Title: A Thief on the Ocean
Author: Lemur
Pairing: Will/Jack
Rating: PG (PG-13?)
Feedback: Please; especially constructive criticism.
Archive: Just ask first.
Author's Note: This was written several months before the movie was released in the U.S., so that's the reason for any inaccuracies. What can I say, I wanted some Will/Jack before I even knew what Will/Jack should be. :P
"A Thief on the Ocean" By Lemur
As a boy, Will had wondered what made a man a pirate.
He had seen them often when he crept quietly past the pubs late at night. They would be inside drinking, swearing, smoking, carrying on with the pretty ladies who Will called "ladies" only out of some ingrained sense of politeness. He had thought maybe one had to be loud to be a pirate, to be brash and bold and even slightly mad. But when he'd asked what a pirate was he was told, "a pirate is a thief on the ocean."
As a man, he knew the answer had been simplified for a child's understanding, but still, that was what he always thought when he saw a pirate. And that was what he thought when he saw Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow was loud, brash and definitely mad; in that, he was already a pirate. But it wasn't until he stole into Will's berth late in the night that he became "a thief on the ocean" because a man cannot be either thief or pirate until he takes what is not his.
Jack stood for a moment by the door, his kohl-lined eyes leaving no question as to his intentions. Obediently, nervously, Will sat up, allowing the covers to fall and leave him exposed to the advance.
It is not enough, however, that a pirate simply takes what is not his, but that he takes what is someone else's, for any treasure, any trinket only has value if it is desired by another. "Then, it was a prize to remind her of her prize," Jack had said when Will told him of the treasure of gold he had given Elizabeth to wear around her neck. Even then, in the bright of day, his eyes had hinted at his thoughts and reminded Will of what he was more than the clothes and brash, bold voice ever could.
Jack pulled him from bed, and burying his fingers deep into the long, curling hair at Will's neck, he had attacked with lips and tongue and teeth. He took. Will gasped at the feeling of hard wood against his shoulders as Jack pressed him against the wall in the small cabin. The sound of water quavered and creaked on the other side of the wooden surface and it filled Will's ears as Jack's lips slid to his neck and his hands to Will's waist.
A pirate took what belonged to another. That's what this was, that's what Will understood it to be as Jack pulled his shirt from his shoulders. The gold a pirate stole belonged to another country and Will belonged to Elizabeth. It was the same. It differed only in one way, one so very small way: The gold could not speak for itself.
"Jack," Will whispered, and then waited for dark-lined eyes to meet his. "Stop wasting time." A sly grin slid across Jack's face and he dropped to his knees.
The gold could not say it wanted to be taken.
~The End~
Thanks for reading!
Author: Lemur
Pairing: Will/Jack
Rating: PG (PG-13?)
Feedback: Please; especially constructive criticism.
Archive: Just ask first.
Author's Note: This was written several months before the movie was released in the U.S., so that's the reason for any inaccuracies. What can I say, I wanted some Will/Jack before I even knew what Will/Jack should be. :P
"A Thief on the Ocean" By Lemur
As a boy, Will had wondered what made a man a pirate.
He had seen them often when he crept quietly past the pubs late at night. They would be inside drinking, swearing, smoking, carrying on with the pretty ladies who Will called "ladies" only out of some ingrained sense of politeness. He had thought maybe one had to be loud to be a pirate, to be brash and bold and even slightly mad. But when he'd asked what a pirate was he was told, "a pirate is a thief on the ocean."
As a man, he knew the answer had been simplified for a child's understanding, but still, that was what he always thought when he saw a pirate. And that was what he thought when he saw Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow was loud, brash and definitely mad; in that, he was already a pirate. But it wasn't until he stole into Will's berth late in the night that he became "a thief on the ocean" because a man cannot be either thief or pirate until he takes what is not his.
Jack stood for a moment by the door, his kohl-lined eyes leaving no question as to his intentions. Obediently, nervously, Will sat up, allowing the covers to fall and leave him exposed to the advance.
It is not enough, however, that a pirate simply takes what is not his, but that he takes what is someone else's, for any treasure, any trinket only has value if it is desired by another. "Then, it was a prize to remind her of her prize," Jack had said when Will told him of the treasure of gold he had given Elizabeth to wear around her neck. Even then, in the bright of day, his eyes had hinted at his thoughts and reminded Will of what he was more than the clothes and brash, bold voice ever could.
Jack pulled him from bed, and burying his fingers deep into the long, curling hair at Will's neck, he had attacked with lips and tongue and teeth. He took. Will gasped at the feeling of hard wood against his shoulders as Jack pressed him against the wall in the small cabin. The sound of water quavered and creaked on the other side of the wooden surface and it filled Will's ears as Jack's lips slid to his neck and his hands to Will's waist.
A pirate took what belonged to another. That's what this was, that's what Will understood it to be as Jack pulled his shirt from his shoulders. The gold a pirate stole belonged to another country and Will belonged to Elizabeth. It was the same. It differed only in one way, one so very small way: The gold could not speak for itself.
"Jack," Will whispered, and then waited for dark-lined eyes to meet his. "Stop wasting time." A sly grin slid across Jack's face and he dropped to his knees.
The gold could not say it wanted to be taken.
~The End~
Thanks for reading!
