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Vampire Izzy P3 ("Devour Me" on AO3)

Ed locked the weathered door behind him. It felt wrong being in the first mate’s cabin, especially without Izzy. He remembered the last time he’d been here. There would still be blood stains on the mattress.

He didn’t think he could get back to the mainland in his current state though and well. Partially due to the sting of tears that threatened to fall, but mostly because of the way his cock was straining painfully against his leathers. He felt like the damn thing might break off if he didn’t do something about it soon. Besides, it wasn’t like Izzy would be using it any time soon.

He collapsed onto the cot, already pushing his leathers towards his knee. He sighed with audible relief as his cock sprang free, letting out a low groan with the first stroke, his mind racing.

‘I love you. I love you. I love you’ the words, Izzy’s words, echoed in his head. It wasn’t that Stede’s words hadn’t also left him devastated, but he knew Stede had loved him, and he also knew he’d been pushing him away for months.

He had told himself this was just him finding himself, the way Stede had when he’d left his family to be a pirate. But somewhere he knew he was just running from one of the least fucked up relationships he’d ever had. Because how did he do this when he was the kindof person who fuck them ups. When he destroys everything so spectacularly, he’d made a career, a legacy, from it? A dark god that took and destroyed. A monster. How did that person leave a man like Stede unaltered. He didn’t.

So no, he didn’t blame Stede for not waiting. He didn’t even blame him for wanting, for maybe even loving Izzy. After all, Izzy had stayed when Ed hadn’t.

Izzy though… in the nearly four decades they had known each other, Izzy had never said he loved Ed, not like that. Ed had convinced himself that Izzy didn’t, couldn’t, feel that way about him or anyone. After all, that’s what he had told Ed, all those years ago aboard Hornigold’s ship.

His parents were dead. He had no real friends to speak of, none that wouldn’t slit his throat for a bit of coin at least. Not that Ed had any, his father had spent it all years ago. He had had nothing to lose. Not yet, anyways.

Ed had been on board for nearly a month before he first caught sight of Izzy. Hornigold had taken a liking to Ed almost immediately and one night, as Ed’s shift ended, the older man had asked him if he wanted to meet a monster. Ed had laughed nervously, unsure if he was being threatened or hit on, but knowing he couldn’t refuse either.

Hornigold had opened the doors to the small row of cells, lighting the single lamp near the door. It did little to illuminate beyond the cell doors. Ed had been confused; they didn’t have any prisoners. Did they? He hadn’t been aboard long, but surely, he’d have heard something about a captive. After all, prisoners were always either sold, killed, or put to work. They had no use rotting in a cell.

But as he neared the farthest cell door, something came back to him. Hushed whispers from the crew, not of a person though. There had been whispers of “have you seen it?” “Heard it killed twenty men” “nah, heard it was fifty!” “I heard it tore a house down” “I heard it was a whole town!” and on and on it went. Ed had just assumed “it” was some incredible weapon he had yet to see, but why would a weapon need to be locked in a cell? Was it that powerful? He felt excited at the thought, what could be so powerful that it had to be locked away like this?

But when the shadowy cell came into focus, it wasn’t a weapon he saw, it was a man. He was huddled in the farthest corner of the empty cell, only his eyes visible over the knees he held to his chest.

“The fuck’s that?” Ed had asked, turning to see Hornigold leaving the room, door rattling shut behind him. Ed sprinted forward, his hand closing on the worn handle in time to hear it lock.

“Gods damn it,” Ed had growled banging his find against the wood before stomping back into the room. Fine, if Benjamin wanted to play games, then he could fucking play games.

He reached the cell with the man and gripped the bars, shaking them like a child would tap a fishbowl. “Hey you, you alive in there? You don’t smell alive,” he barked.

No reply.

“Hey!” He shouted, kicking at the gate. It clanged satisfactorily. He eyed the crumpled form in the corner. It didn’t move. The man appeared to be dressed in rags, and not clean ones by the smell. His hair looked to be matted down with something dark, but it was hard to tell in the dim light. “Answer me you ugly mother fucker!"

“Never met my mother,” said the man in a painful sounding rasp. “Might’ve met yours though. Can’t imagine fucking her would cost much, not if she looks anything like you.”

Ed leaned against the bars, his knuckles turning white on either side of his face. He shook them noisily. Ed had always had a temper and well, his mother was something of a sore spot. “Listen here you little fucker—“ he began, but broke off with a choke.

The figure had stood, faster than Ed expected. He lunged through the bars and gripped Ed’s throat. He squeezed. Ed scratched at the man’s arms, panic beginning to set in. The man half pulled, half threw Ed against the bars. There was a sharp pain in his neck and everything went black.

When Ed awoke, a day had passed and Hornigold was standing over him with a self-satisfied smirk. “Congrats kid,” he’d said, “you just survive your first vampire attack.”

Ed, feeling a thousand years older, pressed his fingers to his throat. He swore he could still feel the scars Izzy had left all those years ago. They wouldn’t be the last by any means, but they were a reminder of who they had been, what they had done. For better or worse.

Ed closed his free hand around his throat, fingertips pressed to the small scars. He squeezed, remembering that first touch, Izzy’s hand around his neck and then the sting of fangs. He should hate the memory. He’d nearly pissed himself in fear when he hit the bars.

Instead, Ed tightened his grip on his cock and let his mind drift to the first time he’d really touched Izzy. The first time he’d held him. Things had been going to shit on the Marianne, Hornigold’s ship. A sickness had torn through their ranks, killing some and leaving more too weak for raids and the harsh winter had made sure they couldn’t spend what little gold they did have on food.

With the men dead and dying, little thought had been left to the creature in Hornigold’s prison. Ed had come down there several more times, usually with a half dead sailor to leave at the bars. But no raids meant no prisoners to feed the vampire. After a month with no captives, Ed had found himself standing in the captain’s quarters, fists balled at his sides and a determined rigidity to his spine.

“He needs to eat, Sir,” Ed had said, eyes flicking up to Hornigold’s face before falling back to the desk.

“It doesn’t seem to be complaining,” the captain replied, an edge to his voice.

Ed ground his teeth together. It wouldn’t be worth the beating to lose his temper now. “With all due respect Sir, you haven’t been the one feeding him. I have and I’ve seen how weak he’s getting.”

“Look at me boy,” Hornigold ordered.

Ed’s eyes snapped upwards.

The captain studied him for a long moment. “You care about this… thing?”

Ed hesitated. Care wasn’t the right word, but he also wasn’t sure what was. “I… I’m not sure. I don’t really know him.”

The captain seemed to consider this. “Yet here you are, all puffed up like a baby bird, making demands you have no right to make for… him,” he said the word as if he’d never heard it before, and didn’t think much of it now.

“I don’t like watching people starve is all. Sir,” Ed added, hurriedly. He thought the captain would mock him, tell him to fuck off, to stop being a sentimental bastard. He didn’t though.

“Well, I suppose if you’re this determined to feed the animals, who am I to stop you?” Hornigold asked with a sickly-sweet grin. He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket, flipping through them until he found the heavy iron one he was looking for. He separated it from the others and handed it to Ed. “There should be someone on duty at the door already. They’ll let you in and you can open the cell yourself with this.”

Ed glanced around. “Where is the—“ he broke off as the realization settled in.

Hornigold smirked. “Like I said, if you want to feed it, I won’t stop you.” He nodded toward the door.

Ed knew it was a dismissal and his heart pounded in his chest as he stood. He wanted to refuse, to forget he’d ever asked, but the look on the captain’s face told him he was going through with this, one way or another.

One of the older crew members was indeed on duty as he approached. They unlocked the door when he held up the key without question. As the door closed, Ed could have sworn he heard them laugh and then the lock slid into place.

The quickly warming iron of the key bit into his palm as he trudged forward, the pain grounding him just enough.

The man glanced up from his cot as Ed approached. He’d been upgraded from the threadbare mat since their first meeting, but it wasn’t much of an improvement. He’d also been given new clothes and a bucket to wash with, which had gone a long way for the smell.

“Supper time,” Ed said with a weak laugh.

The man looked around expectantly before quirking an eyebrow in Ed’s direction. “Where?” He croaked.

Ed guessed it was the first time the man had spoken in weeks. He held up the key and gestured awkwardly to himself.

The man didn’t answer.

Ed decided it would be best to just get it over with. If he was lucky, he’d survive long enough to starve with the rest of the crew. He turned the key in the lock, the click of it deafening in the quiet room.

“Why?” The man asked, eyes never leaving Ed.

Ed paused, hand still on the key. “Guess the old man just has it in for me,” he said with the same forced laugh. The man looked at him doubtfully but didn’t stop him from opening the gate and stepping inside. Ed looked around, but the only obvious seat was the cot and it was currently occupied. He lowered himself to the wooden floor instead. He felt small like this, staring up at the seated stranger. He pulled his knees to his chest, fingers interlocking in front of them.

“What’s your name?” The man asked, and his voice softer than Ed had ever heard it. It helped calm his nerves the slightest bit.

“Ed, Edward. Teach,” he replied, practically tripping over the words in his excitement. The man hadn’t said more than a word or two since their first meeting, let alone asked Ed about himself.

The man smiled gently. “It’s nice to meet you Edward Teach, you can call me Izzy.”

Ed couldn’t stop the smile that broke across his face. He’d asked Hornigold if the creature, if Izzy, had a name after their first meeting, but he’d just laughed and told Ed animals didn’t need names. Ed hadn’t asked again after that.

“Izzy,” Ed repeated, enjoying the feel of the name on his tongue for reasons he didn’t quite understand. Nor did it make sense that the sight of Izzy grinning at him now made him feel elated, but there it was none the less. “So uhm, how do we… you know?”

Izzy’s face fell. “We don’t.”

Ed laughed, “Not like that mate! I mean the whole blood drinking thing.”

But Izzy’s expression hadn’t changed. “I knew what you meant you horny git. I said no because, as much as I’d enjoy a good meal right now, and I promise you I would really fucking enjoy it, I can’t guarantee you’d survive, and I don’t kill kids.”

Ed bristled. “I’m not a fucking kid,” he protested, in a tone that suggested otherwise. “Besides, you didn’t seem to care much when you were bashing my head in.”

Izzy considered this. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’ve been giving you too much special treatment.” Izzy stood, stalking towards him.

Ed braced himself. He could do this. He was a gods damn pirate and he could do this. He hoped.

Izzy crouched in front of the younger man. He reached out, brushing a strand of long dark hair from his face. Ed flinched, his eyes squeezing shut automatically.

Izzy sat with an audible huff. After a moment, Ed opened his eyes again to find Izzy watching him, a bemused look on his face.

“Why are you here?” Izzy asked, his voice not unkind.

“Because you need—“

Izzy cut him off with a shake of his head. “Why are /you/ here?”

Ed looked down at his knees. “Told the boss he couldn’t leave you down here and not feed you. Told him you were starving.”

“Ah,” Izzy said, leaning back with his palms flat against the filthy floor. He observed Ed easily, as if they did this every day. “So, either you survive and stop complaining or I kill you and well… Guess that’s one way to do it,” he said with a curt laugh.

Ed nodded rigidly.

Izzy sighed. “Listen kid—”

“I’m not—” Ed began, but was brought up short by the look on Izzy’s face.

“Hornigold is an arrogant bastard,” Izzy continued, “just act a little unsteady and he’ll believe you went through with it.”

Ed didn’t know what to say to that. Izzy spoke as if he knew the captain and Ed wanted to know more. The story he’d heard was that Hornigold had captured the vampire during a raid. Ed was starting to doubt that though. He was starting to doubt a lot of things about the captain.

“It’s not just him,” Ed replied, relieved that his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “I meant what said. You need to eat. If this is what is takes, then,” he took a deep steadying breath, “I want to help.” With a Herculean effort, Ed lowered his knees, mirroring Izzy’s own crossed legs. He forced his arms to stay at his side, resisting the urge to wrap them around himself again.

After a moment, Izzy edged forward. He settled beside Ed, facing him with his knees just barely overlapping Ed’s. Ed shivered. The was a casual intimacy to the touch that felt unfamiliar to Ed. Izzy’s knees were cold against his leg and he resisted the urge to reach out and warm them.

Izzy seemed to be studying him, looking for signs that Ed didn’t mean what he’d said. At long last he said, “alright kid, this is what’s going to happen.” He eyed Ed, but there was no protest this time. “Hold out your arm.”

Ed did, quickly shooting his arm out in front of him.

Izzy rolled his eyes, barely suppressing a grin. “Other arm.”

Ed switched them hurriedly, blushing with embarrassment.

Izzy held the offered limb gingerly, turning it so his palm faced the ceiling. “You see this?” Izzy asked, drawing a line down Ed’s bicep with his free hand.

“Yeah,” he replied, though he had no idea what Izzy was talking about.

The vampire smirked knowingly. “There’s an artery here, like the one in your neck I bit before.”

Ed suppressed a shudder at the memory.

“If I bite here, it should be safer than your neck.”

“That’s good, yeah?” he replied, hopefully.

“Yeah,” Izzy chuckled, “not killing you would be good.”

“Says you,” Ed responded automatically. “Uh-sorry I—”

Izzy cut him off with a clearing of his throat. “It’s better if you don’t talk. This is going to take some… concentration.” He sounded exhausted as he said it.

Ed nodded but stayed silent.

Izzy surveyed his bicep with a renewed intensity. He turned it, leaning forward as if to bite before leaning back and turning it to the other side. He pursed his lips in apparent frustration before scooting back several inches. He leaned in, twisted, leaned back, twisted.

It was Ed’s turn to suppress a laugh. “Will you just…” he said, reaching for Izzy. He hadn’t planned to do it. He’d just been watching the smaller man handle him with unnecessary gentility while contorting his own body into increasingly awkward shapes. It had made his heart thunder in a way unrelated to fear. So, he had slid his arm from Izzy’s grasp, grasping his waist in both hands. He hoisted Izzy up and over, settling him in his own lap as he let his legs fall open in from of them. It was only when Izzy was sitting, his back to Edward’s front, that Ed finally realized exactly what he had done.

There was no taking it back now though. They sat like that, both too stunned from what had transpired to move. After what felt like hours, Izzy relaxed the smallest bit and another eternity later he let out a small sigh and pressed into Ed’s chest. Ed let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Eager to distract from the situation, he held out the arm Izzy had previously held, but left his other where it remained at the vampire’s hip.

Izzy took it hesitantly, pulling the bicep to his lips as he settled in against Ed. “Just try to relax, okay?” he breathed against the heated skin, causing Ed to shiver again. He chuckled and the sound sent a thrill through Ed.

Ed took a deep breath in, trying not to think about the last time he’d been bitten. He wasn’t sure if it had been the bite that hurt or the head wound. He just remembered the pain and it wasn’t doing much for his nerves.

On his exhalation Izzy bit, his hands coming up to grip Ed’s arm. It hurt. Ed wouldn’t deny that, but it wasn’t as bad as he’d been imagining. Worse than a tattoo, but nowhere near as bad as being stabbed. It eased up after a few seconds and was replaced with a strange pulling feeling which he realized was Izzy sucking at the wound.

He pushed away the surprisingly vivid image of Izzy’s lips and tongue roaming his body before it could divert blood elsewhere. After another minute he felt his arms starting to ache and realized he’d been holding them rigid this whole time. Slowly, he relaxed into Izzy’s grip, letting his free hand fall against Izzy’s waist.

The vampire couldn’t be more than a head shorter than Ed, but he felt small, delicate in his grasp. It sparked something protective and primal in Ed and he leaned forward, his hand sliding to Izzy’s stomach as he pressed his forehead to his hair. He breathed him in.

He expected Izzy to buck him off, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he stayed where he was. Ed was breathing heavily. He hadn’t eaten much that day, or the days proceeding it, and the blood loss was making him dizzier than he’d expected.

“Hey uhm—what’s—oh! Izzy! Hey Iz, slow down, ya?” Ed muttered against Izzy’s ear. He pulled at his arm and felt the grip righten. “F-fuck mate, you’re not killing me, remember? Fuck. Hey!” he gripped Izzy’s hair with his free hand and yanked.

Izzy gave an angry sort of yelp, like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. He rounded on Ed, teeth bared in a bloody hiss. His pupils were blown wide and unseeing as he stared up at Ed.

For a moment, Ed was sure he was facing down his death and then Izzy blinked once, twice, and the fog behind his eyes rolled back.

“Shit fu—“ he began, already trying to stand, but Ed caught him off balance and pulled him back down. He wrapped his arms, one still lightly dripping blood, around Izzy.

“Stay,” he rasped. “I just… stay, okay?”

He did, settling back into Ed’s lap. “Yeah, okay. Fuck. I forgot this,” he muttered, pulling Ed’s arm back to his lips.

Ed tried to pull it free, fear rising once again. Izzy didn’t bite though. He licked a long stripe along the line of blood that dripped from Ed’s bicep. When he licked over the wound, leaving two round scars, Ed realized what he was doing. Izzy lowering Ed’s arm to his side, leaving the one on his stomach where it was.

“Didn’t know you guys did that… ‘s kinda…. Cool,” Ed breathed, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxed against the wall. Somewhere in the distance someone chuckled, and it struck Ed what a wonderful sound it was.

“Alright kid,” the voice breathed, “alright. Just sleep.”

Back in the first mate’s cabin, Ed pressed his face to Izzy’s cot, breathing him in. Izzy’s scent hadn’t changed much over the years then but his bed, this room, was now tinged with hints of something flowery that hadn’t been there before. He pressed his knees and face to the mattress as he fisted his cock, breathing in against the scent. His stomach when he finally recognized the other scent as Stede’s bath oils.

Their words echoed again in his ears. I love you. I love you. I love you. A chorus of ghosts in his mind replaying the memory of Izzy’s face contorted in pleasure, his moans falling free from his lips.

Ed didn’t know how long it had been since he’d seen him like that. Years? Decades? But now he couldn’t push it from he mind. It was a visceral thing, a need long neglected. He pressed he face deeper into the mattress, drowning in the scent of his loves as he fucked his fist. He let out a high, keening whine, a broken “I love you,” escaping his lips as the orgasm overtook him.

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caineyouseeme · 1 year ago

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Vampire Izzy P2

(TW: blood, domestic violence, mention of past violence, sexual content, language)

They had tried to keep things ‘professional’ after than. Tried, being the optimal word. They’d made it all of 30 minutes. Izzy had been sitting at what Stede called a “respectable distance” drinking from his wrist.

Izzy had pointed out that it would hurt more and be less effective that way, but then Stede had started talking about something called a ‘human resource department’ and Izzy figured a little nerve damage was worth shutting him up.

And maybe Izzy didn’t HAVE to be on his knees for it and maybe he didn’t have to lick (read: suck) Stede’s fingers clean, but he had and next thing either of them knew, Izzy was flat on his back with Stede grinning from between his knees.

Now, nearly a month after their first time, they’d dropped the pretenses. Mostly. The crew had figured things out almost immediately and they knew denying it would only make the speculations worse, so they didn’t. With one exception, of course.

Ed had come back once in that time. He’d appeared just before dinner, strolling in with a story about how he’d become a bartender until he accidentally poisoned a customer and Jackie banned him for six months.

Things had felt normal at first, like they always did, and then Ed became restless, like he always did, and within another day he was gone.

Izzy told himself Ed didn’t need to know about… whatever this was, that he didn’t care who Izzy fucked, that he wouldn’t stick around long enough to do anything about it even if he did. Izzy didn’t bother asking him for blood anymore. It’d been months since Izzy had drank from him directly, and even then, Ed had made him beg.

Izzy knew he should have just drunk from someone, anyone, else. Ed already thought he did. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Even with his leg half blown off and his blood staining the deck, he’d refused anyone but Edward.

More and more of the awful little jars appeared after that. He told himself it didn’t matter, it was still Ed’s, but he could taste the difference. He wondered just how many men Ed had killed to keep Izzy’s fangs from his neck. Eventually, the jars had stopped too.

Stede had likewise found he cared less and less each time Edward disappeared. Perhaps because he was getting used to Ed’s flights of fancy or because he’d become accustomed to the feel of Izzy in his arms. He’d even shifted to Izzy’s nocturnal schedule most days, ensuring they spent as much time in bed as possible. Not that they did much sleeping.

As it turned out, most of the things Stede had heard about Izzy’s kind were myths. He couldn’t fly or transform, nor did he have any reticence near water. Izzy had openly mocked him when he asked about that one, gesturing to the ocean around them with exasperation.

He was stronger than a human though, and he could see for miles in the dark. He could also go outside in the daylight, but was nocturnal and would be unimaginably irritable during the day. Which was saying something, considering how irritable he could be at night.

He also didn’t seem to need much blood, less than a pint every few days unless he was injured. Though Izzy had shared he could push it to a month if he had to. When asked how often he’d had to do that, Izzy hadn’t answered and Stede didn’t press the issue.

“You look so lovely,” Stede murmured, brushing a dark curl from Izzy’s forehead. It was just past dawn and the golden light illuminating their naked forms made everything feel like a dream.

“That’s just the blood loss talking,” Izzy teased, kissing a freckle on Stede’s inner thigh. There were small white dots on either side of it now from where Izzy’s fangs had been.

“And whose fault is that?” Stede laughed.

Izzy leaned his head against the place he’d kissed and eyed the stiff member only a few inches from his face. He ran a finger down its length, savoring the way Stede’s cock twitched when he brushed over the sensitive head. “Looks like I left you enough where it counts.”

“Mmmm, perhaps you should double check,” Stede hummed, sliding his fingers through Izzy’s hair, pulling it a little at the roots. Izzy leaned into the touch, letting himself be led forward.

He propped himself on one arm between Stede’s legs as he leaned in, flicking his tongue over Stede’s tip. They’d already gone once that morning and Izzy could taste himself there. He let the memory play through his head as he sank down, swallowing Stede’s length.

“What a good first mate I have. Taking such good care of your captain,” Stede groaned, hips giving small shuttering thrusts.

Izzy moaned, the sound muffled. He slid his free hand down to his cunt, teasing his over sensitive cock. As it turned out, Stede’s natural proclivity for positive reinforcement suited Izzy much better when they were naked than when Stede was “undermining my authority you twat!”

“Come here pet, let me take care of you,” stede cooed.

Izzy slid off with a loud POP. He grinned. “Didn’t get enough earlier?”

“Never.”

How strange it was that an un-beating heart could still stutter. He told himself Stede didn’t mean it, that this was just his idea of dirty talk, but Izzy couldn’t help the way it made him feel.

He crept carefully over Stede until he was straddling his chin. As it turned out, Stede’s mouth was good for more than just getting on Izzy’s nerves. Stede gripped his hips, positioning Izzy over his eager tongue. Izzy braced his hands against the wall of the bed nook as he began giving little thrusts.

“Fu—ah—there!” The headboard banged carelessly against the wall. They knew the crew would hear, but there was enough fucking going on at any time on the ship that it usually went unquestioned.

Izzy felt Stede’s hand move to his cock and he moaned, voice vibrating against Izzy’s cunt. Izzy thrust against the captain’s tongue, eyes fluttering shut.

He focused on the feel of Stede under him, the sound of the bed thumping against the wall. There was an especially loud crack of wood and Izzy wondered if they’d broken something. He wanted to ignore to, but it had sounded almost like…

Izzy’s eyes flew open as he felt a hand rap around his neck and then he was being thrown sideways onto the cold floor. He hit the ground hard, knocking the air from his lungs. He gasped, trying to take in a shuttering breath as the black boots before him came into focus. His stomach dropped. He would know that dark leather anywhere.

“Guess you didn’t miss me, Iz,” Ed spat and then those all too familiar boots collided with Izzy’s face.

Izzy knew his nose was broken. It wasn’t the first time after all. He curled in on himself. He wanted to reset it and make sure it healed straight, but he knew Ed would break it again if he did it now. It was always better to just let Ed get things out of his system.

That’s what Izzy told himself anyways, as he curled into a ball of naked flesh and blood on the floor.

“Edward! What the hell are you doing?!” Came Stede’s shriek as he half crawled, half fell off the bed to kneel in front of Izzy. Izzy curled inwards, making himself smaller. He didn’t understand what Stede was doing. Was this something they’d planned? Something to make it hurt more long after the physical wounds faded.

But then he heard Ed’s angry, “the fuck are you doing protecting this little leach?” and slowly, slower than he’d like to admit, Izzy realized Stede was protecting him.

‘Idiot’ Izzy thought. Ed’s violence didn’t matter when it was him. He wasn’t even human. He could take it. But Stede… Stede was all brittle bones and fragile skin (in Izzy’s opinion at least).

Izzy pushed himself up on shaking arms that had nothing to do with his injuries. It wasn’t the first time a crew member had tried to get between them when Ed was in one of his moods.

Izzy wished they wouldn’t. It never made things better, just made sure they got a public slap on the wrist while Izzy took the beating of his well… not life. He knew this time would be no different.

Even if Stede tried to help, he’d be in Edward’s good graces in a week and Izzy would be shoving his own teeth back in.

“Stay out of is Bonnet,” Izzy growled. “you’ll just make things worse for everyone.”

Stede shot him a surprised look that quickly turned to hurt.

Guilt ripped through Izzy, but he told himself it would be better in the long run. This is what he did, after all. This is how he kept them safe. It had to be.

Always the persistent one though, Stede pushed on. “I really have to protest Edward. This is completely unnecessary!”

“Oh, I get it, now that Iz is putting out, you’re best fucking boyfriends,” Ed retorted.

“Did you expect me to just wait around for you Edward?” Stede shot back, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced with a cold fury.

He pushed himself to his feet, pulling a sheet from the bed to wrap around his waist. “When you were gods knows where doing gods knows what with gods knows who?!

“You mean like when you fucked off back to your wife and kids?”

“You know that’s different! You know what happened to me. I wanted to be somewhere familiar, somewhere safe.”

“I’m supposed to be familiar. I’m supposed to be safe!” Ed practically screamed.

“Tell that to my fucking toes,” Izzy snarled.

The room fell deathly silent. Stede looked from Izzy to Edward, a look of growing horror on his face. “Ed, what’s he talking about?”

“He said stay the fuck out of it Stede,” Ed snapped, sneering down at Izzy with a look of pure hatred.

“Edward, I’m serious,” Stede insisted.

“It’s Izzy. He lies.” Ed’s voice had gone flat, rehearsed, like he was reciting lines.

“Look at me Ed!” Stede half screamed, stepping practically chest to chest with Ed.

Izzy had a moment of deep appreciation for Stede, brave, foolish Stede and then Stede was stumbling backwards as Ed’s palms collided with his chest. He managed to stay upright, but it was enough for Izzy. His vision went red around the edges and suddenly he was standing.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Izzy growled, taking a step towards his former captain.

“Oh this is fucking rich,” Edward laughed, though there was no humor to the sound. “You really do just whore yourself out to the biggest dog in the junkyard, don’t you?”

Izzy didn’t react. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Walk away, Edward.”

Ed smiled cruelly. “You’re the big bad vampire, Iz. Why don’t you fucking make me.”

Izzy’s hands twitched at his side. It would be so easy. Another step, a slash, a bite and Blackbeard, the Kraken, would never hurt anyone again. But he couldn’t.

After everything they’d been through, everything they’d done… Izzy had done… he couldn’t kill Ed anymore than himself. Not that he hadn’t tried both.

But there was more than one way to tear a man’s heart from his chest.

A sickly-sweet grin spread across Izzy’s face. It was an unnatural thing and Ed leaned away minutely, his face falling.

“Alright Eddie. You win. You want to stay? Stay.”

Izzy stepped forward into Edward’s space. They stood there, inches apart, breathing each other in. Izzy watched as smug satisfaction spread across Ed’s face.

But the expression returned to a sneer when he heard the sound of loose gun powder hitting the floor. Izzy raised up Edward’s empty gun, pulled soundlessly from its holster. “Fool me once…” he breathed before tossing it uselessly onto the ground. He continued, pulling a knife from Ed’s belt and another from his boot, before tossing them both aside.

Ed’s expression grew more and more irritable as Izzy worked.

When satisfied Edward was disarmed, he turned and walked back to where Stede stood.

“Are you alright dear?” Stede breathed.

There was a loud scoff from behind Izzy, but they ignored it.

Izzy felt a strange sense of giddy relief. Stede seemed like such a fragile thing and yet here he was, worrying about Izzy.

Izzy trailed his gloved fingers along Stede’s cheeks. Stede leaned into the touch. “Takes more than that to hurt me,” Izzy said, dismissing the concern.

“Your foot…” Stede began, a conflicted mix of emotions crossing his face at he glanced over Izzy’s shoulder.

Izzy shook his head with a soft, “later.” He knew Stede had questions that needed to be answered, but it could wait.

Stede glanced downwards, a blush spreading across his cheeks despite the situation.

Izzy rolled his eyes, smiling fondly. “Prude.”

He allowed Stede to retrieve his nearest robe, a dark green one that Izzy was secretly rather fond of, and draped it around his naked form, guiding his hands through the sleeve as if Izzy was a child.

He felt a bit like one in Stede’s unnecessarily billowy robe. He didn’t complain though. The captains scent clung to it, surrounding and comforting Izzy. All the while he felt Ed’s presence at his back.

Stede flitted around the room for several minutes, giving Ed a large birth and avoiding his gaze. Ed didn’t move from beside the bed, eyes boring into the back of Izzy’s head.

Stede returned to stand in front of Izzy, now with a robe of his own, an obnoxious yellow thing, and a damp rag which he pressed to Izzy nose.

There was a slight ache, but it was minimal. He’s already shoved the cartilage back into place, which was the worst part in his opinion.

“There,” Stede said, pronouncing him satisfactory as he set the rag aside. “Does it hurt?”

Izzy shook his head.

Stede leaned in, his lips brushing the tip of Izzy’s nose. “Kisses make it heal faster,” he breathed, before stepping away again.

“Twat,” Izzy muttered, blinking back the sting of tears as his chest ached with a sudden fullness.

“Do you want some… uhm, you know what?” Stede whispered conspiratorially, eyes flitting over Izzy’s shoulder again.

Izzy hesitated. He knew what he wanted to say, but he wouldn’t push Stede. This wasn’t his fight.

He decided the truth was best. “I’m already healed.” Stede’s poorly hidden disappointment was a not unwelcome surprise. “But it couldn’t hurt,” Izzy added hurriedly. He paused. “What about…?” Izzy asked, tilting his head in Ed’s direction.

Stede’s eyes flitted downward, the pink blush burning across his cheeks and exposed chest now. “I don’t mind,” he breathed, almost too quiet for even Izzy to hear.

Izzy hadn’t expected that. He’d wanted Stede to offer him blood. He wanted Ed to see that Izzy didn’t need or want him anymore. But this… this Izzy hadn’t considered.

Izzy stepped forward, his chest flush against Stede’s. He savored the warmth of his skin as he pressed his lips to Stede’s ear. “Do you like to be watched, Bonnet?” his tone was teasing, but not cruel. He slid his hands to Stede’s ass and pulled him forward, grinding against the hardening line under Stede’s robe.

Stede began to quietly splutter, attempting to step out of Izzy’s grasp, but the first mate didn’t let him. He rolled his hips forward, eliciting a soft gasp.

“Me too,” Izzy breathed, nipping at Stede’s earlobe and enjoying the way it made him shutter.

He could feel Ed’s furry at his back but ignored it with greater ease than he’d expected.

When Izzy withdrew, Stede seemed to be standing a little taller, a foolish grin on his reddening face. He looked over Izzy’s shoulder, meeting Ed’s gaze before gesturing cordially towards the tall armchair. “If you’re staying Edward, you should make yourself comfortable.” It wasn’t a question.

Izzy turned to look at Ed. Waiting for his response. He thought Ed would argue, insist on staying within swinging distance, or simply spit obscenities before storming out of the room. He did neither.

He stomped angrily to the armchair and slumped into it. There was a challenge to the look he gave Izzy, and something else, something dark and hungry lurking around the edges.

Izzy felt Stede’s hand find his and gently pulled him towards the bed. He hesitated for only a second, his eyes locked with Ed’s, before he followed.

Stede drew the curtains along the edge of the nook. They were sheer and provided no real privacy, not that he wanted it, but Izzy still found himself relaxing the way he only did when they were alone.

Stede settled against the pillows, legs outstretched loosely in front of him, his robe doing little to conceal his arousal. It was a practiced position and Izzy settled wordlessly into his spot on Stede’s lap.

Izzy placed a knee on either side of Stede’s hips, trapping his cock between them as he relaxed against Stede. He pressed one hand loosely to the side of Stede’s neck, the other resting against his chest.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing each other in. Stede’s heart pounded so hard Izzy could almost pretend it was his own.

He wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like if he’d met Stede’s when he was human, if they’d been able to grow old together. But those thoughts brought only mystery and he pushed them away.

He nosed along Stede’s throat as the captain leaned into his touch. Izzy dragged his fangs over the sensitive skin before sucking a deep bruise just above Stede’s collar.

He could see Ed moving from the corner of his eye. He wondered if he had already seen enough and was going to leave. Instead, he appeared to be making himself more comfortable.

Izzy wanted to be angry at him for staying, for choosing to watch Izzy fuck the man he loves… loved? Rather than walk away from a fight. He wasn’t though.

Some dark part of Izzy was glad he stayed. Not for revenge, but because that part of him yearned for the years when this could have been just another night. Ed liked to watch… Izzy liked to be watched. For years, it had been easy. A perfect match.

But things change. People change.

Stede gasped as Izzy’s fangs pressed into the delicate flesh. He relaxed against the pillows, one hand coming up to stroke Izzy’s hair. “That’s it, that’s my good boy,” he hummed in a wonderfully familiar way.

Izzy whimpered against Stede. He forced himself to drink slowly, small drops of warmth that spread from his tongue to his toes. He wanted more, wanted everything Stede had to give him.

Izzy licked a stripe along Stede’s throat, the small wound healing in his wake, savoring the taste. He kissed along Stede’s jaw, his chin, to his lips and then he was being kissed within an inch of his well… not life.

Izzy’s fingers slid from Stede’s neck to his leaking cock. He moaned into Izzy’s kiss as Izzy swiped his thumb over the sensitive tip.

They broke apart, panting. Stede gripped the back of Izzy’s head and held him there, forehead to forehead.

“You’re making a mess captain,” Izzy rasped.

“Can you blame me?” he breathed, grinning devilishly. He kissed Izzy again, just a soft brush of the lips, but it sent shivers through him.

Stede released Izzy, swiping a haphazard curl from his forehead. There’d been a cut there when Stede returned, but it was long healed.

Izzy released Stede’s cock, bringing his hand up between them. “Told you,” he breathed, showing him the glisten of pre cum across his thumb before sucking the digit clean with enthusiasm.

Stedes watched him, pupils blown wide and hungry. He slid a hand to each of Izzy’s hips and pulled him closer, pressing the line of Izzy’s body against his own. “Hold on sweetheart,” he commanded, grinning wickedly.

Izzy didn’t have time to respond before Stede was sweeping him up with surprising agility. He dropped Izzy back onto the bed, pulling him forward, Stede leaned between his thighs.

Izzy panted, green robe spread out around him like spilled oil. His arms splayed above his head. He stared up at the captain, surprise and amusement playing across his lips.

Stede bent forward, pressing Izzy’s legs apart with his weight as he leaned over him. His eyes followed a golden ray of morning light that slotted through the curtains and across Izzy’s cheek.

“You are magnificent,” he growled, eyes hungry as they watched Izzy.

Izzy’s mouth open, but no sound came out. His throat was suddenly thick.

Stede grinned, knowing full well the effect his words had. He glanced towards the sitting area, “isn’t he, Ed?” He called.

Izzy followed Stede’s gaze. Ed still watched them with that same intense expression. It wasn’t quite anger, nor lust, nor even envy… but it bore into Izzy like a physical thing, nonetheless. After a long moment, he nodded. Just one small movement, but Izzy couldn’t deny the thrill he felt.

Stede pressed his lips to Izzy’s ear again. “It would appear neither of us can keep our eyes off you, love. You are simply,” he nipped Izzy’s earlobe, “irresistible.”

He kissed along Izzy’s throat, sucking bruises into his collar, kissing his chest. He flicked his tongue over one of Izzy’s nipples. Izzy arched into the touch, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Stede repeated the gesture again and again, before sucking in earnest.

Izzy cried out, one hand going to Stede’s hair and the other gripping the sheets at his side. He wasn’t sure if he was pulling Stede in or pushing him away. He just knew he wanted more, more, more.

He rocked his hips against Stede’s groin as the captain moved to his other nipple. He teased the sensitive flesh before again sucking until Izzy cried out.

At long last, Stede sat back, surveying Izzy with a satisfied look. He trailed his fingertips along Izzy’s sternum and belly, running them across his hip to Izzy’s knee. There was a nasty scar just above it that dented in the skin.

Izzy had said there was a limit to his healing and Stede should just be grateful the leg stayed on, but neither could help wondering if things would have been different if Izzy hadn’t been living on scraps for years.

Stede tapped Izzy’s knee and he lifted it without hesitation. Stede brought it to his lips, kissing across the scarred tissue before moving down his knees and across his shin. Stede hesitated, allowing Izzy to pull away if he wanted. When he didn’t, Stede slowly kissed over his ankle and the sensitive arch, to the spaces where his smallest toes used to be.

He kissed the two nubs gently before kissing the remaining toes. He placed Izzy’s ankle over his shoulder, kissing it one more time when he was in it place.

He watched Stede, transfixed by the way the light caught his curls. He reached up, running his fingers slowly through Stede’s hair before cupping his face.

Stede kissed his palm, watching Izzy with a tenderness that made his chest ache. Izzy withdrew his hand, replacing it on the bed beside him. His vision darted downwards to Stede’s length.

Stede smiled cockily as he stroked himself, Izzy’s eyes following every move. Stede pressed the head to Izzy’s folds, teasing his entrance. A wicked grin spread across his face as he watched Izzy try to suppress his small pleading whimpers.

Izzy was half blood drunk and half dead tired (well, technically all dead and half tired), resulting in the world taking on a soft haze and his own mind quieting in a way it rarely did.

“You ever going to fuck me bonnet, or am I supposed to just watch you play with your d—ah—fuck,” Izzy groaned as Stede thrust into him.

Stede bore down on Izzy, practically bending him in half. Izzy wrapped his other leg around Stede’s waist, his arms going to Stede’s neck and pulling him closer.

He was surrounded by the captain, so covered with his warmth it felt like Izzy’s own and he lost track of where he ended and Stede began. It didn’t matter though, all that matter was that Stede didn’t stop touching him.

“Y—yeah, right there. Fuck. Fuck, please Stede,” Izzy begged, not knowing what he wanted but needing more, more, more.

Stede seemed to understand though. “Is this how my sweet first mate likes it?” he cooed in a tone that should have been obnoxious, but instead shot like lightning to Izzy’s dick.

Izzy whimpered, his cheek brushing Stede’s chin as he nodded feverishly. Stede kissed Izzy’s temple before pressing closer to his ear. He braced one arm over Izzy’s head and with the other he held the first mate to him.

“You love being filled don’t you? Love the feel of your captains cock stuffing you full?”

Izzy didn’t know where Stede had learned to talk like that, but if he ever found out he’d send them a gods damn gift basket.

“Yeah, yes,” he panted, struggling to follow Stede’s words as the captain withdrew nearly all the way before thrusting back in, causing Izzy to see stars. “‘s so good. L-love it—ahh—love you,” he whimpered, pressing his face into the crook of Stede’s neck, apparently unaware of what had just transpired.

Stede, on the other hand, crushed Izzy beneath him with renewed exuberance. For once, he had been struck speechless, only a small whimper escaping his lips as he took Izzy.

“There! Th—fuck, fuck, yes, Stede!” Izzy cried as ecstasy washed over him. Stede continued to fuck him through his orgasm with no sign of slowing.

“Say it again,” Stede rasped against Izzy ear, his movements becoming erratic.

Izzy wracked his brain, each thrust against his over sensitive cock breaking his concentration. Had he said something? He’d said Stede’s name just now and a lot of cursing before that, but…

Izzy froze as the memory finally materialized. He hadn’t thought he’d said it aloud and now that he knew he did, he wondered if he could leap out the window and into the ocean before anyone noticed.

Stede must have felt the way Izzy stilled beneath him as he released Izzy’s hair, griping his chin instead. He pulled away minutely to look at Izzy, only slowing his pace the slightest bit.

“Say it again,” Stede growled, eyes dark as they watched Izzy’s face.

Izzy gnawed on his bottom lip, trying to find words that wouldn’t come. Stede shook his chin, just enough to pull Izzy from his ruminations. “I said, say it again,” he ordered.

Izzy shut his eyes, unable to face the rejection he knew was coming. “I love you,” he gasped. Before Izzy could open his eyes again, he was being kissed for all he was worth. It was messy and full of need, and left them both breathless.

“Me too,” Stede rasped against his lips, “I love you too.”

Izzy pulled Stede down downwards, crushing him to his chest as he kissed him fiercely. Stede ground down, thrusting against Izzy’s over sensitive cunt until he was tumbling over the edge again. Stede grunted, a huff of air against Izzy’s own desperate gasps and then he was spilling inside Izzy.

They broke apart with nervous laughter. Izzy felt vulnerable in a way nakedness never had, but to his surprise, it wasn’t terrible. They kissed again, just a small peck before Stede sat back, slipping from Izzy with a wet squelch that made them both wince, resulting in more soft laughter.

Izzy flexed his stiff hip, frowning punitively at Stede as he lowered it to the bed. “You know I’m an old man, right? Can’t keep bending like that or something’ll snap right off,” he grumbled.

Stede laughed, not fooled by Izzy’s gruff demeanor. “Actually, my dear,” he said, grinning wickedly, “I believe you are in fact ancient, but that will not stop me from bending you every way I like.”

“And if my leg snaps off,” Izzy retorted. He crossed his arms over his chest, brow furrowed, but couldn’t quite suppress the grin playing around his lips.

“Then I’ll sew it back on and try again,” Stede smirked, his voice gentle.

Izzy rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite find the desire to argue.

With some chagrin, Izzy remembered their private moment was not actually private. He glanced over, biting remark already prepared, but there was no one there.

The armchair was empty, as was the table that had held Ed’s weapons. The door stood slightly ajar.

They were alone.

They exchanged a meaningful look, but didn’t discuss the departure as they sat up, pulling robes and sheets around themselves. Instead, Izzy asked, “did you mean it?” and hoped he kept the nerves from his voice.

Stede smiled and it was so warm Izzy could almost feel it heating his skin. “Of course darling. I wouldn’t say that just for… show.” Stede didn’t say the name, but they both knew what he meant. He cupped Izzy’s cheek, leaning in to kiss his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. “I love you Izzy,” he breathed against them.

Izzy responded by kissing him until they toppled back onto the bed, laughing breathlessly as they tangled together once more.

#ofmd #fan fiction #ofmd izzy #Stizzy

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caineyouseeme · 1 year ago

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hoping one will reach you

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caineyouseeme · 1 year ago

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Happy soft sub Saturday!

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caineyouseeme · 1 year ago

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Sapphic The Mummy AU

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caineyouseeme · 1 year ago

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Master Fic Thread

(will update as I move over more from twt)

Stizzy Spanking Fic

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/733196307459604480/if-youre-going-to-act-like-a-child-ill-punish?source=share

Vampire Izzy -P1

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/747115577149095936/vampire-izzy-p1-complete?source=share

-P2

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/748563647625920512/vampire-izzy-p2?source=share

-P3

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/751096201951248384/vampire-izzy-p3-devour-me-on-ao3?source=share

SteddyHands Neighbors fic:

-P1

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/721668366762377216/steddyhands-au-stede-is-edizzys-new-neighbor

-P2

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/721702522910359552/part-two-ed-brings-up-the-idea-of-seducing-stede

-P3

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/721792344898387968/part-three-stede-stared-at-the-cracked-door

-P4

https://www.tumblr.com/caineyouseeme/721877828577198080/part-four-final-chapter-izzy-stared-hungrily

#Master Fic List

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Vampire Izzy P.1 (complete)

(TW: themes of DV, blood, sexual content)

Thinking about Vampire Izzy today…

Vampire Izzy, who gets injured on a raid but is too proud to tell anyone. Of course, his captain (Stede since Ed has fucked off to be a rodeo clown or whatever it was this week) had noticed his absence and goes looking for him.

Izzy’s bare torso is a sickly grey twinged with green. It contrasts the jar of something red in his hands. He sneers at it as Stede pushes into cabin, forgetting to knock in his hurry. “Fuck off!” Izzy hissed before Stede could begin. “Sorry!” He yelped, covering his eyes.

It reminded Izzy of a child playing hide and seek. There was moment of silence in which Stede appeaed to remember that he’s the captain and that, more importantly, there was a dark wound spreading like spider webs from Izzy’s side. “You’re hurt!” Stede exclaimed.

“I noticed,” Izzy retorted, rolling his eyes, but it lacked the usual malice. “Don’t worry yourself Bonnet, this is nothing for someone like me.” But that didn’t seem right. Of course Stede knew what Izzy was and had seen him heal from from worse than this, but whatever this was, wasn’t healing.

Stede ignored Izzy’s protests and came to sit beside him on the cot. Izzy curled inwards, his body turning away from the captain. Stede was taken aback. Izzy seemed almost… afraid of him. It made his heart ache.

“I—I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—“ Stede spluttered as he moved to stand, but cut off when a trembling hand gripped his thigh. He met Izzy’s gaze with hesitation. Izzy’s pupils were blown wide, causing his eyes to look nearly black. The grey skin only highlighting their appearance. “Shut up,” he rasped.

Stede did.

“Fucking merchant tipped his knife with poison…” he brought the jar to his lips again, sniffing it with displeasure before taking a swing. He eyed Stede, but the captain forced himself to remain silent. “‘M not human, so it’s not fatal.”

Stede relaxed, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “So then, why is it..” he ventured, gesturing to the dark tendrils.

Izzy laughed humorlessly. “Happens sometimes, when I’m…” he seemed to choose the words carefully, “rationing.”

Stede’s brow furrowed.

Izzy suppressed an exasperated sigh as he raised the glass of, what Stede was beginning to suspect was, blood in a mock cheers.

“But we were just on a raid… couldn’t you have… uh, eaten?”

Izzy suppressed another eye roll. “Guess I forgot to take a bite as I was getting fucking stabbed.” He sighed. “I have some here anyways. It’s fine,” he said this last part more to himself than Stede.

Stede hadn’t moved though. He seemed to be hesitating on something.

“Just spit it out Bonnet.”

“Right then, might I ask, uh—whose is that?” He asked, pointing to the jar in Izzy’s hands.

Izzy curled around it, his grip tightening as if Stede might try to wrestle it from him. “Ed’s,” he breathed, staring down at the liquid.

“Ah—and is it, I mean, it’s fine if it so, but is it always…”

He trailed off, but Izzy knew what was coming. “Yeah. It’s… it’s always Ed.”

“So then… when was the last time the two of you uh, did… that?”

Izzy’s lips curled in sneer. “Not sure. when did you come back?”

They were quiet for a long time then. Well, a long time for Stede. It gave Izzy time to finish his ‘drink’ at least.

“And since then…” asked, predictably.

Izzy raised the empty jar in response before setting it on the ground.

Stede fidgeted, fingers tugging at the hem of his sleeves as he stared intently down at them.

Izzy gave a long suffering sigh. He was exhausted and his side ached and, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Bonnet smelled fucking delicious. The whole thing was giving him a migraine.

“Just spit it out so I get sleep. Got stabbed today and all,” he growled.

“And poisoned!” Stede offered, unhelpfully.

Izzy’s returning look was deadly.

Stede cleared his throat. “Ah yes, right—well it’s, it’s just… why? No—no, I mean, I not WHY. But, why just him? Just Ed? I mean, couldn’t you… you know, eat… anyone?”

Izzy snorted, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile. He considered lying. He was fairly sure Stede would believe anything he said about vampires, but, as amusing as the thought was, Izzy found himself needing Stede to understand. Or, at least, knew he might be able to.

“It was…” Izzy began, choosing his words carefully, “an arrangement we made, Eddie and me, back when we first met. I’d be his attack dog and he’d make sure I never went hungry… well, that’s what we told ourselves at least. I think by agreeing to only feed from him, Ed was making sure I needed him as much as he needed me.” Izzy knew it was true the moment he’d said it, but even so, the words felt like a betrayal.

There was evident confusion on Stede’s face as he searched Izzy’s carefully composed expression. “But if you agreed to that, if he agreed to that, why does he… I mean, surely he didn’t leave enough for this many weeks?”

Izzy’s expression was soft, almost sad as he contemplated the question. “Eddie doesn’t always think past himself. You should know that by now.”

Stede did. He wished he didn’t, but he did. “But if you know that, why keep starving yourself like this?”

Izzy flinched at the words. He knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear allowed. He considered telling Stede to fuck off, but he’d been honest so far, why not keep going? “We made that deal nearly forty years ago.”

A series of complicated expressions crossed Stede’s face as he considered that. “So for over three decades you’ve only ever had…?”

“Stupid, isn’t it?” Izzy laughed humorlessly.

“No.”

That’s surprised Izzy. He met the captain’s gaze and found it gentle.

“I don’t think it’s stupid Isr—Izzy. I think it’s… romantic.”

“Got a fucked sense of romance,” Izzy retorted, but there was an ache in his chest now that had nothing to do with his wound.

“Suppose I do,” Stede chuckled. “So that’s why you aren’t healing like normal? You need more blood?”

“I’m still healing faster than you lot,” Izzy growled.

“Well then,” Stede announced, hands clapping together in front of him, “there’s only one thing for it!” And without another word, he tugged his shirt up and over his head.

Izzy stared in apparent horror. “I’m not fucking—“ he began, voice taking on a nervous edge.

“Nonsense!” Stede interrupted. “I’m the captain and that means your deal is with me now.”

Izzy wanted to argue that being captain was never part of the deal, that it was between him and Edward, but the words had died in his suddenly very dry mouth.

If Izzy had had enough blood, he would have blushed. As it was, he was determinedly not staring at Stede’s chest nor his surprisingly muscled arms.

“Alright then, how do we do this?” Stede asked with far too much enthusiasm.

“Do…?” Izzy began, his brain refusing to accept the scene before him. “Oh. Oh! I— no, we don’t—“

But Stede was waving away his protests. “Mister Hands, it is your duty to remain in peak physical condition in order to protect this crew. How can you expect to do that when you are wounded?”

Izzy had rarely heard what he thought of as Stede’s ‘captain voice’ and he had to admit, he didn’t hate it. He also didn’t hate the idea of tasting him, as guilty as the idea made him feel.

Izzy gnawed absently at his lip. “It won’t be what you expect,” he warned.

“I can do it,” Stede replied resolutely.

Izzy groaned in defeat. “Just don’t complain if it hurts, Bonnet. You offered.”

Stede straighten with evident delight, despite Izzy’s ominous warning. “Noted!”

Izzy took a deep breath, steadying himself. It would be a shame if he accidentally decapitated Stede… Probably.

He nudged Stede’s shoulder until he turned, giving Izzy a better angle. He swallowed and Izzy couldn’t help but watch the way his gently freckled neck worked. He leaned in, pausing a hairs breath from Stede’s throat. He inhaled, letting himself savor the scent of sweat and blood. “Are you sure?” He asked, voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” Stede breathed, tone resolute.

Izzy’s fangs were thin and needle sharp. They broke through the skin easily and soon his mouth was flooded with the sweet liquid. He drank deeply, savoring the warmth that spread from Stede, into him. There came a low, guttural moan and Izzy froze. Had that been him?

“S—sorry,” Stede squeaked.

Izzy licked the small wound, his saliva causing the blood to clot. “Didn’t think you were into that,” he teased, though it lacked the usual edge with the way Izzy continued to mouth at his skin.

“I’m not!” Stede protested. “It’s just felt kind of… good, is all.”

“Told you it wouldn’t be what you expected.”

“Did you… I mean, you can have some more, if you want.”

Izzy couldn’t seen his face, but he could practically hear him blush. “You sure?” He breathed.

Stede nodded, his unshaven chin tickling Izzy’s cheek. “I want you to.”

Izzy let things go fuzzy around the edges then. It’d been a long time since he’d lost himself like this. Even with Ed, Izzy never knew when his mood would shift and Izzy would get shoved to the ground, or worse.

Perhaps that’s why he didn’t think about the way he was wrapping both arms around Stede and pulling himself closer. It wasn’t until he heard Stede’s ragged, “Iz—Izzy, are you—ah—are you sure?” That Izzy came crashing back to himself, only to realize he was straddling Stede’s waist, one hand on his neck and the other dimpling his back. Only when Izzy’s hips stilled did he realized he had been shamelessly dry humping the other man. Well, not exactly dry.

Izzy started back and would have fallen if Stede hadn’t held on. He began to splutter nervous apologies, intending to flee the cabin in embarrassment, but cut off as stede pulled him forward again. He was hard, the line of his cock pressing pointedly between Izzy’s thighs.

Izzy’s cunt throbbed at the proximity. “Yeah,” he rasped, meeting Stede’s hungry gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure.” His hands pressed between them, trembling the slightest bit as he pulled at Stede’s laces.

Izzy stood to strip away his smalls. Stede stared up at him, eyes glinting in the dull lamp light. He pressed his lips to the inky tendril that crested Izzy’s stomach, kissing him there as he pulled away the last of Izzy’s clothing.

Izzy stepped clear of the shorts as Stede pulled his own trousers off, nearly tearing them in his haste. They tangled around his ankles, catching on the boots he’d forgotten to remove.

Izzy barely waited for Stede to kick his boots away before he was leaning in, hands on Stede’s shoulders and one knee, the one he’d only nearly managed to heal after being shot, braced beside him.

“You sure?” Izzy repeated, hoping he kept the tremor from his voice. If his heart could beat, he knew it would have been racing.

Stede steadied himself with one hand on the bed and tilted his head to the side, exposing the freshly healed punctures. “Yes.”

It was said with so much conviction that Izzy didn’t protest. He sank down until the tip of Stede cock teased his leaking cunt. He was breathing hard. It wasn’t technically something he had to do, but it felt natural in these moments. The two of them, breathing the same air with nothing and everything between them.

Izzy’s eyes fluttered shut as he was filled. Stede’s hands gripped his hips, guiding him down. Izzy let out a shaky breath and let his lips fall back to Stede’s throat. He didn’t bite down again, not yet. He kissed along Stede’s collar, the kisses deepening until he was leaving dark bruises in the skin. He rolled his hips, feeling stede press against his walls before rising up and crashing back down.

Stede moaned in his ear, his throat vibrating against Izzy’s lips. He bit. Again the warmth spread through Izzy, this time feeling as if it went directly to his cunt.

How long had it been since he’d been touched like this? His belly and cunt were both full for the first time in ages and he reveled in it.

“God you feel absolutely incredible,” Stede murmured, his hand coming up to tangle in Izzy’s hair. Pulling just enough for him to feel it.

Izzy licked a stripe up the captain’s neck, teasing Stedes earlobe between his teeth and grinning when he felt him shutter. Izzy pulled back, mouth slightly agape with little moans as stede thrust into him.

Stedes eyes were half lidded, his brow furred in concentration. He smiled when he saw Izzy watching him and it was a brilliant thing. He rubbed his thumb across the corner of Izzy’s mouth before holding it out to him, a thin red line across its surface.

Izzy didn’t know how Stede could be so blasé when it came to his own blood, but he didn’t much care at the moment.

He sucked the digit between his lips with more enthusiasm than was necessary. It was worth it though, if the way Stede’s cock twitched at the sight was any indicator.

“You taste fucking incredible,” Izzy groaned. He hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but he was feeling strangely giddy.

“Show me?” Stede whispered.

Izzy didn’t hesitate. He cupped Stede’s face between his hands and kiss him. It was long and deep, their bodies rocking slowly as they devoured each other.

Izzy broke away first with a small cry. “Yes! Th—there, fuck— harder, Stede!” He moaned against Stede’s lips.

Stede gripped his hips and fucked into him, finding the spot that made Izzy cry out over and over until he was tumbling over the edge, coming hard on Stede’s cock, the captain’s name still on his lips.

Stede’s answering kiss was haphazard, interrupted with little whimpering cries. He clutched Izzy to him, burying his face in Izzy’s shoulder and breathing him in as Izzy was filled.

They lay together, some time later, after stede had fetched water for the basin and fresh towels. Of course, he hadn’t bothered to redress completely, throwing on only his trousers and loose boots. A fact which the crew had both noticed and commented on. Izzy cursed them all silently, but couldn’t find it in himself to be mad just then.

“How does it feel?” Stede asked, his fingers trailing over the nearly dissipated marks that the poison had left. They lay back to front. Stede spooning Izzy loosely, his right hand tracing the fading wound.

“A little sore, but not nearly as bad as it was. Thank you, by the way, for… well, thanks,” Izzy muttered, glad he didn’t have to see Stede’s expression.

Stede kissed the base of Izzy’s neck in response. “Of course. I’ll always take care of my first mate.”

Izzy felt the corners of his eyes prick and he blinked back the tears before they would form. “Always?” he managed, throat thick.

Another kiss, this one to the top of Izzy’s head. It was strange how natural it all felt and yet, so foreign to them both.

“Always.”

——End——

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