Kissing Your Pain Away (Stede/Izzy)
Prompt: Kissing your partner's wound.
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“Don’t be childish Izzy. Let me help.”
Stede pointedly looked to Izzy’s arm where he’d gotten nicked by a sword in their most recent pillaging. Izzy had been careful not to react to the wound and carry himself as normally as possible. He’d thought no one had noticed but of course, fucking Stede Bonnet had somehow clocked the injury and was now adamant about helping Izzy lean it. As if Izzy wasn’t perfectly capable of tending to it himself.
“It’s just a scratch Bonnet.” Izzy tried to brush past Stede and leave the Captain’s quarters – where Stede had squirrelled him away to the second they’d set foot back on the Revenge, everyone else, Edward included, had been too excited sorting through their loot to notice, or so Izzy hoped.
“It’ll get infected and Roach will have to cut it off.” Stede stepped to the side blocking Izzy’s escape route.
“It doesn’t even hurt,” Izzy protested, practically spitting the words at the other man.
“Oh really?” Stede raised an eyebrow as he reached out and squeezed Izzy’s arm – hard. Izzy’s knees threatened to give out at the searing pain that shot up his arm.
“Ow, fuck, you fucker.” Not his most eloquent insult but it would have to do, given the circumstances. Izzy thought Stede would let go after proving his point but his hand kept its firm grip on Izzy’s arm, sending waves of pain up his arm.
“Now, are you going to be a big boy and let Stede clean you up?” Izzy had never felt the slight difference in their heights more than he did at that moment. With a simple question, Stede Bonnet towered over Izzy making him feel small and vulnerable. To his horror, Izzy didn’t hate it and if his leather pants fit a little snugger than usual no one would ever know.
He stubbornly stared Bonnet down with flushed cheeks, whether that was from their proximity or the pain Izzy didn’t know or care. He wouldn’t crack. He was Isreal Hands, first mate to the fearsome Blackbeard, he would not submit to this pansy fancy boy playing pirate.
Stede tightened his hold on Izzy’s arm, his body quivering at the new flash of pain. Izzy couldn’t hold in his desperate moan. Fuck, there was no coming back from that. Stede sent him a knowing look though for once he kept his mouth shut.
Izzy dropped his angry gaze from Stede’s eyes to the floorboards, all fight leaving him. “Good boy,” Stede whispered before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the top of Izzy’s head.
“You’re ridiculous,” Izzy mumbled at the other man, who had finally released his hold on Izzy’s injured arm.
“Mhmm,” Stede hummed in amusement. Izzy didn’t look up as Stede moved around the room gathering his supplies or when he peeled Izzy out of his vest and shirt. The first touch of a warm, wet rag on his skin sent shivers down Izzy’s spine. Stede was gentle with every pass of the cloth and his grip on Izzy’s arm. It was so different from how Edward touched him but it still sent his heart hammering away in his chest.
As if he could hear Izzy’s thoughts, Stede paused in his cleaning of Izzy’s wound and using just the tips of his fingers under Izzy’s chin lifted his face so that Izzy had no choice but to look into his eyes. His eyes, like every other part of him, were soft. Izzy didn’t believe the emotion he saw in those eyes, he couldn’t. The second he let himself think this was real was the second he had everything to lose. And what good was a pirate that was afraid of losing?
Stede moved forward in one swift motion and placed a quick peck on Izzy’s lips. Izzy knew Stede wanted more – more of the kiss and of Izzy. But Izzy kept his lips a harsh, stubborn line and forced himself not to lean into Stede. He hadn’t kissed anyone in years, not since he and Edward were young – before Blackbeard.
A flash of disappointment crossed Stede’s face before he turned back to his work on Izzy’s arm. He was meticulous as he cleaned out the cut. Once he deemed it good enough, Stede reached over for a jar of a sharp-smelling ointment he claimed was the cure to everything. Izzy braced himself for the sting he knew would come from Bonnet rubbing the foul ointment into his open wound but the sting never came. Instead, pain and pleasure twirled around each other as Stede pressed a kiss into the skin just above where the cut started.
Stede looked up at Izzy, keeping his lips against Izzy’s skin. Izzy watched, trembling, as Stede slowly moved his lips down the cut in Izzy’s arm, stopping to lick at the fresh blood that had pearled out at his touch. He moved further down until his lips came to rest at Izzy’s wrist, hovering just over where he could no doubt feel Izzy’s heart pounding. His lips parted and his tongue danced across the delicate skin.
Izzy didn’t know what to do. This was too much, more than anyone had ever given him before and more than he deserved. Stede’s eyes were unreadable as he lifted his mouth from Izzy’s hand and moved back up so his lips were mere centimetres from Izzy’s.
Izzy could feel Stede’s breath on his lips, gentle puffs of air that sent tingles down his spine. He waited for Stede to close the distance between them again and was irritated when Stede seemed content to stay where he was, so close but not touching Izzy.
Seconds stretched into minutes and anger buzzed anew underneath Izzy’s skin. What game did Stede think he was playing? What tricks was he trying to pull? Anticipation, frustration and desperation drove Izzy to his braking point as he smashed his lips into Stede’s. Caught off guard by the man in front of him Izzy moaned like a cheap whore as Stede’s tongue snuck into his mouth and repeated the patterns it had drawn on Izzy’s wrist. A part of Izzy screamed at him to pull away, to leave before this could go any further but as Stede ran his fingers through Izzy's hair and grabbed hold of his neck a louder part told him to take everything Stede was offering. Izzy might be going crazy but he let go of everything that had been holding him back and melted into Stede's arms.
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Oh, I am not bothering with fancy posts. But if you’re into explicit, kink heavy Ed/Izzy/Stede then I’ve got not just a 16k monstrosity, but I finished that deeply fucked up one and now it’s like…almost 7k. And I just posted the first ch of the monstrosity’s sequel, which is likely also to be a monstrosity, as this ch is 9k long lol.
Anyway, pls enjoy if you’re into that kind of thing <3
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Can't stop thinking about the moment in S2 E3 when Stede confronts Izzy about what happened to Ed --
Izzy: "He was a wild dog, and we dealt with him like one."
Stede, without missing a beat: "You sent him to doggy heaven?" 😔
!!! That flash of a moment, when you see Izzy *realize* -- Stede knows about "doggy heaven," which means Ed told him, not just about the murder/identity-stealing plan but every detail of how Izzy and Ed had discussed it in confidence -!! The mental rearranging Izzy must have to do in that moment, the depth of trust between Ed and Stede implied by that casual revelation (and typical Con O'Fuckin'Neill managing to convey ALL that in one devastating expression...)
Meanwhile Stede's over there like "Awww, Id :(" thinking "doggy heaven" is still just regular ol' pirate slang, what a fucking masterpiece
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