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Ed was still feeling the rush from watching the boat burn as they arrived back at the Revenge. Couldn’t stop glancing over at Stede, fascinated by the side of him that he had seen. Stede and his men were busy telling the crew on deck the details and Ed listened for a moment before he got bored, he had seen it first hand, and wandered away to maybe find Izzy.
He knew that Izzy had taken up in a small space below deck, he was probably there, though he was surprised he wasn’t on deck keeping an eye on things. He had left him in charge to do that, wait, had he left him in charge?
Honestly he wasn’t sure he had given it any thought.
Still though, man shouldn’t be shirking his duties.
He moved quietly down the hall, but was distracted by voices coming from one of the rooms. It sounded like the boy Stede had as his scribe but what caught his attention was Fang’s voice. That was one of his men, and if there was some kind of secret rendezvous going on he should know about it.
At the door he stood still, quieting his breathing so he could hear what they were talking about.
“-not really a good idea to try with Izzy.”
Ed’s shoulders tightened, they were talking about Izzy?
A laugh, easy and snarky, “He’s all bark, isn’t he? Practically had him ready to go for a roll with a few words.”
Another pause, and Fang’s voice was serious. “He’s got a bite, but it’s not that. Just, just not a good idea to try to bed him.”
“Why? I’ve seen enough men to know when one is needy for it, and that was before he showed he knows how to bounce on a cock.”
“Just don’t, alright?”
The stress in Fang’s voice must have finally been obvious because there was just a sigh from Lucius and a muttered sorry, that he was only joking.
Ed took a step back from the door, the rage that he had on the party ship seeping back into his chest, furious that this little fucker thought he could touch Izzy. His Izzy? And Izzy nearly let him?
He turned and headed down the hall, steps heavy and purposeful. When he reached the room he didn’t hesitate as he pushed the door open without knocking, anything that was Izzy’s was his anyways.
Izzy was laying on the small cot, hands under his head, staring up at the ceiling. When the door flung open he startled, shoving up to a sitting position as his hand went to his sword tucked in against his side. It only took Izzy a moment to center on him and he watched his shoulders slump, hand leaving his sword to sit loosely in his lap as he turned to let his legs dangle and face Ed. “Captain.”
Ed stepped into the room and slid the door shut behind him, and his body language must have given away that something was wrong, Izzy sitting up straight, all attention on him.
“Boss?”
“Expected you to be up on deck, left you in charge, didn’t I?”
Really he thought the boy had just been talking big, no one on the Queen Anne would try to sweet talk Izzy, so he must have just been making shit up. There it was though, a flash of something on Izzy’s face as he flushed and his eyes darted away, “No need, everything was settled for the night.”
Ed moved closer to the cot, not stopping until he bumped Izzy’s legs, watching them spread uneasily to give him room to move closer. Izzy tilted his head up sharply to look at him, brows furrowed as he tried to figure out why Ed was in a mood.
When his only answer was silence he swallowed, trying to stay calm. “Your party?”
“Went to shit. Stede burned down the ship.”
Izzy’s eyes widened, an echo of his own appreciation in them, and that made the anger settle deeper. He casually kicked out, forcing Izzy’s legs wider, and reached down to wrap his fingers around the ring on his cravat. “You fuck that scribe?”
“What?”
He looped the cravat around his fingers, tightening it until he could feel the tension and then pressed under his chin with his knuckles, tilting his head up further. “Scribe said he fucked you.”
“He - he said what . I didn’t fuck anyone. He said we fucked?”
Ed gave a little shrug with one shoulder, “Heard him say you wanted to, is that true Izzy?” He twisted the cravat, watched Izzy take in a panicked breath when it pressed against his neck, “Are you so desperate for it you’ll bend over for anyone?”
“Ed-” His hand clenched, tightening hard enough to cut off Izzy’s air for long seconds before he loosened his grip. Izzy coughed, face red, and choked out, “Captain.”
“Mhm. That’s right, I’m your captain.” He let go of Izzy’s cravat to grab him by his shirt and drag him to his feet. He twisted Izzy in his grip until he had him pressed face first against the wall, knocking him into it hard enough to hear him grunt. Izzy turned his face just in time to not get his face bashed into the wall, but it still hurt.
One hand slid into hair to tug his head back, the other slid around the front of his neck, pressing carefully around it without putting any pressure. Izzy whimpered at the hold and Ed stifled a groan as he shifted until he could grind his hard cock against Izzy’s ass, pinning his hips against the wall with his own.
“Captain-”
“Shh.” His fingers pressed in as he lazily ground against Izzy’s ass, watching his face go red, and once he started to really squirm he let go. Izzy sucked in air, shivering as his body tried to keep up. “What happened with the boy?”
“Nothing-”
“Izzy.” Instead of tightening his hold he shifted back, pulling away from the full body contact, cock throbbing at the whine that slipped out of Izzy’s throat. The boy had no idea what he was talking about, he didn’t know what had happened or he’d said to Izzy, but this was what Izzy looked like when he was desperate for it. Ed should know, he was the only one that got to see it. “I know you aren’t lying to me, right Iz?”
For a moment it felt like Izzy might fight him on it, and he hadn’t really thought anything happened but if that boy had actually touched Izzy he’d cut his hands off. He was already planning it when Izzy huffed and spoke up. “I tried to get him to work, he took off with Fang to sketch him, and then fucked off with one of the other crew. I confronted him and-” He could hear Izzy swallow, could feel the heat against his hand that told him Izzy was blushing, “I may have handled it badly.”
None of that sounded like getting near fucking and he gave Izzy a little shake. “That all?”
“I threatened him and he got in my face and asked if I’d ever… if I’d ever been sketched.” Izzy’s throat bobbed against his hand, “They laughed and I just … fucked off. Not my crew, not my problem.”
Ed dragged his fingers through Izzy’s hair, his other hand moving up to cup Izzy’s jaw. “You let that boy get the best of you? No wonder you’re so embarrassed that you’d go and hide.”
“I'm not hiding.”
“Wanna be a captain and you can’t even control one snarky cabin boy.” He dropped one hand to the laces of Izzy’s pants, fingers dragging over the hardness pressing against them. “He said he knew what you look like bouncing on a cock, are you sure you don’t have anything else to tell me?”
“I was trying to, to mock them. I just-”
“If you’re so desperate to show him we could invite him in here to watch?”
“Edward I don’t want-”
“Or do you just want to show me?” He tugged at the laces, “A couple hours in charge and you’re aching to be put back in your place, aren’t ya? Clearly handling Stede’s crew was too much for you.”
Izzy had been settling into the rock of Ed’s hips but he stopped and tried to turn to look at Edward, anger flashing across his face. “That’s not fair, it’s not my fault they are shit pirates.”
“And you still couldn’t control them. Pathetic.”
Izzy tried to push away from the wall, putting real effort into it. Ed moved fast as he grabbed Izzy’s wrists and yanked them behind his back and shoved him against the wall again, pulling his arms up high enough to force another painful grunt out of him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
They were both breathing hard, and Ed expected Izzy to give in and wasn’t prepared when instead he snapped out, “Why do you care who I fuck anyways, you’ve got Bonnet to keep you busy.”
“Because you’re mine . Bonnet has nothing to do with that, you belong to me. Don’t worry about what I’m doing.”
Izzy flinched away at the words, body twisting in the hold, and snarled, “Maybe I will just fuck off then, leave you to your plan. I hear Jack is looking for-”
Ed stepped back and spun Izzy around and cut him off mid sentence with a backhand. Izzy jerked back against the wall and Ed followed him in and grabbed his jaw hard enough to bruise, his other hand grabbing Izzy’s wrist when he tried to raise it to stop him. “You’re gonna leave me?” Their eyes met and Ed could see that Izzy’s were wet, hurt in them that he didn’t even try to hide and the panic at the thought of Izzy daring to leave calmed. His first mate wasn’t going anywhere. He shoved his face away carelessly. “Didn’t think so.”
Izzy finally looked away, the wrist that Ed wasn’t holding came up to rub angrily across his face, scrubbing away any sign of tears. He was so fucking soft , wasn’t he? He tugged his wrist out of Ed’s hand and started to untie his laces.
“What are you doing?”
Izzy’s head came back up, scanning Ed’s face, and let his hands drop as his face flushed. “You said you wanted to fuck.”
Ed palmed his cock over his pants and shook his head, “Just asked if you wanted to show me mate, don’t remember actually offering.” He glanced up towards the deck, “Maybe I have other plans for my cock.”
Izzy’s stomach clenched, heart hammering, and more tears threatened to fall. His eyes slid down to Ed’s mouth, glanced down at the obvious bulge in his pants and he squirmed at the heat settled in his stomach. “Captain, please.”
“Please what?”
He clenched his jaw as Ed stared at him like he was some green deckhand not worth his time, frustrated when the anger and shame made his cock throb, made a needy sound slip from his lips. Ed raised an eyebrow and waited. Finally he whispered, “Please fuck me.”
“Nah, mate. Not good enough.”
Ed was clearly enjoying himself, so Izzy shoved down the ache, the unfairness of it and slid to his knees. It had been awhile since Ed had been like this, since the cruel edge in his words had actually cut, and Izzy tried not to wonder if maybe Ed wasn’t playing. He shuffled forward just short of touching and lifted his hands towards Ed’s pants, hovering there while he waited for permission. “Please?”
“You going to be this much of a slut for Jack if you’re his first mate, too?” Ed’s hands were on his face though, warmth seeping into his words to replace the coldness that had been there. “Or is this only for me?”
“For you captain, only for you.” He pressed into Ed’s touch, desperate for reassurance, for a sense of normalcy to replace whatever had been happening between them since they stepped foot on the Revenge. Since Stede fucking Bonnet.
“Go on then.”
Izzy wasted no time getting Ed’s pants open, tugging them down until his cock was free, bouncing out enticingly in front of Izzy’s face. He swayed forward, impatient to get his mouth on him, to be of service in any way Ed would let him.
Ed’s hips rocked forward, the tip brushing against his cheek, and he obediently opened his mouth to let him slip inside. He wrapped his lips around Ed’s cock, pressing his tongue up against him as Ed thrust into his mouth in small shallow movements. Izzy tried to move closer, to take more, but Ed pulled him back by his hair and shook his head. “Who is in control here?”
“You are, Captain.”
His reward was Ed’s cock back in his mouth and he did his best to hold still and let Ed use him as he pleased. His own cock ached, and he hovered one hand over his lap before he dropped it to his side. This wasn’t about him, this was about his captain.
Slowly Ed built up a rhythm, pushing in a bit farther, a little faster. Izzy tried to do as he was told but when it was clear that Ed planned to come this way, he whined around his cock and tried to pull away. Ed had been staring at the wall behind him but he seemed to shake himself from the trance and looked down, holding Izzy on his cock for a few more seconds before he let him pull off. “What?”
“Want you to fuck me, please.”
Ed tilted his head like he was thinking about it, and again Izzy wasn’t sure if it was part of the game they sometimes played or if Ed really wasn’t sure he wanted to fuck him. He shifted on his knees, uneasy and off kilter. “Gonna take too long to get ya ready, wanna get back up on deck before storytime.”
Izzy grasped on to that, face earnest as he reached for his own laces, “You don’t gotta do anything, I can take it. Please.”
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been fucked dry, not since Ed was his captain and they didn’t have to worry about hiding or rushing. It would hurt, but not as much as Ed leaving without touching him. At least then when he was on deck watching Ed be friendly with everyone except him, he’d have the ache to remember that his captain wanted him.
Ed stroked his thumb across Izzy’s jaw, and then up his cheek until it pressed just under his eye, over his tattoo. “You’re so very mine, aren’t you Iz?”
He nodded frantically as he struggled with his laces, nervous hands fumbling them. He finally got them undone and hesitated, “Where do you want me?”
“You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you Iz? I don’t even have to try very hard.” He started to answer, to reassure his captain that he would, when he noticed his expression. It was fond, heated, but under it there was disinterest.
“Captain?” There was a sudden urge to pull his pants up, get to his feet, some self preservation finally kicking in but he fought against it and waited. Ed’s words came back to him, how boring their life was, and he wanted to ask if being with him was part of that but he couldn’t bring himself to, afraid of the answer.
“On your belly.” Ed stepped back and grabbed his arm to help pull him to his feet. Their faces were close and he thought he saw Ed’s eyes drop down to his mouth, and he almost closed the distance but at the last moment he turned his head and slid around Ed, moving to the bed. It wasn’t his place to initiate something like that. Behind him he heard Ed sigh but he didn’t think about it as he shoved his leathers off and got on the bed, knees under him and chest down, offering himself to his captain.
Ed’s hand touched his side and he couldn’t hide the way he trembled at the small touch, the way he tried to push into it. He rubbed his face against the bed and tried to keep his mouth shut so he didn’t embarrass himself, but found himself whispering out, “Need you Eddie, please.” All his pretenses gone once they were like this, and when he stole a quick look at Ed he nearly sobbed at the pleased look he saw, no sign of the apathy from earlier.
His knees were nudged apart as Ed fit between them, his hand sliding up and over Izzy’s ass while he shoved his pants further down his thighs with his other hand. Izzy tried to brace himself, knew if he didn’t relax it would be worse.
He startled when Ed spread his cheeks and spit over his hole, his thumb rubbing it around and pressing in without any more warning, a moan ripping itself out of his throat as he pressed his hips back. Ed pushed in and out of him a few times before he pulled his thumb out to spit on him again and then it was his cock pressing into him.
The head slid over his hole a few times, precum smoothing the glide a little, and then he was pressing inside. Ed was hot and thick, not slick enough to make it not hurt, but Izzy didn’t care, not now that Ed was inside him.
“Shit, you’re tight, mate.”
Izzy didn’t answer, just rocked back into Ed’s thrusts as he worked himself in until he was pressed flush against Izzy’s ass. He wrapped an arm around Izzy’s chest and pulled him up to his hands so he could lean over his back and mouth at his throat.
Izzy tilted his head to give him better access, thrilled when he felt Ed’s teeth bite down, elated that Ed was going to leave a mark. He had felt so pushed to the side, forgotten about, but if Ed was willing to make him up where people could see that meant something. He could take any mocking, any thing they had to say, as long as they knew he was Ed’s. As long as Ed still wanted him.
He finally let go and leaned back, dropping his hands to Izzy’s hips, holding them as he pulled nearly all the way out and slid back in with a hard thrust. Ed let out a long moan at that and leaned into it, picking up a harsh pace. “Not gonna last, Iz. Touch yourself.”
Izzy nodded, mourning the loss of Ed’s mouth, but shifted so he could reach one hand down to wrap around himself, very carefully not thinking about why Ed had already been so worked up. His cock had flagged at the pain, and the angle Ed was fucking him at wasn’t quite right, but he stroked himself fast and hard.
It was only a few minutes before Ed dug his fingers into his hips to drag Izzy back hard on his cock and ground into him, coming deep in him. “Fuck, Iz, that’s good.” Ed flexed his hips to push as deep as he could before he pulled all the way out and shoved back in a few times, his come making it smoother and Izzy chased the flicker of pleasure.
He was nearly there when Ed slapped his ass with a breathless laugh and pulled completely out. Izzy cried out and his hips rocked back without meaning to, hand stuttering on his stroke. He had wanted to come around Ed’s cock, and his hole felt sore and empty.
“You come, Iz?”
He shook his head, and wasn’t ready for Ed to nudge him over onto his back, legs spread wide around him. He flushed as Ed looked down at him, hand stalled on his cock, suddenly shy to jerk off with Ed watching him.
Ed didn’t seem to notice and wrapped his hand around Izzy’s over his cock and encouraged him to stroke. Ed’s hand was big enough to completely cover his, that alone enough to get him close. When Ed’s thumb rubbed over the head on an upstroke it was enough to bring him over the edge. His hips bounced up, trying to fuck into their fists, and Ed kept up the pace until Izzy was shaky and whining.
Izzy thought he should feel better now that Ed fucked him, but already the smile was sliding off Ed’s face and he was glancing at the door, and he swallowed thickly. “Captain-”
“That was good, Iz.” Ed patted his thigh as he climbed over him, tugging his pants up. Ed glanced up again where the far off sounds of a lute were coming from the deck.
Izzy wanted to ask him to stay, wanted to beg him to climb back into bed and hold him, but he didn’t know if Ed would say yes and he couldn’t take it if he said no. Better to not ask, better to not know. Instead bitter words slipped out, “Going back to him now? Got what you wanted?”
Ed hesitated halfway to the door, “You wanted this, too. You begged for it.”
He tried to scoff but it came out as a sob and he could see Ed’s shoulders come up out of the corner of his eye. Ed took a step towards the bed but stopped when Izzy looked away. Izzy wished he had something to cover himself with, felt too vulnerable half naked, and tried to keep his voice from shaking. “It’s fine, captain . Just being a good first mate, right?” When Ed still didn’t answer he muttered, “Next time maybe I will just fuck the scribe.”
The silence between them turned cold, whatever Ed had been about to say forgotten and Izzy immediately regretted saying it. There were quiet steps until Ed was back at the edge of the bed. Izzy kept his eyes trained on the wall, afraid of what he would see. “You are mine . But sure, try it and see what happens.” Izzy couldn’t help but glance at Ed, couldn’t resist that deadly growl in his voice. “Say yes captain, I understand.”
Izzy held his eyes, there had to be something there. Ed couldn’t care this much about who he fucked if he didn’t care, right? Right? He finally pulled his knees up to give him some bit of dignity and ducked his chin, “Yes Captain, I understand.”
“Understand what?”
“I’m yours.” He curled in tighter. “No fucking without permission.” For him anyways, only ever rules that just applied to him.
“Good boy. Get yourself cleaned up and come back up on deck, yeah? Have some fucking fun for once.” Ed touched his face, thumb running possessively over the tattoo one more time before he left without another word.
Izzy counted to sixty after the door shut before he moved, making sure that Ed had really gone. He took a few deep breaths, wincing at the ache in his ass and made a face as the mess of come leaking out of him. It didn’t matter. His hand came up to his neck, the throb where Ed had bit him, and reminded himself that Ed wasn’t hiding him. He had marked him without a second thought.
He pushed to his feet and made his way to the small wash mirror that had been in the room, needing to see the physical proof. He tilted it so he could see, but even before he moved his hand he knew what was there.
There was no bruise to be seen, Ed’s bite kept inside the swallow tattoo so it would be hidden. Too well placed to not be intentional.
His breath hitched and he finally gave into the tears.