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It was only going to happen once , Edward had once promised himself. An honest mistake. Happens to everyone , he excused another time. It took the blood permanently staining the wood of his cabin’s floor for him to notice a problem.
He sat on his cot, observing his work. A man on the crew, Edward didn’t remember the name, laid lifeless on the floor. He should be dead by now, it usually didn’t take long. Edward learned that from experience. Blood seeped from the deep puncture wounds in the body’s neck and landed into a small pool. The body was pale, any color that was there already sucked out in Edward’s hunger. It was easy to cover up a death or three. But in a week? It’s gotten harder to find people who want to stay out on deck on their own.
“Ed, are you in—For fuck’s sake.” Israel walked into Edward’s room, the door hitting the corpse’s head on the way in. His tone was more annoyed than worried. “Couldn’t you wait until we hit port?”
Vampire. That was the word for what he is. An undead creature who drinks the blood of others. Thought to be a monster limited to fairytales, at least according to Israel. He’s known about Edward’s ‘affliction’ for a while now. They stole some especially shiny jewelry off some pirates in a midnight raid together, examining them long into the night. ‘ Where in the fuck is your reflection? ’ Edward remembers Israel saying before he had to practically drag him back to his cabin to explain.
It was still something to adjust to, especially on a pirate ship. Constantly tired from having to be awake enough throughout the day and only being able to walk around safely at night, suffering until you’re at the brink of hunger before you eat something— someone .
Edward wiped some of the blood out of his stubble. “Sorry, man,” he sighs, “After a while, the hunger just takes over, you know? It just switches my brain off.”
“I get that, Ed, but,” Israel sat beside him, his voice more genuine than before, “Jesus, did it have to be someone who was actually close to the Captain this time?”
Great. That’s why the adrenaline Edward always got after eating ran longer than normal. Now that it was on the floor, the body did look slightly familiar. He could remember getting yelled at by someone with his shape a few times in his sleep deprived state. Old enough to be friends with Hornigold, that’s probably why he didn’t taste as good as some of the other crew members.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck indeed.”
The body was heavier than normal, even with the lack of blood and Edward’s increased strength. Still, much easier than if he was alone. Israel accidentally tripped over one of Edward’s ‘meals’ one night, he was oddly compliant and willing to help. ‘If they find out, they’ll have both our heads,’ he explained afterwards. Their movements were almost mechanical, knowing exactly when and where to turn. Wind whipped through their ears, the only sound they heard before the corpse splashed over the ship.
“How long until you need another?” says Israel. He says it every time. Every time he’s just as annoyed. The wind brushed across his face as he spoke despite Edward always prodding him about tying it back.
“A week, maybe. A week and a half if I really push myself,” Edward always replies back. And it’s always a week and a half. And Israel always finds excuses so the rest of the ship doesn’t question anything.
Israel nods in understanding. Then a beat of silence. “W-would you want me to stay here with you? Through the night?” More hair blows in front of his face. He tucks a lock behind his ear.
Please. Please stay. I can’t stay alone another night —“Nah, it’s fine, you can sleep. One of us needs to.”
They shared a look, like they both knew that wasn’t what either of them wanted. A part of them wanted to say it, but the pull of simply surviving got the better of them, walking side by side to their respective cabins in an uncomfortable silence.
Edward could still see the caked blood on the floorboards of his room. He bought a rug last time they made port to cover it, but you can only aim so well when you’re struggling a man almost double your age to the ground. The heat from when he and Israel were sitting there was still echoed on the sheets, even more apparent with his lack of body heat.
Knees curled up to his chest, he thought. And thought and thought. It’s all he could do at night, the cacophony of his muddled thoughts almost overriding the maddening silence. He thought about how to explain the disappearance of the man he ate. He thought about when he could get his next meal. He thought about why he’s still on this fucking ship. It would be easier to leave, or better yet, just walk into the daylight one last time. He’s attempted both, but he can never bring himself to it. He still loved the sea. Always have, always will. If he was the captain of his own ship, he could maybe decide where and when they traveled. He could even have a crew of people who were just like him. A crew of vampires. Of course, he’d bring Israel, too. He wouldn’t mind the late nights.
—
The next week was as hot as it was hard to find a meal. With the death of a close friend—Dave, Israel told him—of Hornigold, the entire crew was on edge.
One night, they all had to keep watch around the ship in groups. Edward and Israel were partnered with a crew member a few years younger than both of them. He was picked up a few months ago to Edward’s memory. The newcomer was dangerously careless, keeping his back turned without care like he wasn’t on a pirate ship with a blood-thirsty vampire. His fangs could practically feel the pressure of piercing the skin—
Edward’s back was slammed into the closet next to them by the collar. “We are a few days away from Nassau, alright?” Israel dragged him away to growl. “I pulled a few strings to get there quicker, okay? You are not allowed to blow your— our fucking cover like just like that,”
The situation got increasingly intoxicating. With their new proximity, Edward could smell the frustration and adrenaline off the other man, Israel’s blood heating as he spoke. There was something else to the scent, too. Something crisp, like fresh petrichor, but sweeter. It was aggravatingly inviting, the grip Israel had on his wrist pulling him even closer, making him constantly aware of the other man’s blood flow.
Despite the pleasant assault on his senses, he could hear the genuine worry and care in Israel’s voice. He relented with a huff and a nod, the buzzing in his head preventing him from speaking.. Israel pulled them both back to their post. Edward resigned himself to “keep watch” of the murderer who was in a room alone with two potentially amazing meals.
—
It had been almost two weeks. Edward kept track. The ship’s navigator said that they were a day or so away from the port each time he asked. Vampiric hunger was much different than human, he learned. He felt physically better than he would if he was a human, but he was so…
Aware. Every smell, every drop of blood spilt during raids, every ray of sunshine–as protected as he was, he felt it ten times fold. It hadn’t been this bad in years. Then again, it was never going to be as bad as the first time.
The deck went in circles in his eyes as he sat on the stairs with Israel. He tried to center himself in any way he could; gripping both his headscarf and Israel’s hand tight enough that they could break. The same man that had been with them during their patrol was next to them, leaning against the railing. Cian, Edward learned while trying to distract himself from his hunger by talking to him. Back turned. Hornigold called a meeting on deck a few minutes before. “To discuss a plan for our disappearing crewmates,” he had the quartermaster explain to them. Other members of the crew sat or stood in a cluster in the middle of the deck as Hornigold spoke.
“As you all know,” he began, lounging and leaning on a chair he brought to the front of the fucking deck. “We’ve had a slew of disappearances the past few months. It’s safe to assume they've been killed. One of them now, being a close confidant of mine” A hand was brought to his chest to feign somberness. “I have come to the conclusion that there is an animal or monster in our moments. Now, we are reaching Nassau in a few days, where whatever it is will leave for the surplus of food there. Any questions?”
Various crew members raised their hands with queries of varying degrees of intelligence. Hornigold answered them all the same, needing an excuse to hear the sound of his own voice. Voices overlapping with each other, the relentless sun, the smell of blood and grime always fresh in the air, Edward couldn’t handle it. Israel said something to him. Edward couldn’t hear–or rather, he could hear too much, but he could understand the concern. His brain went on autopilot.
Screams and gasps filled the ship as Edward leapt from the stairs. He was on the ground—Cian under him—drinking. It was so good, so warm, he couldn’t stop until there wasn’t anything more to drink. With every ounce of the iron-filled liquid, Edward could feel his strength returning. Biting the man was exactly how he imagined, too. Cian’s more muscular build had the perfect amount of give when Edward first sunk his fangs in, exactly how he imagined. It was a messier experience than usual, the scarlet liquid covering his hands, face, and the deck below, but fuck , was it good. Coming down from his high, Edward looked up from his meal.
Everyone was looking at him, their faces contorted in shock and disgust. Aside from Hornigold. It’d been so long since Edward ate in front of people, he’d forgotten what it was like. The last time he’d done it was after he was first turned. The stares, the whispers, the judgment he could practically feel. All too familiar. The crowd he’d gathered back then were too shocked to harm him in any way.
Before he could take another drink, a hand grabbed his arm to pull him back; Israel’s. “Are you fucking crazy?!” He yelled, panic running through him. They were both kneeling over Cian, body now pale and cold. Poor guy.
“Now this is something to behold isn’t it? A vampire and his lackey.” God fucking damn it. Hornigold’s voice rang from above them, his boots coming into Edward and Israel’s peripheral. His steps matched both their heartbeats (Edward’s less subtle than normal) as he came closer into view. “I’ve suspected for months now, but it’s kind of you to be upfront about it.”
They simultaneously attempted to stammer out an excuse, Israel more successful, choking out a, “Captain, please, we—” before his hair was grabbed, pulling his gaze upwards.
“Being an accomplice to the murder of someone in your crew,” His grip tightened. “That might be even more pathetic than doing it yourself.”
Israel didn’t need to respond, his eyes doing it for him. Contempt, fear, and submission all melded together in his expression before Hornigold let go of him with a shove. Hornigold looked to the rest of the crew. “Take them to one of our smallest rooms and lock the door tight.”
—
The room was cold and dark, not a window in sight. Israel sulked against a wall while Edward put all of his weight smashing into the door. No luck. Whatever they used to barricade or lock it was strong as shit. He kicked at it again.
“Give it up, Ed. We’re not going to get out. At least, not unless they let us.” Israel said softly, barely able to hear over Edward’s attack on the door. His knees were clutched tight at his chest, almost shaking. This wasn’t an unfamiliar sight for Edward, the panic and desperation of when they first joined Hornigold’s crew still fresh in his mind after all this time.
“You don’t know that! A few more hits and it’ll—” He paused to kick it again. It didn’t budge. “—break right on down. Damn.”
“You might as well save your strength. Doubt you had enough of that guy to keep going strong for a week.” As much as he’d like to argue, Israel was right. Edward slumped down next to him with a sigh, resting his head on the back of the wall. They sat in a panicked but comfortable silence, dreading what could happen next.
—
“Do you think he was serious?” Edward inquired. “About him always knowing.”
“Hard to say. You were pretty obvious about it.” Israel’s voice returned from the shaking mess it was a couple hours ago to his usual calm cynicism.
“What?” Edward raised his voice. “I was not!”
“Edward. I’ve caught you so many times after you’ve had a meal. Anyone could open the door like I have.”
“I guess but—”
“And God knows you’re not quiet when you have to take a guy down.”
“Alright, alright!” he pouted. “I see your point.”
—
“I was right.” Israel said after a few more hours of silence.
“About?”
“If Hornigold found out about you. ‘He’d have both of our heads.’” It’d been a few minutes since Edward looked at Israel, his eyes adjusting much easier to the dark than the human next to him. Israel’s eyes and cheeks were both wet now but his voice didn’t show it.
“Mm, I guess so,” He replied, voice weak with guilt. God, Edward really did loop him into all his shit, didn’t he? What got at him the most was that Israel wasn’t at his throat at all. If anything, they’ve gotten closer, but that could just be that they’re both cold as hell. “I’m sorry, man.”
“S’fine. Just didn’t think it’d be like this.”
—
“Edward.” They hadn’t talked in a few hours, a day had passed since the bite, since everyone in the crew learned about his secret, since Israel was locked in this freezing room because of a mistake Edward caused.
“Mm?” He croaked. With the consistent darkness, it took all of Edward’s willpower to not fall asleep. It surely didn’t help that he was laying on the most comfortable pillow in the world; Israel Hands himself.
“What if,” He took a breath, loud in comparison to the thick quiet. “What if this isn’t supposed to kill you?”
“What?”
“If the captain wanted to kill you, he could’ve done that by now. They didn’t throw us in the cell we actually have, and if he wanted to torture you, wouldn’t he do it where he can see?”
“What about you?” Edward began. This was the most serious conversation they’ve had in the two days they’ve been in there. “You’re here with me, so he must have a plan for you, too.”
“I think…that he wants you to drink from me.”
Fuck. Edward was taken back to when he was still at home. He was twenty. Rain poured down around him with a roar, mixing with his own tears, moonlight reflecting off of it. That is, before the puddles were clouded and muddied with blood.
He was crying, maybe sobbing. It was hard to tell, with the storm drowning out all of his voice and thoughts. His mother lay slack in his arms, blood pooling out from her neck in streams. She was calm, that was the worst part about it.
Edward had already killed his father a few years back, rage overtaking him rather than hunger that night. He came back home afterwards covered in blood. When his mother saw him enter, she barely reacted. She just sighed and grabbed him a cup of tea. The reality of Edward being a vampire hung in the air as an uncomfortable truth, never spoken, never mentioned. No matter what, she always smiled at him. The same smile that caused water to fall down on her cheeks that he could barely realize were his tears.
“No.” He sat up straight.
“Ed, all I’m saying is you may have to. I would much rather you survive this than me.” Israel’s hand landed on Edward’s thigh in empathy. Was that his mother’s nail polish? Nah, just the shadows.
“Iz, I can’t,” God, Edward’s voice sounded so pathetic, but he couldn’t even care. “You’ve already helped with so much, but this? I just can’t—”
The hand on Edward’s thigh squeezed to shut him up. “I’m not saying it has to be now, but,” Israel looked at him, resigned and desperate. “You might have to. It could be the only way Hornigold lets us out.”
He couldn’t. “Why are you so calm about this? If anything, you should be more pissed about this than me. You’re the one who he could be trying to sacrifice.” Edward could practically feel Hornigold’s shit-eating grin as he opened the door to witness Israel’s fixed expressions of shock (or worse, a smile) and Edward’s sobs.
“ Because ,” Israel began, firmly. “It could be one of us or neither of us. I know which one I’d prefer. What about you?” He could already tell Edward was about to protest, giving his thigh another squeeze. “Just—we should just entertain it as a possibility. At least. Alright?”
“Alright.” He could never say no to him. Even now.
—
Another day passed. Another day of sleeping and staring into nothing. Edward’s hunger started to become apparent. Slower than normal with the lack of energy he was using. The blood on his shirt had dried and began to smell.
“If you drank from me,” Israel began. Edward was about to stop him from continuing. “Would it have to kill me?” This was the exact opposite of what he needed to think about. Another day of sleeping into nothing had passed. His hunger had started to become a problem. It was slower than it usually is, the lack of movement attributing to it, but
“Of course it would. How couldn’t it?”
“We get injuries all the time. If you take a non-lethal amount, would it still be as deadly? We’ve been through enough to know a little blood loss won’t kill us.”
“Maybe,” Edward looked to the ceiling, “But I haven’t really gotten the chance to experiment. It’s always either draining the guy completely now, or starve.
“Be better to do it now than when you're starving, then.”
—
Another few hours of silence passed, possibly another day with it. Edward could feel his hunger growing. Edward moved himself to one side of the room with Israel on the other. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. Looking up from the knees squeezed tightly to his chest, Edward watched Israel. He was awake as well, though visibly exhausted. He sat against the wall, resting his arm on a propped up leg. Edward furrowed his brow, frustrated that he couldn’t tell what the other man was thinking.
“Edward,” he said, his face still turned to the door. “I think it’s time.”
“What?” No. No, he couldn’t mean…
“It’d be reckless to wait any longer. We both know it.”
“Iz, wait, no,” Fuck, of course he was stuttering. Edward looked down at the floor. “It’s fine— I’m fine. We still, I still have a few days left in me.”
When he looked back up, Israel was crouching in front of him. Somehow towering Edward despite his smaller frame. His eyes were serious, with a touch of sadness. “We need to do this now.” Tears built up in Edward’s eyes at the thought. One wrong move, and he could be dead, was the only thought replaying in his mind. The hands pulling his legs closer to his body tightened.
“Izzy, please,” Edward stumbled out between sobs, broken and desperate. His face was already wet, but he didn’t remember the tears falling.“I can’t, it’s too much. I don’t wanna kill you.”
“We don’t know if it will.” A hand reached into Edward’s curly and surely matted hair. Israel’s voice was calm, speaking slowly and softly. “Ed, Edward, look at me. You’re not going to kill me.” Israel’s voice wavered at his last few words, but he persisted. His hand reached Edward's, interlocking against his dampened cheek. Edward leaned into the comforting touch. “You’re worried about losing control and drinking too much, yes?”
Edward nodded.
“If I tell you to stop or you feel like it’s getting hard to resist,” Israel swallowed, “I’ll kick you off, is that alright?”
It was enough of a plan for Edward to come back down from where he was. He nodded again, softly chuckling this time. “Are you sure this isn’t an excuse to hit me, mate?”
Israel smiled slightly, readjusting the hand intertwined with Edward’s. If it was anyone else, Edward would assume he was still upset. “Maybe a little. I think I deserve it by now.”
As faulty as it was, it was the best option they had. And Edward trusted Israel, whether it to help him, to patch him up, or to fight with him, or to be his fucking meal in this case. “Alright, then,” Edward wiped his cheeks and eyes with his free hand, “Let’s fucking do this.”
The two untangled themselves from each other, quietly moving themselves into what would be the best position. With some hesitation, they decided to tie Edward’s hands behind him with the excess of his sleeves. The stretch of the fabric added ripples in the dried blood stains. Israel sat back facing the wall with Edward crouching in front of him, leaning into his neck. His fangs were already hovering over Israel’s throat. And fuck, there was the smell again. The freshness, the richness, all of it overtaking Edward’s senses. It was all so close, so possible, so tempting.
“Ready?” Edward’s eyes were already unfocusing, his mind only imagining the flow of blood and how it’d taste on his tongue. Israel’s blood. How would he react? Would he tough it out? Would he cry? Edward was intrigued to find out.
“Y-yes.” Israel swallowed after he spoke. Edward watched his Adam’s apple bob with intent. He was clearly nervous, his body already tensing up.
With the confirmation, Edward slowly sunk his teeth into Israel’s soft skin, fangs biting through like a hot knife. Blood filled his mouth, salty, rich, and warm. It was everything Edward could’ve ever imagined and more. Israel’s scent and taste mixed together, clouding Edward’s brain in a pleasant fogginess. He moaned into the wound as he lapped up the stray drops. His grip tightened as he could feel the fresh blood in his system heat with desire.
“Ed-Edward…” Israel whispered out, soft and cautious, grabbing onto Edward’s shirt in front of him. As Edward slipped his fangs back into the wound, Israel went pliant in his arms, like prey accepting its fate, moaning into the other man’s hair. Taken aback, Edward sucked in a breath, more blood flowing into his mouth than expected, eliciting another slew of whimpers from the other man. His breath was shaky and labored, arms wrapping around Edward’s shoulders to pull him closer. It was such a contrast from the mundane, reliable man Edward was used to. He was now reduced to a whimpering puddle of quiet sobs and curses under his breath. Edward wanted nothing more than to break out of his tied sleeves and hold Israel close to him, to feel his trembling body under his fingers.
“Alright, Izzy?” Edward whispered into the crook of Israel’s neck.
“Y-yeah,” He was still shaking, “S’fine.”
“Sounds like it was more than just fine, mate.” Sitting back up, Edward took in the full image that was Israel. Teary eyed and limp, trying to regain his composure. He kept his grip tight on Edward’s shirt like it was the only thing keeping him alive. His hair was tousled against the wall he was leaning on. Blood was still slowly seeping into his unbuttoned shirt. He looked gorgeous.
Edward leaned in closer, feeling Israel’s shaking breaths on his face. He studied the other man’s face, looking for an invitation to close the distance. Before he could ask, Israel grabbed his neck to pull him in. Everything was endlessly hot. Edward pressed his lips deeper onto Israel’s chasing more heat, eliciting a small yelp from the other man. Was this what living people always felt like?
“Fucking idiot.” Israel said, still out of breath, his lips pink from pressure, though stained with his own blood. He still looked delicious and smelled even better, but Edward didn’t want to overstep what he was already grateful to be allowed. This closeness was more than enough right now.
Edward leaned back into Israel’s lips. The kiss was deep, needy and wanting. Edward lapped his tongue over Israel’s teeth, asking permission to deepen the kiss. Israel complied, letting his tongue graze along Edward’s fangs. His mouth was warm, the kind that Edward loved.
“Mmf, Iz,” said Edward through escaping gasps, “So good.” His tongue explored the other man’s mouth with enthusiasm. Israel’s death grip on Edward’s shirt loosened, melting into the enveloping touch. Edward could feel Israel’s blood rise the longer they kissed. He could feel the blood rush from his head and wound and into his crotch.
“Ed. Edward .” Israel pushed onto Edward’s chest, catching his breath, biting the other man’s lip as he broke apart from the kiss. Still needing air, his chest heaved with every gasp. His face was flushed, pink and full of blood. Their lips were connected with a red string of saliva. It took everything out of Edward to not lean in for another bite. Their foreheads were pressed together, breathing, leaning on each other like they needed it to survive. The air was hot and thick.
With one last kiss, Israel's grip on Edward’s shirt tightened before slamming him into the wall in his place. Edward always forgot how strong the older man was. Israel settled himself on Edward’s lap, draping his arms over Edward’s shoulders. It should’ve been illegal how coquettish Israel looked. “Focus, Edward,” he whispered, stealing another kiss—this time, more innocent. Almost like Israel was pretending to be less experienced than he was. That is, until he rolled his hips again into Edward’s, smooth and slow. Warm pleasure slowly bubbled again at his waist as he returned the motion.
“Fuck, Iz, untie me,” Edward whined through a moan. They were so close, mouths touching yet neither of them connecting it into a kiss. “Wanna feel you.” He’s never wanted anything more in his undead life. If he wasn’t completely at the mercy of the older man, he’d grab Israel by the waist—Edward could already imagine how perfect it’d fit—pulling him close and feeling him shudder.
Through lidded eyes, Israel shifted his gaze towards Edward’s neck before leaning into his shoulder. Edward felt hands behind him at his tied sleeves fumbling with the knot.
Oh, fuck. Edward threw his head back, crashing it against the wall. Israel bit with his own, flat teeth into the other man’s neck, though not enough to draw blood. Licking and sucking with the same eagerness as Edward did but with more concentration. The stimulation went directly to his ever increasing erection. He thanked whatever gods were out there that his expression was concealed by the darkness.
As soon as his hands were freed, they made a beeline straight for Israel’s waist—they fit just as perfectly as he imagined. Edward pulled him close, creeping his hands from Israel’s hips to the waistline of his pants.
Israel sucked in a breath as Edward slipped his hand under his pants, tracing meaningless shapes into the soft skin. He was already soaked, Edward feeling the slick as he ran his fingers along Israel’s slit. Soft moans vibrating against Edward’s neck.
“F-fuck…” Israel released his teeth to moan, bringing his hands to Edward’s chest, hot breaths hitting Edward’s neck. Already squirming like crazy into the touch despite Edward’s tight grip on his hips.
Edward dragged the hand not holding Izzy against him up to the man’s face. “Izzy,” he gently tugged him off his shoulder. Israel was completely pliant, moving into any touch he was given. Edward touched his fingers to the other man’s lips, softly pulling at them. Israel obediently took the fingers in his mouth, coating them saliva. He sucked and swallowed around Edward’s digits beautifully. It almost made him question if he’d rather have Israel’s mouth on him instead, the pressure on his fingers already going straight to his cock. “That’s enough,” Edward said, pulling his fingers away. The free hand still holding Israel against him let go to fumble with the ties on his pants while Israel worked on his own, climbing off of Edward’s lap.
Their bodies began to move on autopilot, tossing their clothes into the corner of the dark room. Edward leaned back onto the wall, wetting his cock with his saliva-coated fingers. Israel returned to Edward’s lap, straddling him on his knees. Before he could sink himself down, Edward held his hip in a tight grip, Israel whining in response. His own cold saliva hit Edward’s fingers, residual blood mixing with the clear liquid. He let his fingers drag along Israel’s slit, circling the other man’s cock with the hand keeping his hips in place. Israel was tight, unbearably so. The first digit Edward pushed into Israel’s entrance sank in quickly, already leaving him shaking.
“Ed, please just—Fuck, put it in already. I can handle it,” Israel covered his mouth between moans, unabashedly grinding his hips onto Edward’s fingers as he added another.
“You sure?” Edward replied, barely above a whisper, too focused on working Israel open. His cock was twitching from lack of stimulation and need, but he had to make sure Israel was comfortable. He began to scissor his fingers apart, feeling Israel quickly tighten around him.
Pleasure split through Israel’s body. “Shit! Yes, Edward. Just fuck me, please,” he began to babble, even more frantically. Edward finally removed his fingers and loosened his grip on the other man, letting him sink slowly onto his cock.
The tight warmth enveloping Edward caused him to shiver. Israel paused for a moment after bottoming out to let himself adjust, leaning on Edward’s shoulders for stability, rocking his hips before moving. As the initial tension faded, his movement got much more confident, his hips rolling at a moderate, steady pace, moaning each time they reconnected.
Edward never strayed his gaze off of Israel, his dark eyes transfixed on the older man. Israel moved like he’d done it a million times, yet his expression was hidden with shyness and trepidation. Edward kept a hand on the man’s thigh, tracing obscure shapes into the muscle with his thumb, thrusting his hips upwards to meet Israel’s.
“Taking me so well, huh, Iz? Riding my cock like a fucking champ,” Edward whispered in encouragement, grabbing the back of Israel’s neck to pull him closer. Israel responded to the praise with a loud moan, quickening his pace. Edward adjusted his grip to higher on Israel’s hips, daring to grab him tight and fuck him properly, to take full control.
“Just do it already, fucking twat.” Israel grumbled, though not letting up in his speed. “‘Can handle more than that.”
“Don’t need to tell me that twice,” Edward purred. He could feel the slow rise and fall of Israel’s chest as he pulled him closer, the shivers as he dragged his fingers along the dip in Israel’s back, his hips staggering before pausing. The man’s breaths were heavy and laborered, his vitality dripping off of him with every action. He was the fucking embodiment of life and Edward was just along for the ride.
“Edward—” Israel's voice was still stern, though now completely still, limp in Edward’s arms.
“Alright, alright,” Edward whispered to the other man, whose head returned to be slotted between his shoulders. With one sharp thrust, every muscle in Israel’s body tensed, hands clambering for anything to hold onto. Edward’s grip on Israel’s hips was sure to draw bruises as he continued thrusting. He held on tighter, red flushing those areas before it’d turn purple and blue. “Fuuck,” he drew out, soft enough to still hear Israel’s ever increasing moans. “There we go, Izzy. Nice and tight for me.”
Edward stopped his thrusts, choosing rather to roll his hips into the other man. Gentle and intense, he sighed at the feeling of Israel tightening around him, arousal beginning to bubble a slow, strong heat in his stomach. He quickened his pace, “I’m close, Iz,” he fumbled out. “Do you mind if I—”
“I don’t fucking care, just—fuck, right there—just keep going.”
With the confirmation, Edward returned to his original brutal pace, placing a hand on Israel’s back for more leverage. They were both moaning, now even louder than before.
His orgasm rushed over him in waves, like the pressure from months and years of purely having to survive was flooding out. His hips began to stutter as he continued to thrust, milking his orgasm until it filled and dripped out of the other man. “Fucking hell,” he said, coming down from his high. They stayed in that position for a while, preferring to stay entangled, listening to the other’s breathing slow.
“This isn’t going to get me pregnant, right?”
The question hung in the air for a moment before Edward responded. “Nah, probably not. The perks of being dead I’d assume,” Edward shrugged.
With a groan, Israel pulled himself off of the other man’s lap, settling beside him. “Hopefully that doesn’t become a problem.”
“Mm,” Edward hummed. “Hold on,
“N-no?” Israel said hesitantly.
“Fucking hell man!” Edward promptly moved over Israel, pulling at the man’s hips to get him on his back. “You should’ve told me.”
“Ed-Edward, it’s fine. I can— fuck !” Edward got to work before Israel could protest further, licking a stripe along Israel’s cunt, tasting his own cum on his tongue. He kissed and sucked on the surrounding skin, leaving hickeys on Israel’s inner thighs and lips. The flat of his tongue pressed against Israel’s cock before taking it all in his mouth, leaving the shorter man squirming and bucking his hips upwards. He took a handful of Edward’s hair in attempt to ground himself.
Edward’s name fell out of Israel’s mouth like a prayer, his free hands over his lips as he chanted it. “Edward, Edward, fuck. Please, don’t stop. I can’t—ah!” As he moaned, Edward slipped two fingers into the other man’s soaked heat, pumping them in and out as Israel writhed into it. With a gasp, Edward looked back up, “Fuck, Izzy. So fuckin’ tight for me.”
“Please, please, Ed—I’m so close, please!”
“Hm?” Slowly, Edward removed his cum and saliva-soaked fingers, softly kneading Israel’s cock instead. Enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. “What was that? Think you need to be clearer, man.”
“Fucking twat,” he grumbled under his breath. To which Edward removed his fingers entirely. “Jesus, fuck, Ed! Please let me cum, I’ll do anything, please!”
“There we go,” Edward encouraged, returning his mouth and fingers back to Israel’s cunt, sucking and licking with eagerness. Humming as Israel continued his chants of please, please, please.
Israel shuddered through his orgasm, rolling his hips through the waves of pleasure into Edward for more stimulation. Stimulation that Edward was more than happy to give. After Israel began to whine from the over stimulation, Edward removed himself from Israel’s cock with a satisfying pop and settled himself next to the other man once again.
He rested his head on Israel’s shoulder, the comforting warmth of the other man’s presence already drawing him to sleep. He could feel the dried stream of blood brush against his cheek. “How do you feel?” he said after a few minutes of silence. “After the feeding.”
“Fine, a little less stressed than before. Doing as good as I can while being locked in a pitch black room.”
“You keep saying that, and I believe it less every time, mate.”
“I am fine, Edward, really. At least something good came out of all this.” As Israel spoke, he placed his hand over Edward’s hesitantly. Edward grabbed it without question, settling their connected hands in his lap.
“We should do this again tomorrow. Might need a snack,” Edward said, chuckling at Israel’s grumbles in response. He closed his eyes and fell into a comfortable sleep against the other man.
Israel stayed awake, watching the subtle rise of Edward’s chest as he slept. It was so peaceful, like he wasn’t thinking of the possibility of starving, what Hornigold could do to them next. He wrapped a hand around Edward’s waist, pulling him closer. “Yeah, maybe.”