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While it is always nice to have an audience, from time to time, it is fun to have the illusion of privacy, even if it is kinda hard to find solitude on a ship like the Revenge.
It didn't even have to be a secluded spot, just one where there were fewer people to listen than usual.
Pete and Lucius had been trying for quite a while now to find the perfect place to be privately private when they had stumbled into Izzy's room.
The owner of said room was fast asleep by the looks of it, causing Pete and Lucius to exchange glances.
"Risk of death a turn-on?" Lucius whispered to Pete.
"I can be convinced," Pete whispered back with a big grin.
At that, the two ended up on the floor together.
On the other hand, Izzy was less asleep than he would have liked.
It had been a long day, with too many complications given their current circumstance, and he was ready for sleep.
Stripping out of his clothes and climbed into bed, ready to shut down for the night, only for the sound of hitched breaths and moaning to wake him up.
At first, he fully intended to keep his eyes shut and pretend that whatever was happening outside the door wasn't happening at all…
At least until he realized that it wasn't outside the door.
Cracking his eyes open a fraction to see the oil lamp still on, revealing precisely what that tangle of limbs on the floor was doing.
'Jesus Christ, he cursed inwardly, sitting up, ready to absolutely pulverize whoever thought this the perfect place until he looked closer at who it was.
Of all the idiots to do it, it had to be these two idiots…
In fact, of all the people on board, he would have thought that they would be more than happy to go at it right on the deck like Stede and Edward seemed to love, rather than on his fucking floor.
Contemplating the perfect way to remove every limb from their bodies… he found himself looking a little too closely.
And now that he was looking at it… he suddenly felt far less murderous than he had only a moment ago.
It was quite an entertaining show, really, to see the two shushings and giggling like schoolboys pulling a prank.
The pair tangled together with kisses and hearts in their eyes was hard to ignore as they barely looked away from one another as they moved.
Izzy couldn't help but swing his legs out of bed to sit and look down at them properly, watching the chaos unfold.
Only aided by the couple being too wrapped up in their own activities to notice him.
"Oh, right there!" Pete groaned.
"Shhhh! Quiet." Lucius hissed.
"Oh please, if anything, that knife of his would make it more fun." Pete laughed back, earning a giggle from Lucius as Izzy watched them like the noisy bitch he was.
As if planned out, the two finished with a shared, muffled moan followed by quiet panting, and Izzy could already see the mess on his floor in the dim lamplight.
He chose that cue to clear his throat.
They froze, immediately looking at him wide-eyed and a little red.
"Oops…" Pete muttered as Lucius's eyes raked over Izzy's body, who only just realized the state he was sleeping in, naked as the day he was born with every scar and tattoo visible... among other things...
"You're cleaning my floor in the morning," Izzy stated flatly, looking between the two who nodded.
"Of course, Israel." Lucius purred with a shit-eating grin.
"In the meantime… need some help with that?" he asked, nodding towards his now hard member.
Izzy smirked at that, looking between the two.
"If you insist." he teased before pulling them into bed with him.