Hornigold twitched beneath Ed's feet as he sat on the dying man's desk. He looked from Izzy to Jack, both splattered in gore.
"Can only pick one of you," he said. "Best figure it out."
"We can't fight!" Jack turned to Izzy–"Tell Ed we ain't fightin'."
Izzy's bare fingers brushed the hilt of his sword.
Jack's face fell. "Babygirl?"
"Could have a fuck-off," Ed said, amused. "Last man coming wins."
"Nah." Jack threw his axe to the boards at Izzy's feet. "I'm gonna fuck off. Alone." Jack plucked up Hornigold's whip, dragging it as he left, a tail between his legs.
"Thought you were Jack's man," Ed murmured, crooking one finger.
Izzy heard; obeyed. "Never been anyone's but yours."
Ed smirked as he pulled out his cock. "Go on, Iz. Mount it like the dog you are."
For all Jack loved him, he couldn't hurt Izzy like he needed, like Ed was too willing to do. Ed made him beg to bleed and then thank him for the wound.
When Izzy came, Ed whispered in his ear, "I win."