A heads up from the author (i.e., me): I would like to think by now its clear I don't own the characters and whatnot. Just the plot. And I hope I didn't anger anyone too badly with that devious (I really like this word btw) little cliffhanger in the last chapter. It was just too good to pass up

Will was one angry puppy, to put things bluntly. Everything he'd done for Jack of late, and he was dropped, for food. He didn't have a big ego, everyone knew that, but he would have thought maybe Jack would prefer to spend some time in the cabin, or the holds, or anywhere really, instead of filling his stomach. Although truth be told, he was hungry himself.

His stomach growled.

Maybe really, really hungry.

Bootstrap looked confusedly between his former captain and his current one. Will was viscously attacking the food on his plate, and Jack was grinning curiously, one hand occasionally checking his pocket. Neither was speaking to each other. Will rubbed unconsciously at his neck, where Jack had bitten him earlier. Another scar to add to his ever-growing collection of them. Jack chuckled quietly, hiding it with a fake cough as his whelp glared at him.

Jack hung around at the table after Will had gone to bed. He doubted very much that the lad would be sleeping. He didn't intend on making him so mad, but it was amusing to say the least. Besides, he thought, running the length of rope through his hands, once he got a hold of Will, the lad wouldn't be angry anymore. He'd be far from it in fact. He was so caught up in his own little devious daydream; he didn't notice Bootstrap looming over him at first.

"Jack, what did you do to piss Will off?"

"Nothing Bill. I swear," Jack answered, trying very hard to seem innocent. The trouble was, nothing Jack did or said was ever innocent. So his 'innocent' look was anything but. He looked more like he was up to something, smirking at the very thought.

Bootstrap was forced to believe Jack, much against his will. He trusted Jack wouldn't intentionally hurt Will, and would instead make Will far from angry at him.

Jack snuck along to the captain's cabin, keeping as quiet as possible. He pushed the door open slowly, so it wouldn't creak. His whole plan would be ruined it Will heard him. In the faint light, he saw Will's figure lying on the bed, on his back, sleeping. Apparently being mad at Jack took a lot out of him.

Shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at his own cleverness, Jack slipped his clothes off, including his bandanna, leaving them in a pile by the door. Ever so carefully, he lifted Will's arms so they were up by the headboard, and knotted the rope around them and tied them tight around the wood.

Will leapt up, looking around. He focused on Jack, and his brown eyes narrowed to slits.

"You are going to be so sorry Jack Sparrow when I get my hands on you!" he snarled, lunging forward, only to be stopped by the ropes. "Untie me Sparrow! Now!"

"I don't think so whelp. See, if I do that, harm might come to meself, and you'd be left here tied, all by yourself. Not a very appealing prospect," Jack sat atop Will. Will didn't like that thought, but continued to look pure fury at Jack, who smirked back, unconcerned.

"Now, I need to pay you back for this morning, and for leaving you in such a state earlier in the hold," Jack whispered into Will's ear. He sat back to find Will looking confused. "What's the matter whelp? Did I talk too fast for you?" he teased.

"No, I'm just trying to figure out why you bound me to the headboard."

"It works to my advantage," Jack shrugged.

"But not mine? Come one Jack, let me go," Will turned his melting chocolate eyes to Jack, looking through his lashes and pouting. Jack laughed at his efforts, "You certainly know how to use what you got against me. Tryin' to use yer looks to get what yeh want."

"I don't suppose it worked?" Will asked, straining at the ropes. "No, now quit twistin' about, yeh'll cut your pretty wrists, and I'll not have you bleedin' to death on me." "I can't die Jack." "I still don't want blood everywhere. It's so hard to clean out."

Jack pushed Will so he was laying back all the way with his arms stretched above him. He leaned in, kissing him, licking along his lower lip. Will let out his breath in a sigh, thoroughly enjoying the attention. Though he was going to have terrible cramps in his arms and cuts on his wrists later, he didn't care. He would heal.

Keeping eye contact with him all the while, Jack licked a thick line down Will's chest. Will shivered, the rope carving into the tender flesh of his wrists. He wasn't bleeding, but he was rubbed raw. He figured Jack would pay him back exactly for that morning, and nothing more. He found out he was wrong, when Jack ignored his erection laying against his stomach. He whimpered low in his throat, full of need. Jack wasn't being fair, again. He lifted Will's legs and licked gently up his entrance. Will bucked up, a squeak escaping his lips.

Jack pulled his head away, and crouched on his knees, holding Will's hips as tight as the whelp had held his. In fact, he had bruises, dark purple on his hips. He felt he deserved a little payback. Will was looking at him through almost closed eyes, his breath fluttering out. Jack held himself ready, only a fine trembling in his arms betraying how much of an effort it was not to have at Will with wild abandon.

"Jack, while I realize you find me incredibly attractive, if you aren't in me soon, I will personally throw you in the brig for a month!" Will cried, his eyes shut and a bright flush creeping up his face. Jack bit his lip to keep from laughing. Will demanding was very funny, as he was embarrassed over half of what he said. But he was more than willing to oblige. Since he didn't want to end up in the brig for a month. He would most likely end up in the fetal position, begging for rum and Will a week in. He just wasn't sure which he would want more. And now was not the time to be thinking it over.

With one swift movement, Jack plunged into Will, a little shudder running through both of them. He slid out, and thrust back in, making Will arch up. "Oh! Oh god Jack!" he mumbled. He gripped the rope around his wrists, for something to hang on to. Jack had a handful of Will's curls, tilting his head back. He leaned forward, sucking on Will's throat, the lad's pulse jumping against his lips. He bit him, drawing tiny droplets of blood. Will gasped, but it was not at the pain. That was lost in the orgasmic rush of pleasure that took him over, sending him straining against the ropes, Jack, everything, his mouth open in a loud, wordless yell that was only drowned out by Jack's.

Will collapsed boneless to the mattress, his arms still tied. He could only hear his heart beat, thudding far back in the cabin, and Jack's breathing in his ear. And then the snick of a blade cutting through the ropes. His arms fell onto Jack's back, which was slick with sweat. Jack pushed himself up slightly, "Still going to kill me lad?" He flashed Will a grin. "I don't have the energy. I'll kill you after I sleep," Will snuggled under the thin sheets on the bed. "Was I too much for you?" Jack snickered. "Damn near," Will yawned. Jack snorted, and rested his head on Will's shoulder, letting himself be wrapped in post sex warmth and content exhaustion. "My whelp," he murmured.

They were quiet, but not quite asleep. "Is there another wake up call in the morning like this one?" Jack asked after a while.

"No."

"Damn. Please?"

"I said no Jack. Only if I get another genius idea," Will sighed.

"So never then?"

Will elbowed him in the stomach, not hard but enough to get his point across. More silence, then, "D'you know, I learned how to give a wake up call like that from Elizabeth?"

Jack sat up, peering down at Will. "From Lizzie? No!" he exclaimed. Will rolled over, propping himself on one elbow, "Yea, right after the great battle, on that island." "Didn't think she, ah, had it in 'er," Jack laughed at his own joke. "Does everything have to be an innuendo or double entendre with you Sparrow?" Will laid back down. Jack stifled more laughter. "What is it this time?" Will sighed.

"Innuendo, mate, is in an' of itself, an innuendo," Jack chuckled.

"I'm going to sleep now."

"C'mon love, admit it, that was clever."

"Good night Jack."

"Heh heh…innuendo."

"How simple things amuse simple minds," Will muttered.

"'Scuse me, I'm not simple!"

Jack was rudely awakened some hours later by Will shifting in his sleep and smacking the still tender bruises on his hips. He yelped, and shoved Will's hand away. "Watch it whelp," he hissed. "Sorry," Will mumbled sleepily. "Didn't mean to." He was back asleep within seconds, though not as close so he didn't hit Jack's bruises. Jack watched him, sleeping peacefully.

Will had the face of an angel when he slept, his face softened, a pleased little smile playing about his lips. Another thing Jack had to add to the list of things never to admit out loud. He looked around furtively, and seeing no one, tucked a stray lock of hair behind Will's ear. Will nuzzled into Jack's hand briefly before settling back down. Will wouldn't remember that little act of kindness, so Jack's reputation would be safe.

Will slowly opened his eyes, and got an eyeful of Jack's chest. Not an altogether unpleasant thing.

"Mornin' whelp," Jack greeted him. "How long have you been awake?" "I think a few hours. Not many," Jack answered. Will nodded and sat up, stretching. He felt bruised all over. And his wrists were rubbed raw and red. But they were healing nicely, as was the bight mark on his neck.

"Why do you seem to enjoy biting me?" he asked Jack. "Well, I'm staking my claim aren't I? So's everyone knows you're mine," Jack shrugged. "And the tattoo isn't enough?" "Oh you're one to talk pet. Look at the bruises I got 'cause of you," Jack gestured to the finger shaped bruises on his hips. "You enjoyed it," Will shot back.

"That's highly hypocritical of you. I didn't hear you complaining when I bit you."

"Well I am now."

"So am I."

A sense of normalcy fell of the crew of the Flying Dutchman. They sailed wherever they pleased, crossed over where necessary, and restocked whenever Jack needed rum. Now, Will tried to remain a good captain, and do his duty. However, Jack would occasionally fall into bouts of unhappiness over the loss of the Pearl and the map. And then Will took it upon himself to cheer Jack up in pretty much the only way he knew how, and it always made him feel better. They weren't always locked away in their quarters, but they were in there a good amount of time. Considering all their previous adventures, it was a fairly quiet life.

Until they got perhaps one of the rudest awakenings possible.

Jack and Will were sleeping peacefully, Will with his back against Jack's chest, one of Jack's arms slung around his waist possessively. "Now there's a sight worth dyin' a few times to see," a harsh voice cackled. Jack opened his eyes the tiniest bit.

"Go away Barbossa. 'M sleepin'," he mumbled, eyes drooping shut once more. There was a few moments pause, then, "Barbossa!" Jack tightened his grip on Will, though if it was to give protection, or to gain it, no one knew. Either way, it woke Will, who, upon seeing Barbossa, backed into Jack and pulled the sheet up.

"How did you get here? I left you on that island with that rum," Jack stammered.

"Yeh didn't really think I'd drink that rum did yeh Jack?" Barbossa asked. Jack mumbled something along the lines of "Yea actually".

"How did you end up on my ship?" Will demanded.

"Anythin's possible when yeh've got Calypso on yer side," the other pirate answered.

Will and Jack shared a glance. If Barbossa had Calypso on his side, it couldn't mean anything good. Particularly for Jack. Will looked into Jack's eyes, trying to tell him without words that he wouldn't let Calypso or Barbossa get him. He'd fight them both until he was gone forever. Jack nodded, understanding. But first they had to get some answers.

The pair of lovers turned back to the other pirate, neither liking the little smirk on his face. It left a sour feeling in the pit of their stomachs.

"What is it you want Hector? I've been through enough," Jack sighed heavily. Barbossa looked puzzled. "Oh didn't your goddess tell you? She blew in a storm and dashed the Pearl against the rocks, killing all the crew but for me," Jack said scathingly, like it was all the other Pirate Lord's fault.

"Apologies Jack. I didn't know," Barbossa said. He sounded sincere, but neither Jack or Will trusted it. They treated him like a coiled snake, not moving or saying too much, for fear he would strike. "Then what do you want?" Will asked, wondering how fast he could reach his sword if he needed it. Barbossa grinned evilly.

"I came to tell you Jack, I'm a-gatherin' the Brethren Court."