Merrgg… The skin on my nose is peeling off…. Eggghhhhhh…. Not fun… Very itchy…
Not The Life For Me – Kiss Me Again
Jack was woken by what sounded terrifyingly similar to an explosion. Jolting upright in bed, nearly screaming, for a moment he was back at home, in his own bed, hearing the attack of a band of pirates that were only there to steal gold. But he was not home.
Frowning, gasping each time another explosion happened, Jack tried to gather himself and remember where he was. The wooden walls looked… oh, right, he was in the captain's bedroom…
"Probably brought me here after I fell asleep," he grumbled, getting to his feet, jumping again at the impossibly loud bang of cannon fire. It was the raid wasn't it? Scowling, he walked out onto the deck to see. Sure enough, the ship was firing on the village they wanted to enter. Jack smiled as the villagers were fighting back- they had an army, if albeit a small one, and were firing cannons of their own.
Maybe he could jump down there and join their village. He hurried to the edge of the ship, but was thrown back when a cannon ball made contact with the ship. The tremor it sent knocked him to the ground. And the noise had been terrible! Covering his ears, Jack tried to get back up and get away, but was quickly battered by shrapnel. It hurt, feeling it hit him. Not too badly, but it still hurt.
Jack felt someone trip over him. He faintly heard them shouting as another cannon ball rocked the ship. So far only two hits from the village. And yet to Jack it felt like a million tiny earthquakes had ripped through his body.
He screamed as more shrapnel hit him, a larger piece actually piercing his skin near his stomach. Jack heard yelling after that. Lots and lots of yelling. He felt someone lifting him up- their arms were too big and too hairy to be Pitch's. Groaning in slight pain as they pulled the wooden splinter from his side, Jack kicked weakly to get back to his own feet.
The man dropped him back down on the captain's mattress. "Stay here!" he shouted gruffly, "I'm getting the captain!" And he rushed out of the room. Jack's ears were ringing so terribly with the constant explosion of cannons. He felt sick to his stomach.
Before Pitch even came into the room he vomited. If there was such a thing as sound sickness, he had it. The terrible noise was giving him a migraine and a horribly upset stomach. Groaning, he vomited again.
Pitch came in after that and was immediately asking Jack if he was alright. "No I'm not alright! What do you think?!" Jack shouted angrily back at him, kicking as he pushed him to the mattress. Both of them flinched slightly as the cannons continued, once with each burst of sound, but Pitch seemed much less affected by it. Jack looked like a head of lettuce his face was so green.
"Are you feeling ill?" Pitch asked as he tended to the wound on his belly.
"Make them stooooooop…" Jack moaned, clutching his gutt. God, it felt like someone was doing tumbles in his stomach. He was going to be sick again. Jumping forward, leaning over the bed, Jack once more emptied his stomach.
Pitch hushed him and lowered him back to the bed. "It's alright," an explosion, "it'll be over soon," a louder explosion, "just stay here… You're going to be fine," Jack groaned at another explosion. "I have to help the men. I'll be back for you… I promise…" Again the explosions.
Jack felt terribly ill. He hadn't felt this bad since the shark attack. And that was a completely different kind of bad. It was like his stomach was revolting. Groaning, he tried to hold in anything else he may spit up.
The firing went on for hours. By the end of it Jack was certain he had gone deaf. He could hardly hear his own moaning anymore.
Suddenly feeling gentle hands on his skin caused Jack to open his eyes. It was Pitch. Swallowing, Jack tried to ask him if it was over, but only managed another unhappy groan.
Lifting his head, Pitch smiled down a t Jack and whispered, "It's done, it's done… Come, I'm sure the village will have something to help your stomach…" Jack could hear him? How did that happen? He hadn't gone deaf in all that madness?
Pitch helped him to stand, not minding the way Jack did spit up more once he was upright, and began walking him out of his quarters. Once they were outside, Jack felt himself sighing at the soft swish of waves greeted his ears and not the roar of cannons. Who knew sounds could make you feel better?
Pitch walked him down what felt to Jack like a cliff it was so steep, and then Jack sighed again feeling grass beneath his bare feet. For the first time since his capture- grass. Jack smiled down at it.
"You're looking better," Pitch whispered, continuing to walk with him. Jack apparently hadn't noticed all the fire and smoke and blood and bodies. He was grateful for that.
"I love grass," Jack said, staring at the green earth. The spots of brown mud and spots of red didn't bother him. He was happy to see grass again. And not that godforsaken ocean or that damned ship.
He heard Pitch chuckle beside him. Jack still couldn't get over the fact that he was able to hear anything, but he heard him say, "Perhaps we'll have to grow you some onboard…" Pitch took Jack to the village's hospital, where surprisingly the village doctor was still alive. Jack stared at him in absolute wonder- it was another person. Another living person who wasn't a pirate or a betrayer.
Jack let go of Pitch and walked right up and hugged the man. "Finally…" he whispered, "Someone who could understand…" Pitch was pulling him away from the doctor and sitting him on a stool in the room, but Jack continued to smile at the doctor. He reminded him of a boy back in his hometown. They both had glasses and squirrely looking noses. He liked this man. He felt comfortable with him.
Jack heard yelling outside and Pitch had to leave for a moment to see what was wrong. The instant he left the doctor turned on Jack, thrusting at him with a syringe of some sort. Jack screamed with surprise, falling down.
"No, please!" he shouted.
The glaring man hissed darkly at him, fighting with Jack to poison him with whatever it was inside that needle, "You cur have murdered nearly everyone in my village! You have killed my son and my wife! And I will not heal you for this injury! I will kill you!"
Jack shrieked and kicked at him, his experience fighting with Pitch paying off. He knocked him back a bit, enough for Pitch to return and kick the man back completely. Jack saw him pointing a pistol at the doctor.
Screaming no, Jack jumped forward and put himself between them. Pitch looked furious.
"Jack," he gritted out coldly, eyes not leaving the teen's, "Move."
Shaking his head, Jack spat, "No! You've done enough to this man! He shouldn't have to suffer like I have! Leave him alone!"
Pitch blinked a few times, but the look of fury on his face did not falter. "He tried to kill you," he whispered.
"Because he thought I was one of you!" Jack argued, scowling at him, "And don't tell me I am, because we both know I'd rather die than join you!"
"I've taken care of you…" Pitch whispered, "Countless times I have cared for you… Yet here you show more kindness for a man who has tried to take your life than to me- who has saved it many times!" His whisper had turned into an angry yell. He looked more sad than hateful now, but Jack could hear the rage in his voice.
"You have taken my life!" Jack shouted, feeling an overwhelming sorrow grab hold of his heart, "You've taken me away from my family and kept me as your pet! How can I hate a man who has offered me the only chance of escape I have?!" Now Pitch looked heartbroken. But Jack didn't care. He was more broken. He had lost everything, all because this man was too greedy to just take him home. His desire was stronger than his humanity. And now Jack was stuck where he was.
Swallowing, the doctor now forgotten, Pitch whispered, "I love you… How…" he lowered the pistol he had been holding so tightly, "How can you… hurt me this way…?"
"I can because you have!" Jack yelled, angry that tears were falling from his eyes, "I can hurt you because you continue hurting me! Let me go and neither of us will have to suffer anymore!"
Now Pitch had fallen to his knees before him, his hands cupping Jack's face as he wiped away the teen's tears. The doctor had escaped long ago by now. "But without you, I will suffer," Pitch whispered, moving forward and kissing Jack's lips once.
"Without you, I will have nothing…" he kissed him again, moaning softly with his sorrow, "No form of happiness…"
"You have your daughter's memory…" Jack retorted, frowning as he was kissed again.
"Please…" Pitch whispered, moving closer again, brushing his lips over Jack's, "I want something real… Something to hold… and kiss… and love… Something that will love me back…"
He waited for the kiss. He waited as Jack whispered, "But I don't love you… And the more you make me stay, the more I hate you and the less likely I am to love you…" Pitch moaned.
"Jaaaaack…" he whispered just before pressing his lips into the teen's, rolling his tongue into the younger's mouth. Now Jack moaned softly, pushing himself away.
"Stop this," he whispered, pushing Pitch's chest, "You're setting yourself up to get hurt again…"
Pitch moved back in and kissed him again. "I love you," he said, licking Jack's lower lip, "I love you so very… very much…" And with another soft moan, he pushed his lips into Jack's again, licking his teeth and tonguing the boy.
"W… why do this to yourself?" Jack asked, turning his head away as Pitch continued trying to kiss him, "Why intentionally cause yourself this pain…?"
"Perhaps I love you too much to care how you hurt me," he whispered, licking Jack's neck. Jack gasped at the feeling of it- it was wet and slimy.
"Or… or maybe you're too stubborn…"
"Kiss me again Jack," Pitch said, "Kiss me again…" And surprisingly enough, Jack moved his head and allowed Pitch to slide his lips over his. He shouldn't have been letting him. He should have been fighting and biting and kicking. But even when they had been arguing just now it had felt different. Something had felt off… Pitch had saved him… It was true… He had saved his life from a man Jack thought he was safe trusting. Why had he begun yelling at him for that…?
Moaning softly as he was kissed, Jack let his hands, which were previously pressed against Pitch's chest to keep him distant, to slither around and pull the older male into him. He heard Pitch moan as he did this and his kissing became more needy.
Pulling his lips from the captain's Jack tried to tell him to stop as he continued kissing and licking at his jaw and his lips. "P-Pitch… Stop this…"
He felt him licking his neck. Moaning softly, Jack didn't understand why he was enjoying the slimy feeling. This was another man. Wasn't he supposed to be disgusted by his advances? Wasn't he supposed to kick and scream and bite at the invasive tongue like had done before? He couldn't actually feel…love for him- that was wrong! It was disgusting and a sin. He couldn't… He couldn't…! He…
"Kiss me," he whimpered, pulling Pitch's lips back up to his with a soft moan. Pitch sighed quietly against his lips and did just that. Their tongues danced for what felt like an eternity.
They only stopped when a pirate shouted something at the captain from the doorway. Gasping softly when their lips parted, Jack stared in shock at Pitch's face while he responded to the pirate. He… He had enjoyed that…! He had enjoyed that kiss! Swallowing, feeling himself shiver, Jack quickly pulled himself from Pitch's arms and stood away from him.
"Jack?" Pitch whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Biting his lower lip, Jack said, "D-don't touch me… I… I hate you… This… this doesn't change anything…" He heard Pitch gasp behind him. He couldn't bring himself to look. He was certain he had hurt him- and for the first time that upset him. He didn't want to see him.
Holding his hands against his arms, Jack began walking back to the ship, not looking at Pitch once the whole way. He walked down to his cell. And he sat there… and he cried…
Uh oh….! *snickers* Jackie's fallen! AND HE CAN'T GET UP- QUICK, CALL LIFE ALERT!
