Harry finishes binding T in the chains before he walks over to his own cuff and snaps it around his foot.
They'd done this a couple of times now, but he still wasn't sure when he would be able to move on to more than one or two manacles at a time.
He looks up at a slight clink, "Heard it."
"Damn it."
Harry sighs before he manipulates his foot behind him, forcing himself to lock pick at a new angle. Just because he couldn't handle being trussed up like T didn't mean he didn't have to challenge himself.
He lets out a sigh as he starts working the tumblers.
"I was thinking…" T breathes out. "What if we blew out the lights? Try to do it in the dark?"
"How that be ah changin' things when we ain'nah even lookin' at the locks now?" Harry furrows his brow as he looks up at T.
"Taking away a sense will still fuck with us."
He frowns before he shrugs, "Next round we can be ah trying it."
T shrugs with a clink before he curses again.
"Heard it." Harry chuckles.
"Got it." T sighs.
They fall into a strangely comfortable silence as they work their lock picks.
By the time he gets out of his one cuff, T was already on his third.
He tosses the lock away with a grimace, "Hey T, I be ah havin' ah question for ya."
"Sup?" T pauses as he looks up at him.
"When were ya gonna be ah tellin' me 'bout yer deal ta be ah gettin' info outta 'em bastards?"
"After Senior gave me the list." T turns back to his ankle cuff.
"Really?" Harry grumbles before he leans back against the wall, "Mate, ya be knowin' I be ah lookin' for them."
"It's not like I know if the goblins have found them yet or not." T frowns. "I've had other shit to do, and I got them working on several projects right now. They're nice, but not always the brightest bunch."
Harry snorts, "So you an' Deez be ah sayin'." He sighs, "Still, it would ah been nice ta be knowin' sooner. I were ah wantin' ah word with them first, but if they be givin' up names-" He trails off. He'd been hoping to give T a crack at someone involved with hurting him, since he'd taken Frollo out of the picture.
T turns to look back up at him. "I wouldn't make the deal until Senior agreed that they would be yours. I know you've been hunting them down, now that ya know…" He shrugs as he looks back down and starts focusing on the cuffs again.
"Ya be ah savin' them-" Harry chuckles darkly, "Saving them for me?"
"You're the one that's been huntin' them down for weeks."
"Yeah. Ta be ah givin' ya somethin' ta hit or be ah yellin' at. Not that I would'nah be takin' me own frustrations out on 'em." He balls his hands into fists before he thumps them against the floor, "Know what I be meanin'?"
"Oh." He makes out T's frown from under his hood. "I didn't- I thought you- Huh." He goes silent. "I just want them dead." He finishes dryly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I just thought you'd want the list too."
"Ah." He falls silent.
T turns back to his task taking a moment to pop off the third cuff.
"Uma be explainin' yer deals." He eventually states, starting up the conversation again.
"I mean, I figured." He grins as he pops off the fourth lock before he pulls his legs to his chest.
"Next time ya should be ah lettin' us in on the news sooner." Harry lets his head fall back against the wall, "Or ya could be ah tellin' me, and I can be tellin' the others. Just be talkin' to me. I can'nah be ah helpin' if ya ain'nah bein' honest with me."
T's hand moves to grip his arm. "Heard." He shifts in discomfort.
"Arm." Harry slaps a hand to the floor. Why? Why did he do that?
T jumps as he drops his arm. "Right. My bad." He sits back on his hands after crossing his legs.
Harry sighs, "Ya really be ah needin' ta let that heal." He says in a softer tone before he crawls to sit directly in front of T.
T turns to look down at his arm. "Yeah…" He sighs, "I do. Sorry." He hangs his head.
"T?"
"Sup?" He looks back up.
"I'm helpin' ya entertain Senior."
"You don't-"
"It were'nah question." Harry immediately interrupts before he leans forward and grasps T's shoulders, "I'm. Helpin'."
T opens his mouth before he shuts it and looks away.
"It ain'nah because I don'nah be thinkin' ya can'nah be handlin' yerself. But it do be ah tall order. Ya can be admittin' that right?" He ducks down, trying to catch T's gaze, "Ya really be thinkin' it be ah bad thing ta be havin' back up on it?"
T's hand comes up to his arm, "No." He sighs. "It's a bit more work, but it's not like I wasn't already planning on it."
"I be ah knowin' ya can be plannin' shit." Harry grins, "Wait til I be ah tellin' Uma." he teases.
T snorts. "What did I say about that bar?"
He winks, "Oh, somethin' about not lowerin' it?"
"I believe we talked about not raising it, actually." T deadpans.
"Right…" Harry snickers, "I be ah gettin' those confused all the time."
"Uh-huh." He could just feel the eye roll.
"Be wantin' ta go again?" Harry offers with a smile.
"I'm down if you are." T nods.
"No candles this time?"
"If you're cool with it."
Harry nods before he reworks the chains into a different knot and starts clamping the cuffs around T's wrist and ankles. They'd been trying all manner of new things trying to replicate whatever it had been that tripped T up so bad in that room. So far T was remarkably unfazed. What were they missing?
He sighs before he grabs a chain-linked manacle, wanting to have a hand and foot restrained this time. He blows out all the candles but one, grabbing it and the small box of matches before he resumes his seat near T.
"Ya good?" He asks quietly as he cuffs himself.
T nods, "You?"
"Yep, I be ah doin' ah hand an foot this time 'round." He chuckles, "Light goin' out." He warns before he bends and blows the candle out.
The blackness suddenly shrouding them was deafening.
Deafening, but not debilitating. He was still able to find the keyhole on his wrist, still able to manipulate the tools into it.
"Heard it." He grins when he hears a faint tinkle.
"Fuck." T huffs petulantly.
Harry smiles when he feels the cuff pop open in his wrist. That had to be the fastest he'd gotten it off.
"Nice. That was quick as fuck."
"Thanks." He was kind of grateful for the dark. At least it was hiding the flush he could feel spreading on his cheeks. It really felt good having T praise him. Usually, he just tried to give advice. Which was helpful, just no where near the same.
He slowly lowers the wrist cuff to the floor before he twists to start working on his ankle.
"Can't find your way 'round your ship in the dark for shit, but you sure as fuck can work a tumbler in it."
"I guess I be ah hidin' many talents." He chuckles, "Or maybe it be all the practice we be ah gettin' with the family now."
"That's true." He agrees, "But seriously Hook, it's pretty boss how much farther you've gotten since we've started."
Harry tilts his head to the side. T was certainly a lot chattier in the dark. Or maybe he was chattier when offering praise. "I be 'preciatin' ya sayin' so."
"No problem."
Harry cheers when he feels the cuff fall from his ankle, but it morphs into a yelp when T's hand drops to his head and ruffles his hair, accompanied by T's low chuckle.
T runs a hand through his hair. "Great fuckin' job."
Harry bites down on his hand to keep his sharp retort to himself. No need to give T more ammunition to not touch him. Once his heart evens out a little he drops his hand, "Thanks. Don'nah be knowin' why I be ah doin' better in the dark."
His hand disappears after one more one through. "No distractions? And only one thing to focus on?" T offers absently. "Either way, it's fucking awesome to know."
Harry frowns. That seemed pretty spot on, now that he thought about it. Usually he was busy watching T, marveling at how strangely graceful he was as he moved in weird ways to pick the locks.
"Think you can do it with three next round? You beat the piss outta me this one-Not that this is a contest. Well kinda, but not against each other. Just ya know- Ourselves and shit..."
"I be ah feelin' ah mite confident, I can be ah tryin' that." He grins.
"Really?"
"The effect yer kind words be ah havin'." He admits, once again glad for the darkness.
"Huh…" T trails off. "To each their own I guess. I'll keep that in mind Hook."
Harry sits up a little straighter, unable to wipe the grin from his face. Time spent with T was always a whirlpool of feelings. Half the time he felt like he was drowning, but he'd never be convinced it wasn't worth it. T, out of everyone he'd ever met, drove him crazy in ways he'd never considered before. The high was well worth the drops. "Don'nah be makin' promises ya can'nah be keepin' love. It be ah mite too late on this one, cause I be ah holdin' ya to that."
"I don't remember makin' any promises." T chuckles dryly.
"Ya be implyin' ya be keepin' in mind the affect yer words be ah havin' on me confidence."
"Well, I mean…I wasn't trying to tear you down before. I'm actually really impressed you kept doing this after the first time. I don't think I would've."
Harry blinks in surprise, "Ya be ah meanin' it?"
"Pretty damn."
He'd honestly only been able to continue because of how much he trusted T, but hearing the admiration in T's voice brought the blush back in full force. He clears his throat, afraid to speak with the tightness lodged in it, "How far ya be with yer cuffs?"
"One left."
"Good, cause I be thinkin' it be time ta be practicin' somethin' more fun."
"More fun?"
"Aye." Harry chuckles as he softly pats the floor next to him until he finds the box of matches and candle. He pulls one out, listening intently for the telltale sounds that T was free. When he hears the faint click he strikes the match, cupping it in his hand only long enough to see where T was before he waves his hand to put it out.
He takes T by the shoulders again, "Kissin' practice be ah sight more fun, especially in the dark." He teases before he slowly pulls T closer and is surprised when T actually meets him.
Being a pirate and pushing your luck sometimes did pay off. He smiles as he blindly knocks T's hood off to run his fingers through his hair.
T presses closer as a soft moan leaves his lips.
Harry smiles, taking the noise of pleasure as a cue to continue. He slowly leans back, carefully keeping their lips locked together until they're laying on the floor before he guides T's knees to straddle his hips.
Shaky hands press against his chest before they move, slowly and unsure, almost as if T was experimenting.
What had finally changed T's mind? He quickly dismisses the errant thought, too afraid the fragile moment would break if he questioned it. Instead, he runs his hands along T's legs until he can grasp a hand on either side of his hips, pressing him closer as his own hips rock in a desperate attempt to create friction. He deepens the kiss as T's hands clasp behind his neck.
Harry groans against the gasp that escaped T's lips. Something about being in complete darkness made his other senses seem more alive. And T filled them completely.
The earthy herbal scent that clung to him was intoxicating. Each breath managed to feel like he was bringing more of T into his being. The pads of his fingers were so sensitive as they slid over the layers of fabric T loved to shroud himself in. But now, in the dark, he seemed to have no problem with him slipping his hands under them.
His hips buck again as his thumbs slide over T's warm skin. He follows the curve of his hips up to his waist, until his fingers run over a patch of rough skin.
It was as if everything stopped. T froze on top of him, his body so rigid his only thought was that he'd somehow hurt him. He pulls his lips back, expecting to hear a cry of pain or word of rebuke.
Nothing.
"T?"
At his name, T rolls off him before he scrambles to his feet.
"T!" Harry cries out at the sudden cold where T's warmth had only a few seconds ago nearly burned, "T? I be ah hurtin' ya?" He rolls, feeling the ground for the matches and candle.
The door opens as dim light flickers into the room as a blur momentarily flashes past the light.
Harry cries out in frustration before his forehead knocks against the floor. What had he done wrong?
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So thoughts on this chapter?
What do you guys think about chain practice? Are you liking them? Or would you have preferred to let these pass in the background?
What do you think about T's idea to do it in the dark? Were you surprised Harry got out first?
Harry makes a good point, T isn't normally so talkative. Did it seem out of place that T would be so willing to praise Harry? What do you think was going through T's head?
Remember Hook offering to practice kissing with T at the Howler? Happy we touched on it?
Fuck. Poor Harry. That really fucking sucked. T fucking scrammed right quick. Any guesses as to why?
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