Disclaimer: I own all HAHAHAHAHA...or nothing...but I can dream! Warnings: Cutting, M/M, they are still naked
Authors note: You wanted more Jack/Will so I put in some fluff... O.O
Jacks arms tightened around Will and then, before anyone knew what was happening, themselves included, they were hurtling down the cliff.
Blue water rushed up at them, there was no time to think, no time to judge the chances of being smashed to pieces on impact, the only thing left to do was clutch onto each other as they met their fate.
They hit the water hard and for a minute Will didn't know what had happened. Pain ripped through his body, he couldn't move, he tried to gasp for the breath his burning lungs screamed for but instead he inhaled salty Caribbean water. Wills vision was growing dark and he still couldn't tell which way was up, even if he had known his rebelling body would be powerless to move. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
Will felt a pang of regret as he hit the bottom, he never told Jack he loved him and now he would never get a chance. Strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him up out of the watery grip of the Ocean. Together Jack and Will surfaced not a foot from shore; trees hung over the water and sheltered them from the view of the pirates above. Once Will got in a single breath, a loud pained groan that sounded more like a scream left his lips. His whole body was on fire and he had not yet regained control of himself. Jack desperately covered Wills mouth with his hand but sound still echoed out, loud enough for Barbossas men to hear if it continued. Out of sheer desperation Jack pulled Will to his chest and pressed his lips against Wills. The last of the cry died away and as it did Will seemed to regain some measure of control.
Jack stayed frozen, his lips unmoving against Wills. When Jack finally pulled away he could see the look of shock on Wills face, he didn't want to see it when the shock turned to hate or fear so he pulled Wills head into the crook of his neck and whispered softly to him.
"Hush Will, Just a little longer and we can get out of here." Jack should have stopped talking but his pain-clouded mind didn't want to allow Will to talk. "I'll clean up those wounds of yours myself and it wont hurt to go in the water anymore." Wills eyes were still wide with shock but a pained whimper left unbidden from his lips. "After this I promise never to let anyone hurt you again but you have to stay quite for me right now, alright?"
Will didn't scream again, or talk for that matter, the only sounds he made were those of his labored breathing and occasional whimpering. Jack himself was in immense pain, landing in the water with such force had stung and reopened a few wounds that now burned with vengeance, but he knew that Will with his more extensive injuries was lucky to be coherent. After a minute of groping along the edge Jack found a rock ledge to sit on and pulled Will into his lap but didn't dare come out of the water yet. The side of the ravine they were on had only enough dirt for the plants, there was no escape this way, they would have to swim across.
Overhead Barbossa had once again begun shouting orders to search for the treasure and hopefully the carcasses of Jack and Will. Many of the cursed crew had left but Jack could not take a chance, they would swim underwater as quickly as possible.
"We are going to have to swim for it aright luv?"
"Jack I don't think I can make it."
"Course you can! Besides I'll be with ya the whole time savvy?" Will was visibly nervous but nodded anyway. "Alright deep breath!" They both took in a lungful of air and Jack planted a quick kiss on Wills forehead before he pulled them both underwater, avoiding Wills surprised look.
Half way across Will faltered and Jack quickly wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled them both across using only his legs. Jacks lungs were burning and his head began spinning from the lack of oxygen, if only it was the pleasant rum dizziness and not the on the verge of blacking out dizziness it would have been nice.
Jacks head collided with a rock as they hit the shoreline. With a mental note to feel for land with a hand instead of his head the next time around, and with Jack there always is a next time around, he pulled himself and the rather limp form of Will onto land.
"Will?" Jack laid the boy out on a bed of moss, satisfied that the overhang covered them both from prying eyes. Wills dark eyes were partially closed but clear and awake, almost sad.
"I'm sorry Jack, I just can't do this, I'm too weak to be a pirate. I will just let you down again." Will voice was incredibly small; his eyes downcast and refusing to look into Jacks face, his entire demeanor reminded Jack of a beaten puppy.
"You'll make an excellent pirate! Best to ever sail the high seas, excluding me o' course. Yer hurt now and there's nothing to be done about it 'til your better. In no time at all you'll be giving them all a run for their swag." Satisfied that Will was uninjured he lifted the boy into his lap once more and held him close against himself. It tore at his heart to see Will like this, broken in so many ways, and him powerless to take all the pain away. Brown had gotten off far too easily, minutes of pain for Wills lifelong scars, it is too late to do anything about Brown now, instead Barbossa shall pay.
"We 'ave to keep moving, find me crew...find some pants. Come on, up ya go." Jack lifted them both to their feet and looped an arm around Wills waist, half dragging half comforting as they walked up a makeshift pathway through the brush.
"Jack!" It was a womans voice calling to them, accompanied by several male voices talking amongst themselves in the background.
Jack pushed through the last layers of brush and found himself in a natural sanctuary. One high stone wall, a cliff too high to jump from and survive marked one side, On another the ground simple dropped away into the ocean, leaving a remarkable view of the currently setting sun, Trees marked the edge of the opening on the last side as no trees resided inside the little oasis, only sinfully green grass and flowers from a romantics paintings adorned the land. Out of all this Jack loved the man made bit that he could thank his crew for the most, the treasure of Barbossa sat in mounds at the bottom of the cliff wall and on top of the highest mound perched the unopened chest of Cortez himself.
Several of the Pearls crew sat idly on the treasure but Ana Maria was headed towards them with a relieved grin adorning her features.
"Fancy meeting you here." Jack said happily, making huge mannerisms with one hand as his other pulled Will closer to him.
"Could say the same for you captain...starting a new trend Jack? I'm not dealing with the lot of you running around stark naked all day, would surprise them in battle I suppose but you might loose a few parts."
"Actually I was hoping you had some pants for us, on second thought do you have any rum? Rum first, cloths later."
"Cloths I have, rum is on the Pearl." Ana turned away from the pouting Jack and acknowledged Will. "Glad yer all right Will. 'sides Jack would have thrown himself over board if you weren't and there is no way I'm fishing a foolish, rumless, naked Jack from the sea."
Jacks eyes grew as round as the full moon and he desperately made choking motions at the blabbing pirate. Ana Maria ignored him with a satisfied 'I know all' smirk that Jack was beginning to think was the female sexes plot to destroy him.
Ana turned and began walking away as she spoke. "I 'ave scouts all around us, when Barbossa gets here we'll know. You can have the cloths as soon as you've finished bathing and cleaning out those wounds." She gestured with her hand to something Jack had failed to notice. A little spring was just inside the tree cover; from inside the sanctuary all you could tell was that there was water there from the rock formations.
Jack pulled Will over to the pool, glad for the relative cover of the brush; he didn't like sharing Will with others. Jack hopped in with a splash and emerged a moment later sopping wet and looking no worse for it, somehow the kohl around his eyes always seemed to elude the water, apparently even Jacks makeup could do super natural feats.
Will stood a foot from the pool unmoving. His hands moved to strategic positions as he became aware of Jacks eyes on him.
"Are you not coming in then? No offense luv but ya smell like Gibbs after sleepin' with the pigs." Will blushed and look down shyly, but there was something else, another emotion there, fear. Out of nowhere Jack had an epitome and leapt from the pool and slinked over to Wills side.
"Its fresh water, its not going to hurt you like the salty ocean spray." Jack whispered into Wills ear if only because it was a way to get closer to Will in an almost inconspicuous way. Will nodded as if he agreed but made no move toward the water. With a sigh Jack picked Will up in his arms like a baby. Will yelped in surprise and quickly wrapped his arms around Jacks neck, which only served to make the older pirate chuckle. Much to Wills horror Jack stepped into the water, lower both of them into its depths. Will closed his eyes and braced himself for the searing pain that would lace his body but it never came, Jack was right.
Jack found a ledge where he could sit easily with his neck and head out of the water and placed Will in his lap.
"Jack, I'm alright now you can let me go." Will said trying to escape the temptation of staying in Jacks lap.
"Nonsense! I said I'd take care of you an' that mate includes dealing with all manner of new holes your body was not intended to have." Jack wrapped am arm around Wills stomach and suddenly found himself lacking the proper items to clean either of them. "ANA..." Jack was cut off as a bar of soap flew over the bushes and hit him in the forehead. "You bloody did that on purpose!" Jack called back aggravated, a loud 'ha' followed from over the bushes.
After looking over his charge Jack found that Wills hair was the dirtiest part of him and would need cleaning first. Jack took great delight and gently washing the bloodied hair, loving how it his ministrations were making it feel like silk in his hands. Will on the other hand found Jacks hands a little too nice and found himself with the undeniable evidence of his arousal. Silently he thanked anything he could think of that the water was foggy enough to hide anything much lower than his chest.
Oblivious to Wills problem Jack finished with his hair and began scrubbing at the cuts littering the boys body. Will hissed in pain as one of the more infected wounds on his arm was scrubbed clean.
"Its all right luv." Jack cooed in Wills ear, stopping temporarily to pull Will flat against his chest and plant a kiss on his forehead. "Its gonna hurt a bit, they're infected. Once I'm done they'll get better and stop hurting ya." With a final caress of Wills cheek Jack pulled the boy to arms length. "Be strong for ol' Jack." Will smiled at the grinning pirate, on the bright side Wills arousal completely disappeared with the level of pain he was in to distract him.
Jack finished with Wills arms and moved down to the sculpted chest. He could feel the gashes made by Barbossas knife, as he himself had been helpless on the Pearl. A surge of protectiveness flared up in Jack and he unconsciously pulled Will closer to him. Each wound was another painful memory for Will, each with its own story and its own tears. Jack could not ask where each gash came from, it would be too painful for both of them but he couldn't help but imagine. His heart twisted painfully as bloody visions passed before his eyes, with all Jacks being he hopped the real thing was less vicious.
"Jack?" The pain had lessened enough for Will to think clearly once more, he blinked a few times as if to clear the fog from his mind and turned to see why Jack had stopped. The pirate sat frozen, his eyes glazed over as if his mind where somewhere far away, his arms tightened possessively around Wills waist, fingers splayed over the wet skin of his stomach. Wills eyes drifted from the far off eyes that looked no less deep or intriguing for it, down to where angry red lines crept from the mans back and onto his shoulders. It was all his fault, Jack was hurt all because of him. Tears stung at the back of Wills eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks but he couldn't do that to Jack, the older man hated to see friends suffer.
"Jack!" Will said louder this time, talking to distract himself from his own weakness, his own mind. This time Jack shook his head, coming back into the present and sending droplets of water everywhere in the process. "Your hurt."
"Hu?" Jack asked rather stupidly, his mind still coming back from its little vacation. Will touched one of the infected lines gently, brushing his fingers lightly against it. Jack hissed in pain, caught of guard by the unexpected wave of pain that flowed through him and unable to put up a mask in time.
Wordlessly Will took the soap from Jack and pulled himself from the pirates grasp. He couldn't find the strengths to talk, even if he had he wouldn't know what to say, he didn't trust his voice to talk anyway. The evidence of his weakness was etched onto Jacks back; the least he could do was make it less painful in the long run. The once tanned healthy flesh of Jacks back was entirely inflamed, the lines danced and melded together forming intricate patterns that reminded Will of fire. He began washing and scrubbing much like Jack had done for him but he couldn't stand the hiccups of pain that erupted erratically from Jack when he periodically lost control of his own body only to regain it a moment later. Will put his chin on Jack shoulder and whispered lovingly in his ear.
"I'm so sorry, it will be over soon." Jack meant to turn around, meant to comfort the boy who sounded so broken behind him but hot lips planting a chaste kiss on the curve of his neck had him frozen in place. Before the surprise wore off and Jack had a chance to speak Will was once again scrubbing the wounds on his back as gently as he dared, sending Jack spiraling from reality once more.
When Jack recovered he found himself in Wills lap, his hair being washed by gentle hands. He looked questioningly up at Will but couldn't see much of anything with his hair in the way. Thing is his hair was only in the way when his bandana was gone, not even Jack could untie that thing at command, it was so tangled with his own dark hair and glittering trinkets. After a moment of pondering Jack sat back and relaxed, never one to shun a rare gift when he got one.
All too soon the pleasant hands stopped their ministrations and Jack was placed back upon his seat alone. Will blushed when he felt Jacks eyes on him.
"Thanks Will, I'll never know how ya got that thing out of my hair." Jack grinned, reaching for his red scarf to tie back into place. As soon as his hair was back to its original state, only cleaner, Jack stood and stepped closer to Will so their bodies were only inches apart. Jack placed a hand on Wills cheek and smiled pulling them together with the other hand so that when he spoke it was directly into the boys ear.
"No more pain, I promise. I'm never gonna let you die." Jack pulled Will just enough so that he could feel their breaths mingle and all he could see were two chocolate brown orbs framed by dark, thick lashes. Neither one pulled back, not content to stand like that but afraid to move.
"Jack!" Ana Maria flew through the bushes and stood at the edge of the pool seemingly oblivious to the scene in front of her. "Barbossas men are coming, two of our scouts spotted them. Iv collected the rest of our scouts and we're headed to fight them now."
"Well lets go then!" Jack relinquished his position next to Will to face Ana and swagger accordingly.
"You an' Will are going to stay here and watch the gold. Ye can barely walk, how do ye except to fight and protect Will?" Ana retorted as if she had everything planned out ahead of time, arguments included.
"I do not need to be protected!" Will spoke up rather hotly only to be ignored.
"He'll stay here where it's safe." Jack nodded in agreement with himself.
"I'm coming with you Jack." Will spoke up again, determined to be heard.
"But..." Jack attempted weakly before he was interrupted.
"That settles it! Will ye will stay with Jack so he can 'not' protect ye from fighting in yer state. I would put on some pants though, don't know if they are all attacking at once, might still end up fighting 'ere as well." With that Ana Maria took her leave, bringing the crew with her, cutlass in hand.
Jack sighed and stepped out of the pool, William in tow. When they stepped back into the sanctuary everyone else had gone but a bundle of cloths lay of the ground near by. Jack found himself some pants and held them up for Will to see like a child with a new toy.
"Pants!" Jack exclaimed happily throwing a pair to Will. Will also found himself a large white shirt that hung loosely on his slim frame and hung open baring part of his chest while Jack simply couldn't be bothered.
Jack tore his eyes from Will and walked purposefully toward the stone chest of Cortez. He let his fingers dance across the intricate designs before giving the top a light push, nothing happened. Jack tried again, pushing harder this time, putting his full weight against it. Will joined Jack at the top of the golden mound and watched Jack strain against the unyielding stone.
"Maybe we have to do something to open it."
"Exactly! So help me push!" Jack continued his fruitless struggle.
"Blood."
"What are ye talking about? Would you help me already, we need to uncurse Barbossa to kill 'im."
"Jack it wants blood to open, assuring itself that it will get some blood sacrifice out of the deal. Just like a pirate, I'll pay you this much now you'll get the rest later." Jack stopped pushing and stared at Will.
"How did ya figure that out?" Will just shrugged.
"Pirate." Was the simple explanation. Jack grinned and grabbed the pilfered knife from his pants.
"Knew it would come in handy." Jack pressed the blade to his palm but Will stopped him from breaking the skin.
"I might be wrong!" Will added his eyes growing wide.
"Worth a shot." He tried again to pull the blade across his skin but Will grabbed it from him.
"We'll both do it."
"Will..."Jack protested but much to his dismay was interrupted.
"Its not like I'm squeamish around blood Jack." Will blushed as he spoke but kept his head up, refusing to look away.
"Alright then." Jack pulled Will closer to him so that their chests were touching and Will had to look down so as not to kiss Jack. Their hands clasped together, the knife in between; Jack pulled the knife down creating twin slashes on their palms. As he did it he kissed Wills forehead but the boy in question chose that moment to look back up and found his lips on Jacks. Both men froze in place, not wanting to move away, waiting for something to happen. They completely forgot about their bleeding hands pressed firmly together and missed the droplets of mingled blood drop onto the stone chest.
They jumped apart as metal hit stone near by. The cover to the cursed coins had propelled itself back wards off the chest to land with a crash on the gold littering the clearing.
"You did it!" Jack exclaimed looking over the coins, his arm slipping undetected around Wills waist. Will just smiled, a little dazed from the kiss and unable to think straight.
"Jack I..." Will had every intention of questioning their accidental kiss but a rather large snap for the woods near by stopped him. "The moon is out."
Jack took Will and dove behind a pile of gold, their joined palms hitting the cursed coins as they fell with a tinkling sound. Five men Will recognize as being from Barbossas crew broke into the clearing, their eyes lighting up as they fell upon the treasure. Barbossa himself emerged a moment later, his eyes glinted hungrily as the rest of him rotted and fell away, the moonlight showing him for what he truly was.
"Ignore the rest! Take a piece from the chest!" Barbossa shouted as he bounded up a pile. "The immortal Captain Barbossa and crew, terror of the world for all eternity!"
Hope you liked it! Not much longer now! Please review, I do tend to be swayed by reviews (originally this was 3 chapters long and everyone died!) so review! puppy dog eyes
Jacks arms tightened around Will and then, before anyone knew what was happening, themselves included, they were hurtling down the cliff.
Blue water rushed up at them, there was no time to think, no time to judge the chances of being smashed to pieces on impact, the only thing left to do was clutch onto each other as they met their fate.
They hit the water hard and for a minute Will didn't know what had happened. Pain ripped through his body, he couldn't move, he tried to gasp for the breath his burning lungs screamed for but instead he inhaled salty Caribbean water. Wills vision was growing dark and he still couldn't tell which way was up, even if he had known his rebelling body would be powerless to move. He was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.
Will felt a pang of regret as he hit the bottom, he never told Jack he loved him and now he would never get a chance. Strong arms encircled his waist and pulled him up out of the watery grip of the Ocean. Together Jack and Will surfaced not a foot from shore; trees hung over the water and sheltered them from the view of the pirates above. Once Will got in a single breath, a loud pained groan that sounded more like a scream left his lips. His whole body was on fire and he had not yet regained control of himself. Jack desperately covered Wills mouth with his hand but sound still echoed out, loud enough for Barbossas men to hear if it continued. Out of sheer desperation Jack pulled Will to his chest and pressed his lips against Wills. The last of the cry died away and as it did Will seemed to regain some measure of control.
Jack stayed frozen, his lips unmoving against Wills. When Jack finally pulled away he could see the look of shock on Wills face, he didn't want to see it when the shock turned to hate or fear so he pulled Wills head into the crook of his neck and whispered softly to him.
"Hush Will, Just a little longer and we can get out of here." Jack should have stopped talking but his pain-clouded mind didn't want to allow Will to talk. "I'll clean up those wounds of yours myself and it wont hurt to go in the water anymore." Wills eyes were still wide with shock but a pained whimper left unbidden from his lips. "After this I promise never to let anyone hurt you again but you have to stay quite for me right now, alright?"
Will didn't scream again, or talk for that matter, the only sounds he made were those of his labored breathing and occasional whimpering. Jack himself was in immense pain, landing in the water with such force had stung and reopened a few wounds that now burned with vengeance, but he knew that Will with his more extensive injuries was lucky to be coherent. After a minute of groping along the edge Jack found a rock ledge to sit on and pulled Will into his lap but didn't dare come out of the water yet. The side of the ravine they were on had only enough dirt for the plants, there was no escape this way, they would have to swim across.
Overhead Barbossa had once again begun shouting orders to search for the treasure and hopefully the carcasses of Jack and Will. Many of the cursed crew had left but Jack could not take a chance, they would swim underwater as quickly as possible.
"We are going to have to swim for it aright luv?"
"Jack I don't think I can make it."
"Course you can! Besides I'll be with ya the whole time savvy?" Will was visibly nervous but nodded anyway. "Alright deep breath!" They both took in a lungful of air and Jack planted a quick kiss on Wills forehead before he pulled them both underwater, avoiding Wills surprised look.
Half way across Will faltered and Jack quickly wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled them both across using only his legs. Jacks lungs were burning and his head began spinning from the lack of oxygen, if only it was the pleasant rum dizziness and not the on the verge of blacking out dizziness it would have been nice.
Jacks head collided with a rock as they hit the shoreline. With a mental note to feel for land with a hand instead of his head the next time around, and with Jack there always is a next time around, he pulled himself and the rather limp form of Will onto land.
"Will?" Jack laid the boy out on a bed of moss, satisfied that the overhang covered them both from prying eyes. Wills dark eyes were partially closed but clear and awake, almost sad.
"I'm sorry Jack, I just can't do this, I'm too weak to be a pirate. I will just let you down again." Will voice was incredibly small; his eyes downcast and refusing to look into Jacks face, his entire demeanor reminded Jack of a beaten puppy.
"You'll make an excellent pirate! Best to ever sail the high seas, excluding me o' course. Yer hurt now and there's nothing to be done about it 'til your better. In no time at all you'll be giving them all a run for their swag." Satisfied that Will was uninjured he lifted the boy into his lap once more and held him close against himself. It tore at his heart to see Will like this, broken in so many ways, and him powerless to take all the pain away. Brown had gotten off far too easily, minutes of pain for Wills lifelong scars, it is too late to do anything about Brown now, instead Barbossa shall pay.
"We 'ave to keep moving, find me crew...find some pants. Come on, up ya go." Jack lifted them both to their feet and looped an arm around Wills waist, half dragging half comforting as they walked up a makeshift pathway through the brush.
"Jack!" It was a womans voice calling to them, accompanied by several male voices talking amongst themselves in the background.
Jack pushed through the last layers of brush and found himself in a natural sanctuary. One high stone wall, a cliff too high to jump from and survive marked one side, On another the ground simple dropped away into the ocean, leaving a remarkable view of the currently setting sun, Trees marked the edge of the opening on the last side as no trees resided inside the little oasis, only sinfully green grass and flowers from a romantics paintings adorned the land. Out of all this Jack loved the man made bit that he could thank his crew for the most, the treasure of Barbossa sat in mounds at the bottom of the cliff wall and on top of the highest mound perched the unopened chest of Cortez himself.
Several of the Pearls crew sat idly on the treasure but Ana Maria was headed towards them with a relieved grin adorning her features.
"Fancy meeting you here." Jack said happily, making huge mannerisms with one hand as his other pulled Will closer to him.
"Could say the same for you captain...starting a new trend Jack? I'm not dealing with the lot of you running around stark naked all day, would surprise them in battle I suppose but you might loose a few parts."
"Actually I was hoping you had some pants for us, on second thought do you have any rum? Rum first, cloths later."
"Cloths I have, rum is on the Pearl." Ana turned away from the pouting Jack and acknowledged Will. "Glad yer all right Will. 'sides Jack would have thrown himself over board if you weren't and there is no way I'm fishing a foolish, rumless, naked Jack from the sea."
Jacks eyes grew as round as the full moon and he desperately made choking motions at the blabbing pirate. Ana Maria ignored him with a satisfied 'I know all' smirk that Jack was beginning to think was the female sexes plot to destroy him.
Ana turned and began walking away as she spoke. "I 'ave scouts all around us, when Barbossa gets here we'll know. You can have the cloths as soon as you've finished bathing and cleaning out those wounds." She gestured with her hand to something Jack had failed to notice. A little spring was just inside the tree cover; from inside the sanctuary all you could tell was that there was water there from the rock formations.
Jack pulled Will over to the pool, glad for the relative cover of the brush; he didn't like sharing Will with others. Jack hopped in with a splash and emerged a moment later sopping wet and looking no worse for it, somehow the kohl around his eyes always seemed to elude the water, apparently even Jacks makeup could do super natural feats.
Will stood a foot from the pool unmoving. His hands moved to strategic positions as he became aware of Jacks eyes on him.
"Are you not coming in then? No offense luv but ya smell like Gibbs after sleepin' with the pigs." Will blushed and look down shyly, but there was something else, another emotion there, fear. Out of nowhere Jack had an epitome and leapt from the pool and slinked over to Wills side.
"Its fresh water, its not going to hurt you like the salty ocean spray." Jack whispered into Wills ear if only because it was a way to get closer to Will in an almost inconspicuous way. Will nodded as if he agreed but made no move toward the water. With a sigh Jack picked Will up in his arms like a baby. Will yelped in surprise and quickly wrapped his arms around Jacks neck, which only served to make the older pirate chuckle. Much to Wills horror Jack stepped into the water, lower both of them into its depths. Will closed his eyes and braced himself for the searing pain that would lace his body but it never came, Jack was right.
Jack found a ledge where he could sit easily with his neck and head out of the water and placed Will in his lap.
"Jack, I'm alright now you can let me go." Will said trying to escape the temptation of staying in Jacks lap.
"Nonsense! I said I'd take care of you an' that mate includes dealing with all manner of new holes your body was not intended to have." Jack wrapped am arm around Wills stomach and suddenly found himself lacking the proper items to clean either of them. "ANA..." Jack was cut off as a bar of soap flew over the bushes and hit him in the forehead. "You bloody did that on purpose!" Jack called back aggravated, a loud 'ha' followed from over the bushes.
After looking over his charge Jack found that Wills hair was the dirtiest part of him and would need cleaning first. Jack took great delight and gently washing the bloodied hair, loving how it his ministrations were making it feel like silk in his hands. Will on the other hand found Jacks hands a little too nice and found himself with the undeniable evidence of his arousal. Silently he thanked anything he could think of that the water was foggy enough to hide anything much lower than his chest.
Oblivious to Wills problem Jack finished with his hair and began scrubbing at the cuts littering the boys body. Will hissed in pain as one of the more infected wounds on his arm was scrubbed clean.
"Its all right luv." Jack cooed in Wills ear, stopping temporarily to pull Will flat against his chest and plant a kiss on his forehead. "Its gonna hurt a bit, they're infected. Once I'm done they'll get better and stop hurting ya." With a final caress of Wills cheek Jack pulled the boy to arms length. "Be strong for ol' Jack." Will smiled at the grinning pirate, on the bright side Wills arousal completely disappeared with the level of pain he was in to distract him.
Jack finished with Wills arms and moved down to the sculpted chest. He could feel the gashes made by Barbossas knife, as he himself had been helpless on the Pearl. A surge of protectiveness flared up in Jack and he unconsciously pulled Will closer to him. Each wound was another painful memory for Will, each with its own story and its own tears. Jack could not ask where each gash came from, it would be too painful for both of them but he couldn't help but imagine. His heart twisted painfully as bloody visions passed before his eyes, with all Jacks being he hopped the real thing was less vicious.
"Jack?" The pain had lessened enough for Will to think clearly once more, he blinked a few times as if to clear the fog from his mind and turned to see why Jack had stopped. The pirate sat frozen, his eyes glazed over as if his mind where somewhere far away, his arms tightened possessively around Wills waist, fingers splayed over the wet skin of his stomach. Wills eyes drifted from the far off eyes that looked no less deep or intriguing for it, down to where angry red lines crept from the mans back and onto his shoulders. It was all his fault, Jack was hurt all because of him. Tears stung at the back of Wills eyes and threatened to spill down his cheeks but he couldn't do that to Jack, the older man hated to see friends suffer.
"Jack!" Will said louder this time, talking to distract himself from his own weakness, his own mind. This time Jack shook his head, coming back into the present and sending droplets of water everywhere in the process. "Your hurt."
"Hu?" Jack asked rather stupidly, his mind still coming back from its little vacation. Will touched one of the infected lines gently, brushing his fingers lightly against it. Jack hissed in pain, caught of guard by the unexpected wave of pain that flowed through him and unable to put up a mask in time.
Wordlessly Will took the soap from Jack and pulled himself from the pirates grasp. He couldn't find the strengths to talk, even if he had he wouldn't know what to say, he didn't trust his voice to talk anyway. The evidence of his weakness was etched onto Jacks back; the least he could do was make it less painful in the long run. The once tanned healthy flesh of Jacks back was entirely inflamed, the lines danced and melded together forming intricate patterns that reminded Will of fire. He began washing and scrubbing much like Jack had done for him but he couldn't stand the hiccups of pain that erupted erratically from Jack when he periodically lost control of his own body only to regain it a moment later. Will put his chin on Jack shoulder and whispered lovingly in his ear.
"I'm so sorry, it will be over soon." Jack meant to turn around, meant to comfort the boy who sounded so broken behind him but hot lips planting a chaste kiss on the curve of his neck had him frozen in place. Before the surprise wore off and Jack had a chance to speak Will was once again scrubbing the wounds on his back as gently as he dared, sending Jack spiraling from reality once more.
When Jack recovered he found himself in Wills lap, his hair being washed by gentle hands. He looked questioningly up at Will but couldn't see much of anything with his hair in the way. Thing is his hair was only in the way when his bandana was gone, not even Jack could untie that thing at command, it was so tangled with his own dark hair and glittering trinkets. After a moment of pondering Jack sat back and relaxed, never one to shun a rare gift when he got one.
All too soon the pleasant hands stopped their ministrations and Jack was placed back upon his seat alone. Will blushed when he felt Jacks eyes on him.
"Thanks Will, I'll never know how ya got that thing out of my hair." Jack grinned, reaching for his red scarf to tie back into place. As soon as his hair was back to its original state, only cleaner, Jack stood and stepped closer to Will so their bodies were only inches apart. Jack placed a hand on Wills cheek and smiled pulling them together with the other hand so that when he spoke it was directly into the boys ear.
"No more pain, I promise. I'm never gonna let you die." Jack pulled Will just enough so that he could feel their breaths mingle and all he could see were two chocolate brown orbs framed by dark, thick lashes. Neither one pulled back, not content to stand like that but afraid to move.
"Jack!" Ana Maria flew through the bushes and stood at the edge of the pool seemingly oblivious to the scene in front of her. "Barbossas men are coming, two of our scouts spotted them. Iv collected the rest of our scouts and we're headed to fight them now."
"Well lets go then!" Jack relinquished his position next to Will to face Ana and swagger accordingly.
"You an' Will are going to stay here and watch the gold. Ye can barely walk, how do ye except to fight and protect Will?" Ana retorted as if she had everything planned out ahead of time, arguments included.
"I do not need to be protected!" Will spoke up rather hotly only to be ignored.
"He'll stay here where it's safe." Jack nodded in agreement with himself.
"I'm coming with you Jack." Will spoke up again, determined to be heard.
"But..." Jack attempted weakly before he was interrupted.
"That settles it! Will ye will stay with Jack so he can 'not' protect ye from fighting in yer state. I would put on some pants though, don't know if they are all attacking at once, might still end up fighting 'ere as well." With that Ana Maria took her leave, bringing the crew with her, cutlass in hand.
Jack sighed and stepped out of the pool, William in tow. When they stepped back into the sanctuary everyone else had gone but a bundle of cloths lay of the ground near by. Jack found himself some pants and held them up for Will to see like a child with a new toy.
"Pants!" Jack exclaimed happily throwing a pair to Will. Will also found himself a large white shirt that hung loosely on his slim frame and hung open baring part of his chest while Jack simply couldn't be bothered.
Jack tore his eyes from Will and walked purposefully toward the stone chest of Cortez. He let his fingers dance across the intricate designs before giving the top a light push, nothing happened. Jack tried again, pushing harder this time, putting his full weight against it. Will joined Jack at the top of the golden mound and watched Jack strain against the unyielding stone.
"Maybe we have to do something to open it."
"Exactly! So help me push!" Jack continued his fruitless struggle.
"Blood."
"What are ye talking about? Would you help me already, we need to uncurse Barbossa to kill 'im."
"Jack it wants blood to open, assuring itself that it will get some blood sacrifice out of the deal. Just like a pirate, I'll pay you this much now you'll get the rest later." Jack stopped pushing and stared at Will.
"How did ya figure that out?" Will just shrugged.
"Pirate." Was the simple explanation. Jack grinned and grabbed the pilfered knife from his pants.
"Knew it would come in handy." Jack pressed the blade to his palm but Will stopped him from breaking the skin.
"I might be wrong!" Will added his eyes growing wide.
"Worth a shot." He tried again to pull the blade across his skin but Will grabbed it from him.
"We'll both do it."
"Will..."Jack protested but much to his dismay was interrupted.
"Its not like I'm squeamish around blood Jack." Will blushed as he spoke but kept his head up, refusing to look away.
"Alright then." Jack pulled Will closer to him so that their chests were touching and Will had to look down so as not to kiss Jack. Their hands clasped together, the knife in between; Jack pulled the knife down creating twin slashes on their palms. As he did it he kissed Wills forehead but the boy in question chose that moment to look back up and found his lips on Jacks. Both men froze in place, not wanting to move away, waiting for something to happen. They completely forgot about their bleeding hands pressed firmly together and missed the droplets of mingled blood drop onto the stone chest.
They jumped apart as metal hit stone near by. The cover to the cursed coins had propelled itself back wards off the chest to land with a crash on the gold littering the clearing.
"You did it!" Jack exclaimed looking over the coins, his arm slipping undetected around Wills waist. Will just smiled, a little dazed from the kiss and unable to think straight.
"Jack I..." Will had every intention of questioning their accidental kiss but a rather large snap for the woods near by stopped him. "The moon is out."
Jack took Will and dove behind a pile of gold, their joined palms hitting the cursed coins as they fell with a tinkling sound. Five men Will recognize as being from Barbossas crew broke into the clearing, their eyes lighting up as they fell upon the treasure. Barbossa himself emerged a moment later, his eyes glinted hungrily as the rest of him rotted and fell away, the moonlight showing him for what he truly was.
"Ignore the rest! Take a piece from the chest!" Barbossa shouted as he bounded up a pile. "The immortal Captain Barbossa and crew, terror of the world for all eternity!"
Hope you liked it! Not much longer now! Please review, I do tend to be swayed by reviews (originally this was 3 chapters long and everyone died!) so review! puppy dog eyes