So, Hello everyone and welcome to my first Descendants story, I'm glad you enjoyed the first chapter and hope you continue to enjoy it in future chapters!

Love Is A Song That Never Ends

It's so peculiar

We'll wait and see

A few days more

There may be something there that wasn't there before

Harry doesn't scare him.

He's sure that he should be scared, especially since Harry was as crazy as his mother.

But, he's not.

Maybe it's because Harry is the first person who wanted him, on that old pirate ship years ago.

Or maybe, it's because he knew what to expect from crazy.

Carlos isn't sure what to think about that.

~.~

"Sup."

Jay's smile is as charming as ever, but there is something far from wicked, but equally dangerous in his eyes as they linger on the black eye.

"Hey," Carlos said as he let the older boy in.

His mother was on one of her Spa days.

Jay always came when she wasn't home.

They head to the kitchen, where Jay started producing food from seemingly out of thin air, food that according to Jay even his Dad wouldn't sell.

Carlos doesn't quite believe him.

"Saw you talking to Hook yesterday."

Carlos stopped nibbling on some moldy bread, Jay was sitting across from him at the table, he didn't look upset, but he didn't look happy either.

"He trying anything? Cause Mal will have fit."

While that was certainly true, Carlos felt there was something else to it, something else that Jay wasn't telling.

"He didn't" Carlos shook his head, "honestly I think he was just bored."

"...Bored?"

Carlos nodded and went back to nibbling on his bread, watched as Jay's expression twisted.

~.~

"Pretty." Six-year-old Carlos thought.

The boy was older with long hair that Carlos wanted to touch and feel. Eyes gleaming in the low light promised fun and mischief with a hint of something that had Carlos gripping his empty pockets.

Jafar's son.

The boy doesn't notice him at first, eyes on the adult who were discussing some kind of business (it was more bickering than actual business, and had Carlos wanting to laugh, but knew better, knew how quick a mood could change). Then to the corner where Mal, who even Carlos knew about, was; the boy smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, but it wasn't bad either.

Carlos wasn't sure what to call it.

Mal made a face at the boy.

The boy isn't bothered by it.

Then those fun, and mischief with a hint of something eyes looked at him.

Carlos looked away, tensing when he heard footsteps, they were light, almost unnoticed.

Carlos noticed a lot.

"Hi."

The voice had a slight crack in it.

Peeking up, Carlos gave a soft hi back.

"You're Cruella's kid?"

Carlos nodded.

"I'm Jay."

There is silence, an expecting silence that Carlos didn't know how to answer because this boy was not his mother.

"His boots look kind of big."

Said boots suddenly bounce, then something is shoved in Carlos's vision.

It's a metal…thing, twisted into something that looked vaguely like the flowers he saw in the few books he had in his room.

"Take it." Is told to him when he managed to left his head to look up at the other.

Slowly, and cautiously, well aware of Mal watching them, he took it.

Jay seemed pleased by it.

"Jay, come over here!" Jafar's voice is loud, making Carlos flinch.

"Later."

Carlos watched him go, then he looked down, his fingers trace the rough and slightly sharp edges. Slowly, and with something like care, he put it in his pocket.

Later, when he's home, in his room; head throbbing from when his mother had pulled his hair. He'll hold the metal flower in his hand and feel warm.

(He brought it with him to Auradon, Jay happened to stumble upon it in the room they shared. The older boy's cheeks went red and refused to tell why.)

~.~

"Caught me again little Jay."

"Don't call me that." Jay huffed.

Giggling, Harry leaned back against the wall, eyes as always on him, Jay's eyes flickered about the boy, wondering where his stolen goods were this time. Suddenly his shirt is grabbed and he's pulled. His hand goes to the small knife he kept on him, he doesn't use, but it didn't mean he didn't know how.

They're close, chest to chest, and Harry's looking at him.

"What are you up to now?" Jay heard himself saying, heart doing something weird in his chest.

Eyes of blues and grays linger on his lips before they look up at him, there is a soft hum as Harry moved just a inch closer.

Their lips almost touching.

Jay is sure he wanted them too.

He blinked, and he's alone.

~.~

Carlos is not sure when, or how, but somewhere along the way. Mal, Evie, and Jay decided to keep him, make him theirs.

It's not a bad thing.

He has protection from everyone save a few, mainly his mother.

He's also learned what it meant to be touched with something other than the intent to hurt.

Mel liked to press close, glaring at anyone who looked his way.

When it's just the four of them in the tree-house, she'll make his rest his head across her lap, a hand settled heavy on his head; but not dangerous.

Evie will entwine their arms together, or even their hands.

Sometimes, if Carlos is not in Mel's lap, then Evie's head is in his; he'll play in her hair sometimes.

Of the three, Jay touched him the most.

An arm over his shoulder, chest pressed up against his back, chin on his shoulder.

Alone, he'll be pulled to sit between the older boy's legs, Jay will kind of curl up over him, chin resting on top of his head. Larger hands will grab hold of his own and his fingers will be played with.

Surrounded by warmth and a scent he couldn't name.

It reminded him of Harry.

(Later, in Auradon, Ben will become theirs, and they will become Ben's. He touched them as much as they did, with a protectiveness that was more fierce, more beastly than their own.)

~.~

"Hey, Pup."

Harry felt something jump in him when Carlos's shoulders don't tense underneath the arm he had thrown over, which is usually the reaction he got. Then again, such a thing usually meant not good things for the other person, but Harry doesn't think he would ever do not good things to the Pup.

"Hook." Carlos said.

"Harry. Hook is what you call me father."

Very few people are allowed to call him Harry, the Pup doesn't say his name, and he wondered what it'll sound like falling from his lips.

What would his real name sound like? For Harry Hook was what he was called, because Harry Hook he is when you live on an Isle with Witches, Fairies and such. Magic or no.

….He truly was insane.

"I need you to just do a wee favor for me." He smiled.

He heard that his smile would be as charming as Jay's if it wasn't so dangerous.

Harry wondered what Carlos saw.

Charming, or dangerous?

"And what's in it for me?"

Oh, the way eyes darken to something sharp, calculating, and almost as dangerous as the Isle itself had Harry pressing closer, head lowering.

"And what," he purred softly, "would you have of me?"

In the back of his mind, he wondered if he was going to give too much, especially for something so little.

(The answer is yes)

~.~

Carlos was..small.

A lot of the kids on the Isle were.

But for whatever reason, those children don't make Jay's eyes follow them.

Don't make his fingers twitch to do something other than stealing whatever they had, like touch and hold with an intent that wasn't for intimidating or to harm.

Bruises on skin didn't have his burning with so much anger.

He didn't want them to make them his.

Didn't scare him because of it.

(In Auradon, he discover what all that meant.)

~.~

"You should make him yours."

Harry tore his eyes away from Mal and her group to his Captain who was watching him with a smirk.

"Jay already has him." It's said, simple, and to the point.

"Mel and the princess too," Uma added.

Harry's eyes go back to the group, Jay and Mel were bickering about something or other, while Evie was sitting close to the Pup, the two talking quietly.

"...Aye."

Back and forth he went, lingering on Carlos's freckles, the muscles that the pirate could see flexing underneath the clothing of the thief. A grin that made his heart jump, whiskey amber eyes that had him remember clever hands.

Uma hummed, "Well, maybe you should become Jay's."

Harry swirled his head so fast, he was almost dizzy. Uma's smirk had grown into something teasing and knowing.

"One shouldn't tease, Captain" Harry grumbled.

"Villain, part of the job description."

~.~

Carlos doesn't mind that Harry called him Pup.

It's different from his mother.

(It sounded like Mine.)

~.~

Jay stumbled upon them by accident, he was following a mark and just happened to see them out of the corner of their eye. And if it was anyone but Jay, who knew how to slip in and out the shadows, they would have missed it.

He didn't.

It was Harry, and Gil was with him. One of Gaston's sons.

That in itself wasn't unusual, not even the way Gil was trembling.

This was the Isle after all.

It was the tight grip on the red jacket, the way Harry had his forehead pressed against Gil's, how his mouth moved with low quiet words. How eyes gleamed bright and hot.

That had Jay standing there, his chest aching with a thing he couldn't name.

(It was called longing.)

~.~

The Isle is dangerous, more so at night.

It's something he knew well enough, Horace had all but drilled it in his head to be in the house before dark.

It was a risk he was more than willing to take tonight.

His mother's mood was bad, very bad. He needed to be out the house, needed to be in his little hole in the wall.

He doesn't make it there.

A hand shot out, its grip painfully tight as he's dragged into the shadows.

The man, at least he thought it to be a man it's hard to tell, smelled dirty, and there was a look in his eyes, that scared him, perhaps more than his mother.

"You'll do."

Carlos does not want to know what that meant.

He struggled, wiggling, punching screaming, scratching, and biting. Anything to be let go.

"Stop it!"

The other hand came down, and he's hit hard, his vision swirled and he goes limp.

"Good, now-"

Suddenly, there is the sound of collusion and Carlos is falling to the ground. He scrambled back and away, eyes on the two bodies, the fight is savage. And one-sided.

The man went down from a punch, then there is another punch, and another and another until there is a crack and the sound of something wet. After that, it's a long tense moment that is only broken by panting.

It's Harry.

Blood was splattered on him, eyes dark, furious, lips curled into a snarl.

Carlos shivered, and he can't say it was with fear.

Harry turned his way, and Carlos's throat went a little dry.

He looked furious, like a lightning storm.

"What're you doing out here by your lonesome?" The older boy's voice is rough.

Carlos opened his mouth, and nothing came out.

Eyes narrowed, then flickered over his body, apparently satisfied with what he saw he grabbed Carlos by the shoulder, going still when he flinched. Then hauling him up to his feet.

"Come on, best not be out like this."

Carlos doesn't remember much of the walk beyond the warmth of Harry's body pressed close to him, and the heavy arm across his shoulder that settled his shaking.

They arrive at the Fish and Chip, there aren't that many customers, and Uma is at the bar looking bored.

"Greetin' Captain!"

Uma's expression, which had turned annoyed upon Harry's call, was now curious when she saw Carlos, her eyes narrowed and Carlos felt like she knew.

"Dishes need cleaning." Uma then said, tilting her head to the back doorway.

With a lazy salute, Harry leads Carlos to the back, however, instead of the kitchen they made their way into some kind of decorated room.

Carlos felt it belonged to Uma.

Harry settled him down the bed, a hand taking hold of his arm pulled him away from some kind of jewelry dangling on a wall to Harry. The pirate was staring down at the forming bruise on his skin. There is something in those eyes, it reminded him of the way Jay looked at him sometimes when Carlos sometimes winced from pain.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Carlos shook his head.

Nodding, Harry moved over to a basket in the corner, he reached in and pulled out a bottle. The liquid was a dark green and looked thick, and when Harry came back and popped it open the younger boy wrinkled his nose.

"Aye," Harry snickered, "it smells like days old rotten fish, but it's good for bruising."

Carlos doesn't ask how Harry knew that or why Uma had it in her room.

No one asked on the Isle.

The pirate was gentle as he rubbed the thick paste on his arm, "Uma keeps a couple of knives about in this room, she won't miss one." Harry told him quietly as he wrapped the boy's arm tight but not tight with a make-shift bandage.

"I have one."

Horace gave it to him, taught him how to use it.

He didn't use it tonight.

Mind so occupied with just getting away, away from his mother, away from the man.

Just away.

Harry nodded and said nothing more on it.

After, Harry made him lay down, quieting in any protest, or worry about Uma being upset with him for using her bed.

"The Capt'n will be far too busy tonight to be using it," Harry explained, not looking too happy about it.

"...Oh." Carlos said quietly, "Okay."

Satisfied, Harry turn, intent on living, and Carlos's heart seized, without much thought, he grabbed the back of the red coat. Harry looked over his shoulder, brow furrowed for a second before understand gleamed in his eyes.

"I-I um-" Carlos stuttered out, quickly letting go.

"Scoot over."

Carlos stared for a bit before he does just that, moving back until he hit a wall, Harry, after slipping off his boots; gets into the bed with him, back to the other boy's front. The pirate doesn't say anything, Carlos stared. The slowly, very slowly, because though Harry hasn't done anything bad to him; this was still Harry Hook. He moved closer until he was pressed against the other boy's back. He went still when he felt Harry tense, then after a long moment. The tension went away.

"Sleep Pup, I'll wake ye when it's time."

And Carlos does surround by warmth and the smell of the sea.

~.~

Evie, Mal, and Jay found out.

"You're mine, ours." Mal growled, "He had no right to touch you! Hell, he didn't even have any right to look or even think about you!"

"Do you remember what he looked like?" Evie asked after checking his bandage, not surprised at how good a job Harry had done.

"He's a pirate, and part of Uma's crew." She had shrugged when questioned about it.

"Not much, but I'm pretty sure Harry broke something on his face."

Evie looked only a little disappointed, "Shame."

Meanwhile, Jay had remained silent, curled around him as usual. Remaining there until it was time to leave, merely ruffling Carlos's hair in goodbye.

The next day, a served hand will be found in the trash.

~.~

He knew about the little hole in the wall the Pup tended to visit.

Following someone occasionally lead to such discoveries.

He was content to let the Pup have his perceived secret, Cruella was notorious for a reason behind the whole puppy slaughter. Sometimes he scared away those who came too close.

After that night, Harry couldn't find it in himself to leave it be.

"Knock, knock."

Carlos yelped, whirling around, eyes wide with surprise and fear.

"Easy Pup, it's just me, and look, I got goodies." Harry held up the greasy and soggy brown bag. "The Chip shop's specialty."

"H-how did you-"

"Pirate," Harry stepped further in, making sure the cloth flap closed properly.

"That doesn't answer my question, and don't just come in!"

"Does too, and is that any way to treat a guest?"

"Yes."

Harry laughed as he set the bag down on the old table.

"Don't worry your wee head, no else knows, and I'll keep it that way."

Carlos gave the brown bag a suspicious look, before turning that look onto Harry, who grinned and moved closer to the smaller boy to play lightly with the white hair. Once again, Carlos doesn't do as others would, he doesn't tense up or pull away. He just stood there, watching, waiting. Still suspicious but also curious.

"If you'll let me visit here once and a while."

"Why?"

Harry shrugged, he didn't want to tell the Pup that he needed to keep an eye on him even more than usual. Especially since the other boy didn't know he had been keeping an eye on him before that night.

Carlos isn't happy about it, but he let him stay.

~.~

For some reason, having Harry coming into a place that he's never even told the others about, a place he felt possessive of; didn't bother Carlos. Perhaps because the boy did pretty much nothing to Carlos, what he did for him was another matter. The pirate often came in with items. Sometimes found, most often than not stolen. He'd give them to Carlos, and the younger boy discovered that they were useful to what he was working on, or could be of use for something else. Other times the pirate would bring food from the Fish and Chip, and those times Carlos is pulled away and made to eat, Harry hovering nearby.

It's not unpleasant.

Something was also missing.

~.~

It doesn't take him long to figure it out, and once he does, he's surprised that his first thought isn't suspicion. After all, though Mel and Uma weren't strict on the whole crew-members not allowed to interact with the rival members, despite their rivalry. Carlos was part of Mel's crew, and Harry, Uma's.

No, it's concern.

Though he'll forever deny it.

He also can't be sure about what exactly he's concerned about.

Still, him not knowing doesn't stop him from pulling up the cloth and walking in. Stopping short, eyes lingering on the fingers wrapped around wrist, not tight; not dangerous. Just there.

"Jay."

Jay looked up to Carlos, who looked surprised and worried, sneaking glances at Harry.

Their rivalry was no secret.

Harry on the other head, grinned, grin growing when Jay narrowed his eyes at him.

"What are you doing here Hook?"

"Aww, don't worry that pretty little head of yours little Jay, I'm not doin' anything to the Pup."

"I told you not to call me that," Jay grumbled as made sure the cloth was properly in place.

Carlos doesn't pull away as Jay came closer, and for what some reason, that put any concern he had to rest. Still, he was curious as to why the pirate was here.

"You didn't answer my question."

Harry shrugged, "Just here for a wee visit."

Jay frowned, visit implied that the pirate had been invited, told about this place.

"Visit my butt," Carlos huffed.

Harry rocked on the heels of his feet before he moved closer, fingers coming up to play with the younger boy's hair. Carlos leaned into it.

Jay watched.

"You followed me, and invited yourself in," Carlos said, though he didn't sound as upset as his words were implying.

"And you have yet to run me away."

"I should."

"And then where would you get all the shiny I've brought you?"

"You won't be useful forever."

"I'm sure you will find other uses for me Pup."

Carlos opened his mouth for another retort when Jay interrupted.

"Guess I'll have to start visiting too."

".…Seriously?!"

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