A/N: First fanfic, so here we go, idea I was tossing around, warning mxm will develop so if you don't like that..sorry, this isn't your story. I'm gonna try my best, so constructive critiques, eh? No too harsh of insults? Thanks, lovelies, story time! ;
Faint sheen of sweet, soft mews of pleasure and contentment, moans and groans released in the heat of the moment, tongues passionately entwining. Fingers running through hair, sharp gasps and intakes of breath, waves of pleasure washing over the two forms one after the next. Bodies grinding orgasmically together, tangled limbs, and twisted sheets. Flesh on flesh, lips on lips, eyes shut tight. The climax, too, was gone.
What happened was essential, crucial. Step one in their difficult journey of breaking free. Burried underneath several thick layers of pigheadedness and denial, true feelings lie. Following your heart over your mind and way of life can prove difficult though. For that time, that one time….those layers were stripped away, hearts and bodies able to roam free. Now once more the feelings were caged, and hidden, even from those holding the key.
All of the night's happenings were erased from both parties memory, replaced with a blurred recollection, throbbing headache, and nauseous feeling in the pit of Will's stomach. Dark chocolaty brown eyes opened up to gaze at the ceiling, though he quickly shut them, slapping a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples with an audible groan. The bright light filling the room, or rather cabin, was too bright, and rather painful, for him. He tried once more, opening his eyes slowly as he sat up, sheet falling from around his waist, he jumped slightly. Where did his clothes go? What happened last night? Where was he?
The place looked, strange, yet oddly familiar in a sense of sorts. Like he'd been here before but couldn't place it. When he looked to where his partner in bed should lay, there was no form there, just an empty mattress. He hunted for his clothes, and then got dressed. When he reached the door, it hit him. He was in Jack's cabin. But…how could that be? No, it had to be a mistake. When he was at the tavern he merely got drunk, and brought a girl back with him. Nothing strange about that. Then why did he still feel sick to his stomach? Will's head was spinning, but he knew he would not say a word of this to Jack, especially not when he didn't know what happened himself, but from his tender behind, he could very well guess, he leaned over the rail of the ship, spilling the contents of his stomach into the ocean below, before entering his first mate's quarters.
He collapsed on his bed, mumbling something about Elizabeth to himself, eyes closed once more as he tried to think back to the night before and sort out all the pieces to the jigsaw puzzle. How could he do this to Elizabeth? Poor Miss Swan…then he sat up, taking off his boots and chucking them at the wall, sighing again. Elizabeth was gone; he'd have to come to terms with that. This….Jack thing, a whole new issue that was just going to have to wait. Besides, if Jack didn't know, he could ignore it right?
With a sigh, he curled up, and closed his eyes, hoping a few more hours of sleep would drive his headache away. But his dreams weren't of sugar plum fairies, they were haunting nightmares, taking him back to places he'd rather forget, the sleep not being his escape he wished.
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth!" He shouted, running to get to her, but finding himself held back. "Will!" She gasped, but black tendrils of fog surrounded her, pulling her under the oceans depths. Then a baby, screaming crying, kicking and flailing. Will desperately tried to hush the child, only to find the baby turned into a monster, cackling evilly as it jumped from Will, reigning havoc.
Of course, it was only a nightmare, and a startled Will awoke a few hours later to the pounding of the door. He almost preferred the illusion brought on by slumber to what really happened. "Come in!" He cried, voice hoarse. "Sleep well?" A voice mocked, as a snickering girl with dark skin and long black hair entered the room. "You guys weren't entirely quiet you know, granted the other members didn't pick up on it entirely…care for me to fill them in Turner?" His eyes widened. "No. that won't be necessary…what do you want from me?" "Just listen, lend me an ear…." she said, glancing at the door, locking it then sitting down next to him, and began whispering in a hushed tone.