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An obtrusive floral scent stirred Izzy from his spotty night of sleep.
It first rolled over him in lazy, clement waves, tempting him awake with its delicious allure like the call of a siren. It grew gradually intemperate the longer it lingered in the stagnant air. Izzy became aware of his skin. He felt almost itchy with an inscrutable need. His cabin started to feel stuffy, his breath became sporadic as his rest had been.
The minutiae of the fragrance became clear as it invaded his senses.
Distinctly sprigs of lavender and vanilla bean orchids, familiar in a way that made his head pulse. He rose with mindless lethargy as would the dead. His eyes creaked open, but there was no perceptible fog filling his cabin from the crack in the door.
Like he was goddamn ensorcelled, he shifted on the bed, then struggled to a stand. He slammed his cabin door open, then followed the attar of flowers with heavy, languorous steps, up the ladder before he could produce a coherent thought. He felt something start to burn inside of him. He felt his skivvies start to irritate his skin. He knew this feeling.
His legs had taken this beaten path several times. He knew, somewhere in the unreachable depths of his clouded mind, from what room it emanated, just as he knew its source, the name clinging to the back of his throat like stale hardtack.
“Stede,” he coughed up, standing a few staggers from the entrance to the Captain’s quarters. “Fuckin—”
He took a step.
“Stede—” Another step, then he closed the door, his voice lowered to a whisper, “Bonnet…”
Something like rage drove him past the entryway, even as he heard the cries from paces away. He stopped only when he’d come through enough to make out the silhouettes of his Captains as dawn drew nigh and skittered in the cabin in pale beams, intercepted by the shadows of the windows’ grids. Neither of them turned.
Ed sat on his ankles, his knees folded on the bed in a way that undoubtedly ached. His hair was frizzy. His forehead was damp with sweat. It laced the air with his passive, faint scent of smoke and gunpowder. Izzy wanted to ease him onto the bed and lick it off of him, soothe the lines in Ed’s face that creased deeper with exertion.
Stede was arched high enough it was a wonder his back wasn’t crackling like a split mast. Ed’s arm pumped steadily. The ripple of his tattoos drove Izzy further to madness, but the creamy, freckled thighs of Stede obscured the view of what he was doing. Izzy could assume by the scent alone, the air heavy with Omega, but the open-mouthed gasps and wet squelches left nothing up to assumption.
“Not—not enough,” Stede mewled, wild eyes on Edward. “Ed, I need—I need more.”
“Yeah? That so?” Ed grinned wolfishly, then tilted his head in Izzy’s direction, his eyes still settled between Stede’s legs. Izzy froze. “More is by the bed, Stede.”
Slowly, Stede’s head turned, like he was scared of what he’d see. His face reflected this when his eyes finally seemed to comprehend Izzy’s hunched figure, pallid horror briefly superseding the rubicund lust.
“Welcome to the party, mate,” Ed chuckled. His hand didn’t stop, but Stede at least shut his whore mouth, his racket silenced to needy, helpless hums. The scent of his heat crashed in unrelenting surges. Izzy’s cock throbbed. “You smell ‘im, Iz?”
When Izzy managed to tear his eyes from Stede’s sweat-shiny face, they only settled then on Ed’s prick, which hung soft and sticky, thoroughly spent. Stede must have milked him dry a few times, from the look of it, with that cunt of his, a hole only truly sated by a knot, which a Beta could only simulate. No fucking wonder Edward looked exhausted. Stede had probably been in this state for hours. Greedy twat.
“I told him you would.”
It was by some fluky luck that Izzy was rooted to the ground in stupefaction.
“He said ‘let him’. Can you believe that, Iz?”
His luck wore out. He slid a finger over Stede’s thigh, his skin sickly hot to the touch, and pushed his legs open to get a proper view. Ed, like he was showing off something beloved, lifted Stede’s diminutive cock with his middle finger.
“So cute,” Ed murmured in admiration of it. Izzy’s nails scraped at his palm, clawing himself like a restless animal as he cradled Stede's thigh with his other hand. He withheld from slamming his leg down and giving the ponce what he was gagging for, even with the scent-triggered rut shooting hot adrenaline through his body.
“Yeah,” Izzy absentmindedly responded. A sound escaped Stede’s tightly pressed lips as Ed rubbed circles right over the tip of his cocklet. “Looks like he needs a knot.”
“Oh, man, fuckin’ tell me about it,” Ed laughed. With his free hand, he encouraged Izzy’s inert palm forward. Izzy hovered his fingers right above Stede’s cunt. He could feel the heat of it, like holding your hand over boiling water. “All he’s been fuckin’ crying for. ‘Knot me, please, breed me, Ed, more, more’. Fuckin’ Christ.”
A long, embarrassed groan from Stede reached Izzy’s ears, but he ignored it, finding it in him to smirk at Ed’s impression of Stede.
“Tell you what,” Ed began, then crammed all four of his fingers into Stede’s cunt, as deep as they could reach. It knocked another strangled sound loose, tumbling past his parted drool-wet lips. “You touch him, I’m telling you, mate, he’ll fucking sing. Prettiest shit you’ll ever hear.”
“I know,” Izzy rasped. His voice sounded almost unfamiliar, still high and reedy, but hungry. His ruts were ordinarily dealt with in private, in silence, snarls muffled into bedsheets, his fist never wet or tight enough. “Heard him from the fucking corridor.”
“Gotta say, that was on purpose,” Edward then admitted.
Izzy gnashed his teeth like he’d bite him.
“What?” Ed laughed, mirthful like he wasn’t slamming four of his fingers into Stede and panting. “Left it open when I went to get him that.”
An abandoned wet rag lay beside Stede’s thrashing blonde curls.
“I knew he’d be a lot to handle, but fuckin’ shit, man, he’s—he’s inconsolable,” Ed went on, as if he needed to explain the evident. Izzy listened raptly anyhow, both entranced by the drawl of his Captain’s voice and endlessly fucking turned on by the recount. “Thought I might get you in on it. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
“He’s an Omega,” Izzy defended. His cock twitched like it was reacting to the word. “Can’t help that.”
“‘Course not,” Ed agreed dubiously. “Anyway, thought you might like it. “
“Yeah,” Izzy said again, in awe of the way Edward acted like he was bashfully giving a gift. Edward’s free hand was a loaded weapon, though, and Izzy hadn’t even noticed him taking aim before it started palming his cock, which strained stiff as a board in his underwear. Stede got louder. The bed began to creak as he rocked onto Edward’s fingers, his hand covering his face in shame even as he peeked through his fingers.
“Come on down if you want, mate,” Ed invited, but he kept moving his hand, with firm pressure like he was kneading dough. Izzy’s knees buckled. He fucked Edward’s palm the best he could, even if a reserved part of him outside the carnality felt indignified. It was relieving, friction that Izzy felt he could drown in. “Izzy.”
Izzy opened his eyes. He didn’t remember closing them. “Yeah, boss?”
The loud rip of Edward tearing his skivvies down too roughly for their old cotton to handle was nearly drowned out by Stede’s whimpers.
“Wasn’t a fucking option.”
With a gnash fierce enough to split his gums, with sour blood hitting his tongue, Izzy obeyed; even as an Alpha, he was sensitive to the dark, commanding threat in his voice, the glint in his hypnotizing eyes, the leash with which Edward yanked him how he desired.
“Izzy,” Stede blurted out after an impressively long time of not verbalizing a thing. Stede’s voice was almost small when held up to his usual posh pretense, his gentlemanly persona with which he reigned crew. It was still a high tenor, but it lacked that landed gentry hauteur that drove Izzy up the walls. It got even higher, crackling with fresh, sudden sobs, when Edward pulled his fingers out. “No, no, no, please, Ed!”
“Look at him thrash,” Ed drawled. His arms wound around Izzy’s middle. His fingers, coated in Stede’s slick, start to brush Izzy’s throbbing flesh. Izzy chewed the inside of his cheek to restrain from letting himself luxuriate in the touch. “Fuck, so thick, Izzy.”
The words did not help his effort, nor did Stede’s cries, his eyes scrunched shut in humiliation. Tears streamed down his face as he, with two trembling fingers, held the lips of his cunt apart like a hungry harlot. He was incoherent, but when Izzy reached a hand forward to cup his cunt, it softened into snivels like all he needed was the touch of an Alpha to palliate.
“Tell me,” Edward’s voice was closer, then his chest pressed to Izzy’s, cool, relieving to Izzy’s burning flesh, “are you gonna come in my hand?”
“No,” Izzy croaked, hardly restraining from fucking into Ed’s sticky, blissfully warm hand. Edward gripped him tighter like he wanted him to break, jerking him quicker. Izzy’s head fell back, his grunts loudening into sounds that made him feel a splash of his own humiliation, but as he started to climb beyond his control, Ed let up.
“Good,” he purred, then licked a long, hot stripe along the shell of Izzy’s ear. His dry hand was at Izzy’s back, his nails scratching in raw, amative drags. Izzy shivered against Edward. He felt helpless, yet his body shook with strength, his cock hard enough to breach a hull. Ed snickered, teeth nipping Izzy’s jaw. “You’re so fucking reactive, man.”
Any reply Izzy could have tried to give was obliterated when Stede started grinding himself against Izzy’s cupped hand, desperate.
“Edward,” Izzy choked out. “Please.”
“What?” Edward asked coyly.
“Look at him, boss,” Izzy said, then finally brought himself to watch Stede. He’d been avoiding it because he knew that the sight of Stede’s dripping cunt, his little rosy cock, would bludgeon any rationale Izzy could muster through the distortion of his rut. “Needs me.”
“Go on, then. Have him—” Edward pushed him down. “Dog.”
With his head held to Stede’s thigh, his nose so close to the wellspring of Stede’s candied flower scent, Izzy wasn’t in any way to stop the loll of his tongue as he lapped up Stede’s slick like the dog he was. He tasted amazing, salty-sweet ambrosia. Edward’s moan was practically silenced by Stede’s pathetic cries. His legs trembled around Izzy’s head, his hips gyrated into Izzy’s face, and his eyes brimmed with tears.
“Fuckin’ desperate,” Izzy hissed, then spit on Stede’s cunt. Stede let out a gasp and a jerk of his hips like it shocked him.
“You’re—haaaoohhh—whew—filthy, Izzy,” Stede gibed feebly, taking long enough to finish his sentence that any impact it might’ve had was null. Izzy watched his spit run down into the puddle of slick and cum that had collected on a flannel scrap. “Izzy.”
“Hit ‘im,” Edward choked out. He pulled Izzy back by the hair, ripping a moan from him, then rumbled in his ear, “He really likes it.”
Hurting Stede was a desire just as instinctive for Izzy, so he brought his hand back, enough for Stede to dramatically brace himself, then slapped his cunt with a resounding crack, incendiary to his palm, spreading the blaze through his entire body.
“Ah!” Stede lurched forward with a gasp. His cunt seeped slick around Izzy’s fingers as they lingered, then dipped into his hole. He took two with ease, but before his cry of relief could cease, Izzy pulled them out and struck again. He could feel Stede’s hole twitch around his fingers.
“Jesus, you tryin’ to torture him or you?” Edward guided him again. He brought his arm back, to which Stede began to exhale, heavy and exasperated like a bull calf still finding its chuff. Edward circled his fingers around the heated base of Izzy’s cock.
“Please,” Stede huffed. “Won’t you please—I can smell that you need it too, you know. Couldn’t hide that if you—tried. Alpha.”
Stede shimmied back in immaculate synchronization with Ed, who held up Izzy’s prick like he was aiming a fucking blunderbuss.
The moment the tip of him pressed to the stretched heat of Stede’s hole, Stede pushed forward and nestled it inside, his elbows shaking as they supported his feverish body. Izzy’s head tipped back, but Edward’s shoulders held him up as a sturdy pier as he grew embarrassingly weak from the grandiose relief of an Omega sinking on his cock.
Ed’s hand was sentenced to obsoletion as Stede’s cunt all but devoured Izzy’s length. It took a desultory roam across Izzy’s front. His vagrant fingers made stops to stroke through the thatch of pubes above his cock, the bed of hair at his chest, to pinch his pierced nipples. They hardened under the sweet strokes of Edward’s fingers.
“Fuck, Edward,” Izzy wheezed. “I’m trying to give him relief, not just my fucking load.”
“Oh, Izzy,” Stede suddenly cried, strident. “Izzy, please, your—your come, please—”
“Said the fuckin’ trigger word,” Edward said smugly. His voice, its teasing purr, made Izzy shake, alongside the slick slaps of Stede’s soaked thighs to Izzy’s legs, the frantic gasps as Stede slammed himself on his cock, and the overpowering scent of him. It washed over him like pox, leaving him ill with the need to knot, mate, and breed.
“Izzy,” Stede was still whining, but now his hands clawed at Izzy’s arms, pulling him down away from the harbor of Ed’s firm body onto his soft, plump, pliant one. Izzy wanted to take a bite out of him, swallow and claim him. He wanted to eat him alive.
Instead, he scented Stede. He stole deep whiffs of his pheromones as he gnawed mindlessly on the flesh of his neck.
“Oh, fuck, please, just do it already, won’t you?!” Stede wailed, nodding frantically in answer to the tacit question of Izzy’s grazing. His nails scratched down Izzy’s back steadily as they humped each other with mounting desperation.
Somewhere beneath the fog, Izzy could acknowledge the debasement of it all, but beyond the man’s enticing aroma, he’d always wanted, though never dared to reach out and touch, both of them. He would debase himself to depths unknown to the dregs of men if it meant he could touch either of them like this even just once. He cared little.
With that, though, came the plight of resisting his instinctive urge to mate Stede, his Captain’s boyfriend, who he had lost the smoky redolence of as he filled his lungs with the devastating temptation of Omega scent. “Edward.”
“Right here.” Edward’s hand met Izzy’s back. His touch allayed the scrapes of Stede’s blunt fingernails.
“Edward, this is—” Izzy gasped as Stede clenched around him, gripping his hips like his one anchor as his mind careened sideward into the treacherous sea of impulsivity brought upon by his rut. He wanted, suddenly, with an almost irresistible fervor, to take the lid off of his nasty desires for them as his mates. “This isn’t fair.”
“Thought it was pretty generous,” Edward countered, but his touch became even gentler, a staggering contrast to Stede’s teeth clamping down on Izzy’s shoulder, his slobber coating Izzy in thick, warm droplets indistinguishable from his own sweat.
“Want you both,” Izzy managed through the thick, swirling haze his head got thrown into like a rowboat in a maelstrom. Stede’s nodding started back up after the brief interlude of chomping Izzy’s neck like a cur with a stray rib. “Want to have—both of you.”
“This is why I had to do this,” Edward began, his usual beat-around-the-bush way of answering Izzy’s best attempts at communicating. He splayed himself over Izzy’s back, like he was fucking mounting him. Izzy bit Stede’s shoulder in umbrage, letting the hand that’d seized a hip dance over his soft paunch down to his little cock.
At that, as was promised, Stede just about goddamn sang, his high, staccato whimpers as Izzy worked his cock relentlessly.
“You never would’ve just fuckin’ asked if you could ‘ave this.” Ed punctuated ‘this’ with a galvanizing roll of his hips, grinding his stiff cock onto Izzy’s arse. “Tried to let you know it was on the table, with all the touchin’ and dinners.”
Izzy always fucking loathed those dinners, solely for how badly they made him crave a bond with them both, how they made him ache for the gentle domesticity he was never meant to have. Edward and he once had similar philosophies in that vein of comforts, only he’d yet to wholly let go of his scruples, whereas Edward just about frolicked in the fantastical life he led, terrorizing the seas while holding hands with his boyfriend.
Like Stede detected the inattention, he gyrated on Izzy’s cock, enough to reinvigorate him like a lightning strike could a stopped heart.
“Want you, Izzy,” Edward finally got to the point. “We both do.”
“Can feel that much, Captain,” Izzy replied; with each sporadic thrust into Stede, he was rubbed against Edward’s stiff cock. Mostly, he was deflecting from the overwhelming point Edward was trying to make, his head too wild to come to grips with the idea of being wanted by the both of them, even as the reality of it bore down on him from all directions. It was in the shockingly chaste kiss Edward pressed to his shoulder, the fond glimmer Stede’s eyes held that outshone salacious dark shadows.
“Not what I meant,” Ed grumbled, but he’d sped up the pace to match. It was plausible that he was just as near the brink as Izzy and Stede, with the gasps Izzy was acquainted with, sounds he could always hear with how careless Ed was for subtlety, sounds he never earned up until this point. “We wanna be bonded to you.”
“Yeah, alright—”
As though to remind them of his presence, as though Izzy could ever fucking forget when it danced around in his veins, Stede whined, grinding up into Izzy’s deftly circling fingers. Edward, for once the most rational of all of them, shushed him calm.
But the more Stede relaxed, the closer he got; Izzy could feel him tensing up further, could smell it on him that it was building. His thrusts became quick, rabbiting things, with no discernible rhythm. He felt Ed panting on one side of his face, Stede on the other, smothered between their bodies, friction eased with sweat. The mixture of their scents filled the berth, but Ed’s was drowned out entirely. The erratic rock of their bodies was a ship rolling uncontrollably on wind waves, its passengers bound to go overboard.
Izzy hardly managed to rasp out, “Bonnet, cn’I knot you? Bite you?”
Claim you, he tacitly added in the drag of his tongue over Stede’s scent glands, where Ed’s left countless hickeys to mark Stede as his.
“Please,” Stede moaned in reply, his dark brows drawn in to form deep, disconsolate lines in his face, his teary eyes scrunched shut, his face scarlet with exertion as it was with desperation. He was debauched, looked a mess, yet Izzy had to keep suckling the skin of Stede’s neck to avoid kissing him. “PLEASE, KNOT ME, TAKE ME, FUCK!”
“Do it,” Edward encouraged. The tip of his cock started to glide between Izzy’s thighs, slick from Stede’s mess. Izzy’s thrusts stuttered to a stop, but Ed kept going in indulgently languid cants of his hips, moaning high in Izzy’s ear.
“Captain,” Izzy rattled, a call for either or both of them, then sunk his teeth into Stede’s scent glands. He felt white-hot bliss seize his blood and bones. He buried his swelling cock to the hilt and dumped loads in Bonnet’s stupid tight cunt. It was rectifying just as it was ravaging. He mumbled, mantric as though praying, “Captain… Captain…”
Only because of the sudden contractions of Stede’s cunt, almost intolerable as his knot fattened to keep him plugged, did Izzy realize that Stede was coming. His greedy hole pulled every drop out from Izzy’s cock. Stede gushed around his knot, his eyes rolled back, and his mouth dropped open on a cry of relief. Izzy sought to soothe the bite he left, but Stede’s eyes slid back into place in time to catch him on his way down in a kiss.
Just like his cunt, Stede’s mouth was soft, wet velvet, pliant under the swipes of Izzy’s tongue. Izzy thought about what his cock could look like, sliding against and between his yielding lips. Izzy pulled back, under a thicker haze, and wondered if Stede could take both of them.
Ed, as Izzy had long since known, was pretty big, affirmed in each urgent squeeze of its length between the sloppy mess of Izzy’s thighs.
But Izzy thought Stede could swing it, with how wide he’d opened his mouth on his shriek when Izzy kept stroking his clit into a second orgasm. That was two for two. Stede’s hands helplessly flailed for something to hold, his teeth gnashing, his entire face scrunched up almost as if in pain. It must’ve been overwhelming. Izzy did feel sympathy, but it was buried somewhere below the thrill of watching Bonnet’s cunt twitch around his cock as it fattened and pumped the last of his seed into his Captain.
“Fuck, look at you two,” Edward groaned from on top of Izzy. “My perfect fucking playthings, that’s what you are, yeah?”
Stede made a noise of agreement between his teeth, nodding with enough zeal to knock heads with Izzy. Izzy captured his mouth in another kiss, holding Stede’s face in his hands to guide him as their mouths moved in heated tandem, something more sensual. Each time Izzy flicked the tip of Stede’s tongue with his, Stede moaned into his mouth.
Within seconds, Edward’s come spilled hot between Izzy’s thighs, his teeth clamping down on Izzy’s shoulder. Izzy parted with Stede to soothe Ed and, though it was probably the pheromones Izzy had to be exuding like smoke from bonfire, Ed melted.
“My Izzy,” he slurred between Izzy’s lips, still rolling between Izzy’s thighs even as he’d long since spent. “Fuckin’ perfect, both of you.”
“Reckon someone’s got to be a Captain,” Izzy reminded Ed, smiling against his lips; Stede would likely be out of commission for another week in this stage of estrus, Izzy in a similar way to appease his needs and deaden the more severe side effects. “Got a heading to Buttons last night. Shouldn’t be too much to do other than make sure they don’t kill each other.”
“‘M sure they’ll be fine,” offered Stede from beneath them, somehow managing a sliver of his posh tone even through the delirium of his heat. He reached for Ed’s face and held it in his hand. Ed leaned into it like a particularly affectionate cat. “I’d like you to stay a while, Ed.”
“Why?” Ed spoke muffled into his hand. “Can’t do much here.”
Izzy felt movement behind his back that was probably meant to be a gesture to Stede’s heat, but neither of them could see his hands. He pressed his lips together to keep a fond smile at bay. “Don’t gotta do anything, boss. Just keep us company.”
“And maybe some water?” Stede asked placatingly.
“Alright.” Ed clapped his hands, then peeled himself from Izzy’s back with speed that was impressive just as it was concerning. Izzy stared thoughtfully at Ed’s knee. “That I can do. The crew already knows your condition, ‘m sure.”
“What?” Stede’s nose scrunched, a deep frown contorting what was a delighted smile. Izzy wanted to kiss it back on there, the sentimental bastard he was. Stede’s heat must’ve been doing a fucking number on his brain. “Did you have time to tell them?”
“Your heats are obvious, Stede,” Ed declared, shrugging on Stede’s robe, flaunting his scent like gold. “You were fuckin’ ravenous for ages, then at the head more often than on the deck, and all the while you’ve got this smell following you around like a fuckin’ omen—you think they wouldn’t notice?”
Izzy had definitely noticed, but he hadn’t been foolish enough to dare assume it’d have shit to do with him, yet here he fucking was.
“Right,” Stede tittered. The movement jostled them. Izzy grabbed his hips and growled to keep Stede on his knot while Stede let out a keen that implied his mind had slipped back into hysteria, his eyes glazed with the burnt look of one experiencing calenture.
As Ed slinked away, the same scent that had roused him in the first place lulled Izzy to sleep.