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It was a scorching hot day, rivulets of sweat dripped down Izzy’s forehead. He was already used to the suffocating feeling after so many years of sailing through the Caribbean, the only thing he disliked about hot days was how they made his body crave specific things, for example, the clear blue water beneath the ship looked even clearer than it usually did, his mind suggesting it’d even be a good idea to jump overboard and just spend the rest of the day swimming. The black leathers were becoming suffocating, so after taking another prolonged swig of the amber liquor that hung on his left hand, Izzy undid the cravat neatly tied around his neck, carefully storing the emerald ring in his pocket, then unbuttoned several buttons on the black linen.
The other thing he disliked the most about hot days was how awfully horny they made him.
He’d already stopped to think about it, but no matter how absurd it seemed, his body would simply react to the weather, every muscle on his body would tense when his imagination was given room to work. Izzy’s eye would catch the small glimpse of flesh Blackbeard would allow to be shown, his neck, his strong muscular arms, his veiny hands, his tight ass covered by the black leathers that left a lot of room to imagine sacrilegious things.
Izzy looked around in order to check there were no members of the crew in sight, luckily he saw no one near, besides, being at the forecastle of Stede Fucking Bonet’s ship gave him quite a bit of privacy, he could tease himself until it became painful enough to take it down to his quarters.
That being decided, his free hand hoovered down his crotch, a couple of dollops of sweat falling across his brow as his sight followed his own movements, he gave light pressure to his cock, folds already wet from all the filthy daydreaming about the things he’d let Ed do to him. As he stroked in circular short motions, he took another long swig of rum, his Adam’s apple rising and falling as he swallowed down the bitter-sweet alcohol. He increased the pressure on his cock, deeply enjoying the electric sensations it sent to his lower abdomen.
His eyes were tightly shut as his own imagination laid images of Ed in front of him, how he’d bush his crotch roughly against his face, grabbing the shorter man’s head by his hair, pushing him against his thick heavy scent. He picked up the pace of his rubbing, a small sigh escaping his lips as he did.
Ed would slap him across the face, then grab him harshly by the jaw, he’d force Izzy to look up and make eye contact with him, and he’d say something along the lines of “Look up to your master, dog” and Izzy would swallow a moan, obediently looking up. He furrowed his brow even more and another couple of collected sweat ran down his glistening skin.
Ed would release himself from the leather trousers, thick and heavy, hanging his dick in front of Izzy’s face, he could almost see it twitch with arousal, the tip dipping precum.
He continued rubbing himself through his clothes at the speed he’d found, though Ed wouldn’t allow him to do as much, he’d kick his hand away from his cunt, hell he might even punish him for even trying to pleasure himself without permission.
He removed his hand as if he could actually feel Blackbeard’s brutal force.
“Please,” he whispered, eyes tightly shut, picturing how Ed would look at him with despair.
That was enough, he felt blood rush to his face in embarrassment and tried to drown the feeling with another prolonged swig of rum, emptying the bottle.
He had been solidly drinking for the past hour, yet hadn’t moved from his standing position in the last thirty minutes or so, that’s why he hadn’t precisely become aware of how drunk he actually was until he decided to go to his quarters to finish what he’d started and stumbled a little.
“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.
Regaining balance, he made his way steadily back to his cabin. Walking became uncomfortable as his slick ran down his trousers, he could feel how it dripped through his right thigh and tickled its way across his skin. His clothes were already damp from the sweat, and as he entered the corridors inside the ship he could feel his skin cooling under the shadow, offering a little solace in contrast to how his blood boiled.
He encountered no one on his way to privacy fortunately, he’d hate to have anyone see him stumble as he strolled, it’s been a lifetime of walking with the motion of the waves and alcohol in his system, yet his body betrayed him by never getting used to it.
He was already halfway through when a dangerous idea appeared unbidden in his mind, what if he showed up to his captain’s quarters like this? No, he’d most likely kill him. Or would he? Israel dropped dead in his tracks, actually wondering if he should show up, looking like a sweaty horny mess in Edward’s chambers.
Before he could answer himself, he was standing before the captain’s doors, big and heavy they stood before him, everything was spinning, and he had to rest his weight against the wooden walls for a bit before sorting anything out.
Izzy, is this actually a good idea or are you just fucking drunk out of your mind? - he asked himself, his inner voice sounding louder than he would’ve liked.
“Fuck it” Iz growled, and felt surprisingly sure of himself, that if he were to die, at least he’d die in the hands of the man he loved the most.
Four knocks on the door, no more, no less.
His pulse was loud within his ears.
His cock twitched in excitement as he heard a response come from the inside, the noise of bottles clanging and a grunt, followed by heavy steps in his direction. The door was swung open, and a small wind current was generated from the brute motion, inside stood the tall man, his image stirred Izzy’s insides.
His hair was disheveled, several strands loosely falling across his face, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown, the explanation for this was the traces of white dust collected at the tip of his nose, he’d been doing rhino horn, however, Izzy was far too gone to care.
“Fuck you want?” Ed spoke hoarsely, his gaze empty.
Fuck.
Izzy hadn’t really planned ahead, sure, he wanted Ed just to be there, to stay with him, to love him as impossible as it was, he wanted to share his vulnerable side with him, to have him hold him, to stay with him.
Now, he couldn't really say any of that without getting any of his toes cut off.
A hand latched on his neck, a shocked gasp escaping him as he was suddenly pulled inside the room and pressed against a wall, his breath kicked out of his lungs, Edward was looking through hooded eyelids, his stare dark and penetrating, Izzy’s body was set flames.
“I asked you a question,” Blackbeard tilted his head leaned in dangerously close, and growled, “Answer.”
Izzy couldn’t help but whimper, two heavy thoughts appearing in his head, why did he even think this would be a good idea? And that this had been the best idea he could’ve ever had in his entire life, his body answering to every word of Blackbeard’s, his cunt leaking angrily, desperate for touch.
Ed hurled him to the ground with just one hand, Izzy fell on his knees, a sharp pain running through his as his aching bones hit the floor, a smile curled up on his face as he subtly licked his lips in pleasure.
Blackbeard turned on his heels, walking towards the desk in the middle of the room, Izzy saw from the corner of his eye as he grabbed one of the knives lying on the wooden table, then leaned onwards and heard the man snort what would undeniably be a line of rhino horn.
Izzy slowly crawled his way into an attempt to stand up, but as quickly as Ed noticed he stopped him with a firm command.
“Stay there,” the first mate froze in place, both hands palming the wooden boards, “you know better than anyone else how well being on the floor suits you.”
Izzy could see Ed’s black leather boots clearly on sight, and followed as one made its way beneath his bearded chin, pushing his head upwards, saying wordlessly ‘look at me’, and he obeyed.
“Oh Izzy,” Edward spoke, and the shorter man shivered in response, “you look pathetic, almost makes me sad, almost.”
“E-Edward,” Izzy swallowed heavily, not sure why he even began in the first place since he wasn’t even sure what phrase he could possibly form in order to excuse his presence there.
“Hmm?” Said the long-haired man, a fake smile on his face. “You better start talking before I shoot you in the head, mate.”
This was it, he’d chosen death and his body couldn’t feel hotter than it did.
“I-” he took in a raspy breath and vomited the words out, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes “I needed you.”
“What was that?” the tip of the boot raised his chin higher, making it difficult to speak.
“I needed you, captain.” Izzy’s voice broke at that last part, ending in a soft moan, as a single tear slid down his tattooed cheekbone.
Edward’s eyes widened in realization and mouthed a small ‘oh’, Izzy’s heart beat fast, his body trembling with thrill and fear. Ed offered a wicked smile in response, he understood what his visit was, Izzy could feel his pulsing cock wet and angry inside his breeches, his hands trembling against the floorboards, his face burning red.
Ed mockingly said, “You need me, you say?”, circled Izzy who stayed still kneeling on all fours, and the boot that had previously been underneath his jaw was now pressing against his crotch, Izzy couldn’t help but whimper as soon as he felt the heavenly pressure there, his head falling down with gravity.
“Oh ho ho, Izzy, you dirty slut.” Laughed Blackbeard, “You need me to take care of this, huh?”
Suddenly the pressure was gone, but before he could fret about it, he was struck with a kick in the place he expected it the least and hurt the most, his dick, whole crotch aching, he yelped in pain, the tears now flowing and dripping down onto the wooden floor, his hands instinctively rushing down his pelvis to soothe the hurt.
“Ah,” he cried.
“You know, I would’ve punished you for the fucking audacity you have, but today I’m feeling quite merciful, maybe I can stick my dick inside you and cease your pathetic crying.”
Izzy couldn’t be more turned on, his whole skin burning, and the pain had already turned into pleasure, ‘yes, Edward, fuck me senseless’ he thought, a hand was now grabbing him by the nape of his neck, nails digging in the soft skin there, he moaned loudly at the unexpected feeling, yet obediently followed where Ed’s hand pushed him to, he kneeled, Blackbeard now standing in front of him, crouching down to make eye contact.
“Is that what you want, you dirty fuck?” Ed whispered, his eyes burning through him.
Izzy looked down and caught the leather pants slightly tenting, the outline of Edward’s cock pushing hard against the fabric.
Oh yes.
Izzy had seen it across their years sailing together, but never fully hard and bare, although they’d shared a close past, and Izzy was certain he was in love with him, never had there been a moment they shared something other than a hug, or a pat in the shoulder. So the sight of Edward’s hard dick against his pants sent his head spinning.
“Go on, get your pants off,” Ed commanded, and Izzy was quick to follow, he limped as he stood, but managed to swiftly undo the buttons of his trousers, then pulled down just above his knees. Edward stared intensely as Israel moved, yet frowned when the older man stopped with the pants halfway through.
“I said off, didn’t you hear?”
“Yes, sir.” Izzy kneeled to undo his boots, embarrassment painting his face as he failed to follow his captain’s order. His cunt was leaking and aching. As soon as he had taken his bottom clothes off, he stood shakily right on his spot, Blackbeard’s eyes dark and intense, a hand palming over his dick through his clothes, Izzy felt heavy underneath Edward’s fierce gaze.
Blackbeard approached him, slowly, as he took in the view, devouring Izzy.
“You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Izzy whimpered again, as a cold hand reached in between his folds and pressed down on his cock.
“Look at how wet you are, you dirty-minded slut.” Spoke ed in a velvety voice that made his insides twist.
“E-Ed,” he began, uncertain of where to go, he only wanted to know Edward was still there, touching him, holding him, just there.
“Shh,” Blackbeard kept stroking his dick, at a slow yet deep rhythm, “I’ll handle your mess.”
Ed was quick to unbutton his own trousers and pulled his dick out, Izzy looked down to catch the view, and a gasp left his lips, Ed was leaking precum all over his hardened cock, the tip burned an angry shade of red, and a couple of veins covered the area of his shaft, he couldn’t believe Ed was hard for him, hell, maybe he wasn’t and just wanted a quick fuck to blow off some steam, however, he was with him now, and Ed was hard, really hard.
Izzy wanted to touch, desperately, but that could ruin the whole thing, doing something without Ed’d permission could mess things up.
“I want to touch you, Ed,” he spoke hoarsely, pleading with his eyes.
Ed looked up from Iz’s cock where he hadn’t stopped working him, he licked his lips before lifting another hand, grabbing Izzy from the back of the head, “Go on then, get to it, bitch.”
Izzy couldn't be happier to comply and started to rhythmically stroke up and down, pulling Ed’s foreskin back as his hands reached towards the bush of grey and black hairs nesting at the base of his dick.
He could’ve sworn a soft moan left Ed’s mouth as he tightened his grip around him.
Ed’s fingers traveled back towards Iz’s hole, one digit pushing its way inside, and though it wasn’t enough, Izzy couldn't help the shiver that ran through him.
“‘Course you like it, you whore, look at you, nice and wet for my dick, you were probably already daydreaming about me fucking you senseless, right?”
Izzy squeezed his eyes shut at the embarrassment, a soft pant leaving his body as another finger slipped inside him, Ed curled them and rocked them at a steady pace, low wet noises and harsh breathing filling the room.
Izzy continued to jerk Ed off, playing with his hand as he reached the tip of his cock, twisting his wrist in order to cup the head, the slippery hot muscle throbbing on his grasp, he desperately wanted it inside, to fill him until he couldn't he couldn't take it anymore.
“Please,” he breathed out, “please, Ed”
“Oh you’re that desperate, you disgust me.” Ed snarled and did something with his mouth that Izzy didn’t quite understand until he felt warm liquid hitting him square on his face, he moaned and tried to collect some of the spit with his own tongue.
Ed chuckled, and grabbed him tightly by his face, thumbing his lower lip, then leaned in and sealed their mouths together with a rough and hungry kiss. Izzy wailed into Ed’s mouth, he had dreamed about this happening for over thirty years, and his dick pulsed with excitement, begging to be touched.
Edward broke the kiss, and a thin thread of saliva hung and fell between the two men, Ed grabbed his hair and tugged, tracing his mouth all over Izzy’s neck, and bit right above his pulse, pulled his fingers out, and before Izzy could whine at the loss of fullness, he was being maneuvered to turn around, chest pressing against the wall.
“You want this so bad it makes you look stupid,” Ed growled against his ear, licking and sucking the small flesh there, “don’t worry, I’ll gladly fill you up, whore.”
The hot head of Edward’s dick was then pressed against Izzy’s wet hole, and without any warning, he bucked his hips forward, earning a loud cry from the shorter man, hitting a spot inside that made him see stars.
Izzy couldn't help the embarrassing noises that left his mouth, however, he was already drowning in pleasure, far too gone to even care if anyone heard.
Ed started to rock his hips, the thrusts hitting Iz’s bladder from the inside, Izzy rolled his eyes when he felt a hand climb up to his neck, surrounding him and gripping tightly, cutting off the airflow.
“Oh look at you,” the man behind him spoke, “you even look pretty this way.”
He moaned in response, meeting Ed’s pace, pushing his ass back, and feeling his wetness slide down the other man’s balls as they hit his aching cock with each thrust.
Ed quickened his pace and released his grip on Izzy’s throat, instead, he placed it on the other man’s hips, burying himself even deeper inside his cunt. Izzy’s hands were holding onto the wall, his nails digging into the wood, soft ‘ah’s kicked from inside him, the orgasm building slowly inside him.
“Ed, I-I’m going to-”
“No, you don’t get to cum unless I do first,” said Ed as if he could read straight through him, and stopped moving, Izzy panicked, fearing he’d done the wrong thing, and whimpered as Ed slipped out.
A hand pushed him down onto the floor, and the next thing he knew was he was kneeling with Ed’s dick resting down on his face, wet and sticky.
“Put that mouth to good use, go on.”
Izzy opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, feeling the salty warm taste of both their fluids combined, it sent shivers down his body, the idea of being so close to Ed setting him on fire, blood boiling inside his veins.
Soon enough, Ed was pushing his whole length inside his mouth, Izzy suppressed the gag that threatened to push Ed’s dick out, instead, he breathed in deeply before swallowing him down past his throat.
“Oh yeah,” Ed moaned as he threw his head back, and once again grabbed Izzy by the back of his head, threading his fingers through the thin black and gray hair, pushing himself even deeper, until Izzy’s nose was pressed against the bush of his pubes, his eyes watery, brow furrowed, completely wrecked.
Ed started to fuck Izzy’s mouth with a merciless pace, grunting with each movement of his hips, both hands holding him still in his place.
Izzy wanted to touch himself desperately, yet knew that any action was punishable, a part of him wondered what the punishment could even be, but he was having such a good time to risk ruining it.
Ed finally pulled away from his mouth, and Izzy sucked in air as if it were his last, he wouldn’t have minded asphyxiating on Blackbeard’s cock anyhow.
“Go on, on the bed.” Ed pointed at the nook in the corner of the room, and Izzy was quick to stand and walk over where he was wanted. He sat down on the mattress, looking at Ed making his way over to him, stroking himself as he did, “Lay on your back, I wanna see that pretty face as I fill you up.”
Izzy gasped at those words, and rested his weight back on the bed, spreading his legs for Ed to have easier access to him, Ed aligned his cock, and easily slid inside of him, Izzy threw his head back in pleasure.
Ed grabbed him firmly by the hip, digging his thumb in the soft skin there, and picked up his pace, ramming into Izzy, the older man wrapped his legs around Ed’s waist, he looked up and was met with deep big eyes staring down at him, he lifted his hand and grasped the side of Ed’s face, he saw… fear on the other man’s eyes, but it was quickly washed away as he squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his face, shoving himself even deeper and faster into Izzy’s wet cunt.
His pace quickened, and he could feel his orgasm building up again, the pressure on his lower abdomen escalating quickly, he pulled Ed down to meet him with his lips, a sloppy yet desperate kiss, that meant so many things, like, ‘hold me close’, ‘I’ve loved you all my life’, ‘I need you’, things he couldn’t speak.
He pulled away gasping for air, he was on the edge.
“I’m gonna cum, Ed, I’m ah-”
“You want me to fill you up with my jizz? You want it?”
Izzy was at a loss for words, so he just furiously nodded, whining and wailing loudly as Ed’s movements became messy and desperate.
He came with a cry, his whole body spasming, his cunt clenching around Edward’s dick, and felt how he followed after, his cock twitching inside him, thrusting a few times before completely stopping, resting his whole body weight on top of the smaller man, he could be crushing him, but the bliss of the orgasm had left his mind empty.
They both panted, sweating, Izzy enjoying the feeling of Edward’s skin next to his, sticky and wet, however soon the happiness would be gone.
Ed pulled out, and Izzy felt the come dripped out of his hole, warm and running down his ass.
Ed wiped himself on a piece of cloth that happened to be on the bed, then pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning, then spoke in a stern tone, “You should, uh,” he trailed off a bit, “you should leave, now.”
Izzy’s heart broke inside his chest, yet scolded at himself for expecting things to go differently, he wasn’t who Ed wanted, he wasn’t fucking Stede Bonnet.
“Right…” He stood up, the tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes, picked up his clothes, got quickly dressed, and didn’t turn around for one second, he wouldn’t risk Ed looking at him cry, as soon as he was fully clothed he sniffled quietly and shut the door behind him.
He stood still outside his door and sobbed, a hand came up to his mouth to muffle the sounds of his own weeping. The tears were now running angrily across his cheeks, and he shivered at the feeling of what remained of Ed’s cum slipping out of him and falling through his thighs.
He made his way to his dorm, quietly crying and cursing at himself for having the stupid idea of letting Blackbeard get inside of him, of fucking finding his way to his heart.
He laid down on his bed, and that night he cried himself to sleep.
Little did he know, Edward Teach did the same thing thinking about another man.