Upon A Painted Ocean - Part 10
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. This one is really short, I am really not very good at writing all the kissing and touching and stuff. @_@ And I also have the most nasty infection in my right eye, it's all red and swollen and kept on twitiching. _~ Damn you, stay still!!! Anyway, please R&R!!!!
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"Mine."
Before Jack could comprehend the meaning of that single syllable, his body was slammed into the wall again. Pain exploded from the back of his skull and spread itself into the rest of his body like blood in water. He squeezed his eyes shut as stars flew behind them.
He was still disoriented by the pain when a hard body nudged him further against the wall. He strike out with both hands, only to have them caught and brought above his head. He twisted and thrashed his lower body up in a attempt to throw off his attacker. A knee has inserted itself between his parted tights, right below his crotch. The friction was maddening, and for a moment all his resistance melted.
His eyes snapped open and searched frantically in the darkness. The sun was already rising, but the taller buildings nearby towered over the alley and gave it the protection of shadow. He knew his attacker to be a man, for he did not have the necessary curves of a female form.
But before his sight could adjusted in the pitch blackness, his lips were roughly claimed. The mouth that ravished his was surprisingly soft yet carried almost savage force, coaxing and persistent at the same time. His eyes widen at a sharp nip at his bottom lips, the coppery taste of blood sank into his closed mouth through the slip between his lips. The momentary slacking of his jaws gave access to an intruding tongue. He almost choked as the velvet heat thrust inside mercilessly with a single stoke. He was being devoured. His hands scratched useless at thin air, the other's iron clasps was unmoving around his wrists. He was beginning to grow lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
One hands pined both of his higher above his head, while the other tore at his tunic impatiently. Strings were snapped and fabric was teared to reveal one shoulder. The mouth left his with a wet pop, leaving trails of saliva down his chin. He gulped down mouthful of precious air and willed his concentration back to the crisis at hand. His attacker was now feasting on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He shuddered and beat down the heat rising in his groin as teeth bit down on his flesh harshly.
"STOP! Stop it! Who ar' ye?! Stop or I swear I'll..."
The other's action weaved slight at his angry yells. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his body upward and brought his left knee up hard against the other's ribs. In his current position, he could not exert enough force in order to break any bones, but it was enough to unbalance his attacker. The other stumbled back in pain, arms folded around his mid section protectively. Jack pushed him again and punched him on the face. The man fell backward to the entrance of alley, light spilled onto his face and upper body.
Jack drew out his sword and slashed toward his attacker's throat. His hand stopped abruptly in middle swing as the man's face came into the light. In one instant, all his anger liquefied into shock and unadulterated horror at the sight of the pale face. He gasped.
"Will?!"
~~~*~~~
His prey was simply breathtaking.
He looked up at the man from his position on the ground. Ebony eyes shined brightly with disbelieving and fear. The kohl around them was smered and made the twin pools of obsidian appeared even larger against bony cheeks. Pink lips were swollen and bruised, while blood leaked from the cut on the bottom one. Hair tousled and wilder than usual, charms and trinkets sparkled against pure blackness. The shirt was ripped apart through the front, the loosen fabric dangled over and revealed the smooth outline of one shoulder.
The sword slipped from the other's hand, the crystal sound echoed through the alley as it hit the ground. A breathless voice, "Will? What ar' ye.... How did ye get away?"
//Will? Was that his name?//
Does it matter? No, not when what he seek was right in front of him. Not when he has finally found his oasis, his spring, the very being his body and heart craved desperately.
"Will? Say something. Ar' ye all right? Did I hit ye too hard?" Concern was overshadowing the other emotions.
It was a mean punch, he thought nonplussly. He flicked his tongue over the corner of his mouth, licked away the blood. The slightly salty taste only fueled his adrenaline. The other's lips trembled, their fullness an testament to the abuse they received earlier. Those lips were inviting him back, the flame inside him urged him on. He wanted to fork through the unruly strands with his fingers and feel their silkiness against his palm. The coldness was becoming unbearable again, he longed to buried himself in the other's warmth.
// You can NOT refuse me. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. //
He chanted that single word inside his head like a prayer, pushed himself up and stalked towards the other man. Jet eyes widened further, "Will? Wha...." He lunged before the other could finish his question. Limps and arms tangled together as they rolled on the cold ground. He came up on top, straddled the slender hips and placed his hands on either side of that surprised face. Leaned down, he murmured, softer this time.
"Mine."
He let his head dip lower, open mouth trailed down the curve of the neck, and licked the red mark he left with his teeth. He grounded his pelvic hard against the body below him, and was rewarded with a moan. His hand tugged the other's tunic from under a tightly fastened belt, and crawled onto the flesh below the coarse cloth. The other's panting hiccuped. He smiled, sneaky finger tips contining to map the contours and shapes of the hard muscles. He could feel the body below him start to relax and inhaled the beginning of the silent submission through musk scent.
The cold and heat had both left him. In their places was the raving hunger.
// Mine. //
~~~*~~~
Zeke liked the sea. Really, he did. It could be so nasty sometimes, especially when it's flipping ships around like cabbage inside a fry pan. He just doesn't like to be IN the sea. He has water in his ears, and every sound around him was accompanied by a constant honing, like those made by bees.
The fish was still talking. It must be nice to have lungs and gills at the same time, you can just alternate between the two and never need to stop to take a breath.
"...then I punched him on the nose..... blahblahblah ...the rail was just to my left.... blahblahblah .....wasn't I smart?"
"Yes, you were." Zeke decided to humor her, he didn't want the fish to loosen her grips.
"Do you think I'll be able to see Will in Tortuga?"
//Oh, for the love of all that is unholy....//
"....why are you asking me? I told you already, he *has* a fiancée." Not to mention the other competition.
"So? The prince in my story had a fiancée."
"Yes, and as I recall, the little mermaid lost to the foreign princess."
"Minor details. When I save Will from those bad men, he'll see I am the right one for him."
// You aren't even physically compatible.// Zeke rolled his eyes, but immediately felt relieved when land came within their reach.
He kicked out his legs to speed up the last couple of meters. He could feel solid ground touching his toes. The sun was high in the eastern sky and the beach was deserted. He could see Tortuga from here, it would just be a few hours of walk.
"So now where is my reward?" Tisha's voice roared arrogantly from behind him. She is propping her body up with one elbow, the other was extending toward him, palm upward. Her green scale sparkled brightly in the morning sun.
"Oh, right. That." Zeke looked around, bend one knee and scooped up a handful of sand from nearby. He pressed the sand between his palms hard, then walked back to her and disposed the contains onto her outstretched hand. The smaller grains slipped away from between her fingers, and left a few larger stones, along with a small white shell in the shape of a new moon. She stared up at him incredulously.
"They are rocks!"
"They are pretty rocks." He patted his hand against his trouser a couple of time, to get ride of the remaining sand.
"But... You *promised*. I am not stupid!!!" Her face was turning more and more green, in the human equivalent of a flush. "I know that wish masters may be demons, but they ALWAYS keep their promises! You have to reward me!"
"I just did. You are the one who didn't specify what kind of reward you want."
"Wha...I...you...you...you evil, insufferable ..... LIAR!!!!!"
"Thank you. I do try my best."
He stretched his arms and popped his shoulder joints a little. The weather was showing promise of being scorching hot. Perfect for a walk, he thought pleasantly and started the trek to Tortuga. Behind him, Tisha was still beating her hands against the sand. Her curses were lost to the whoosh of the wind.
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Zeke: Jack is on the bottom?
Me: I am not telling.
Zeke: Make sense though, seme are usually taller than uke.
Me: Who ever said I would even let it continue?
Zeke: Let me interrupt it. Jack can't have what he wants! He will be happy, not suicidal!
Me: You are *still* hanging on to that stupid plan? It's never gonna work, you know. Besides you are *hours* away from Tortuga. so unless you've developed some other ability I am not aware of...... you haven't, have you? @_@
Author: Daisy Sparrow
Pairing: Jack/Will, Will/Elizabeth
Rating: PG-13 and rising
Summary: Port Royal is infected by a strange disease. Will and Elizabeth enlisted the help of the Black Pearl to go after the stolen medicien. On the way, they encountered an old nemesis, a crazy priest, a mermaid and a demon who is after Jack's soul.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all its characters are not mine. I am making no money off this. Don't sue the colleage kid who are already broke. Credit for the title goes to Coleridge's poem and P.Speare who wrote the most wonderful Weiss Kreuz fic. Also special thanks to Darkdancer for the betaing.
Warning: Same as always, first fic ever and English not my first language. This one is really short, I am really not very good at writing all the kissing and touching and stuff. @_@ And I also have the most nasty infection in my right eye, it's all red and swollen and kept on twitiching. _~ Damn you, stay still!!! Anyway, please R&R!!!!
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"Mine."
Before Jack could comprehend the meaning of that single syllable, his body was slammed into the wall again. Pain exploded from the back of his skull and spread itself into the rest of his body like blood in water. He squeezed his eyes shut as stars flew behind them.
He was still disoriented by the pain when a hard body nudged him further against the wall. He strike out with both hands, only to have them caught and brought above his head. He twisted and thrashed his lower body up in a attempt to throw off his attacker. A knee has inserted itself between his parted tights, right below his crotch. The friction was maddening, and for a moment all his resistance melted.
His eyes snapped open and searched frantically in the darkness. The sun was already rising, but the taller buildings nearby towered over the alley and gave it the protection of shadow. He knew his attacker to be a man, for he did not have the necessary curves of a female form.
But before his sight could adjusted in the pitch blackness, his lips were roughly claimed. The mouth that ravished his was surprisingly soft yet carried almost savage force, coaxing and persistent at the same time. His eyes widen at a sharp nip at his bottom lips, the coppery taste of blood sank into his closed mouth through the slip between his lips. The momentary slacking of his jaws gave access to an intruding tongue. He almost choked as the velvet heat thrust inside mercilessly with a single stoke. He was being devoured. His hands scratched useless at thin air, the other's iron clasps was unmoving around his wrists. He was beginning to grow lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
One hands pined both of his higher above his head, while the other tore at his tunic impatiently. Strings were snapped and fabric was teared to reveal one shoulder. The mouth left his with a wet pop, leaving trails of saliva down his chin. He gulped down mouthful of precious air and willed his concentration back to the crisis at hand. His attacker was now feasting on the junction between his neck and shoulder. He shuddered and beat down the heat rising in his groin as teeth bit down on his flesh harshly.
"STOP! Stop it! Who ar' ye?! Stop or I swear I'll..."
The other's action weaved slight at his angry yells. Seizing the opportunity, he pushed his body upward and brought his left knee up hard against the other's ribs. In his current position, he could not exert enough force in order to break any bones, but it was enough to unbalance his attacker. The other stumbled back in pain, arms folded around his mid section protectively. Jack pushed him again and punched him on the face. The man fell backward to the entrance of alley, light spilled onto his face and upper body.
Jack drew out his sword and slashed toward his attacker's throat. His hand stopped abruptly in middle swing as the man's face came into the light. In one instant, all his anger liquefied into shock and unadulterated horror at the sight of the pale face. He gasped.
"Will?!"
~~~*~~~
His prey was simply breathtaking.
He looked up at the man from his position on the ground. Ebony eyes shined brightly with disbelieving and fear. The kohl around them was smered and made the twin pools of obsidian appeared even larger against bony cheeks. Pink lips were swollen and bruised, while blood leaked from the cut on the bottom one. Hair tousled and wilder than usual, charms and trinkets sparkled against pure blackness. The shirt was ripped apart through the front, the loosen fabric dangled over and revealed the smooth outline of one shoulder.
The sword slipped from the other's hand, the crystal sound echoed through the alley as it hit the ground. A breathless voice, "Will? What ar' ye.... How did ye get away?"
//Will? Was that his name?//
Does it matter? No, not when what he seek was right in front of him. Not when he has finally found his oasis, his spring, the very being his body and heart craved desperately.
"Will? Say something. Ar' ye all right? Did I hit ye too hard?" Concern was overshadowing the other emotions.
It was a mean punch, he thought nonplussly. He flicked his tongue over the corner of his mouth, licked away the blood. The slightly salty taste only fueled his adrenaline. The other's lips trembled, their fullness an testament to the abuse they received earlier. Those lips were inviting him back, the flame inside him urged him on. He wanted to fork through the unruly strands with his fingers and feel their silkiness against his palm. The coldness was becoming unbearable again, he longed to buried himself in the other's warmth.
// You can NOT refuse me. You are mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. //
He chanted that single word inside his head like a prayer, pushed himself up and stalked towards the other man. Jet eyes widened further, "Will? Wha...." He lunged before the other could finish his question. Limps and arms tangled together as they rolled on the cold ground. He came up on top, straddled the slender hips and placed his hands on either side of that surprised face. Leaned down, he murmured, softer this time.
"Mine."
He let his head dip lower, open mouth trailed down the curve of the neck, and licked the red mark he left with his teeth. He grounded his pelvic hard against the body below him, and was rewarded with a moan. His hand tugged the other's tunic from under a tightly fastened belt, and crawled onto the flesh below the coarse cloth. The other's panting hiccuped. He smiled, sneaky finger tips contining to map the contours and shapes of the hard muscles. He could feel the body below him start to relax and inhaled the beginning of the silent submission through musk scent.
The cold and heat had both left him. In their places was the raving hunger.
// Mine. //
~~~*~~~
Zeke liked the sea. Really, he did. It could be so nasty sometimes, especially when it's flipping ships around like cabbage inside a fry pan. He just doesn't like to be IN the sea. He has water in his ears, and every sound around him was accompanied by a constant honing, like those made by bees.
The fish was still talking. It must be nice to have lungs and gills at the same time, you can just alternate between the two and never need to stop to take a breath.
"...then I punched him on the nose..... blahblahblah ...the rail was just to my left.... blahblahblah .....wasn't I smart?"
"Yes, you were." Zeke decided to humor her, he didn't want the fish to loosen her grips.
"Do you think I'll be able to see Will in Tortuga?"
//Oh, for the love of all that is unholy....//
"....why are you asking me? I told you already, he *has* a fiancée." Not to mention the other competition.
"So? The prince in my story had a fiancée."
"Yes, and as I recall, the little mermaid lost to the foreign princess."
"Minor details. When I save Will from those bad men, he'll see I am the right one for him."
// You aren't even physically compatible.// Zeke rolled his eyes, but immediately felt relieved when land came within their reach.
He kicked out his legs to speed up the last couple of meters. He could feel solid ground touching his toes. The sun was high in the eastern sky and the beach was deserted. He could see Tortuga from here, it would just be a few hours of walk.
"So now where is my reward?" Tisha's voice roared arrogantly from behind him. She is propping her body up with one elbow, the other was extending toward him, palm upward. Her green scale sparkled brightly in the morning sun.
"Oh, right. That." Zeke looked around, bend one knee and scooped up a handful of sand from nearby. He pressed the sand between his palms hard, then walked back to her and disposed the contains onto her outstretched hand. The smaller grains slipped away from between her fingers, and left a few larger stones, along with a small white shell in the shape of a new moon. She stared up at him incredulously.
"They are rocks!"
"They are pretty rocks." He patted his hand against his trouser a couple of time, to get ride of the remaining sand.
"But... You *promised*. I am not stupid!!!" Her face was turning more and more green, in the human equivalent of a flush. "I know that wish masters may be demons, but they ALWAYS keep their promises! You have to reward me!"
"I just did. You are the one who didn't specify what kind of reward you want."
"Wha...I...you...you...you evil, insufferable ..... LIAR!!!!!"
"Thank you. I do try my best."
He stretched his arms and popped his shoulder joints a little. The weather was showing promise of being scorching hot. Perfect for a walk, he thought pleasantly and started the trek to Tortuga. Behind him, Tisha was still beating her hands against the sand. Her curses were lost to the whoosh of the wind.
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Zeke: Jack is on the bottom?
Me: I am not telling.
Zeke: Make sense though, seme are usually taller than uke.
Me: Who ever said I would even let it continue?
Zeke: Let me interrupt it. Jack can't have what he wants! He will be happy, not suicidal!
Me: You are *still* hanging on to that stupid plan? It's never gonna work, you know. Besides you are *hours* away from Tortuga. so unless you've developed some other ability I am not aware of...... you haven't, have you? @_@