sound. This fucking song and dance again. Thirty fucking years and the sound of Izzy sighing is the same as it has always been.

"Boss, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ed brings the bear up to face him and wiggles it. "'*I have no idea what you're talking about*'," he repeats in a sing-song voice before pushing upright into a sitting position. He eyes Izzy and points at him with the bear. "Fuck off, yes you do."

Realisation dawns on Izzy's face, a visible narrowing of his eyes. Ed dislikes that look; the sight of that expression usually heralds a fucking argument.

"If you're referring to your *boyfriend*-"

"Don't say it like that-" Ed sighs.

"-you'll be glad to know that he's barely spoken to me since then." Izzy cuts a few bits of wood from his block.

Ed groans. Stars above... "No, I *won't* be glad to hear that, good God, man, that's the opposite of what I want to hear."

That makes Izzy frown. "Why?"

Ed stares at the bear in his hand. "Because he's miserable." He turns it over, rubbing a finger over the hatched fur. "And I dunno why."

"What, he's not talking your ear off about it?" The sound of whittling picks up again. "I thought that was his whole thing. *Talking*."

"He's just... I don't get it, why he's keeping his distance, he fancies the pants off of you-"

The block of wood hits the deck with a dull thump. Izzy bends down to

retrieve it immediately, looking somewhat flustered.

Ed feels his ears prickling with interest. He leans forward. "You good there, mate?"

"Yeah, I just... Lost my grip," Izzy answers but the knife in his hand stays in a notch in the wood, unmoving.

Ed unfolds and rises to his feet. "You do realise it though, don't you?"

"I don't know what -"

"Mmm, no, stop that," Ed says and draws closer. He circles around Izzy. The first mate is tense. Alert.

It makes Ed's dick twitch.

"He wants you," he murmurs when he leans down over Izzy's shoulder. His hair falls as a grey curtain between them. "I was jealous at first, when he started babbling about you. We'd had a nice dinner together, we were lounging in front of the fireplace, and what do you know, half a bottle of rum later he was waxing poetic about you." Ed breathes in deeply. Izzy smells of leather and hard work and a hint of lavender, and Ed smirks.

"The other night when I fucked him, he moaned your name."

The hitch in Izzy's breath is almost covered up by the wind, but the little noise is exquisite and Ed wants to bottle it up.

"Well, he would have, anyway, if he hadn't bitten his fucking fist halfway through, wouldn't he?"

"Edward," Izzy says tightly. "What's the point of this?"

Ed chuckles. "The point is," he says. "that there's a storm coming, and you're going to fuck my boyfriend again."

With a scoff, Izzy turns to face Ed, and Ed straightens, hooking his thumbs in his belt and leaning back in the way he knows makes his top ride up a bit. Izzy's eyes flick to the bared stretch of skin and Ed's blood sings.

"I'm not," Izzy says finally, once he's torn his eyes from Ed's stomach.

Ed grins. "You will. I'll bet you a month's wages that you will."

"I don't need the fucking money," Izzy spits.

A gust of wind makes the unfurled sails snap. Ed looks up, the electric sensation in the air making his skin tingle, his blood run hot. A giddy tremor rocks through him and he swings into the shroud, ignoring the twinge his knee gives at the movement. "Fine, a month's wages if you *don't* fuck him, then." He laughs when the first bolt of lightning appears in the distance.

"You can't afford that!" Izzy shouts, but Ed just laughs.

"Get to work, Izzy!"

Ed swings higher, and he sees the crew making their way onto the deck.

"What's happening?"
"Are we under attack?"

The chattering is loud enough that Ed can hear it from halfway up the shroud. He ignores it, peering at the horizon. Dark clouds are gathering, approaching fast.

"Where's Ed?!" he hears Stede's voice. "How didn't he see this coming?"

"He did, the fucker just didn't tell us," Izzy says and Ed lets out another bark of laughter, calling on their attention.

"It's just a little one! Jim, Frenchie, get up here and help me with this!" Ed starts pulling on ropes and setting out to furl the sail, wrapping it tightly to the mainyard.

Jim climbs the shroud easily but Frenchie stumbles, grabbing hold of the ratlines and Ed rolls his eyes. The guy will learn when he falls one day. "Faster now," Ed shouts and beneath them, Fang tugs at the lines.

It's electric, and the lightning in the air sets the hairs on Ed's neck raising.

Once Ed tightens the last knot on the sail, he looks down. The ocean is alive, white topped waves crashing into the side of the Revenge. The crew are still scrambling to tie everything down, and where -

There. On the aft side of the deck, Izzy and Stede are working together to secure a line of barrels. Ed laughs at the sight, glee bubbling into his chest, and he swings down, narrowly missing Frenchie as he's clambering down with effort.

"- I know how to do it!" Stede's voice is shrill and cuts through the booming of the waves as Ed comes closer.

"What the fuck happened to *listening* when I try to teach you-" Izzy bites back and Stede's mouth hangs open in an unflattering gape.

"Well that-that's not-that's besides the point!"

"How the fuck-" Izzy grunts out and quickly reties one of Stede's knots. "Is that not precisely the point, you fucking idiot?!"

Stede's sound of disapproval is audible over

a wave crashing against the stern. "You can't talk to me like-"

Izzy whirls around and grabs Stede by the front of his drenched shirt, pulling him down to his level. "I *can*, when you're *acting* like an idiot-"

Another wave knocks Ed off balance, just as he finally finishes making his way across the slippery deck. "Hey, you're losing the bet, great!"

With anger in his eyes, Izzy casts a glance at Edward. 'I'm not about to *fuck* him - "

" What?" Stede squeaks.

"I mean, I didn't think you'd do it in the middle of a *storm*-"

Before Ed can finish the jab, a sound makes something cold trickle down his spine. Something heavy and wet, fabric untangling, ripping - he looks up and sees the sail unfurling, bit by but, the knots snapping. The mast creaks as the wind catches the sail.

"Cut it! Cut the line before we sink!" Ed bellows at the top of his lungs, and several crew scramble towards the shrouds, knives at the ready.

Ed starts forward, but the wood under his feet might as well be suds of soap in the bath and he tumbles. As he falls, he sees the sail loosening, a heavy bundle crashing down on them.
He turns and sees Izzy and Stede, clinging to each other to stay upright and he lets out a shout of warning.

The sound drowns in a crack of thunder.

POLL
Who gets injured?

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