A/N: This is my attempt on a Male Sparrow/ Reaver coupling. It's rated mature for future sexual scenes (surprise right?) and extreme language. I just love the idea of that couple so I had to make my own attempt. Please read and review.

Chapter One: The beginning

"What the hell am I doing here?" Sparrow sighed as the ocean wind brushed past his face. His young assistant Darrin pulled his hat tighter to his head in fear of it flying into the sea. It didn't bother Sparrow. He loved the feeling of the ocean air sweeping through his hair and Avo knew he never fixed it. His thick chocolate brown hair always looked like he had just rolled out of bed which in most cases was true. He just never bothered with it and he kind of liked the way it looked sticking up all over the place. He was considering growing his hair out though so maybe he should start taking better care of it. They stepped onto the docks and Sparrow huffed again. He approved of Bloodstone to an extent but if you stayed there to long the smell of stale beer and whore perfume became overpowering . After his events at the Spire and he finally avenged his sisters death he came up with enough money to buy almost every house or business in Albion so when it came time to collect on his debts he'd have to travel to every town to get his gold. With Darrin's help though he managed to get it all done in half the time. Not that he needed to, he had more gold then he knew what to do with.

"Don't be that way Sparrow." Darrin chimed in, with his happy go lucky voice. Darrin grew up as a farmer so all the traveling was still very exciting to him. "We will only be here for a little while. I'm sure we could have some sort of fun while were here." Darrin smiled. His grey eyes locking onto Sparrow's emerald ones. Sparrow smiled despite himself. It was hard to be in a bad mood when Darrin was around.

"Forgive me Darrin. I just find a lot of bad memories associated with this place." Sparrow explained and began to walk into the town. Most of the ground was paved in cobblestone which made an echoing sound anytime his boots met the ground. Memories indeed flooded his mind. Killing a banshee in the very spot he now stood, and worst of all racing back to Bloodstone Manor after letting that helpless girl wither away to an old woman so he could save his own youth. Reaver had tricked him and he never even got to exact his revenge on him. Because of him Sparrow had committed the greatest sin of his life. He would never forgive himself or Reaver for that.

"Then we will make new fond ones together." Darrin said giving his back a hard slap. Sparrow smiled. Especially when he saw the boys eyes widen to giant orbs when he saw some of the whores leaning against the pub and how provocatively they were dressed. Darrin was only eighteen years old so his experiences were probably limited.

"Not worth it my friend." Sparrow warned with a smirk. "I don't want to imagine what diseases you would get and half the time their pimps end up mugging you." Darrin raised an eyebrow.

"You speak from experience?"

"Not at all, but having to stay at the pub, you hear many, many things that are regrettable." Sparrow repressed a disgusted shiver. Time for business. Get the gold and get out. He turned his attention back to Darrin. "Hit every house in that direction and I will go the opposite way and we'll meet in the middle." Sparrow instructed and Darrin obediently turned on his heel to follow his orders. A thought occurred to Sparrow and he quickly stopped him by grabbing his jacket collar and pulling him back. He removed one of his pistols from it's holster and handed it to Darrin who looked at him confused and suddenly nervous.

"Just incase." Sparrow said in a serious tone. Leaving his stunned assistant to examine the pistol. He'd never had, had to use one before. The people of Bloodstone were lawless and brutal. None would dare stand against him, but Darrin resembled a toothpick walking around with clothes on. Normally he'd accompany him in Bloodstone knowing this but he was eager to get home and out of this cursed town. He just had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something was wrong. To make matters worse it started raining and he didn't have so much as a hood or hat to shield him from the icy beads beating down on him. He grunted and continued his path. Everyone he passed sent him disapproving or hateful looks which he returned ten fold to them. Which made the cowards wince or quickly look away. Of course the deviant's there saw him as a prude or snob since he didn't indulge himself in sex with random people or act like a drunken slob in public. He could care less what those people thought of him. After a couple of hours he managed to get most of his gold from the horrid city and now only the manor was left on his route.

He had rented it out to this nice family who could get some good out of it since they had four children in their teens. He considered living their himself for a short period of time but after a few nights alone in such a big house he decided against it. At least now a family could get some decent use out of it and seeing there old two bedroom house he knew they needed the room. He walked past the garden and up the stone steps. Still feeling a little anxious in the familiar area but he ignored it. He was about to knock on the front door but before his fist hit the wooden door it swung open. Sparrow's eyes widened and that fabled rage burned through him. Reaver himself was standing in the doorway.

When he looked up and when their eyes met both men instinctively reached for their pistols. The look on their faces clearly showing that neither heroes were expecting to see one another. Sparrow paused when he saw Reaver's hand hover above his Dragonstomper but not draw it. Sparrow considered wiping the smug look off of his face but after he glanced past Reaver and in the door way he noticed a handful of pirates inside the mansion. Looking around to see what had stalled their captain. Sparrow narrowed his eyes and grinded his teeth. Best to keep things peaceful for now if he could keep it that way. When the hell did he get back? Reaver was the first to regain his composure.

"Ah, Sparrow. What a pleasant surprise to see you here." Reaver said. His hand like Sparrow's remained close to his pistol. Sparrow ignored him. That voice alone made him angry. So pompous and condescending.

"Reaver. You've returned to Albion. Did I miss the parade?" Sparrow asked with his voice laced with sarcasm. He decided to take a few steps backwards, away from the pirate to lean casually against the stone stair way. Just to show how unafraid he was of the hero's legendary aim and speed. Not caring that he was now being assaulted by the rain from the storm clouds above again. Avo, he hoped he'd try to kill him. Just the excuse he needed to end the bastards life. Reaver chuckled.

"My welcome back was warm if that's your meaning. Samarkand turned out to be a bit of a disappointment and I started to long for my little coastal paradise." Reaver elaborated.

"Pity." Sparrow stated. Clearly un amused. Reaver chuckled again at Sparrow's obvious frustration. His sea blue eyes began to look Sparrow up and down. He had been gone four years but looking at Albion's hero you would think a day hadn't gone by. He looked almost exactly the same. A youthful face with stern and brilliant green eyes, strong jaw, high cheeks bones. His skin was bronzed by all his adventures under the sun's harsh rays but it still looked smooth and inviting. He never really noticed how attractive Sparrow was before since he had seen him as merely a pawn to be used then thrown away when convenient. He especially admired how muscular and tone he was. He had seen first hand how much power and strength came from behind those muscles. Sparrow was not to be taken lightly again.

"I say Sparrow you haven't aged a day since out last encounter. Not keeping any dirty secrets now are we?" Reaver smirked knowing the statement would strike a nerve but how he liked watching those emerald beauties burn.

"Can't say I do. Some of us aren't cowards that are willing to sacrifice hundreds, for our youth and well being." Sparrow bit back. Sparrow smiled when he saw Reaver's oh so perfect face flicker with fury just for a brief second. Sparrow gave him credit, he was good at keeping his composure. Because of the Shadow Court and his constant sacrifices was how Reaver kept his youth. That's why he looked the same. Sparrow had to admit Reaver was a good looking man, but losing the lives of countless people over the years was hardly worth it. Reaver was a few inches taller then him, and his dark brown near black hair was swept to the side and not a single strand was out of place. His skin was a pale creamy color and his skin was flawless save a beauty mark underneath his left eye. He was more lean then broad and he was no where near as built as Sparrow. Then again when one relied solely on firearms what would you expect? Sparrow did like how blue his eyes were even though they were dancing with venom.

"Your right, sacrificing one is much more noble." Reaver said and Sparrow felt the guilt pump through him again. Reaver's smiling face made it all the more worse.

"You lied to me! I had no other choice!" Sparrow yelled at the top of his lungs. Not sure who he was trying to convince more, himself or Reaver. Not a day passed that he didn't think about that girl who was probably long gone by now. A crack of lightning flashed behind him illuminating area for a second. A roar of thunder followed. Sparrow's eyes darted to the road to try and look for Darrin who should be there by now but he hadn't seen him. If they didn't hurry, with this weather they would be stuck in Bloodstone, and with the pirate there it was something Sparrow wanted to avoid. Reaver tsked mockingly.

"Now, now Sparrow, surely you are above holding such tedious grudges. I know I have moved past you dragging me into your "saving the world" crusade. So let us put the whole unfortunate incident behind us, no?"

Sparrow would have replied with another snide remark but the a thought crossed his mind. If Reaver was here…

"What happened to the family that was living here?" Sparrow asked. Inching his way closer to Reaver. Now he could see Reaver's lackeys standing right inside the door way. Reaver's smile grew.

"Oh they decided it best to take up residency somewhere else. Very gracious of them really."

Sparrow remembered the nasty letter that clung to the deed to the manor when he purchased it. A letter that vowed that Reaver would kill anyone who bought this mansion when he returned. Sparrow knew Reaver was full of hot air and disregarded the letter, but the people he rented it out to were defenseless against the pirate. Lord knows what he could have done to them.

"That best be true Reaver." Sparrow warned and Reaver tilted his head in curiosity. "Or else…?" he asked and with anger clouding his judgment Sparrow drew his clockwork pistol but before he could bring it to eye level Reaver already had his Dragonstomper pointed at his head. Damn that man. Hero of skill was a title well earned.

"Easy Sparrow. I wouldn't want to kill Albion's greatest hero. What a waste that would be." Reaver smirked. Deciding he thoroughly enjoyed the way Sparrow looked at him in hatred. "Besides, who would protect us from all the beasties out there?" Reaver taunted. Sparrow wanted nothing more then to rip his throat out but with Reaver's gun pointed at him there was little he could do. Reaver took this time to look Sparrow up and down once more. What a wonderful specimen of a man. Even though he wore pauper clothing which was kind of sickening. He knew full and well that Sparrow had a hefty amount of gold for all his investments yet he still chose to dress like the common folk anyway. Reaver's eyes stopped on the opening in his blue shirt that had a couple buttons unfastened revealing his muscular chest. He watched a rain drop roll past Sparrow's neck and down his chest and he had to refrain himself from licking his lips. Now he was kind of grateful that Sparrow had chosen to keep his beautiful features if for no other reason, now he had a chance to enjoy them for himself.

"So you gonna shoot me Reaver? Or just stare at me." Sparrow said interrupting Reaver's appreciation. How rude. Having Reaver's eyes on him for that long made him extremely uncomfortable and he didn't care for the new gleam in his eyes when they met again.

"I'm sorry dear, would you prefer I shoot you? I'd hate to bore you." Reaver smiled. Now Darrin's voice was heard from behind him. He was yelling over the heavy rainfall and thunder and Sparrow almost screamed in anguish. Great. Now Reaver had more leverage over him. Reaver's eyes darted to the boy running up the stairs who was clearly to concerned with the rain to notice his mentor was being held at gun point. When he made it up the stairs he stood next to Sparrow.

"Sparrow I got the gold! We should probably get to shelter before this bloody storm washes us away huh!" Darrin shouted. His hat had blown away in the wind and his short blonde hair was now stuck to his forehead and he was visibly shivering. He examined Sparrow whose eyes never left Reaver's. Darrin followed his train of sight and jumped back, startled to see a man with a gun only a few inches away from Sparrow.

"Uh…am I interrupting something?" Darrin whispered timidly. Sparrow gave him a warning look to stay quiet and still. He moved a little so that he was standing in front of him. Enough to block him from one of Reaver's bullets if need be. When he turned his eyes back to the pirate he looked amused.

"Whose this Sparrow?" Reaver asked with fake interest. Darrin gulped and felt his heart pound in his chest since Reaver had yet to put down his gun. Sparrow spoke for him.

"Darrin, he's my assistant."

"Ah, he's your slave. Not a bad choice, I must say." Reaver said noticing the boy looked to startled to be an adventurer, so what uses could Sparrow have for him? He smiled at that thought.

"Assistant. I don't have slaves." Sparrow said bitterly. Not wanting to know what horrible abuse Reaver put his servants through.

"Oh, but you should. They are much more obedient and have to do everything you tell them to do rather they like it or not. Of course the lack of pay is an added bonus." Reaver said lowering his pistol but keeping it in hand. He took steps toward Darrin which made him all the more nervous. Sparrow tensed as well. He stopped when he was standing directly in front of him. Giving him a quick look up and down. Sinister smile taking over his face.

"Oh yes I could have a lot of fun with this one." Reaver stated and reached out to stroke Darrin's cheek and as soon as his cold fingers touched his skin he jerked away and Sparrow stood directly in front of him this time. Leaving only a few inches between himself and Reaver. Gun in hand or not, he was getting rather tired of Reaver's games.

"A bit to scrawny for my preference however." Reaver finished and eyes darted back to Sparrow with a grin. Sparrow folded his arms over his chest.

"Is there something I can assist you with Reaver? I am a very busy man and quite frankly I am sick of getting wet." Sparrow said and that made Reaver think for a moment.

"Actually there is something you can assist me with Sparrow dearest. Since your in town why not attend my party tomorrow night? I could always use a man of your renown in my company." Reaver said and with a twirl of his pistol it was placed back into it's holster. Sparrow raised an eyebrow. That was not what he was expecting and he was a little taken a back.

"Why?" Sparrow asked cautiously and Reaver shrugged.

"Why not? Call it a peace offering if you will. A never ending battle between heroes is a little cliché wouldn't you agree? Besides life is to short for such things, so come drink my wine, eat my food and enjoy all that myself and guests have to offer you." Reaver smiled and Sparrow had to close his eyes to stop from rolling them.

"I had no intention of lingering Reaver." Sparrow said shortly. Reaver stepped under the roof to shield himself from the rain. He'd have to change immediately now since he was drenched though he noticed that Sparrow's shirt was now clinging to him and with his coat unbuttoned he could make out every chiseled ab muscle he had hidden underneath his clothes. Mmm.

"Well, no ship will take you now and I assume your little friend couldn't last five minutes traveling through Wraithmarsh. Seems your stuck here for a little while at least. I will inform my staff to expect you around six, tatty bye!" Reaver said and with a quick wave he was inside the manor with the door closed and locked behind him.

Sparrow huffed and ran down the staircase with Darrin on his heels. Just like him to assume he would be coming even with his refusal. Amazing how that man could get under his skin. Darrin had to run to keep up with Sparrows pace at this point. He rushed inside the Leper's Arm, and without saying a word tossed a small bag of gold to the bar keep and grabbed a key hanging on the rack behind the counter. Ignoring all the drunken idiots down stairs. He found the key's matching door and ran inside, once Darrin was in he locked it. Throwing the tiny key on the bed in frustration. Luckily the room had two beds, because in his hurry he had forgotten to ask for a room with two. Though they might as well sleep on the floor because both beds were broken and it was like sleeping on concrete. The rooms there were always dreadful. Everything was either cheap or broken and half the walls paint was chipping off. Not to mention every floor board creaked. He removed his coat and let it drop to the floor with a slick crump sound. He removed his shirt next and pulled a towel out of his bag.

"Who the hell was that creep?" Darrin asked with his back to Sparrow since he had begun disrobing his wet clothes as well.

"That is a long and annoying story." Sparrow answered. Not wanting to talk about, or even think about Reaver anymore. Even with his pants still damp he hopped on the bed to rest his aching feet.

"Well whoever he is, I don't like him." Darrin said stating his two cents. He couldn't believe anyone would have the gall to hold a gun to Sparrow.

"Don't worry, Avo willing we will leave first thing in the morning." Sparrow answered and closed his eyes. Wanting to fall asleep so that moment came sooner. Though his mind did travel back to Reaver as he laid there. He had a point, what use was it in them fighting? It wouldn't change what he had done and as they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Maybe he should humor the idea of being on friendly terms with Reaver. It would be easier to check up on him and make sure he wasn't doing anything to villainous without conflict. Then again he wondered why he could even consider being in the same room with the fiend longer then he had to. He sighed loudly.

"What the hell am I doing here?" he asked again before finally drifting off to sleep. Wondering what exactly tomorrow had in store for him.