Point of View; Pirates of Dark Water (Tula/Ioz/Ren)
Title: Point of View
Author: Eike yhibiki
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,616
Summary: Different perspectives; they act differently when it's only two of them.
Prompt: Pirates of Dark Water, Tula/Ioz/Ren: voyeurism - 'Pirates don't really share... but there are some exceptions.'
(Note: Sorry this is late! :X I meant to post it when it was still the 4th somewhere in the world, but my internet refused to work.)
Every night that Ren has first watch, he sees Tula and Ioz bickering inside the galley. His telescope should be aimed towards the horizons, to look out for the Maelstrom or some other looming menace (patches of dark water have grown, multiplied, and the ocean looks near as dark at night), yet instead he finds it pointing down, towards one of the three windows visible from the crows nest.
He has worked out the usual pattern -- Ioz will say something chauvinistic ("A woman's job is in the kitchen," is one Ren often imagines), and then Tula will reply with a remark about Ioz's intelligence, or cleanliness ("I know you don't know how to make soap work," Ren thinks she might say). This escalates (Ren has noticed his own failing vocabulary, because try as he might he can't find words that fit anymore) until Tula (always Tula first) tries to slap Ioz, and he grabs her small hand to pull her in for a kiss. If she had struggled, at any time, Ren would have climbed down as quickly as possible to pull them apart -- but not once has she met Ioz's lips with anything but enthusiasm.
At this point, Ren shifts his telescope away, pretending to watch the seas and guard over his crew, but the telescope is unsteady in his hands. He can hear their voices (Ren has patched this together from his memory, all the grunts and cries he's heard from them over the past few months warped to fit a different kind of excitement), and his grip falters completely. Their bodies have long since moved past his limited line of vision; they must be on the floor now, or maybe Tula is lying on the table with Ioz leaning over her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into her frantically -- never gentle, Ren can't envision it like that at all. Tula and Ioz are all anger and energy and wildness, the kind that Ren has never experienced before. It's strange to realize that this is something he desires, and overpowers him enough to risk the safety of his crew and the quest for even just a moment.
Ioz has taken to making his trips to the brothel shorter than they used to be. It's not that the women are any less attractive -- actually, yes they are; his regulars are showing their years and he only refrains from mentioning because his own skin is starting to wear. In that case, it's not that the women are any less skillful -- well, they know what he likes, but a lot of them have lost their enthusiasm for the job and he's got to admit that the older ones are getting a bit loose, which he also doesn't mention because that would open comments about his staying power. So, it's not that he can't afford the women anymore -- even if this quest he's on isn't paying as much as his previous journeys; hell, even being on Bloth's crew gave him a bigger cut.
While it could be all of those points, it's not a single one of them. The reason Ioz makes his way back to the ship sooner rather than later nowadays, is because if he sneaks back into his cabin on the Wraith, he can shift one of the boards on the wall to the side and get a show a lot better than anything he has ever paid for -- okay, this is also a lie, because back when he had first set out to sea, he had paid the entirety of his first pay cut to a young dancer on Tayhoj, a girl who knew how to make the sashes twist and turn in a way that left Ioz with a dry mouth weak in the knees for days. He'd had to hide out in the privy far too often, to the point where the rest of the crew teased him about it and his "youthful spirit." In any case, while he still likes that memory and uses it for masturbation material every now and then, he prefers this live show more.
Ioz thinks he should be locked up, maybe, because what Tula and Ren do has nothing to do with fucking and a lot more to do with the emotional aspect. This is private stuff, he gets turned on so bad by the fact that they don't know he's watching as Ren kisses down Tula's throat all the way down to her -- shit, saying "pussy" now sounds a bit crude, but Ioz hasn't been considerate of any woman, ever, and he's not starting now. So, Ren kisses down to her pussy, and she's moaning like she actually means it, not at all like the fake sounds the street-whores put out. Ren actually puts his mouth there and sucks, making Tula arch and mouth Ren's name. Ioz is kind of smug about the fact that he can see Tula's expression and Ren can't, because Ren's vantage point is absolute crap. From where he is, Ioz gets all the nuances of her closed eyes, the arm she covers her mouth with to keep from yelling out, the flex of her hands against the sheets.
Ioz gets harder for them than when somebody else is actually touching him, and that's messed up. Still, he manages to time his strokes so that by the time Tula finally gets around to sliding her legs around Ren's cock, Ioz is just about finishing up. He doesn't even bother cleaning himself up that much for when he goes out and pretends to walk back on board -- they all know he went to a brothel anyway, and it's more natural this way.
Tula likes going to sleep early. She's not tired, far from it -- but if Ren and Ioz think she's asleep, they sometimes do a lot more interesting things than when they know she's awake. She heads back to her own cabin, lies down on the bed, and listens.
Oh, they try to be quiet, but boys will be boys, and the planks on the Wraith are made from a sturdy wood that is very far from sound-proof. Ioz can't keep his mouth shut anyway; it's thanks to him that she has such a vivid picture of what goes on when she's not there.
"Yeah, that's good, Ren. Crap, where'd you learn to suck cock like that? Y-you sure you're not..."
Her hand is inside her pants, and she uses her fingers to rub in circles, just a slow, steady pace as she listens.
"No, don't stop!"
"Then shut up, Ioz, you'll wake Tula!" Ren's voice is somewhat hushed, but he's trying to convey his anger so it rises higher than he probably intends it to.
"Fine, fine, I-- yeah, it's in the cabinet, there, and---"
She wishes her power extended more than just as far as she can touch, that it could be her eyes in a different location altogether. There are no plants in the other room, so she is limited to just the noises they make. The thud of their bodies falling to the ground, the rattle of the trinkets on the tables falling over.
"Shit why are our beds so small, the wench gets that big one--"
"Ioz, be quiet already!"
If her eyes weren't already closed, she'd roll her eyes. The two of them are ruining the mood a bit, but it's just like men to be able to keep things going despite it all. It might be a failing of hers, though, to not be able to keep the visuals going through her head. If they stopped for a second, both of their pants around their ankles -- no, Ioz would keep his pants on but open, and then it's Ren with his pants off, and the soft slap-slap of skin on skin, until --
"Ah, Kunda! Ren, I think you'd make a good fortune turning tricks."
"Noy jitat, Ioz, I think I know why you're always fighting with Tula," Ren hisses. It brings a smile to her lips, but now her rhythm is off. She sighs and decides to give up for the night. Maybe next time she'll coax something to grow between their rooms, so she's not left in the dark as much.
And sometimes, nobody has to pretend they don't know that somebody is watching them, because all three of them are tumbling on Tula's larger bed. They've worked it out somehow so that no elbows jut in the wrong place and no knees bump into sensitive areas without direct provocation or purpose (so that Tula's, "oops, sorry, didn't notice that," no longer counts as an excuse). She's smaller than both of them, and commands the show more often than not; Ioz will leave bruises all over their bodies, strangely possessive of them; Ren slows their pace down just enough so that before they know it half the night has passed.
"Do that thing," Tula demands, "the one that can make Ren a rich whore."
"Only if you actually put your mouth to good use for once," Ioz counters. "Besides, I wouldn't actually let Ren out on those streets, he's too good for the filth there. They'd never appreciate him."
Ren sighs and kisses them both to shut them up, while thinking that this should probably not feel as natural as it does. Tula giggles into his mouth and Ioz is already reaching for the oil in the drawer, and Ren decides that, while he might never have even considered sharing a bed with two others before, he's glad things ended like this.
Author: Eike yhibiki
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,616
Summary: Different perspectives; they act differently when it's only two of them.
Prompt: Pirates of Dark Water, Tula/Ioz/Ren: voyeurism - 'Pirates don't really share... but there are some exceptions.'
(Note: Sorry this is late! :X I meant to post it when it was still the 4th somewhere in the world, but my internet refused to work.)
Every night that Ren has first watch, he sees Tula and Ioz bickering inside the galley. His telescope should be aimed towards the horizons, to look out for the Maelstrom or some other looming menace (patches of dark water have grown, multiplied, and the ocean looks near as dark at night), yet instead he finds it pointing down, towards one of the three windows visible from the crows nest.
He has worked out the usual pattern -- Ioz will say something chauvinistic ("A woman's job is in the kitchen," is one Ren often imagines), and then Tula will reply with a remark about Ioz's intelligence, or cleanliness ("I know you don't know how to make soap work," Ren thinks she might say). This escalates (Ren has noticed his own failing vocabulary, because try as he might he can't find words that fit anymore) until Tula (always Tula first) tries to slap Ioz, and he grabs her small hand to pull her in for a kiss. If she had struggled, at any time, Ren would have climbed down as quickly as possible to pull them apart -- but not once has she met Ioz's lips with anything but enthusiasm.
At this point, Ren shifts his telescope away, pretending to watch the seas and guard over his crew, but the telescope is unsteady in his hands. He can hear their voices (Ren has patched this together from his memory, all the grunts and cries he's heard from them over the past few months warped to fit a different kind of excitement), and his grip falters completely. Their bodies have long since moved past his limited line of vision; they must be on the floor now, or maybe Tula is lying on the table with Ioz leaning over her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into her frantically -- never gentle, Ren can't envision it like that at all. Tula and Ioz are all anger and energy and wildness, the kind that Ren has never experienced before. It's strange to realize that this is something he desires, and overpowers him enough to risk the safety of his crew and the quest for even just a moment.
Ioz has taken to making his trips to the brothel shorter than they used to be. It's not that the women are any less attractive -- actually, yes they are; his regulars are showing their years and he only refrains from mentioning because his own skin is starting to wear. In that case, it's not that the women are any less skillful -- well, they know what he likes, but a lot of them have lost their enthusiasm for the job and he's got to admit that the older ones are getting a bit loose, which he also doesn't mention because that would open comments about his staying power. So, it's not that he can't afford the women anymore -- even if this quest he's on isn't paying as much as his previous journeys; hell, even being on Bloth's crew gave him a bigger cut.
While it could be all of those points, it's not a single one of them. The reason Ioz makes his way back to the ship sooner rather than later nowadays, is because if he sneaks back into his cabin on the Wraith, he can shift one of the boards on the wall to the side and get a show a lot better than anything he has ever paid for -- okay, this is also a lie, because back when he had first set out to sea, he had paid the entirety of his first pay cut to a young dancer on Tayhoj, a girl who knew how to make the sashes twist and turn in a way that left Ioz with a dry mouth weak in the knees for days. He'd had to hide out in the privy far too often, to the point where the rest of the crew teased him about it and his "youthful spirit." In any case, while he still likes that memory and uses it for masturbation material every now and then, he prefers this live show more.
Ioz thinks he should be locked up, maybe, because what Tula and Ren do has nothing to do with fucking and a lot more to do with the emotional aspect. This is private stuff, he gets turned on so bad by the fact that they don't know he's watching as Ren kisses down Tula's throat all the way down to her -- shit, saying "pussy" now sounds a bit crude, but Ioz hasn't been considerate of any woman, ever, and he's not starting now. So, Ren kisses down to her pussy, and she's moaning like she actually means it, not at all like the fake sounds the street-whores put out. Ren actually puts his mouth there and sucks, making Tula arch and mouth Ren's name. Ioz is kind of smug about the fact that he can see Tula's expression and Ren can't, because Ren's vantage point is absolute crap. From where he is, Ioz gets all the nuances of her closed eyes, the arm she covers her mouth with to keep from yelling out, the flex of her hands against the sheets.
Ioz gets harder for them than when somebody else is actually touching him, and that's messed up. Still, he manages to time his strokes so that by the time Tula finally gets around to sliding her legs around Ren's cock, Ioz is just about finishing up. He doesn't even bother cleaning himself up that much for when he goes out and pretends to walk back on board -- they all know he went to a brothel anyway, and it's more natural this way.
Tula likes going to sleep early. She's not tired, far from it -- but if Ren and Ioz think she's asleep, they sometimes do a lot more interesting things than when they know she's awake. She heads back to her own cabin, lies down on the bed, and listens.
Oh, they try to be quiet, but boys will be boys, and the planks on the Wraith are made from a sturdy wood that is very far from sound-proof. Ioz can't keep his mouth shut anyway; it's thanks to him that she has such a vivid picture of what goes on when she's not there.
"Yeah, that's good, Ren. Crap, where'd you learn to suck cock like that? Y-you sure you're not..."
Her hand is inside her pants, and she uses her fingers to rub in circles, just a slow, steady pace as she listens.
"No, don't stop!"
"Then shut up, Ioz, you'll wake Tula!" Ren's voice is somewhat hushed, but he's trying to convey his anger so it rises higher than he probably intends it to.
"Fine, fine, I-- yeah, it's in the cabinet, there, and---"
She wishes her power extended more than just as far as she can touch, that it could be her eyes in a different location altogether. There are no plants in the other room, so she is limited to just the noises they make. The thud of their bodies falling to the ground, the rattle of the trinkets on the tables falling over.
"Shit why are our beds so small, the wench gets that big one--"
"Ioz, be quiet already!"
If her eyes weren't already closed, she'd roll her eyes. The two of them are ruining the mood a bit, but it's just like men to be able to keep things going despite it all. It might be a failing of hers, though, to not be able to keep the visuals going through her head. If they stopped for a second, both of their pants around their ankles -- no, Ioz would keep his pants on but open, and then it's Ren with his pants off, and the soft slap-slap of skin on skin, until --
"Ah, Kunda! Ren, I think you'd make a good fortune turning tricks."
"Noy jitat, Ioz, I think I know why you're always fighting with Tula," Ren hisses. It brings a smile to her lips, but now her rhythm is off. She sighs and decides to give up for the night. Maybe next time she'll coax something to grow between their rooms, so she's not left in the dark as much.
And sometimes, nobody has to pretend they don't know that somebody is watching them, because all three of them are tumbling on Tula's larger bed. They've worked it out somehow so that no elbows jut in the wrong place and no knees bump into sensitive areas without direct provocation or purpose (so that Tula's, "oops, sorry, didn't notice that," no longer counts as an excuse). She's smaller than both of them, and commands the show more often than not; Ioz will leave bruises all over their bodies, strangely possessive of them; Ren slows their pace down just enough so that before they know it half the night has passed.
"Do that thing," Tula demands, "the one that can make Ren a rich whore."
"Only if you actually put your mouth to good use for once," Ioz counters. "Besides, I wouldn't actually let Ren out on those streets, he's too good for the filth there. They'd never appreciate him."
Ren sighs and kisses them both to shut them up, while thinking that this should probably not feel as natural as it does. Tula giggles into his mouth and Ioz is already reaching for the oil in the drawer, and Ren decides that, while he might never have even considered sharing a bed with two others before, he's glad things ended like this.