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You have a family now. They love you.
"You know, Izzy," Ed mutters, shoveling dirt away from Izzy, "you were always the lousiest fucking liar."
It's the middle of the night, because it needs to be, and it's the full moon for the same reason. It's been a while for poor Izzy already, who is looking quite rough after few weeks in the soil, but that's going to be fixed in a moment. And after that's fixed, Ed can start the real work.
He has a potion from a witch, dearly paid for, but it needs one more ingredient to work, and it needs to be fresh. Ed pulls the cork off the small bottle, taking his knife out. He brings his free hand over the bottle, holding out one finger as he takes the blade of the knife beneath it, gritting his teeth together as he cuts into the tip, through the skin.
"You better appreciate this, Iz," he says, watching blood drip from his fingertip and down into the bottle. The potion was see-through before; it remains that way even as the blood goes in, revealing its magical nature. "I don't bleed for just anybody. Usually, I try my hardest not to bleed, so this really is a special occasion."
Only a little bit should be enough, but Ed lets his finger bleed for a while before pulling it away, wrapping it in a quick makeshift bandage. After that, he wipes the blade of the knife on the mouth of the bottle, getting the blood on the blade into the potion too. Every little bit counts. Once he's done with that, he puts the knife away and turns back to Izzy, reaching out for his face as he picks up the potion.
"Open up," he says, grasping Izzy's jaw, pulling it gently open. "Here comes the potion. Cost a fortune, by the way, and I mean that in more ways than one."
Izzy is still more or less together, so the potion disappears into him; Ed wonders what would have happened if Izzy was a skeleton already, whether it would have been necessary to pour the potion all over his body, or would it have been enough to wet his grave with it. Either way, the potion starts to do its work fast, growing back what has been lost, pulling together what has fallen apart, turning what has gone loose taut again. Even the stench of death, which is unbearable, fades away to something almost fresh. But only almost. The potion will restore Izzy's body to a shape he can live in again, but it won't bring his soul back to him; that last part is up to Ed.
"I guess I'm making your biggest dream come true." Ed reaches down, picking Izzy up into his arms. "I'll make it gentle, I promise."
He carries Izzy to the side of the grave, laying him gently down into the sand. Izzy is still in his leathers, like he's meant to be, like he will be again, but for now Ed pulls his one remaining boot off, after which he unfastens the laces on Izzy's breeches and pulls them off, revealing Izzy's lower body. Izzy feels cold to the touch, but his flesh is soft and yielding for now; he will have to be quick lest it turn stiff again. Ed caresses Izzy, strokes his hips and thighs and his tiny gut, staring down at his peaceful face.
"You will be so pissed with me," he whispers. "Sorry, I'm just not good at listening to you. I'm never planning to start listening to you, either."
With a sigh, he takes his hands to his own breeches.
It's a sickening thing, what he's about to do; Stede won't take him back after he finds out what he's done, and maybe it will be too much for Izzy also, and Ed will have to watch both of them walk out of his life. The mere idea tightens his throat and turns his eyes damp, but he is determined, pushing his breeches down. He takes himself into his hand and starts to stroke himself to hardness, glaring at Izzy's soft, resting cock. He wonders if Izzy got a little stiffie when he died; he knows corpses can do that. Maybe he will wake up with one.
Ed will try to make it good enough for that.
He slicks himself with his own saliva before lifting Izzy's legs up on his shoulders - well, the shorter one as well as he can - before guiding the head of his cock to Izzy's hole. It occurs to him that he should probably try to prepare Izzy somehow, but at the same time Izzy is in full state of relaxation right now; it should be easy. So he presses against Izzy, biting his lip as he squishes the head of his cock into Izzy's hole, holding onto Izzy's hip with his other hand to steady him as he thrusts. His cock slides into Izzy, who is cool and smooth from the inside. Bringing his now freed hand up to Izzy's face, Ed strokes locks of hair away from his forehead, staring at Izzy's closed eyes.
"Come on," he whispers. "Come back to me."
He starts to thrust, trying his best to be gentle. At first, nothing seems to happen; he's just fucking a goddamn corpse, and Izzy remains lifeless in his arms. But after a while, Ed's breath hitches when Izzy's eyelids start to twitch, when his brows start to furrow.
"Come on, Iz!" He rocks his hips against Izzy's hands, his heart beating faster as he feels Izzy grow warmer around him, as Izzy's lips fall apart, the tip of his tongue squeezing out to touch his top lip. "Come on, wake up! Come back to me, please come back!"
Your life essence will seal it, the witch had told him, so Ed keeps going, thrusting hard into Izzy now, who grows ever warmer around him, his cock starting to stir against Ed's stomach. Ed cups Izzy's face with both hands, staring at him as he fucks him, as Izzy frowns and grunts, as he grinds his teeth together.
"Come back to me, Izzy," Ed chants, "come back, come back-"
Izzy gasps, sharp and loud. Ed's cock jerks inside him, his balls starting to draw up, his hands clenching tighter around Izzy's head, his face dipping downward towards Izzy's.
"Be mine again!" he shouts in Izzy's face, his thrusts erratic now. And just as he starts to come, Izzy's eyes snap open.
They stare at each other, both of their eyes wide, both of their mouths open, Ed's spend pouring into Izzy as he buries himself deep inside him. Izzy gasps again, his body arching beneath Ed's weight as he lifts his arms around Ed's neck, curling them tight around him as he presses his face against Ed's shoulder. His cock twitches against Ed's stomach, once, twice, and with that it's over.
"Yes," Izzy whispers. "Always, Ed."
Izzy pulls Ed against himself, his heart beating fast against Ed's chest. Ed laughs, in disbelief and relief and joy all, and returns Izzy's embrace.