Scribbles and Drabbles

Black Dot Drabble 1 - Owing up to Debts

Written:2019

The chase had been fun. A long one and all chases had to come to an end someday. This one ended with a sink sunk and one Commander Dale lost to the ocean. Edward's crew had celebrated the lost of the fastest Navy ship in the ocean. Edward had only mourned the lost of a worthy rival. Only not so lost as it turned out. There had been a few rumours. He was alive. Stuck off from the navy due to losing his ship, but alive.

Still Edward wasn't quite expecting to bump into him in Port Dnvid of all places.

He was half drunk, stumbling to the side of the dock to take care of some business when he first spotted his old foe, looking out at the ocean. Frowning, he stumbled over and leant on the railing next to him.

"Good to see an old friend," Edward said in way of greeting as Dale looked at him with a shocked expression.

"We are that, aren't we," Dale offered wryly. "Bastard."

Edward snorted and wrapped an arm around Dale's shoulders to pull him close. "Harsh word, my love. Harsh words," he countered, shaking the man as he leant on him heavily. Even as Dale tried to pull him off Edward gripped tighter and bumped their foreheads together. Needing to feel Dale was real as it looked and truly there.

"Not your love," Dale complained exasperated, but his hands seemed to gripping to Edward's skin back as much as he was also trying to pull him off.

"Close to it. After the sea and rum," Edward beamed, cupping Dale's face and stealing a kiss on the cheek.

"Get off, you drunk" Dale complained but Edward could hear the laugh in his voice.

"Caught you now, my sweet, " Edward purred, pressing more against Dale so the man could feel his hardon through the rags they claimed as clothes. Seeing Dale's face turn red was well worth the action. He leant close to the now stuttering man. "And I rather get you off."

"Edward..."

"That would be Captain Edward to you, my boy," Edward purred, cupping Dale's face before kissing him passionately. He could feel Dale fighting in it. The struggle of the navy side of him, clashing with the desire that had always sparked between them. The thing that stopped Dale ever truly being able to put shackles on Edward despite all his protests. Eventually Dale gave in and kissed back with all the passion and fire the repressed man could give in that moment.

"I'll curse you," Dale warned weakly, despite clinging to Edwards shoulders by now.

"Will you now?" Edward drawled, tilting his head. "Just how you planning on doing that?" He asked while letting his hands travel now and begin to grope Dale's shapely arse.

"Because of this," Dale said quietly, lifting up his hand. Sitting on his palm was a black spot. A sizeable circle dot was near impossible to miss. Edward froze looking at it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

"So that was how you survived, eh? Made a deal with the devil of the seas," Edward drawled pulling away. This certainly made things more complicated. One drop of blood into the waves and the Devil would be summoned to their location. "I wager you tried to escape it too?"

" A wager was stuck though not one I had any right in," Dale said bitterly.

"Do tell?" Edward asked dryly.

"He tried to make a deal with me. I refused. May have name dropped your name. Something about learning from the best not to trust pirate deals. He laughed and gave me this. Reckoned I wasn't sensible enough to stay away from the sea for too long but you had a debt to pay yourself."

"Interesting challenge," Edward murmured, lifting the had and kissing the spot almost in respect. "We both know I won fair and square. Not that means much to men of the sea," he mused looking at the spot like it could talk itself. "A shame my love. I'm sorry you were roped into this old conflict. I'm not sorry you're doomed to be by my side for all eternity," he purred before kissing Dale again. Hard, fast and with teeth, tasting of booze and so very warm. His hand still held Dale's tight.

Dale let him, slightly too stunned by the words to know how to react. Edward didn't seem too concerned with what the implication was. Service aboard the Dutchman.

Pulling away, Edward met Dale's eyes and smiled fondly. The soft look almost out of place on the cocky man. He leant forwards and pressed a kiss to Dale's nose. "Don't worry Poppet," he reassured.

"Bit hard not to," Dale said dryly.

Edward pulled him away from the sea and towards the town. "Tomorrow we meet with the devil, but for tonight, we dance." Edward declared, grabbing Dale's other hand and swirling him around easily before holding him close. "Maybe it's time to settle old debts," he murmured into Dale's ear, the scent of rum stronger than ever.

"Doesn't sound like you at all," Dale snorted, but followed Edwards steps. There didn't seem much point in fighting him. There never really was. He just did whatever he wanted anyway.

Edward laughed.

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