"Israel, darling, what are you doing?"
Izzy rolled his eyes, but didn't respond.
Stede slapped his cheek.
"I asked you a question."
Izzy started to mumble a response, but Stede slapped him again.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
Izzy released Stede's cock with an obscene slurp.
"What the fuck does it look like?"
He leaned in to suck Stede's prick back in his mouth, but Stede stopped him.
"I know what it looks like, Darling. You look fantastic on your knees like this. Doesn't he, Sweetness?"
Ed nodded from the chair across from them, eyes wide.
"You two look so hot like that. Could watch you all day."
"Thank you, Dear," Stede responded with a saccharine look to Ed. He looked back down to Izzy with his slack jaw, and flushed cheeks. His expression was utterly fond.
"I want you to tell me what you're doing and how much you like it."
He said it slowly, enunciating every word carefully.
"Now be a good boy and do as I ask."
Izzy swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry.
"I'm sucking your cock."
Stede pet his cheek encouragingly.
"...And?"
"I...I love sucking you off, Daddy. I love your cock in my mouth. I want it down my throat."
Stede cooed at him, urging him down and onto his cock again gently.
"Thank you, Darling. You're such a good boy for me."
Izzy could hear Ed fucking his hand as he watched them.
Stede groaned as Izzy took him deeper. He threaded his fingers through Izzy's hair and pulled gently, just the way he liked.
Izzy started to drift, barely aware of his surroundings as he worked Stede to his climax.
Stede pulled him off when Izzy's suckling got to be too much, and urged him up onto his lap. He murmered all the while how good Izzy was for him.
"My darling boy, I love you so dearly. You're such a treasure, aren't you."
Izzy savored the closeness, basked in Stede's praise. He loved these times best. He'd done what was asked of him and knew it was appreciated. He was good and dear and loved.
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Edward Teach had a lot of regrets. Big ones, small ones and every size in between. He knew he couldn't fix any of those mistakes. And he wouldn't given the choice. His past was set, and all of it led him to Stede.
Finding Stede was worth all the regret, all the torment.
But he could try and make amends. Slowly, carefully he thought through his crimes and he made a list.
First was Fang.
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The puppy was cute; small, pink and piggish. The mother had been one of those hairless beasts and the father a fancy English toy that had sewed its oats all over the island. It was scruffy and more friendly than was smart.
The trip is a disaster from the start. Stede packs two suitcases for the weekend "just in case" and Ed's in a sour mood because "nature is gross."
Izzy had been planning a solo trip, but Stede had asked to go and he'd been too weak to argue. He knew Stede would hate camping the way Izzy liked. And where Stede went, Ed followed these days, and Ed would absolutely hate it.
The plan had been to leave Friday morning by 9, but Ed had slept in and then Stede insisted they needed to eat a full breakfast before hitting the road. So they didn't get in the car until noon.
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Day 19: comfort
It's too bloody cold.
Izzy hasn't seen his breathe in the air since he left England, and he hasn't missed it.
Any skin touching the frigid air burns and he can't help shaking, his body reminding him that staying still means death.
Most of the crew has hidden below, huddling together to share their meagre warmth and ample supply of rum. Izzy curses them for hiding and himself for not joining them.
The only person seemingly unaffected is Buttons, and after sailing with the odd man for months, Izzy isn't surprised.
He motions to Izzy, indicating he has the ship handled for now. Izzy heads below, ready to shiver through the night in his cot.
Izzy spends most of his time in the crow's nest these days. He likes being away from the noise of the crew, but being close enough that they can get his attention when necessary. He likes having the wind on his face. And he likes that Ed can't climb up to see him with his knee.
Izzy needs to keep his distance, now, for both of their sakes. Edward is happy with Bonnet. Izzy sees how much now, and after seeing how he was without him, Izzy would do anything to keep him out of that darkness again. Even tolerating Bonnet was worth it.
Bonnet wasn't so bad anymore anyway. He made efforts to improve, be the kind of captain a crew respects. And Izzy is impressed at his progress, even if he'd never tell him so.
"Hey, mate! Got you something!"
Wee John looked up from his mending to see Frenchie hurrying over.
"You didn't need to get me anything."
"Course I did, it's your birthday! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't get you a present?!"
Frenchie thrust a lumpy package into John's hands.
The bundle was wrapped in a piece of old sailcloth and smelled faintly of oil.
John unwrapped it carefully.
"Dynamite! You got me dynamite?! Thanks, mate! You know me so well!"
Frenchie grinned seeing John's happy face.
Wee John pulled him in for a joyous bear hug.
"Can't wait to blow somethin' up with them soon!"