Title: Pirate Honor

Author: rosemelody2

Pairing: Jack/Will

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Rape (not J/W)

Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. I am not making any profit off this.

Summary: Jack struggles with his inner demons about honor after one fateful day out at sea.

Chapter 1

I woke up and rolled over into the embrace of my lover, who was already awake and smiling at me. I yawned and slung my arm across his bare chest, smiling back and murmuring, "Mornin', luv."

"Sleep well?" he asked quietly, leaning over slightly to kiss my cheek.

I love this man. Everything about him, from the way he looks, the way he holds me, the way his body feels around my cock, to the way he so stubbornly refuses to admit when he's wrong – is perfect to me. I'd never given my heart to another person before, and I hadn't intended to out of fear of it being broken. Then I met Will Turner. I felt so happy and so complete with him that I have no trouble saying I'd give him the Pearl if he asked me to.

"Yes, I did," I replied, remembering how we'd made love last night – I entered him slowly, and then captured his mouth in a kiss and his cock in my hand while he moaned my name. Soon after, he tenderly lowered me down onto the bed, slid inside my body, and held me while we gently rocked together until we both climaxed.

I smiled again at the memory and rolled atop his body, lightly kissing him on the lips before I pulled away and said, "Let's go out on deck."

We dressed slowly, figuring out whose breeches were on the floor and whose were under the pillow, we cleaned up a bit in the basin of cold water I kept in the adjoining room, giggling like children as we poked at each other and raced up the stairs to the deck. The salty sea air hit me and the feeling of knowing I was 'home', so to speak, overwhelmed me. Will kissed me on the cheek before going to his morning duties and I wandered over to the helm, where Gibbs was holding my place for me at the wheel.

"Morning, Cap'n," the man said curtly, stepping away and letting me take the wheel in my hands. "Headings for today?"

I grinned and took out my compass. "Mr. Gibbs, have you heard of the…"

I paused, sensing the winds change. A moment later, I heard the unmistakable screech of Cotton's parrot as he squawked, "Enemy approaching! Enemy approaching!"

Not particularly worried, I reached for my scope and took a look at the oncoming ship. They already had the Jolly Roger raised, and I smiled.

"Pirates."

I looked away and raised my voice. "All hands on deck! Man the braces and rack the starboard oars! If they attack, let them have the long nines!"

My crew hastened to obey, Gibbs ran down to repeat my orders, and I soon found Will at my side, saying, "Do you know who they are?"

I thought for a moment, trying to remember if I'd seen the ship anywhere before. "Not sure, luv, but I think it'll be quite a battle."

As my men got ready, I raised the scope up to my eye and deducted that we had the same number of people, and that we'd be fairly matched. I scanned their deck, noticing that it was bigger than most, for their Captain. The Pirate Code said that you couldn't attack either Captain until both were present. So far, he'd decided to hide his face. I grew a bit uneasy.

"What is it?" Will asked me, seeming to know what I was thinking.

"The Captain's not out yet, and that can only mean one thing…" I said quietly, trying not to let my lover hear the unwanted worry in my voice. "They don't want to loot us, they want us all dead."

I felt him stiffen next to me before there was a commotion from both my crew and theirs. My blood ran cold as I saw around twenty more men step out onto their deck.

"There are twice as many men," Will gasped from beside me, watching them emerge and pull out their swords.

"Will," I said seriously, "You have to go down below and hide."

"No!" he cried, sounding outraged. "I can fight just as well as - if not better - than most of the men on this ship!"

"I can't be worried about you…" I trailed off, looking at the stubborn expression on his face.

"On deck, you scabardous dogs!" I yelled out, unsheathing my own sword and not taking my eyes off the ship now not 100 feet away from mine. "I'll not see the Black Pearl at the bottom of the ocean!"

Will turned to me and met my eyes worriedly. "Don't get hurt, alright?"

Protectiveness welled up inside me and I whispered back, "I won't, but only if you don't do anything stupid. Deal?"

He smiled and replied, "Deal."

Out of the corner of my eye, I finally saw the Captain come into view on the deck – a truly loathsome man; scarred face, leering smirk, and cold, cruel eyes the color of death. He was to be the one for me to deal with.

Both pirate crews swung over to the opposing ships on ropes, and there was instantaneous noise – the clashing of swords, the ring of gunshots, and yells of rage and pain.

Will was taken away to the stern of the Black Pearl's deck, engaged in a swordfight with an evil-looking man twice his size.

Suddenly, I saw a flash of silver to my right, and I quickly spun around to meet an oncoming blade with my sword. It was him – their Captain.

We began parrying, and I soon discovered he was a fierce competitor. He kept cornering me at the hull, somehow knowing that was my weak angle to duel. I lunged forward one final time, and before I knew what was happening, my sword had been ripped out of my hand and there was a dagger at my throat.

"Jack!" I heard Will scream, but I had no time to turn around to look for him before the Captain bellowed, "Get the crew tied up in the brig!"

Worried that we might've come to an end, I growled, "What do you want?"

The Captain turned me around so I could see everyone being led away into the brig; everyone except Will and his captors. I calculated our chances of escape. There were three guarding me, three guarding Will. Another five were on the deck, and still more were on his ship.

"Well, well, well…" the Captain murmured as he let go of me, and I found another dagger pressed against my neck. My eyes met Will's frightened gaze before the man continued, "What've ye got here?"

He walked towards my lover and blatantly looked at his body. "He's beautiful."

Will glared at him and spat at his feet, and I was proud. The Captain, however, only laughed and reached out, stroking the side of Will's face. I was overcome with such a wave of jealousy that I yelled out, "Get your filthy hands off him!"

I struggled against the men that were holding me, but they only tightened their grips on me and refused to let go. I began feeling afraid. What if they took Will…?

The Captain strolled forward and said, "You should put that pretty mouth to use, Sparrow."

"You bastard!" I screamed, trying to lunge forward so I could kill him with myself. Rough hands held me back. The dagger pressed harder against my neck.

He laughed and said, "If you want us not to… play with the boy, you'll do as you're told."

I froze in my tracks.

"Now kneel, Sparrow."

Feeling disgusted with myself, but knowing I had to do it or Will would die, I sank to my knees in front of the sickening man, being led by the knife that was held at my throat.

"Jack, no," Will pleaded, eyes wide and scared. He was viciously backhanded across the face by the Captain, and the small cry of pain that escaped his lips made me wish they were all dead.

"I'll do what you want, but don't touch him," I ordered quietly.

He stood in front of me and unbuckled his breeches, impatiently shoving them down low enough for his erection to be exposed. I looked away, feeling as if I'd throw up. He growled and put a gun to the side of my head.

"Suck it, whore," he almost laughed.

Angrily, I took his cock in my hand and leant forward. At the first touch of my lips against the leaking head, I shuddered and almost gagged, but forced myself to settle down before he noticed. I took the disgusting thing into my mouth and moved forward when I felt the barrel of the gun on my temple. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I closed my eyes, drying to drown out the sounds of pleasure emitting from him, but I couldn't. His hand fisted itself in my hair, and he roughly pushed me forward, which caused his cock to hit the back of my throat. I gagged loudly and pulled myself away from him to cough, using the chance to see if Will was still safe.

Blinding pain hit me and I saw stars in front of my eyes as he struck me on the back of the head with the butt of his gun. I cried out in pain, and he used that chance to shove himself back down my throat, forcefully ramming his cock in as far as he could. God, it felt horrible, and I couldn't use my hands to push him away because they were being held behind my back. I could barely breathe because he didn't give me enough time in between thrusts.

"Please stop," I heard Will call out, sounding terrified. "Don't hurt him…"

Even if I opened my eyes, I couldn't see my lover, so I kept them closed as I heard another violent punch being delivered to his face.

"You hear that, Sparrow?" he half-chuckled, half-moaned, not stopping his actions. "He's worried about you…"

A few more moments passed before he moaned loudly and I felt his hot sperm fill my throat. It tasted rancid, and I gagged again, wanting him to take his cock out of my mouth so I could throw up. However, he just kept pushing repeatedly and laughing at my muffled protests. He closed his hand over my nose, and I panicked, not being able to breathe, before he growled, "Swallow it like a good whore."

I could almost feel my blood boiling as I swallowed his seed against the contracting muscles of my throat. He pulled away from me and I immediately gasped for breath, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and spitting out the foul liquid that I hadn't managed to ingest.

I looked at Will, whose eyes were scared and tear-filled. I tried to look reassuring, but failed, as my legs weren't able to support my weight.

"Strip him, gents," the Captain ordered.

My eyes widened in terror. No. They weren't going to - ?

I was ruthlessly hauled to my feet, many hands grabbing at my body and ripping my clothes off me. I could swear that I'd never been more terrified in my life. They laughed when I was finally naked, and I wanted nothing more than to die. The sheer humiliation of the entire act was enough to make my eyes tear up, and I looked down before they noticed, though I was sure the ones holding me could feel me shaking. If only my crew could see me now, their fearless Captain Sparrow, now naked and trembling at the mercy of opposing pirates.

"No! Jack!" Will yelled again, hopelessly fighting against the men holding him.

"Do what you want," I heard their Captain laugh. Instantly, they grabbed me again and forced me to lean over a large barrel. I hung my head, too terrified to move.

"The boy will watch," someone laughed. "I wanna see the expression on his face."

Anger and fear embedded themselves in my veins. Being raped was cruel enough, but forcing someone as innocent as Will to witness it was unforgivable.

"Don't make him watch," I said through clenched teeth. "Or by god, I'll rip out your intestines and shove them down your throats."

"You're in no position to give orders, Sparrow," the Captain laughed. He paused. "Go ahead, men."

I began struggling ferociously as I felt them bind my hands together at the small of my back. Someone hit me on the back of my head again, and I had no choice but to stop moving my arms.

Suddenly, large and roughened hands spread my cheeks apart. I instantly felt something hard and blunt press and my entrance, and I closed my eyes just as he rammed into me.

"AHH!"

I'd never known such pain in my entire life. If felt as if a sword and been thrust into me, and then sliced through the skin to get as deep as it could before it went back out.

And I'd never known I could scream that loud. There was no doubt that if Davy Jones was underwater on the Dutchman, he could have heard me.

I screamed through clenched teeth, tears freely streaming from my eyes as I was roughly pounded against the barrel, the man behind me grunting incessantly as he raped me harder and harder until I finally felt him come deep inside my body. I let my head drop slightly as he pulled out of me and I gasped, trying to catch my breath as the afterwaves of anguish coursed through me. Faintly, I could hear Will crying my name out amidst laughter and jeering. I turned my head slightly and managed to see through my tears – he was still being held back, though he looked so terrified that I figured he'd drop to the floor if they did let him go.

I sensed movement behind me, and then the strong smell of leather. Something swished and I knew that they had a Bo'sun's whip with them. I shuddered again.

Abruptly, I was being forced open again by something else… no… the handle of the whip?

A long groan escaped my throat as the thing was thrust inside me. I knew I'd been ripped beyond measure, if the blood sliding down my thighs was any indication. "Aaahh… stop…" was all that could come out of my mouth.

It felt as if the thing was breaching deep into me, piercing my heart.

"Jack!" my lover screamed again, but I couldn't look at him. The pain ripping through me was causing me to slowly black out, and I prayed to the heavens to just let me die.

"Please," I sobbed as the handle was shoved in deeper. "Please…"

Darkness was beginning to surround me. Hazily, I could hear someone shouting, "Let's get out of here or they'll open fire on both of us!"

The whip was ripped out of my body, and I fell onto the deck, shaking and barely breathing. I opened my eyes in time to see every pirate swing over to their ship, and Will hurrying towards me, tears sliding down his face.

"Jack! Oh, Jack," he cried out, putting his arms around my bare shoulders and pulling me up slightly. He cupped my face in his hands and cried out, "Look at me, Jack!"

I couldn't. Darkness seemed to fade in and out of my vision, and I fought to keep my eyes clear so I could look at my lover. I gasped for breath and wildly looked around.

"Stay with me," he murmured, placing one strong hand on the back of my head to keep me level with him.

I managed to take a breath and murmur, "Sorry…" before I coughed and felt some blood trickle out of my mouth.

He let out a choked sob and put my head in his lap, promising, "You'll be okay, Jack…"

I began shaking in pain again, accompanied by cold, and Will saw this, for he reached over and grabbed my coat, which had fallen to the floor when they ripped it off me. He arranged it on my body so that it covered my pelvis and chest, and I was beyond grateful for it because the humiliation of what'd happened really made me want to throw myself to the sharks.

At a sharp throb of pain in my side, I began to black out again, and all I heard was Will cry out, "I love you," before I finally passed out.