Chapter 5 – There's a First (Second) for Everything

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The castle seemed entirely pleased to take advantage of Aziz's change of circumstances, and where before he had been given many blowjobs now stuff was constantly finding its way into his panties to eat him out or stretch him or – eventually – fuck him.

"Jay," Aziz would moan, his panties caught down around his ankles while an ottoman fucked him atop its cushions, or a plant would curl itself into his underwear, and his damn stupid clothes kept getting caught on shit and Jay couldn't tell if Aziz was embarrassed by how often he flashed them or if he reveled in it, though he didn't seem to mind things either way. "Shit," Aziz would say, mostly out of it as he curled up on a couch. "Could I have my dick back now?"

"Sure," Jay said, lazily waving a hand in Aziz's direction until the prince squawked, because apparently it had come back fully aroused and there was a pillow that wanted his sweet, sweet loving to make up for that.

"Maybe you're just sexually frustrated," Chad offered from Jay's other side, the blond having progressed to holding his hand now because after going so long without contact Chad had become a very tactile person, and if his partners weren't here to take care of him then Jay had to. "Maybe if you just had sex with Aziz the castle wouldn't ravish him as much."

"I'm not having sex with Aziz," Jay hissed, turning his attention to a bed that he absolutely was never going to spread someone out on.

"Why not?" Chad pressed. "Do you think you're too dirty or something? Because-"

The floor shifted, and a wall seemed to erupt between them and Aziz, something that cut off his moaning visage while he was coaxed into rutting against the pillow.

"…you're not," Chad finished with a wide-eyed blink.

"I don't want to talk about this," Jay hissed, his flush dark. "I wouldn't have eaten him out that one time if I hadn't put him in that situation in the first place."

"What happened wasn't your fault," Chad said, a mantra he and Aziz had never dropped despite Jay wishing they really just would. "And it's okay if you think Aziz is attractive. He is objectively attractive, and with the cute little outfits you put us in-"

The blond cut off with a gasp when his ensemble seemed to shift into that of a sexy maid outfit, except the skirt pulled up in the front to expose his panties, which also dipped low to expose his dick, making Chad squawk.

"See?" Jay pressed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "I'm gross."

"You're um- not," Chad said. "I am also objectively good looking and um- flattered and- oh."

The last part sort of came out as a gasp, and Jay turned to see Chad's flush furiously darken. "What?"

"I think you sex-magiced me," Chad said, pulling his hand away to reveal what was very much an erection. "Yeah, this feels a lot like when Uma does her stuff."

"Uma uses sex magic?" Jay asked, somehow managing not to screech despite the fact that he had accidentally crossed the one line he had promised he wouldn't cross.

"Sometimes," Chad said, gasping as he curled his hand around his length, giving himself a tentative pump. "Do you think I can keep this outfit? I think Harry would like it."

Jay's mood darkened at the mention of goddamn Harry Hook. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to be responsible for creating an outfit for Harry to ogle you in."

"I meant for him to wear," Chad said. "I think he'd like it."

For a moment Jay was pretty sure his mind had broken, then broke further when he tried to imagine Harry wearing this shit, looking as flushed and bashful as Chad and that was just-

There was a flash of light and both Jay and Chad turned to see none other than Harry goddamn Hook materialize into existence, the first mate looking as confused as ever, which was something that only worsened when he was treated to his own sexy maid outfit. And, for the record, Jay had not wanted to know what Harry's dick looked like, but of course it was fucking nice too.

"Harry!" Chad chirped, flushing happily. "You're here! This is great, we can make out now!"

"What the hell?" Harry snapped, taking in their surroundings with a furious scowl, one hand ducked low to cover his groin before his gaze landed on Jay. "What the fuck is this?"

"This is our quest!" Chad cheered. "I will give you details later. But for now – you, me – that bed, please."

Harry stared at the referenced bed, then stared at his boyfriend before eventually dragging his sights back to Jay. "Figures this would be your fault."

"Don't make him mad," Chad said with a pout, grabbing Harry's collar and walking him back until his thighs hit the bed, making him fall onto the mattress with a surprised umph. "Just focus on the positive things!"

"What positive things include ye in this outfit, all aroused, while he's fucking there, looking at ye?"

"To be fair, he was trying really hard not to look," Chad offered. "But I am very cute, so he couldn't help it."

"Darlin'," Harry hissed. "That doesn't really answer my question."

"Look," Chad said, cupping Harry's face in his hands. "I know you're worried but I promise things have been totally fine and not only have I not cheated on you, but nothing has happened that I didn't want to happen. Like, this outfit was more of a surprise than anything else but that's not Jay's fault, now can we please make out?"

"Fine," Harry hissed, ducking his head with a flush. "But I want more answers- Chad," he cut off with a moan as the blond began jerking him off.

And that was Jay's cue to leave.

He made a respectful retreat as the noises began to intensify behind him, intent to track down Elsa and Genie who'd probably be in one of the many kitchens or gardens to tell them about the pirate he'd accidentally kidnapped.

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"That is some impressive shit," Genie declared over the lip of his coffee cup, which was filled with a sort of hot spiced milk he and Elsa were enjoying. They seemed to be hanging out a lot nowadays – bonding over their respective years of forced solitude, ironically enough. "You summoned that guy all the way from Central Auradon? That should definitely cut into your energy reserves."

"This is a serious problem," Jay reminded him. "What if I accidentally summon more people here?"

"Then that will also cut into your energy reserves," Genie decided with a shrug.

Jay gave him a pissy look, because he couldn't just keep accidentally uprooting people because of his stupid subconscious whims, and Elsa sighed. "A big part of managing your control is emotional support," she murmured. "On the chance that you do summon more people here, that could prove to be for your own benefit."

"And, by extension, the benefit of Auradon, before you go feeling guilty about it," Genie pointed out. "If you really feel that shaken up about it though you could apply some anti-summoning enchantments to the castle. That way if you do accidentally try to portal someone here the spell would be canceled out, so long as you stay within the confines of the castle."

"I like that plan better," Jay said, and their synchronized sighs were entirely unwarranted.

"For the record," Genie began, leveling his mug at Jay. "You are very predictable."

"Whatever," Jay huffed. "Could you guys contact Fairy Godmother about Harry? He and Chad should be done about now, I could probably teleport him back."

"Yeah, here's the thing," Genie began with a wince. "Pretty sure homeboy's not going to be willing to keep your secret if you send him back seeing as he's dating the king and all, so…"

"So what?" Jay asked, his stomach filling with ice. "We keep him?"

"It might not be a bad thing," Elsa offered sympathetically. "Fairy Godmother mentioned you had some troubles with Mr. Hook. Now's a good time to address them!"

Fairy Godmother must have overheard the argument Jay had with Uma before this all went to shit and now Jay was stuck dealing with not only his possibly world-destroying powers, but also with Harry damn Hook for the unforeseeable future.

He guessed he brought that on himself. Literally.

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Jay wasted some time casting anti-summoning enchantments over the entirety of the castle before he eventually made his way back to where he'd left the others. He didn't find them in that unfinished section of the castle so he teleported back to the suite they generally used as a sort of home base, which was where he found Chad and Aziz catching up on the couch while irritated snarls echoed from the walk-in closet.

Aziz was the first one to catch sight of Jay and responded to this with a quirked brow. "Harry's less than pleased with our outfit selection."

"I told him the panties were comfortable," Chad offered with a shrug, having already changed into a different pair, though he was notably still wearing the sexy maid outfit, because why would Jay need that kind of sanity in his life? "But he seems to be objecting on principle."

"How are you doing with all this?" Aziz asked, seeming genuinely concerned. "I assume accidentally summoning a dude across the continent might have freaked you out a bit."

"I put up enchantments to keep it from happening again," Jay said, and that was all he got out before Harry Hook stormed out of the closet with a scowl on his lips, a rainbow blanket wrapped around his waist like some sort of toga.

"You're a fucking piece of shit," Harry snarled. "Forcing them to wear this shit-"

"I like our pretty outfits," Chad interrupted with a pout. "And Aziz only objects on principle."

"I do not," Aziz muttered, but his cheeks were also flushed dark, so that was something. "I very much object a lot."

A sigh, and Jay transfigured his clothes into a version of their Tourney sweats from school, making Aziz blink down at himself in surprise. "It's not on purpose, Harry."

"Of course it isn't," Harry huffed with a roll of his eyes. "That doesn't change the fact that your magic's going out of control and ye didn't feel like telling your damn crew about it."

"Uh oh," Chad said, mostly to himself.

Jay scowled. "I don't have a crew."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Crew's for life," he muttered. "Ye don't lose that sort of shit."

"Maybe you don't," Jay pressed, not wanting to hear anything else about how perfect shit was with Uma. "And that's great for you, Harry. Honestly, I'm glad. But Mal didn't want us anymore-"

"Of course she wants ye," Harry snapped. "You're hers. It doesn't matter how long it's been since ye've spoken, what ye have transcends that and ye fucking know it."

"Man," Aziz sighed, dragging a hand across his face. "You do not want to go down that path."

"He's upset that Mal picked you over him," Chad pointed out, making Harry startle, making Jay hold back a flinch because yes, he was hurt, but Harry asshole Hook was never supposed to learn about it.

And then Harry was rolling his eyes. "Fucking Evil, Jay, she could never pick me over ye. Ye were first. We might be the ones she occupies her time with now, but that doesn't change the fact that you're crew."

"Harry," Chad said, his voice sounding soft. "Mal loves us."

"Yes," Harry huffed. "And she also loves this fucking idiot whether she has sex with him or not."

"You're an idiot, Hook," Jay huffed, growing tired of this.

"Oh, I'm the idiot?" Harry snarled. "Mal's one of the greatest magic users in the land and ye didn't think to talk to her about this?"

"I think he was embarrassed," Chad offered. "He already thought she abandoned him. In his mind, it would just be proving that was a justified move if he went to her to talk about this."

"Do ye even see the way she looks at ye?" Harry asked.

"Do you even listen to yourself?" Jay countered. "Mal's dating you, not me. Mal ignored us, not you guys. She was so happy getting her treasure hoard of people that she completely shoved us to the wind, and that's supposed to be fine because we're operating by Auradon rules now, and anything I point out is just me being an asshole because Lonnie dumped me months ago, but it's not. Because no matter what happens she's always right and we're always wrong, and there's not a damn thing we can do to change her mind about it."

"Jay," Aziz said, his tone gentle, and that was enough to pull Jay's focus. "I know you have a hard time believing it sometimes, but Mal's just as fallible as you are. You seem to hold her up to a higher standard because you believe in her so much, which is probably what makes this hurt so pointedly, but she's just as capable of making mistakes as the next person. She got caught up in her new life and yeah, maybe she's still adjusting to Auradon even after being here for years, but you guys were the one thing she knew she could fall back on. The one constant she never had to worry about, and maybe that created a complacency that was aggravated by your loneliness but it was a mistake, not an intentional wound. I'm not even that close to her but I know that you three are some of the ones Mal treasures most in the entire world."

Jay wanted to object, but even now he could hear Mal at Chad's birthday party, asking what 'her favorite people' were up to. At the time, it had felt mocking.

It was hard to think she genuinely meant it, not when he hurt so much.

"Do you think you could talk to her?" Chad asked. "Talk to them?"

"I… maybe," Jay allowed. "Just- if I still have enough energy to accidentally summon someone from across the world on a whim, maybe I should work through my reserves some more first."

He didn't want to accidentally create a fiery inferno or something. And the magic came to him too easily to want to risk having emotional conversations with his crew.

"That's fair," Aziz said, his voice kind. "So are you sending Harry back, or…?"

"He's staying," Jay sighed.

"What?" Harry hissed. "Why?"

"Because you wouldn't keep your damn mouth shut and this is supposed to be a secret, that's why," Jay said. "So buckle in for the long run, Hook."

"That's fucking stupid," Harry hissed. "At least give me some real clothes."

"Sure," Jay said with a lazy wave of his hand, and Harry should have probably been less surprised when he ended up in a pink dress with a short, fluffy skirt.

"Asshole," Harry snapped, flushing a color not unsimilar to the bow pinned in his hair. "Ye think making me look stupid is hilarious, don't ye?"

"You don't look stupid," Chad urged. "You look super cute, like me and Aziz."

"What he said," Aziz offered with a nod of his head. "And um- you know, maybe you could switch my outfit back out of um- solidarity."

Jay didn't want to look into that because there was the implication that he might have broken Aziz enough to be used to this, so with a wave of his hand he gave Aziz a sexy schoolgirl outfit and decided his work was done for the afternoon.

"Who wants lunch?" he asked with a sigh, looking towards the ceiling in a minor fit of despair.

"I want noodles!" Chad chirped. "Hey, do you think we could practice Tourney later?"

"Sure," Jay said, figuring he could make a shadow clone of himself who could continue magic construction while he trained with the others to stay in shape.

"And maybe you could make Harry a fencing dummy or something," Chad continued while the first mate glared at his outfit, thigh high stockings materializing into view with pink, preppy heels.

"I hate all of ye," Harry said before Chad let out a wounded noise, which of course the first mate had to kiss better before the front of his skirt shrunk up, revealing a definite erection-

"We'll just leave you guys to it!" Aziz declared before he was dragging Jay back into the hall to the sound of Harry's embarrassed whine. "Well," Aziz said as they were walking away. "I suppose that's one way to deal with your issues."

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The problem was – as much as Harry insisted otherwise – the first mate seemed to greatly enjoy his new outfits. At the very least he seemed to frequently get worked up by them, which wasn't Jay's fault, and then sometimes he'd sputter and sometimes he'd get all bashful and a lot of times he and Chad would end up making out, and it honestly wasn't fair – but then again, when in life was?

"Harry," Chad murmured into the cantankerous first mate's dark locks. "You should just give Jay permission to ravish you with his magic like he does with Aziz."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Harry snapped with a flush, always one to be confrontational.

"You know," Aziz gasped from the wall he was leaning against, his panties seeming enchanted to work his length up and down in relentless teases. "Let the castle make you feel good."

Harry just sort of stared at him. "What?"

"Here," Chad sighed, nudging Harry into a chair. "Jay, could you make his seat vibrate, please?"

"Um… sure," Jay said, doing that because Chad had asked and being rewarded with a surprised sound from Harry later.

"Shit," the first mate cursed, his legs spreading reflexively wide. "Shit, shit."

"Like it?" Chad asked, carding a hand through his dark hair.

"N-No," Harry gasped despite the fact that his erection was definitely tenting the short material of his skirt.

"Oh." Chad blinked. "Jay, could you stop-"

"Don't," Harry hissed, and he proceeded to stay in the chair until he found his own release a few minutes later.

"So?" Chad prompted when the vibrations had died down, pushing up Harry's skirt and hooking a finger into the waistband of his panties before he dragged them down in a smooth motion to reveal the mess of Harry's length. "Did you like it?"

"It was um- fine," Harry gasped as Chad started cleaning him with his mouth then and there.

Just- Jay was pretty sure he wasn't the only one staring, was the thing.

"It's cool," Chad said when he noticed Jay and Aziz's gazes. "Harry likes putting on a show, and he would have told me to stop if he hadn't wanted you to see that."

"Oh," Jay said, learning all kinds of things about his ex-rival.

"Shit," Aziz gasped before he fell apart within the confines of his own clothes, and Jay let another plant materialize into existence so it could lick Aziz clean.

"So, do you want him to keep doing that?" Chad asked as he tucked Harry back into his panties. "Or stuff like it? Since you keep getting worked up?"

Harry flushed dark. "Maybe," he said.

"We'll play it by ear," Chad decided. "Hey Jay, could you give him new panties, please?"

And if Jay made the next set extra ruffly – well, that was his business and no one else's.

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Jay didn't need this in his life. He really just- it wasn't needed. He had no need.

It was bad enough training with Aziz and Chad, who insisted on wearing their dumb girly outfits while they ran through drills, but now on top of that Jay had the vision of Harry stupid Hook fighting off a training dummy in his peripherals, the mannequin enchanted to match his skill level while his dumb skirt kept flipping up. Which in itself should have just been hilarious, but then the mannequin's training sword had managed to cut a strategic slice right down the center of Harry's panties until his dick popped out, leaving him to squawk and flail until the mannequin swept an arm beneath his thighs and picked the first mate up in an effortless motion, coaxing Harry to rut against its stomach while it kept echoing out the phrase 'Bad girl, bad girl'.

Jay was pretty sure he wasn't the only one that stopped training, was his point.

"Huh," Chad said, cocking his head to the side as though memorizing the scene. "You okay, Harry?"

"I'm fine!" Harry snapped before falling apart with a broken croak.

The training mannequin made him work for his new pair of panties, wrapping itself around Harry's back so it could show him how to properly wield his 'sword' which was of course his dick, jerking him off until he came all over again.

"I can get it myself," Harry whined when the mannequin finally set him down on the bleachers, cutting off his old panties and sliding on new, bow-covered ones.

"Assistance requested," the mannequin simply replied, making a grand show of tucking Harry into his new set of underwear.

"This place is stupid," Harry would mutter while Jay got to work creating an appropriate set of locker rooms for the Tourney field he had just created. He'd already magiced himself clean, but Aziz and Chad liked to do things the old-fashioned way and were taking respective showers, Aziz confirming the existence of more enchanted hands as moans spilled from his stall.

"It's a necessary evil," Jay said with a shy flush as he finished a storage area and moved on to create a sauna. "I can try to stop the sex stuff from happening to you, though."

"It's not so bad," Harry muttered, ducking his head with a flush. "It sort of reminds me of Uma's magic."

Yep, right – Chad had mentioned something about her using sex magic. Figured Uma would be one to get frisky.

Jay cleared his throat, trying not to think about competent captains he had definitely lost out to. "In that case, want to test out the massage table?"

"What the fuck does that entail?" Harry asked, though he found out a few minutes later when the enchanted hands made a dedicated effort to feel up every inch of his body, smearing him with oil and teasing him thoroughly until he was a moaning mess beneath Jay's gaze.

Not that Jay looked at him all that often, but whenever he did Harry seemed to moan a bit louder like he was embarrassed by it, which wasn't helped by the large vibrator that seemed to be effortlessly guided in and out of him.

"I'm all oily and shit now," Harry muttered when it was finished, bare save for the slick splattered across his chest.

"Sounds like you need a bath," Jay said, which was all the warning Harry got before the process started all over again.

"Shit," Harry gasped when a squishy tube seemed to settle around his length, sucking on him with a pointed determination that had him falling apart in no time, his legs splayed wide like a promise, head falling back with bite-flushed lips parting in a moan.

With a vision like that, Jay almost didn't blame Mal for going after Harry. He was, after all, quite an enchanting sight. Prettier than Jay would ever be, at any rate.

-:-:-

"What's up with you?" Jay asked Aziz when they were working on yet another guest room, because Chad never ran out of ideas of those, and this one had a heart-shaped bed because why not make it difficult for them to get fitted sheets or whatever.

"What?" Aziz asked, the prince half-distracted from where Harry was getting teased in what Chad had dubbed the 'automatic closet', which was supposed to help people get dressed in a quick and efficient fashion and was now being used to cycle Harry through a mass of excessively girly outfits until he was straining hard against his panties, spitting curses when the hands brushed near but not against his groin as he was manipulated this way and that.

"You," Jay said, Chad lingering closer to the closet to give Harry moral support, which really just involved telling him how pretty he looked until Harry started to make a mess of the front of his panties. "You're being all… you know."

"I think he just feels a little sad," Chad offered over his shoulder. "Ever since Harry showed up your magic hasn't been playing with him as much."

"Aziz wouldn't be upset by that," Jay scoffed, swallowing down a cackle as the auto-closet chastised Harry for getting his panties wet again before slowly dragging that pair off him and changing him into a new set.

For whatever reason, that earned him more of Chad's attention. "Yes, he would. Aziz likes being cherished by our magic because your magic's part of you and he likes you."

"Chad," Aziz sighed, dragging a hand across his face. "Now's not the time."

"That isn't actually true, right?" Jay asked, turning his attention to Aziz despite Harry's latest squawk as new stockings were pulled onto his legs.

Aziz stared stubbornly at the floor. "…there might be some truth to it."

"Don't freak out," Chad said before Jay could respond to that. "He doesn't think he's good enough for you, Aziz."

"I'm getting the feeling that Jay doesn't think he's good enough for anyone," Aziz muttered. "That doesn't make it true." He slanted his gaze to the side, pinning Jay in place. "You're a hero."

"I'm an asshole," Jay pointed out, gesturing towards where the auto closet was tugging on the back of Harry's panties until they dug up between his cheeks like a thong.

Aziz shot him an unimpressed look. "An asshole wouldn't listen to Chad's suggestions or give a shit if he was looked after. In fact, an asshole wouldn't have looked after Chad because of his attachment to someone who he thinks isn't his friend anymore. An asshole wouldn't be worried about hurting us. Wouldn't worry about stealing our time." He turned to face Jay head on. "I know none of us could truly understand the toxic bullshit your father might have spilled to you, but he wasn't right, Jay. There isn't something fundamentally wrong with you."

"L-Listen to the fucking prince," Harry snapped, proving he was paying attention even as his dress was dragged off of him to make way for a lacey bralet. "You're the one that got Carlos on your crew. Ye looked out for him before Mal officially claimed him, protected him from Cruella when ye could despite getting the shit beaten out of ye by Jafar on the regular. Face it, Jay, deep down, you're fucking decent."

"You of all people should know why this, right now, supports my indecency," Jay huffed, watching as the closet felt up Harry's chest until his nipples started to pebble through the thin, lacy material.

"Fuckin- you're just catering to our kinks, ye asshole," Harry muttered as he was eased into another dress.

"Aw, Harry," Chad said, biting at his bottom lip worriedly. "You're not doing that thing where you want to be humiliated because you want us to think less of you, right? Because we won't do that."

"Fuck no," Aziz said. "We're wearing the same shit as you."

"Whatever," Harry muttered, flushing dark when the auto-closet tutted at him and dragged down the latest set of moist panties. "It's not like Jay doesn't already hate me anyway."

"I don't hate you," Jay muttered. "Mal likes you. Even if we're not crew right now, that u-… that matters."

"…oh," Harry said, seeming somewhat surprised by this confession.

The moment was the slightly shattered when the stupid closet put a diaper on him, seeming determined to contain the first mate's mess, and Jay was back to feeling embarrassed all over again.

"Fuck all of ye," Harry snapped, flushing dark when Chad fondled the frilly cover up that went over the diaper.

"Aw, Harry, don't feel bad," Chad soothed. "Now you can be as wet as you want."

And as though to guarantee this, Jay's magic curled in Harry's core with a distinct glow before Harry started moaning.

The rest of his day was spent in vibrating chairs and swing sets while Jay tried to distract himself with pleasing Aziz since the prince apparently wanted that, and later, Chad peeled the diaper off to reveal a proper mess of sexual fluids.

"Maybe we should use these at home, Harry," he said with a chirp, and the first mate's response was only to whimper, so…

Yeah, that was their evening.

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Endnotes:

Shadow clones are very much from Naruto but I'm lazy so we're just going to keep borrowing concepts from other fandoms.

Until next time :)