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It's been a month since the last time. Twenty nine days, to be exact, since Izzy let his loneliness and desperation get the better of him. So, when this debrief ends, he won't linger like last time. He will leave and go home to his empty apartment.
He will leave.
He's only there to let him know how the business is performing since Bonnet is incompetent and never reads Izzy's weekly reports. Also Ed isn't speaking to Bonnet right now. So Izzy has had to go directly to Bonnet's house because the blonde haired twat won't come into the office, because he also isn't speaking to Ed right now. It's all completely normal.
Izzy refuses to acknowledge Bonnet's hushed, nasally voice and he tries to interrupt his report. "Israel, I think we need to talk-"
"We already are." He interrupts, while Bonnet places his iPad on the ornate glass table in front of him and takes a sip from his whiskey. Bonnet hates whiskey. It must be Ed's leftovers.
"Why aren't you returning my phone calls?" Even though he appears relaxed, Izzy can see how tense his body is, his muscles coiled as his fingers flex around the delicate crystal glass in his hand.
Izzy scoffs and grabs his briefcase, shuffling the papers that were disregarded on the table back into it and snapping the lock close. "We've already discussed this. I'm done."
"Don't lie to me," says Bonnet. He stands and takes a step towards Izzy. Izzy takes a step back and swings his briefcase in front of his body, acting like a shield.
His stomach knots as Bonnet steps closer still. Izzy refuses to.back away from a fight, but he's well out of his depth. He feels like he's vibrating as he struggles to find the strength to turn and leave. 'Walk away, Izzy.' The voice in his head whispers. It sounds suspiciously like Ed.
"I'm going," he says, straightening his shirt. "You can contact me during work hours. Please don't call me to your home again, it's unprofessional."
He finally turns on his heels, one hand tight around his briefcase and the other pulling his phone out to contact his driver to come and rescue him. As he starts to open the front door, freedom in his reach, with his thumb on the call button, Bonnet appears beside him. The taller man bullies Izzy out of the way with his shoulder and slams the door close. Izzy jolts and drops his phone, watching the screen turn black.
Bonnet looks frustrated. "I didn't know you were a coward, Izzy."
Oh.
Izzy hates that word.
He shoves Bonnet in the chest, the other man's eyes widen as he stumbles back into the closed door. Izzy is not a coward.
He's sick of it. He's been caught in the middle of this shit show for weeks now. He's trying desperately to keep this business afloat, a business he helped build, while his boss and his boyfriend decide a break-up is more important.
Izzy steps into Bonnet's space, "I'm not a coward! I've never been. I'm not the coward between the two of us." Izzy pushes Bonnet again, causing him to thud against the door again. His fists curling in Bonnet's expensive, fucking, salmon shirt.
Bonnet's eyes narrow with Izzy's words, and then he moves. Izzy's back hits the leather couch and Bonnet's thigh is between his legs. Izzy doesn't have any chance to stop himself from grinding against Bonnet's thigh.
He wants to scream and pull his hair and fight Bonnet. He hates how weak this makes him, because no matter what he feels for Bonnet, this is all he will ever be given. That soft shit is for Ed. It was never for Izzy.
"This can't-" he starts, his nails digging into the skin of Bonnet's forearms, hard enough to cause marks. "This can't happen again, Bonnet."
"It's Stede," his fingers dig hard on Izzy's hips as he keeps him pinned, his teeth sharp against Izzy's neck as he latches on and sucks. The stubble he's been growing drags against Izzy's skin, burning it, and Izzy feels his cock lurch at the sensation.
"No marks." He stutters out, shoving against him. Because he doesn't belong to Stede. He's not Stede's to claim.
Stede just growls and bites down, bruising his skin further. Izzy has never been more pissed off and turned on at the same time.
"Fuck off, you possessive twat! He's going to see."
"Good." Stede's mouth is back up near his ear, one of his hands closing around Izzy's throat to hold him still. "You're mine."
Izzy can't breathe, his lungs contracting in a heaving gasp that makes him dizzy for air. His cock throbs painfully in his pants and he rides Stede's leg shamelessly, needing to relieve the thick wave of lust that's drowning him.
He hooks an arm around Stede's neck and drags him down, eagerly meeting his mouth when Stede finally kisses him. He always knew he'd end up here. This is how it always goes.
Stede fumbles behind the couch and produces a small jar of lube. Izzy's face feels far too hot, sweat beading at his temples. Stede pulls away for a breath, tugging his clothes off.
Izzy's eyes narrow. "Eager, aren't you, Bonnet?" Stede bites Izzy's jaw, "For you? Always."
Izzy can't stop the pathetic moan that escapes his lips, he arches his back and grinds his cock down. A large smile stretches Stede's face as he watches Izzy writhe. He slides his hands under Izzy's shirt, pulling it off him in one smooth move, throwing the garment behind him.
"Just because I like getting fucked by you, doesn't mean I like you. I should go back to Ed, see if he-"
He doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Stede's eyes harden and his fingernails dig into Izzy's shoulders as he abruptly pulls back and yanks Izzy around. He throws him face down onto the lounge, Izzy's shirt bunching up and one of Stede's hands vice-like on his neck, holding him in place.
Stede's body presses down over him, heavy and grounding, and Izzy is trapped. "Don't-" Stede's lips brushing against Izzy's ear. "Don't say his name. You're pathetic, Israel." Stede's voice is harsh, and he rocks his hips against Izzy's arse.
"He doesn't want you."
"Shut up," Izzy snarls, shoving back against Stede, bucking under his weight. "He doesn't want you either." Stede's laugh is harsh as he rocks forward, sucking a mark behind Izzy's ear. "No, he doesn't. So where does that leave us, dear?"
The truth of it feels like someone's stabbed him in the gut, Izzy and Stede ruined Ed. And in the ruins the two of them found each other.
Izzy lashes out, jamming his elbow Stede's ribs. "Don't-" he snarls, his eyes burning. "Don't call me that."
Izzy feels Stede's fingernails scratch against his skin as Stede starts pulling at his pants, tugging them off his body. He presses a gentle kiss to Izzy's ankle, "My dear." And then he bites down, digging his teeth into the sensitive skin.
"Fuck!" Izzy reaches back and slaps Stede's thigh, "Fuck you, Stede." Stede pinches Izzy's arse, a smile in his voice as he says, "Maybe next time, sweetheart."
Izzy shivers as he feels two of Stede's fingers probing, slick with lube as he presses them inside. Izzy muffles his sigh of relief in the couch cushions, his mouth open and smearing spit against the expensive fabric.
Stede's fingers spread him open, and Izzy hates how perfect the thickness of his fingers feel and how his own body goes lax. How Stede's moans make his cock jump and how he feels like he will never be able to scrub this man from his bones.
He never meant for this to happen. Izzy knows this is going to blow up in both of their faces spectacularly. They should leave each other alone. Izzy could have sent someone else tonight, this isn't even his job. But he knows he won't walk away, Stede would find him.
"Is this what you wanted?" says Stede. He sounds wrecked. "Is this enough?" Stede hooks his fingers and drags. Izzy squeaks, biting down on the cushion and arches his back.
It's never enough.
Stede fists a hand in his hair and pulls Izzy's head back, his breath hot against his ear, "I said, is this enough?"
Izzy can't stop the whine that escapes his throat, his eyes rolling back. "Yes. Fuck me, Stede. Please." Stede licks the sweat off the back of Izzy's neck, nuzzling him, before he says, "Yes, dear."
Stede's fingers slide out only to be quickly replaced by the blunt pressure of his, rather ridiculously sized, cock pushing in.
It steals Izzy's breath, and has his nails tearing the cushion. His mouth opens in a wordless cry as Stede presses forward until his hips are flush against Izzy's arse.
"Izzy." Stede's breath is warm against his ear, voice shaky when he speaks. "Oh, darling, you're so tight." Izzy hates it, the compliments and pet names, hates the way it makes him flush, the way it makes his cock ache.
Izzy lets out an unsteady breath, ready to tell Stede to just fucking move, but Stede pulls back, nearly slipping free, before slamming his hips forward.
Izzy gasps, his head swimming as Stede let's go. The room is quickly filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin, of rough breathing and harsh curses.
"Imagine if Ed could see you now." Stede's word and punctuated with a grinding thrust, his thick cock rubbing Izzy's insides perfectly. "Desperate for me." Izzy's moans, his hips bucking and he doesn't know if it's to push Stede away or pull him closer.
"Fuck, I hate you," Izzy gasps, and he fumbles for one of Stede's hands, dragging it from Izzy's hip to his trapped cock. Stede laughs, "Liar." His damp hand wraps around Izzy's cock, giving him a few harsh tugs.
Izzy whines and pushes back into Stede's thrusts and forward into his hand, pleasure making his vision fade with need.
"Can I come in you?" Stede latches onto the back of his neck, sucking another mark. "Darling," he slides his lips down, biting and sucking Izzy's sweat slick skin, "Let me come in you." Stede kisses his jaw, his hand still jerking Izzy off harshly, "Say yes."
Izzy clenches his eyes shut, and turns his face away. "Yes," he says.
"You feel so good, Izzy, you're so perfect," Stede whispers into his ear, his body blanketing him. Stede's fingers tighten around Izzy's throbbing cock, as he coaxes him towards an orgasm.
"Please." The word is muffled, but Stede, of course heard, and makes a satisfied sound. "My perfect, good boy. I've got you."
Stede's thumb brushes over the tip of Izzy's cock, and Izzy sobs. He cums in a hot rush, spilling over Stede's fist and staining the couch beneath him. He clenches tightly around Stede, his hips spasming.
Stede gives one more hard thrust and then, with a high pitched moan, he's coming too. Filling Izzy, owning him.
Stede hums contently as kisses Izzy's neck, and his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his lips. Izzy just turns his head into the contact, his body too weak to fight.
Eventually, Stede goes soft enough to slip out of him with a groan. Izzy goes to sit up, but a sticky hand between his shoulder blades stops him.
"What-"
Izzy turns his head to watch as Stede spreads his cheeks, watching his cum leak out. Izzy can feel the blush heating his ears. Stede's proud, enraptured expression has him stunned silent.
Stede scoops up some of the mess with his fingers before bringing them up to his lips, sucking them.
"Christ, Stede," stutters Izzy, his eyes fluttering close. "You're a fucking lunatic."
Stede grins down at him, his hand petting over the bruises that Izzy knows mar his neck. "So I've been told."
"Come on dear, time for a drink."
Stede stands up, his hands on his hips. His pink nipples erect, cock half hard and shining. He looks beautiful, Izzy thinks.
"Do you need assistance?" Stede smirks at him, slapping his flank gently. "Up you get, there's a good man."
Izzy swings himself into a seated position, his back twinging. "I need to go." He ignores the flicker of hurt on Stede's face.
"Oh, well I suppose, if you must," Stede says, wringing his hands, "you're a busy man after all. More important things, and all that." Stede walks back to the glass of whiskey he abandoned earlier, gulping it down in one mouthful. His lips pursing with distaste as he tries to hide a cough in his bare shoulder. Stede's eyes immediately watering in an attempt to hide his discomfort.
Izzy's lips quirk up, "I am a bit thirsty, actually. May have a drink before I go." Stede claps his hands together, the gesture making his tits jiggle. "Oh, splendid! Let me get another glass."
Izzy scoffs and shakes his head, "I'm not drinking that drivel," he stands up and stretches his back, well aware of Stede's eyes following his every movement. "You got any beer?"
"Oh," Stede's exhales softly, "yes." He sways forward and kisses Izzy's cheek, just below his tattoo. "If I recall you're rather partial to a pale ale." Stede turns and starts to walk to the kitchen, his long legs and tight arse forcing Izzy to follow.