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This chapter really makes me laugh towards the end, hopefully it hits a spot for you Tarry fans out there too.
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-Dark-
"T?" Harry knocks against the door, "Come on, we be agreein' this be necessary." He knocks again. Every time he'd tried to convince T it was time to start working on the shit David suggested, T was suddenly busy.
Well, not this time. He'd made sure Deez and Gil were sitting at the table doing their own thing, and Uma was talking with both Yensid and James about the finer points of sailing and navigation.
T was completely out of options.
So when T opens the door, he finds himself staring in surprise that his hood was actually down.
"Sup Hook?" T greets with a grin as he leans against the frame casually, as if he hadn't been avoiding him.
He crosses his arms over his chest as he glares, "Really? Ya don'nah be thinkin' I can be ah seein' what ya were doin'?"
T tilts his head to the side. "What was I doing?" He gestures for him to come in.
"Avoidin' touch practice." Harry sighs before he slips into the room, "Every time I be ah comin' down here ya were ah bein' busy."
T shrugs before he closes the door, "I just got blow darts." He states as if that explained everything.
"Aye?" His eyes narrow in warning, "I be ah mite angry if ya be ah aimin' ta practice on me."
"Don't worry," He chuckles, "We're still trying to figure out the proper measurements right now."
"That don'nah be soundin' like somethin' ta be ah soothin' me." Harry rolls his eyes.
T snorts, "Want soothing or honesty?"
He sighs. Maybe he'd come in on this a little too steamed. "Honesty, o'course." He takes a deep breath before exhaling slowly.
"Thought so," T grins, "We've been messin' round with two different knockout methods. One's like morphine, other is like the sleep shit." He gestures to the table before he points to a target drawn on the wall with several darts sticking out of it. "And my aim." He snorts.
Harry tilts his head before he walks over to the wall, inspecting the small punctures all around the targets, "Aye, I be ah seein' why ya be ah needin' practice."
"Fuck off," T waves him off, "it's harder than it looks." He grumbles as he walks over and pulls a dart out of the wall before handing it to him with the glass straw. "Wanna try?"
"Uh, aye… I can be ah tryin'," He fumbles a little as he loads the dart into the glass tube.
"Oh yeah," T's lips tilt into a wicked smirk, "be careful of the tips, they might still have some of the shit on them."
"Ya be ah right fucker sometimes, ya be ah knowin' that?" Harry rolls his eyes.
"Only sometimes?" T snorts before he goes and perches on the back of the chair, nearly tripping on the lip of the seat.
"Aye. An' don'nah be aimin' ta make it more often." He looks the straw over before winking at T.
"No, no. I know a challenge when I hear it."
He rolls his eyes, knowing it was time to cut his losses on the banter. Better to let T have this than risk him actually remembering it before he holds the straw up, "So, what, ya be ah blowin' it like hard ya can?"
"Yeah, pretty much." T nods and rubs his palm against one of his eyes. "So let's see what ya got."
Harry nods slowly, clearing his throat with a cough before he puts the straw to his lips. His eyes narrow as he stares at the target on the wall and adjusts the straw. Well, it wasn't like he could be that much worse than T. He takes a deep breath before he blows against the dart in the straw.
"Oh, fuck you." T grumbles.
He lowers the straw from his lips before he walks over to the drawn target, surprised to find the dart embedded in the outermost circle.
"Wanna try it on hard mode?" He asks as he leans forward to pick up a dark green coated dart.
"I be ah callin' that ah hard pass mate." Harry shakes his head before he pulls the dart free from the wall and sets it and the straw down on the table with the rest of the glasswares. Was that why T was acting a little off? Had he tested Faustina's newest concoctions?
"Your loss." He shrugs as he tosses the dart back on the table.
"Yer new darts be cool T, but ya know what we be ah needin' ta be ah workin' on," He reminds T sternly before he sighs, "Though I be wantin' ta offer for ya ta be talkin' me through four chains before we be workin' on what David be ah sharin' with us."
"That." T jumps off the chair stumbling slightly, "I tried it with Gil earlier. It seemed to help him."
"Til the candle be ah goin' out." He smiles.
"Yeah, there was no helpin' him after that." T agrees as he walks over to the pile of chains.
Harry nods, "But, I did be ah noticin' ya be joinin' us when we be ah tryin' ta pick 'im back up. I think ya be ah shockin' the Sweet Boy outta his dark thoughts."
T lifts an eyebrow, "We're tryin' ta meet each other halfway right? Ya did it my way so... Even if it's uncomfortable as fuck, it's fair." He shrugs.
"Aye. An ya be ah doin' it well." He nods proudly, "So thanks. It be ah meanin' ah lot ta me ta be seein' ya take that up yerself."
"Well, to be honest, Deez glared at me 'til I did it. It wouldn't have crossed my mind to get that close to a bed to comfort someone."
Harry chuckles. It was adorable to see Deez becoming as protective of the family as the rest of them. "Whatever be ah gettin' ya in there, I be happy ta see ya doin' it."
"Ya know how I aim ta please." T nods as he looks down at the chains with a frown.
He chuckles absently before he takes a deep breath and claps his hands together, "Alright, ya be ah ready ta be ah doin' this?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
"I know I be ah trustin' ya," Harry shrugs before he lays face down on the floor with his hands behind his back.
It takes a moment before T starts shackling his wrists, "Sure you're okay with all four?"
"Aye. Let's be ah seein' if this be ah workin' for me."
"Kay." T breathes before he clasps the cuffs around his ankles as well.
He smiles when T plops next to him, wishing his heart would be as relaxed as he was pretending to be. "K, noise ain'nah be ah countin' this time?"
"Fine by me." T rubs small circles on his back. "Just ya know, let me know if it starts getting too much."
He takes a deep breath, "Aye. So far I just be ah freakin' out ah little." No big, considering the epic meltdown he'd had the first time they'd tried this.
T runs a hand up his spine and over his neck only to land in his hair and run his fingers through it.
"Ya be ah watchin' yer urges ta be ah tuggin' me locks, ya hear." Harry chuckles before he takes another deep breath.
"I'll try to resist."
"I know, it be ah hard thing ta be ah doin'." He teases before he rolls onto his side and bends his legs to reach for his lock picks in his boot.
T scoots closer and brushes his shoulder against his, the weight of his eyes never leaving him. "I know you can do this."
Harry nods, fighting down a burning in his throat as he grabs a couple of picks. Even without a jacket or hoodie on he was already sweating. He was having a hard time getting a good grip on the picks. "Fuck."
"It's okay." T nuzzles against his shoulder. "Lower the picks and wipe your hands off."
"Right." He nods, hating the way his voice wavered. One slips from his hold before he manages to set them on the floor. Why were all the little things making his heart race right now?
He takes a deep breath before he wipes his sweat-slicked hands over his pants. He runs his fingers over his palm before he does it again. And again. It just didn't feel like he could get them dry. But he needed them dry. If he couldn't dry them off he couldn't hold the picks and if he couldn't do that he couldn't get free and if he couldn't get free-
"Hook," T sighs as he reaches out and takes his hand. "It's dry." He slips a leg behind the cuffs and rests the weight there. "You've got this."
Harry blinks before he feels his palm again. Dry. What the fuck. "That be ah feelin' real, I did'nah be ah likin' that." He shakes his head before he picks the tools back up in his dry hands.
"Want me to blow out the candles that seemed to help you last time."
Harry shakes his head. "We already be ah startin' like this. Maybe next time?"
"If you're sure." T sighs.
He nods before he starts working on a wrist cuff. T always did his feet first, but he wasn't aiming to be fancy. He just wanted out of the damn cuffs.
Being here like this made him feel like he'd forgotten a word, but it was there, just on the tip of his tongue. Except it wasn't a word, it was memories. Memories that were just out of reach, hiding just behind the darkness in his mind. Like he could hear voices, but not make out what they were saying.
"I don't know where your head's at Hook," T frowns, as he knocks his shoulder with his "But ya better pull it out."
Harry blinks up at him before he closes his eyes and lets his forehead thunk against the cold, rough wooden floor. "It be ah messin' with me head be all." He admits before he resumes working the tumbles of the lock.
"Huh." T frowns as he brushes his thumb over his arm, "Try picking something in the room to focus on."
He grins as he looks up at T, "Oh, I be ah havin' somethin' ta be ah focusin' on." He winks.
"Cool." T nods. "So just focus on that. Want me to help you move so you can stare at," he turns his head, "The dartboard?"
"Nah, I be ah havin' ah good view o' what I be ah focusin' on." He chuckles as he continues to stare at the oblivious boy in front of him.
"Okay, now try it again."
"Ya ain'nah bein' no fun when things be ah goin' o'er yer head." He grumbles as he clicks a tumbler in place.
T tilts his head up before he turns back to Harry, "The focusing helping then?"
"Do ya really be ah missin' that you be me focus?" Harry rolls his eyes.
"Oh." T tilts his head before he grins. "Gotcha. Good to know."
Harry takes a deep breath before he goes back to working on the lock. "T?"
"Sup?"
"How long I be ah workin' this one damn lock?"
T looks up at the clock on the wall. "Forty-five-ish minutes."
"Great…" He grumbles as he manages to get another tumbler to jiggle into place.
"I've been thinking about ways to help, can I try something?" T asks hesitantly.
"Be ah tryin' ah way."
"Just ya know, let me know if it makes it worse or not." T mumbles as he moves his leg to kneel next to him, running his fingers through his hair before he tugs roughly so he was facing him. And then kisses him deeply before he could protest.
Harry blinks in surprise as a muffled moan of pleasure escapes him. He kisses back hungrily, happy to have something far more pleasant to focus on for the moment.
T nips his lip before he pulls away. "Get the cuff you're working on off and we can do it again." He offers with a grin.
He groans in frustration, but he was already working to get the last tumbler in place. It was funny. His mind was never this clear when he was fooling around, but with a single tumbler between him and T's soft lips, he was feeling clearer than Deez's glass.
When the tumbler clicks into place and he twists the tools, unlocking the cuff around his wrist he lets it drop before he turns to T, "Aye?"
"Aye." T runs both hands through his hair before he tugs and leans down to kiss him again.
It was like T was kissing the call of the memories away. He didn't want to look at those, he just wanted to be able to free himself if anything were to happen. That was all. He rolls onto his back, pulling T up to straddle him. "Ya be ah mindin'?" He asks roughly against T's lips.
"Not if it's helping." He shrugs lazily.
He grins before he wraps his arms around T, holding him close as he gets to work on the next wrist cuff. "I be ah thinkin' it be just the tic I be ah needin'."
"Glad to help." T muffles a yawn, his head tilting to the side before he narrows his eyes thoughtfully before he shrugs and hesitantly runs his nails down his chest.
Not to mention it was a touch that T wasn't flinching away from. Did this count?
He smiles when he gets the next cuff off. "Were that ah bein' faster?" He lets out a sigh of relief.
"By a fuck ton." T chuckles. "And with one hand." He adds, sounding impressed before he leans down and claims his lips again. One hand buries deeply in his hair and tugs roughly.
He sits up, wrapping his arms around T to press him harder to his chest, to deepen the kiss.
T bites his lip again, pulling away as he releases it slowly, "Two more."
Harry groans, "Now ya be ah torturin' me. It ain'nah bein' fair ya be figurin' out I like the bitin'."
"I've seen Uma do it," He shrugs. "An' hair tuggin' and kissin' usually distracts the shit outta you… So eh."
"Aye." He grunts as he reaches for a leg lock, laughing when his efforts sends T to the floor. "Ooops."
T chuckles as he pulls himself up. "If it wasn't your thing-"
"Oh, it be me thing." He assures T with a grin as he gets to work on the lock, "But I don'nah be thinkin' now be the time for ya ta be gettin' an introduction ta me wilder side." Not just yet, and especially not right after testing out Faustina's herb mixings.
"Tch." T rolls his eyes.
"I rather ya be wholly you," He grins before he points at the painted target, "an' aimin' better."
"Wholly me?" T snorts, "Also fuck you." He pushes his shoulder playfully.
"I mean, I do be ah wishin'." He chuckles, "But by wholly you, I be meanin' unaffected by herbs."
"Oh, that." T chuckles, "I don't know, I kinda like this one."
"Aye, I can be seein' that." His smile slowly fades, "But I don'nah be wantin' ya ta be regrettin' yer choices later when ya ain'nah feelin' so happy on the herbs, yeah?"
T tilts his head to the side, taking a moment before he blushes. "Oh. Fair."
He chuckles, "Be gettin' me?"
He leans back and nods, "Still," He grins, "Kissin' seems ta get ya outta your head." He shrugs.
"Oh aye," His grin widens as the lock pops before he moves on to the last one, "Ya be ah feelin' free ta be motivation' me with that anytime it be pleasin' ya."
T snorts before he leans forward and kisses him again, "Predictable pirate."
He smiles at the heat of their lips pressed together, noting all the ways T's kissing was improving, "I can be ah livin' with that." He snickers.
"Shocking." T chuckles as he pushes him, "Come on, one more."
"Mate, I be ah workin' it."
T's eyes sweep to the remaining lock. "Yeah, slowly." He snorts as he sits back. "Come on Hook, I'm startin' ta feel like you're too distracted..." He looks away, "I mean, I could always try dullin' your hook instead."
His eyes narrow, "Ya can be shuttin' it." He digs the picks into the lock as T inches closer to the corner he left his shit in, "T, it ain'nah bein' funny."
"Tick tock." T chuckles with a shit-eating grin, "I mean, since, the kissin' wasn't doin' it for ya…"
"Oh, that be looooow." He glares.
"I can get lower." T chuckles as he rolls to his feet.
"Stop."
"Make me."
"Ain'nah funny."
"Pretty damn."
"When I be gettin' this lock-" He lets his head fall back to the floor. He wasn't chained down. He sighs before he stands, "Don'nah you dare."
"Still have one left." T laughs freely, "Guess you really don't want that kiss." He sweeps up the hook before he jumps to perch on the back of the chair."
He kneels, glaring at T as he works before the lock opens, "Give it." He warns with a low growl.
T's eyes sweep over him in amusement, "I guess since you got the lock off…" He offers the hook back.
He takes it before tossing it over his shoulder, "Thanks, but I be talkin' 'bout the kiss I be earnin'."
T blinks in surprise, his eyes on the hook with disbelief, "Seriously-."
"Shut up." He crosses his arms over his chest as he kneels in the chair in front of T, "Ya be promising."
T shakes his head, "Fair." He chuckles. "Great job." He adds before he kisses his lips.
He smiles as he wraps his arms carefully around T and leans into the kiss.
T might not be ready for the next step, but he would enjoy the hell out of kissing him until he was.
Even if this was just a ploy to avoid touch practice.
Hey you with all your you-ness,
Kay, before I start with the questions, I felt a very strong need to point out for any one who might be confused, which honestly I would be too if I were reading this. T was drugged. He did it to himself of course, but was still drugged. (Mostly at Faustina's behest)
I hope their was enough context clues for that, but I'm never a hundred percent sure so, ya know, wanted to clarify if anyone was questioning what the fuck was happening with T in this chapter.
And if you're wondering why Harry didn't pick up on that, it's because he was sure T was just trying to get outta the practice, followed by being drowned in fear, followed by being turned on af...
That being said-
What did you guys think?
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-Twisted