::Gets down and begs for forgiveness:: I am sooooo sorry this took so long to get out to you all!!! Please forgive me. Between getting ready to move back to school, moving back to school, unpacking, classes, the roommates from fucking hell, packing to move to a new room, unpacking and setting up all over again, and that little thing called school work, oh, and dare I forget procrastination ^^;;;;; it has taken me FAR FAR FAR too long to get this chapter out to you. I wanted it to be good and I hope you enjoy it. Again, my sincerest apologies for being so late in writing and getting this out. I can't predict entirely accurately how often I will be able to get each chapter out, but I will not abandon this fic! Please bare with me, and enjoy!
NOTE: I have had to severely edit the beginning of this chapter for content, and I am not entirely satisfied with the results. The complete version is Rated NC-17 and is available on aff.n http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=7840&chapter=7
Title: A Change of Course 7/?
Author: ElizabethGreenleaf
Rating: NC-17 – look! The rating went up!!!!
Pairings: JS/WT, WT/ES (friendship, post-failed relationship)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Summary: Post PotC, Jack/Will. Life for Will, and even Elizabeth will never be the same as for the first time they each take their lives into their own hands and Will comes to terms with who he is and who he loves.
Feedback: ::Holds up a sign that says "Feed the Starving Writer" and a big red arrow pointing to REVIEW:: R any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope I have Jack IC, any suggestions welcome!
Archive: sure, just tell me where so I can come and visit! These mailing lists, ff.n, aff.n, Savvy? (http://evolutionsx.net/savvy/), Debauchery (http://debauchery.deep-ice.com/), And Cat's stick-figure fan-comic will be posted on her site, (http://home.graffiti.net/cocfansite/coc.htm) There's a little Paint picture of Stick figure Jack up there now ^^;;;
Genre: Drama/Romance/and a touch of Adventure
Disclaimer: Still not mine ::sigh::
Warnings: Spoilers, Lemony goodness, SLASH, if two pretty boys going at it in the bedroom isn't your cup o' tea, get out now me hearties, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!! Oh, I should probably add an angst warning here too…
Author's notes: Thank you Cat for making me write this, oh, and of course, thank you for the challenge, which I'll mention in AN at the very end of the fic; after the last chapter that is ^^
"* *" – thoughts
"//iitalics/i//" - dreams
Chapter 7: Of Dealing with Mutineers and Pleasures
Taking the bottle of rum from Jack and placing it on the nearby table, Will began to disrobe Jack, as he was wearing far too many clothes for what Will had in mind.
While Will's hands were occupied with the task of undressing him, Jack took the time to watch the younger man. His body was that of a magnificent statue; strong muscles from long years of work as a blacksmith, skin that was tanning, but still far more fair than Jack's own complexion. He ran his hands over the other man's chest, ghosting over the dark nipples and making Will pause in his undressing of Jack. Jack smirked and continued his examination of the fine specimen lying in his bed.
Will had to force himself to concentrate on undressing Jack and inot/i on the fact that Jack was looking at him with such intensity that Will would have sworn he could feel the heat of that gaze. With Jack finally free of his effects, belt, and shirt, the pirate stood and removed his pants.
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Will licked his lips at the sight granted to him; Jack stood naked in light of the just-risen moon streamed in through the open windows and illuminated his skin to a shade lighter than it truly was. The metal of some of the beads that adorned his hair and beard sparkled slightly, and Will felt as though he were being given a glimpse into what Jack's soul must be like. There was shadow all around, but somehow, the light came through, and in some places, he shined. It was as though this was the Jack few ever saw; this was the Jack who could pillage and plunder without shooting a shot and without spilling a drop of blood. This was the honest man who was known to do something stupid from time to time.
Will's breath caught in his throat. If he had not been certain before, he was certain now – he was well on his way to falling in love with Jack Sparrow and there was nothing in the world that could have convinced him that that was anything but the right thing to do.
Jack walked back to the bed and slowly leaned over to place a soft kiss on Will's parted lips. Will pulled Jack onto the bed and began to lay hungry kisses on Jack's mouth and neck. Jack lay his body down on top of Will's and both gasped at the first feeling of full-body, skin-on-skin contact. Will moaned. Blood rushed south and he began to thrust up, enjoying the friction that caused, but not being satisfied.
Jack brought his mouth to Will's ear, lightly tracing the outer shell with his tongue. Will shivered and moved below him. He licked again and then gently tugged on the earring-less lobe, making a mental note to change that.
"It is up to you how fast we take this. Say the word and I'll go no farther." Jack pulled back to look into Will's eyes, his voice was horse and his need apparent, but Will knew the pirate spoke the truth; if he said stop, Jack would do so, but that was far from what Will intended to say to him.
"And what if I say 'don't stop'?" Will panted from beneath him.
Jack grinned, his eyes alight with a hungry fire. "Then I shall give you a night filled with pleasures you only ever dreamed of."
Will pulled Jack down into a bruising kiss. "Show me." Jack pulled away smiling.
"Aye. I'll show you." And with that, Jack lightly pressed his lips to Will's before slowly kissing a wet trail down his chest. He stopped briefly to dip his tongue into Will's navel, making Will gasp softly.
Jack moved maddeningly slow, ever teasing, and Will could do naught about it.
Within minutes of Jack's initial onslaught Will was writhing on the bed, his hands balled into fists in the bed sheets.
It was pleasure like Will had never felt before. It was not only that Jack had quite a bit of skill when it came to the pleasures and vices of the flesh, but it was the fact that it was iJack/i who was giving this pleasure to Will. It was Jack that Will saw every time he raised his head and looked down. It was Jack whose head bobbed and turned with every lick and suck that sent jolts of pleasure racing up and down his spine.
Will knew he could not last much longer if Jack continued with the pace he had set. Will tugged on Jack's hair, hoping to convey to the pirate that if he did not stop he would fall off the edge too soon. Jack did not take the hint, or did not care -- whichever the case may be -- and sought only to speed up his already fast pace. Will gasped and moaned, voicing his pleasure in broken, unintelligible statements.
Will could no longer hold off the inevitable. The fire that was building inside of him exploded.
When it was over, Will lay there, temporarily sated and oblivious to the world around him. As his breath and pulse slowed back to their natural pace, he began to come around.
Jack had moved up to lie next to Will and now stared at him with unbridled desire plain in his eyes. He looked at Will's naked, sated form and grinned, knowing full well that the magnificent picture of masculine beauty that was laid bare before him was his alone, and knowing that he could -- and would -- make Will scream in pleasure before the night was through.
He let his hands wander about Will's body, loving the feeling of Will's flesh beneath his fingers. He trailed his fingers across Will's cheek and felt his companion lean into the caress. Jack lavished him with a flurry of feather light kisses until he began to respond to his affections once more.
Opening his eyes, Will sought out Jack's mouth and kissed him soundly, tasting the bitterness of himself still within Jack's mouth. He pulled away and smiled one of those silly, lovesick smiles and gave a contented sigh. Jack smiled in return and before he could comprehend what was going on, he was on his back, being startled by Will.
The sudden burst of energy could be attributed to Will's youth and stamina, but it was more likely due to the fact that Will could feel Jack's hardness pressing into his thigh when they kissed. All Will wanted to do was give Jack as much pleasure as he had received.
Jack moaned and continued to babble as Will made up for his inexperience with enthusiasm, which did not go unappreciated by Jack.
"Wait," Jack said as he tried to sit up and pull Will away from his task. "Will, stop." That got Will's attention. Surprised, and a bit alarmed and fearful that he had done something wrong or had hurt Jack in some way, Will pulled back. Seeing the look on Will's face, Jack grinned and somehow managed to semi-coherently get his point across. "I don't want to let go yet… I want to be in you… if you'll have me."
Will nodded. "Take me," he said quietly, "I want you to take me," his voice was clearer and he looked into Jack's eyes when he spoke. Jack nodded and moved out from under Will. "Where…?" Will let the question hang in the air between himself and the very naked and very handsome form of Jack Sparrow.
Jack rummaged around in one of the small compartments of his desk until he found what he was looking for -- a short, dark bottle made of thick glass and stopped with a cork. He sauntered back towards Will, his need bobbing against his stomach as he moved. "Oil, from Shanghai (1)." Will nodded. He knew the basics of what being with another man entailed, and he knew that oil, or something like it was need to ease one's way. "How do you want to do this, love?" Jack asked, sitting down next to Will. Will opened his mouth to answer, but Jack continued talking however, before he could respond. "It might be easier for you if I-"
Will spread his legs a little farther apart and spoke. "I want to be able to see you." And so it was done. Jack smiled and nodded and leaned over to kiss him softly before settling himself between Will's legs.
Will's heart beat faster and faster as Jack delved into untouched lands.
Jack set a slow rhythm and he searched for the spot that would make Will scream. He said such dirty and scandalous things in his passion that Will would have blushed were his whole body not flushed in their lovemaking. Jack found the spot he was searching for and soon Will's pleasure mingled with his pain until it became a mild sort of discomfort that was insignificant compared to the fireworks that were exploding behind his eyes.
Will cried out for Jack to move faster and harder, and Jack complied. Will could feel his body getting closer to its breaking point and all he could do was claw at Jack's back and urge him on.
Will cried out incoherently for a moment before "JACK!" tore from his throat.
Panting, Jack collapsed on top of Will, his seed sticking them together. Will's eyes fluttered open and Jack lazily kissed his sated lover. Will returned the kiss with as much energy as he could muster. He could not bring himself to care enough to expend the energy to get out of bed and clean up. Instead, Will curled into Jack's arms and the pirate held him close and safe as the iBlack Pearl/i rocked them to sleep.
No nightmares plagued Will's dreams that night. He slept soundly and deeply, satisfied in a way he had never been before. When Will finally awoke, Jack was still sleeping. His arms held Will close and their legs were intertwined. Will's breath caught in his throat. It had all been real, every moment of it! He would have closed his eyes and snuggled into Jack's possessive embrace, but Will could feel Jack waking up as well.
Jack stretched a little and Will rolled over to face him. Jack's trademark grin, albeit a not fully awake version of it, graced his face as he looked at Will and brushed the hair out of his eyes. His thumb ran across the stubble on Will's cheek with his thumb. Will could have sworn he saw a momentary look of disbelief at the fact that Will was there, in his bed. He brought his lips in for a soft, chaste kiss.
They pulled apart and Jack licked his lips. "'Morning, luv. Sleep well?" Will grinned and kissed Jack again.
"Better than you can imagine." Will pushed thoughts of his past disturbing dreams out of his mind, determined to enjoy every second of the morning. He opened his mouth to continue when a pounding knock at the cabin's door cut him off.
Jack grumbled and fought to disentangle himself from his bed sheets to answer the obnoxious and incessant knocking. Jack did not even bother to pull on his under clothes to answer the door.
Stark naked, a slightly annoyed Jack Sparrow opened the door to of his cabin to again find his first mate, Anamaria, on the other side. The woman did not seem at all fazed by Jack's nudity, and ignored it for all that Will could tell. She'd taken the room in with a glance – the haphazardly discarded clothes, and a naked, disheveled and slightly flushed Will sitting up in Jack's bed and covered by with naught but a sheet.
"Ye be needed on deck, Cap'n." She said calmly. "Ye need to approve the new crewmen and sign their papers a'fore we leave, which should be soon. The tides wait for no one Cap'n Sparrow." If Will was not mistaken, she was reprimanding Jack and it was all Will could do not to burst out laughing.
"Aye. I'll be on deck in a moment." Jack shut the door before Anamaria could say another word. Jack made his way back to Will and straddled his legs. "I wish I could spend all day pillaging and plundering in me own bed, but unfortunately, I have business to attend to on deck. By rights, so do you."
Will gave Jack a slightly confused look, Jack just smiled and kissed Will lightly on the lips. "Papers, luv, papers." Will flushed at not having realized that the new crew members would need to sign papers, contracts that bound them to iThe Pearl/i for a certain period of time. "You are joining the crew, luv, are you not?"
"Aye, of course, Jack! What sort of idi-" Jack silenced a slightly indignant, flustered Will with a searing kiss.
"Hush. Come now, we'd best be getting dressed a'for me first mate comes a knockin' again." Jack grinned with his gold toothed smile and stood up, looking around in hopes of discerning his garments from Will's.
The two pirates, for Will truly was one now, or would officially be one in a few moments time, dressed themselves in their discarded garments.
With his effects in place, and his clothes restored to their usual location, Jack sought out, ink, quill, and paper from within his desk to draw contracts up on. Jack twirled the quill pen around between his fingers for a moment, lost in thought, before turning his intense gaze on Will once more. "Would you rather sign your papers in here, or in front of the rest of the crew?" Jack's voice was neutral and gave away nothing; he was being quite serious, and whether Will was aware of it or not, he was quite interested in which choice Will would choose.
"On deck." Jack arched an eyebrow, Will continued. "The crew will see I am not just here to warm your bed." Will pulled his jerkin on as he spoke. "Oh, and Jack, if you try to make me your 'cabin boy' or any other such nonsense, I will never so much as kiss your cheek again." Will did not meet Jack's eyes as he buckled his sword at his waist. The threat was an empty one and they both knew it. It made Jack almost tempted to try something just to see what would happen, but his conscience got the best of him.
"As you wish, luv." Jack nodded his head, straightened up and made for the door that led out of his cabin and onto the main deck.
The sun was higher in the sky than Will had expected, though he should not have been so surprised. Jack sauntered towards a rag-tag bunch of miscreants, lowlifes, and loons and looked each one over. There were ten men varying in age from fifteen to fifty. They seemed healthy enough, and not a one of them looked particularly weak, but there was one, he could not have been much more than 25, an ugly fellow who was missing an ear beneath his shaggy hair, who seemed a bit more intelligent than the rest. He revealed himself to be a doctor of sorts when Jack questioned him. He has been some sort of apprentice to a doctor who was outlawed for practicing the medicines the native peoples and the slaves had taught him. Jack knew the value of having a doctor on the ship and welcomed him, and the rest of the new arrivals aboard iThe Pearl/i.
Will stood back with the remnants of Jack's old crew while the man himself lectured about everything, instilling in the men the awe, fear, and sense of mystery that surrounded Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack concluded his speech by cursing the graves of the men who had once mutinied against him. With that being said, Jack smiled and began to write up contracts for the new pirates.
"William Turner." Will jumped at the sound of his name, and turned to see Jack holding his contract. "If you'll please." Jack just smiled and Will accepted the paper and quill, scanning the page for any references to being Jack's cabin boy before signing it and returning it to Jack, who smiled broadly and winked at his lover.
Dog-Ear (the doctor), Shrimp (the kid), Cable (a rather large man who seemed to be all brawn and no brain), Stripey (the old man), Killick, Davit, Bowsie, Laken, Gerik, and Turi signed their papers and Jack handed them over to AnaMaria, who led them to the crew's quarters. Will, meanwhile, followed Jack to the wheel, from where he ordered the anchors weighed and the sails unfurled as they made way for the open sea.
Will leaned back against the railing as he watched Jack. The pirate looked so comfortable, so at home at the wheel of his ship. It made Will wistful and content at the same time. Normally, he would have watched Jack from afar, letting the tumult of feelings build in his stomach until the weight of them forced him to look away. He would look at Jack and long for the sense of peace, of being perfectly comfortable within your own skin, and of ibelonging/i that Jack seemed to exude. But now, for perhaps the first time ever, Will felt like he belonged somewhere, and that somewhere was there, on iThe Pearl/i with Jack. Especially with Jack. It was a nice feeling, Will admitted to himself, and it was even nicer to know that it was just the beginning.
Jack seemed to be able to feel Will's eyes upon him, and he turned his head to look at Will. Jack's heart seemed to skip a beet as he looked at Will, who was momentarily lost in his own world. Will was pulled out of his revere when he felt Jacks eyes upon him. Their gazes met and he smiled at Jack before moving towards the pirate. "So where are we headed?"
Jack's slight grin faded somewhat as his mind shifted back to the task at hand. "Well, first thing's first, I need to take care of Crimp and Quartetto's punishment for attempted mutiny. Then we'll be heading north for a while. On the way, we'll drop Ladbroc into Davy Jones' Locker." Will nodded. The living mutineers would have to die, Jack could not risk leniency, particularly with a new crew aboard. He would have to instill fear in the men.
"Cap'in?" Gibbs asked from the stairs on the right. "We be comin' up on wee a patch of land, 'ave a look for ye self." Jack smiled and shook his head no.
"No need, I know where we are." Gibbs nodded and turned to go back down the stairs. "Oh, Gibbs," the man turned, "have you seen any sharks about?"
"Aye, Cap'in." Gibbs looked at Jack wearily, and Will raised an eyebrow.
"Good." Jack said under his breath. "Bring the prisoners up on deck."
"Aye, sir." Gibbs hurried to do as Jack ordered.
"Jack, what are you planning to do?" Will was almost afraid to ask.
"You shall see soon enough."
They sailed for the small island and Jack called to the crew to drop anchor as they neared it. Gibbs, Cable, Boseie and Gerik "escorted" the prisoners onto the deck. The two men looked absolutely dreadful. Their wounds had not been cared fore and blood stained their clothing, caked on in patches. In some cases the wounds had already begun to fester. He men smelled putrid, and Will did not even want to imagine what the crew had done to them last night.
Once the crew was assembled, Jack stepped forward to speak. "Crimp and Quartetto, since you saw fit to rise up and mutiny against me, I have no choice but to execute you. I vowed ten years ago that no crew of mine would ever mutiny against me again or there would be hell to pay. You and your dead companions deserve the worst possible deaths that I can devise."
In an instant Jack had moved and had Quartetto by the neck and was pushing him towards the side of the ship. "Look down there and tell us what you see." Jack's voice was cold and Quartetto had no choice but to obey.
"Sharks," he croaked out.
"Aye, sharks. Do you know what sharks ido/i when they smell blood in the water?" Quartetto said nothing. "They go a little crazy, like this." Jack pulled a knife out of his belt, cut the man's bound wrists free, held out the mutineer's arm and cut a long, deep gash into his flesh. Quartetto cried out in pain. It was different to be cut in a fight and not to realize you'd even been injured for long moments after the incident, but without the adrenaline pumping in his veins the pain was quick and sharp. Jack forced the man's bleeding arm over the edge of the ship and watched as the blood dripped into the water at a steady pace.
The sharks swam around the side of the ship where the blood was falling, searching for the meat they knew had to be attached. Quartetto tried to struggle but he was loosing blood fast. Jack threw the man to the deck of his ship and pulled out his pistol.
Quartetto's eyes went wide as Jack fired.
Jack's aim was true and directly to the heart. Jack motioned for two of the new crew members to throw the corpse to the sharks. They did so without question.
A combination of morbid curiosity and blind hatred drew the crew to the side to watch as Quartetto's body was torn apart by the sharks bellow.
Shrimp and another of the new crewmen lost what little they had eaten for breakfast over the side.
When the frenzy died down a bit Jack turned his attention to Crimp. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, Crimp, else I would be throwing you overboard alive." Crimp paled. "But I think some of your former crewmates would rather shoot you full of musket balls first." Jack nodded at AnaMaria, who in turn ordered at the men to move back.
"Fire at will." Jack ordered. All but one of the men pointed his pistol at Crimp. Cable pointed his towards Will. "iAt/i will! Not at iWILL/i!" Jack knocked the pistol out of Cable's hand as the rest of the men riddled Crimp full of led.
Jack was fuming and quickly ordered Crimp's body thrown over board. "If any of you ever take it into your head that you should like to try and mutiny against me, I hope you remember this. Next time, I serve you up alive and bloody to the sharks." Jack turned on his heal and stationed himself at the wheel. He ordered the anchors weighed and the deck swabbed. He gripped the ship's wheel with a white knuckled hand, pulled his compass out of its pocket with a shaking hand and set course north.
"AnaMaria!" he called sharply. She appeared a moment latter looking rather pissed off for having been called in such a manner. "Have the men prepare Ladbroc for burial. The wheel is yours, the course is set. If need me, I shall be in my cabin. Otherwise, I will return within he hour to take care of Ladbroc."
With that Jack turned on his heel and walked down the stairs.
Will was uncertain weather to follow Jack or not. He'd never seen the man so angry.
He caught AnaMria's eye and the woman cocked her head in the direction Jack had went. "Go after him. You're 'bout the only one who can set 'im right." Her voice was a mixture of annoyance, disgust and amusement.
Will nodded his head and followed Jack into his cabin, far from certain of what to expect…
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(1) I wrote this on a whim…I have no evidence or anything to back it up, but Cat and I agreed that Jack would have some sort of exotic oil for lubricant (maybe we were just tiered, but whatever), and where better to get "exotic" than from the orient? Now the question is going to be: What will they use when it runs out? hehe
AN: WARNING: Gruesome content ahead!!!
The following is a "death threat" from my beta reader (editor) of my fanfic; she hoped this would get me moving faster...and it did…sort of, hehe ^^;;
If you don't get another chapter out right-quick, I'll gouge your left eye out with a rusted spoon, roll it around in various piles of various animal presents, get it right putrid, and stick it back in! Leaving you to fall victim to one Hell of a terrible, agonizing infection that causes yours skin to fester up in painful boils that ooze foul smelling puss. Eventually, you'll ooze such a quantity of puss that you will one night drown upon your own disgusting fluids and die a choking death of asphyxiation." ~Mel (-- B/N: And I meant every word… really… ^_^V)
NOTE: I have had to severely edit the beginning of this chapter for content, and I am not entirely satisfied with the results. The complete version is Rated NC-17 and is available on aff.n http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=7840&chapter=7
Title: A Change of Course 7/?
Author: ElizabethGreenleaf
Rating: NC-17 – look! The rating went up!!!!
Pairings: JS/WT, WT/ES (friendship, post-failed relationship)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Summary: Post PotC, Jack/Will. Life for Will, and even Elizabeth will never be the same as for the first time they each take their lives into their own hands and Will comes to terms with who he is and who he loves.
Feedback: ::Holds up a sign that says "Feed the Starving Writer" and a big red arrow pointing to REVIEW:: R any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope I have Jack IC, any suggestions welcome!
Archive: sure, just tell me where so I can come and visit! These mailing lists, ff.n, aff.n, Savvy? (http://evolutionsx.net/savvy/), Debauchery (http://debauchery.deep-ice.com/), And Cat's stick-figure fan-comic will be posted on her site, (http://home.graffiti.net/cocfansite/coc.htm) There's a little Paint picture of Stick figure Jack up there now ^^;;;
Genre: Drama/Romance/and a touch of Adventure
Disclaimer: Still not mine ::sigh::
Warnings: Spoilers, Lemony goodness, SLASH, if two pretty boys going at it in the bedroom isn't your cup o' tea, get out now me hearties, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!! Oh, I should probably add an angst warning here too…
Author's notes: Thank you Cat for making me write this, oh, and of course, thank you for the challenge, which I'll mention in AN at the very end of the fic; after the last chapter that is ^^
"* *" – thoughts
"//iitalics/i//" - dreams
Chapter 7: Of Dealing with Mutineers and Pleasures
Taking the bottle of rum from Jack and placing it on the nearby table, Will began to disrobe Jack, as he was wearing far too many clothes for what Will had in mind.
While Will's hands were occupied with the task of undressing him, Jack took the time to watch the younger man. His body was that of a magnificent statue; strong muscles from long years of work as a blacksmith, skin that was tanning, but still far more fair than Jack's own complexion. He ran his hands over the other man's chest, ghosting over the dark nipples and making Will pause in his undressing of Jack. Jack smirked and continued his examination of the fine specimen lying in his bed.
Will had to force himself to concentrate on undressing Jack and inot/i on the fact that Jack was looking at him with such intensity that Will would have sworn he could feel the heat of that gaze. With Jack finally free of his effects, belt, and shirt, the pirate stood and removed his pants.
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Will licked his lips at the sight granted to him; Jack stood naked in light of the just-risen moon streamed in through the open windows and illuminated his skin to a shade lighter than it truly was. The metal of some of the beads that adorned his hair and beard sparkled slightly, and Will felt as though he were being given a glimpse into what Jack's soul must be like. There was shadow all around, but somehow, the light came through, and in some places, he shined. It was as though this was the Jack few ever saw; this was the Jack who could pillage and plunder without shooting a shot and without spilling a drop of blood. This was the honest man who was known to do something stupid from time to time.
Will's breath caught in his throat. If he had not been certain before, he was certain now – he was well on his way to falling in love with Jack Sparrow and there was nothing in the world that could have convinced him that that was anything but the right thing to do.
Jack walked back to the bed and slowly leaned over to place a soft kiss on Will's parted lips. Will pulled Jack onto the bed and began to lay hungry kisses on Jack's mouth and neck. Jack lay his body down on top of Will's and both gasped at the first feeling of full-body, skin-on-skin contact. Will moaned. Blood rushed south and he began to thrust up, enjoying the friction that caused, but not being satisfied.
Jack brought his mouth to Will's ear, lightly tracing the outer shell with his tongue. Will shivered and moved below him. He licked again and then gently tugged on the earring-less lobe, making a mental note to change that.
"It is up to you how fast we take this. Say the word and I'll go no farther." Jack pulled back to look into Will's eyes, his voice was horse and his need apparent, but Will knew the pirate spoke the truth; if he said stop, Jack would do so, but that was far from what Will intended to say to him.
"And what if I say 'don't stop'?" Will panted from beneath him.
Jack grinned, his eyes alight with a hungry fire. "Then I shall give you a night filled with pleasures you only ever dreamed of."
Will pulled Jack down into a bruising kiss. "Show me." Jack pulled away smiling.
"Aye. I'll show you." And with that, Jack lightly pressed his lips to Will's before slowly kissing a wet trail down his chest. He stopped briefly to dip his tongue into Will's navel, making Will gasp softly.
Jack moved maddeningly slow, ever teasing, and Will could do naught about it.
Within minutes of Jack's initial onslaught Will was writhing on the bed, his hands balled into fists in the bed sheets.
It was pleasure like Will had never felt before. It was not only that Jack had quite a bit of skill when it came to the pleasures and vices of the flesh, but it was the fact that it was iJack/i who was giving this pleasure to Will. It was Jack that Will saw every time he raised his head and looked down. It was Jack whose head bobbed and turned with every lick and suck that sent jolts of pleasure racing up and down his spine.
Will knew he could not last much longer if Jack continued with the pace he had set. Will tugged on Jack's hair, hoping to convey to the pirate that if he did not stop he would fall off the edge too soon. Jack did not take the hint, or did not care -- whichever the case may be -- and sought only to speed up his already fast pace. Will gasped and moaned, voicing his pleasure in broken, unintelligible statements.
Will could no longer hold off the inevitable. The fire that was building inside of him exploded.
When it was over, Will lay there, temporarily sated and oblivious to the world around him. As his breath and pulse slowed back to their natural pace, he began to come around.
Jack had moved up to lie next to Will and now stared at him with unbridled desire plain in his eyes. He looked at Will's naked, sated form and grinned, knowing full well that the magnificent picture of masculine beauty that was laid bare before him was his alone, and knowing that he could -- and would -- make Will scream in pleasure before the night was through.
He let his hands wander about Will's body, loving the feeling of Will's flesh beneath his fingers. He trailed his fingers across Will's cheek and felt his companion lean into the caress. Jack lavished him with a flurry of feather light kisses until he began to respond to his affections once more.
Opening his eyes, Will sought out Jack's mouth and kissed him soundly, tasting the bitterness of himself still within Jack's mouth. He pulled away and smiled one of those silly, lovesick smiles and gave a contented sigh. Jack smiled in return and before he could comprehend what was going on, he was on his back, being startled by Will.
The sudden burst of energy could be attributed to Will's youth and stamina, but it was more likely due to the fact that Will could feel Jack's hardness pressing into his thigh when they kissed. All Will wanted to do was give Jack as much pleasure as he had received.
Jack moaned and continued to babble as Will made up for his inexperience with enthusiasm, which did not go unappreciated by Jack.
"Wait," Jack said as he tried to sit up and pull Will away from his task. "Will, stop." That got Will's attention. Surprised, and a bit alarmed and fearful that he had done something wrong or had hurt Jack in some way, Will pulled back. Seeing the look on Will's face, Jack grinned and somehow managed to semi-coherently get his point across. "I don't want to let go yet… I want to be in you… if you'll have me."
Will nodded. "Take me," he said quietly, "I want you to take me," his voice was clearer and he looked into Jack's eyes when he spoke. Jack nodded and moved out from under Will. "Where…?" Will let the question hang in the air between himself and the very naked and very handsome form of Jack Sparrow.
Jack rummaged around in one of the small compartments of his desk until he found what he was looking for -- a short, dark bottle made of thick glass and stopped with a cork. He sauntered back towards Will, his need bobbing against his stomach as he moved. "Oil, from Shanghai (1)." Will nodded. He knew the basics of what being with another man entailed, and he knew that oil, or something like it was need to ease one's way. "How do you want to do this, love?" Jack asked, sitting down next to Will. Will opened his mouth to answer, but Jack continued talking however, before he could respond. "It might be easier for you if I-"
Will spread his legs a little farther apart and spoke. "I want to be able to see you." And so it was done. Jack smiled and nodded and leaned over to kiss him softly before settling himself between Will's legs.
Will's heart beat faster and faster as Jack delved into untouched lands.
Jack set a slow rhythm and he searched for the spot that would make Will scream. He said such dirty and scandalous things in his passion that Will would have blushed were his whole body not flushed in their lovemaking. Jack found the spot he was searching for and soon Will's pleasure mingled with his pain until it became a mild sort of discomfort that was insignificant compared to the fireworks that were exploding behind his eyes.
Will cried out for Jack to move faster and harder, and Jack complied. Will could feel his body getting closer to its breaking point and all he could do was claw at Jack's back and urge him on.
Will cried out incoherently for a moment before "JACK!" tore from his throat.
Panting, Jack collapsed on top of Will, his seed sticking them together. Will's eyes fluttered open and Jack lazily kissed his sated lover. Will returned the kiss with as much energy as he could muster. He could not bring himself to care enough to expend the energy to get out of bed and clean up. Instead, Will curled into Jack's arms and the pirate held him close and safe as the iBlack Pearl/i rocked them to sleep.
No nightmares plagued Will's dreams that night. He slept soundly and deeply, satisfied in a way he had never been before. When Will finally awoke, Jack was still sleeping. His arms held Will close and their legs were intertwined. Will's breath caught in his throat. It had all been real, every moment of it! He would have closed his eyes and snuggled into Jack's possessive embrace, but Will could feel Jack waking up as well.
Jack stretched a little and Will rolled over to face him. Jack's trademark grin, albeit a not fully awake version of it, graced his face as he looked at Will and brushed the hair out of his eyes. His thumb ran across the stubble on Will's cheek with his thumb. Will could have sworn he saw a momentary look of disbelief at the fact that Will was there, in his bed. He brought his lips in for a soft, chaste kiss.
They pulled apart and Jack licked his lips. "'Morning, luv. Sleep well?" Will grinned and kissed Jack again.
"Better than you can imagine." Will pushed thoughts of his past disturbing dreams out of his mind, determined to enjoy every second of the morning. He opened his mouth to continue when a pounding knock at the cabin's door cut him off.
Jack grumbled and fought to disentangle himself from his bed sheets to answer the obnoxious and incessant knocking. Jack did not even bother to pull on his under clothes to answer the door.
Stark naked, a slightly annoyed Jack Sparrow opened the door to of his cabin to again find his first mate, Anamaria, on the other side. The woman did not seem at all fazed by Jack's nudity, and ignored it for all that Will could tell. She'd taken the room in with a glance – the haphazardly discarded clothes, and a naked, disheveled and slightly flushed Will sitting up in Jack's bed and covered by with naught but a sheet.
"Ye be needed on deck, Cap'n." She said calmly. "Ye need to approve the new crewmen and sign their papers a'fore we leave, which should be soon. The tides wait for no one Cap'n Sparrow." If Will was not mistaken, she was reprimanding Jack and it was all Will could do not to burst out laughing.
"Aye. I'll be on deck in a moment." Jack shut the door before Anamaria could say another word. Jack made his way back to Will and straddled his legs. "I wish I could spend all day pillaging and plundering in me own bed, but unfortunately, I have business to attend to on deck. By rights, so do you."
Will gave Jack a slightly confused look, Jack just smiled and kissed Will lightly on the lips. "Papers, luv, papers." Will flushed at not having realized that the new crew members would need to sign papers, contracts that bound them to iThe Pearl/i for a certain period of time. "You are joining the crew, luv, are you not?"
"Aye, of course, Jack! What sort of idi-" Jack silenced a slightly indignant, flustered Will with a searing kiss.
"Hush. Come now, we'd best be getting dressed a'for me first mate comes a knockin' again." Jack grinned with his gold toothed smile and stood up, looking around in hopes of discerning his garments from Will's.
The two pirates, for Will truly was one now, or would officially be one in a few moments time, dressed themselves in their discarded garments.
With his effects in place, and his clothes restored to their usual location, Jack sought out, ink, quill, and paper from within his desk to draw contracts up on. Jack twirled the quill pen around between his fingers for a moment, lost in thought, before turning his intense gaze on Will once more. "Would you rather sign your papers in here, or in front of the rest of the crew?" Jack's voice was neutral and gave away nothing; he was being quite serious, and whether Will was aware of it or not, he was quite interested in which choice Will would choose.
"On deck." Jack arched an eyebrow, Will continued. "The crew will see I am not just here to warm your bed." Will pulled his jerkin on as he spoke. "Oh, and Jack, if you try to make me your 'cabin boy' or any other such nonsense, I will never so much as kiss your cheek again." Will did not meet Jack's eyes as he buckled his sword at his waist. The threat was an empty one and they both knew it. It made Jack almost tempted to try something just to see what would happen, but his conscience got the best of him.
"As you wish, luv." Jack nodded his head, straightened up and made for the door that led out of his cabin and onto the main deck.
The sun was higher in the sky than Will had expected, though he should not have been so surprised. Jack sauntered towards a rag-tag bunch of miscreants, lowlifes, and loons and looked each one over. There were ten men varying in age from fifteen to fifty. They seemed healthy enough, and not a one of them looked particularly weak, but there was one, he could not have been much more than 25, an ugly fellow who was missing an ear beneath his shaggy hair, who seemed a bit more intelligent than the rest. He revealed himself to be a doctor of sorts when Jack questioned him. He has been some sort of apprentice to a doctor who was outlawed for practicing the medicines the native peoples and the slaves had taught him. Jack knew the value of having a doctor on the ship and welcomed him, and the rest of the new arrivals aboard iThe Pearl/i.
Will stood back with the remnants of Jack's old crew while the man himself lectured about everything, instilling in the men the awe, fear, and sense of mystery that surrounded Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack concluded his speech by cursing the graves of the men who had once mutinied against him. With that being said, Jack smiled and began to write up contracts for the new pirates.
"William Turner." Will jumped at the sound of his name, and turned to see Jack holding his contract. "If you'll please." Jack just smiled and Will accepted the paper and quill, scanning the page for any references to being Jack's cabin boy before signing it and returning it to Jack, who smiled broadly and winked at his lover.
Dog-Ear (the doctor), Shrimp (the kid), Cable (a rather large man who seemed to be all brawn and no brain), Stripey (the old man), Killick, Davit, Bowsie, Laken, Gerik, and Turi signed their papers and Jack handed them over to AnaMaria, who led them to the crew's quarters. Will, meanwhile, followed Jack to the wheel, from where he ordered the anchors weighed and the sails unfurled as they made way for the open sea.
Will leaned back against the railing as he watched Jack. The pirate looked so comfortable, so at home at the wheel of his ship. It made Will wistful and content at the same time. Normally, he would have watched Jack from afar, letting the tumult of feelings build in his stomach until the weight of them forced him to look away. He would look at Jack and long for the sense of peace, of being perfectly comfortable within your own skin, and of ibelonging/i that Jack seemed to exude. But now, for perhaps the first time ever, Will felt like he belonged somewhere, and that somewhere was there, on iThe Pearl/i with Jack. Especially with Jack. It was a nice feeling, Will admitted to himself, and it was even nicer to know that it was just the beginning.
Jack seemed to be able to feel Will's eyes upon him, and he turned his head to look at Will. Jack's heart seemed to skip a beet as he looked at Will, who was momentarily lost in his own world. Will was pulled out of his revere when he felt Jacks eyes upon him. Their gazes met and he smiled at Jack before moving towards the pirate. "So where are we headed?"
Jack's slight grin faded somewhat as his mind shifted back to the task at hand. "Well, first thing's first, I need to take care of Crimp and Quartetto's punishment for attempted mutiny. Then we'll be heading north for a while. On the way, we'll drop Ladbroc into Davy Jones' Locker." Will nodded. The living mutineers would have to die, Jack could not risk leniency, particularly with a new crew aboard. He would have to instill fear in the men.
"Cap'in?" Gibbs asked from the stairs on the right. "We be comin' up on wee a patch of land, 'ave a look for ye self." Jack smiled and shook his head no.
"No need, I know where we are." Gibbs nodded and turned to go back down the stairs. "Oh, Gibbs," the man turned, "have you seen any sharks about?"
"Aye, Cap'in." Gibbs looked at Jack wearily, and Will raised an eyebrow.
"Good." Jack said under his breath. "Bring the prisoners up on deck."
"Aye, sir." Gibbs hurried to do as Jack ordered.
"Jack, what are you planning to do?" Will was almost afraid to ask.
"You shall see soon enough."
They sailed for the small island and Jack called to the crew to drop anchor as they neared it. Gibbs, Cable, Boseie and Gerik "escorted" the prisoners onto the deck. The two men looked absolutely dreadful. Their wounds had not been cared fore and blood stained their clothing, caked on in patches. In some cases the wounds had already begun to fester. He men smelled putrid, and Will did not even want to imagine what the crew had done to them last night.
Once the crew was assembled, Jack stepped forward to speak. "Crimp and Quartetto, since you saw fit to rise up and mutiny against me, I have no choice but to execute you. I vowed ten years ago that no crew of mine would ever mutiny against me again or there would be hell to pay. You and your dead companions deserve the worst possible deaths that I can devise."
In an instant Jack had moved and had Quartetto by the neck and was pushing him towards the side of the ship. "Look down there and tell us what you see." Jack's voice was cold and Quartetto had no choice but to obey.
"Sharks," he croaked out.
"Aye, sharks. Do you know what sharks ido/i when they smell blood in the water?" Quartetto said nothing. "They go a little crazy, like this." Jack pulled a knife out of his belt, cut the man's bound wrists free, held out the mutineer's arm and cut a long, deep gash into his flesh. Quartetto cried out in pain. It was different to be cut in a fight and not to realize you'd even been injured for long moments after the incident, but without the adrenaline pumping in his veins the pain was quick and sharp. Jack forced the man's bleeding arm over the edge of the ship and watched as the blood dripped into the water at a steady pace.
The sharks swam around the side of the ship where the blood was falling, searching for the meat they knew had to be attached. Quartetto tried to struggle but he was loosing blood fast. Jack threw the man to the deck of his ship and pulled out his pistol.
Quartetto's eyes went wide as Jack fired.
Jack's aim was true and directly to the heart. Jack motioned for two of the new crew members to throw the corpse to the sharks. They did so without question.
A combination of morbid curiosity and blind hatred drew the crew to the side to watch as Quartetto's body was torn apart by the sharks bellow.
Shrimp and another of the new crewmen lost what little they had eaten for breakfast over the side.
When the frenzy died down a bit Jack turned his attention to Crimp. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood today, Crimp, else I would be throwing you overboard alive." Crimp paled. "But I think some of your former crewmates would rather shoot you full of musket balls first." Jack nodded at AnaMaria, who in turn ordered at the men to move back.
"Fire at will." Jack ordered. All but one of the men pointed his pistol at Crimp. Cable pointed his towards Will. "iAt/i will! Not at iWILL/i!" Jack knocked the pistol out of Cable's hand as the rest of the men riddled Crimp full of led.
Jack was fuming and quickly ordered Crimp's body thrown over board. "If any of you ever take it into your head that you should like to try and mutiny against me, I hope you remember this. Next time, I serve you up alive and bloody to the sharks." Jack turned on his heal and stationed himself at the wheel. He ordered the anchors weighed and the deck swabbed. He gripped the ship's wheel with a white knuckled hand, pulled his compass out of its pocket with a shaking hand and set course north.
"AnaMaria!" he called sharply. She appeared a moment latter looking rather pissed off for having been called in such a manner. "Have the men prepare Ladbroc for burial. The wheel is yours, the course is set. If need me, I shall be in my cabin. Otherwise, I will return within he hour to take care of Ladbroc."
With that Jack turned on his heel and walked down the stairs.
Will was uncertain weather to follow Jack or not. He'd never seen the man so angry.
He caught AnaMria's eye and the woman cocked her head in the direction Jack had went. "Go after him. You're 'bout the only one who can set 'im right." Her voice was a mixture of annoyance, disgust and amusement.
Will nodded his head and followed Jack into his cabin, far from certain of what to expect…
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(1) I wrote this on a whim…I have no evidence or anything to back it up, but Cat and I agreed that Jack would have some sort of exotic oil for lubricant (maybe we were just tiered, but whatever), and where better to get "exotic" than from the orient? Now the question is going to be: What will they use when it runs out? hehe
AN: WARNING: Gruesome content ahead!!!
The following is a "death threat" from my beta reader (editor) of my fanfic; she hoped this would get me moving faster...and it did…sort of, hehe ^^;;
If you don't get another chapter out right-quick, I'll gouge your left eye out with a rusted spoon, roll it around in various piles of various animal presents, get it right putrid, and stick it back in! Leaving you to fall victim to one Hell of a terrible, agonizing infection that causes yours skin to fester up in painful boils that ooze foul smelling puss. Eventually, you'll ooze such a quantity of puss that you will one night drown upon your own disgusting fluids and die a choking death of asphyxiation." ~Mel (-- B/N: And I meant every word… really… ^_^V)