What We've Become (The Forever Pirates) #2

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A/N: Sort've Mature, I guess. It's not super explicit in this chapter. But orgy warning...I guess, lol

Seonghwa

After we passed the storm, it calmed down some time. It was easier for people to relax, but the high tension was still affecting the crew.

I stayed out on deck often to observe the crew, seeing the small slights made, or adittude shown, or the passive aggressiveness.

They needed to release some stress.

I stood up, walking up to where Yeosang stood, and I kissed him. "Seonghwa-" Jongho said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Go to the cabin." I said sweetly to Yeosang, brushing his hair back before looking to Jongho. "You too." He shivered slightly, slight confusion on his features, but he grabbed Sang's hand, leading him to the cabin.

My eyes met Yunho's, and he nodded, going to grab Mingi. I planned to help them relieve all of their stress together.

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MATURE:

I got them all started, slipping my way in, getting things heated before moving onto the next person. Mingi, and then Yeosang, and than Wooyoung and on and on and on.

I started it until they turned to each other to continue. And it wasn't hard, because this wasn't abnormal for them. They fell into a comfortable setting, releasing stress in the best way they knew how.

Tongues in each other's mouths, hands exploring each other's bodies, being bent over and fucked or any other position they found themselves in. And there were a lot.

And as I watched it, I sat down on a table in the corner of the cabin, lighting a cigar for myself as I watched them moan and unwind.

All six of them were too occupied to notice me off to the side, and when one did, I swooped in and joined for minutes at time. Getting one of them to cum before going back to my spot.

What even was this?

A distraction from the apology that they all so greatly deserved.

Or was this the apology?

To have them let off steam with each other, not even really being an active participant in the act, because I was the one who was so distracted. I did this for them. I tried to do it all for them but it kept coming right back around to me.

Was this what Hongjoong felt during this journey? Did he feel like I did now? Did he even care like I was debating myself now? Do I care?

I watched the vulgar scene in front of me. Watched as Wooyoung stayed the main bottom through the whole ordeal. Mingi and Yeosang joining him often and even Yunho occasionally. It was a mess, one I'd no doubt clean up.

I started this.

And I hardly cared.

We were so close to the siren caves, so fucking close I could feel it, the familiar energy radiating in my veins. The magic called to me. Like called to like and those waters was my maker.

It created this. Me. Whatever this...I was.

I knew how to get in, but I didn't know what to do after I did. What would I do once face to face with Hongjoong after eight years? I was supposed to love him, and whatever I felt for him, overpowered what I felt for everything else.

And again, I must ask....is this how he felt?

Did his need to see what the sirens would show him overpower everything?

My stomach churned as I slowly came closer and closer to the realization that in my attempt to kill Hongjoong, I was starting to understand him in a way I never wanted to. I was becoming like Hongjoong.

Everyone I loved, in front of me, panting and grunting and whimpering, not a single one of them knew just how bad I had gotten. I was masking it quite well, but my vengeance would not allow me peace.

It was a storm brewing inside me.

Who had I become?

Whatever it may be?

It was the devil's work.

Or maybe just Hongjoong's.

What was the difference at this point in time anyway?

Like dominoes, they all finished, shaking violently as they had been through enough intimacy to last them a month. Only that long could they possible fast from it all.

Sprawled on my bed, not nearly enough to even fit three people, let alone double that, they laid on top of each other, a tangle of limbs in filthy ecstasy.

I finished my cigar, putting it out against my knee. It seared my skin, hitting and overwhelming my senses for a moment.

We'd be to the siren caves within weeks.

And I was not ready.