Title: Fires of Purgatory Part Two: We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us (2a/4) WIP
Author: QteCuttlfish
Author email: mizbara@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Type: Angst/Slash/Rape
Summary: Jack and Will are rescued by Norrington and Elizabeth. But will they ever heal? And why does Will feel guilt for what happened?
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, its characters, and plots belongs to Disney. I do not own any part of them, even though I wish I did…*starts dreaming of owning Jack and Will*
WARNING: Mentions of m/m RAPE! PLEASE do not read if you no like!

Pairing: Jack/Will, mentioned Will/Elizabeth, Jack/Elizabeth, will be Jack/Will/Elizabeth

Authors Notes:

Okay, first and foremost, I fixed the names of Pintel and Ragetti in Part One. Secondly, I am very, very sorry this took so long to come out. My muses weren't doing their jobs, and I kind of got stuck while trying to write Part 2. ^_^; I apologize profusely to those of you who have been waiting quite patiently for this fic to continue. There will be four parts to this, and I'm hoping to get the other two out much faster. ^_^;

I will be replying to reviews in Part 2b.

One more little thing…Jack and Will be very traumatized after the events of Part 1, understandably so. They won't be back to their old selves at all until Part 4, at the very earliest, so if Jack is too subdued, that's why. ^_^; Anyway, enjoy the fic!

Fires of Purgatory

Part Two (a):

We Forgive Those Who Trespass Against Us

The first thing Will Turner registered upon returning to consciousness was the pain. First the splitting pain on both sides of his head, front and back, from the pirates had hit him to kidnap hi, and where they'd slammed his head against the bars. Second, sharp pains needled from all over his body, forcing memories of rough clothing and an even rougher ground. Third, the burning pain emanating from his rear convinced him his nightmare was only too real. Jack had raped him. Will forced the bile to stay down as he remembered the vicious assault on his body. But then another memory broke through the wall of pain. Will had chosen Jack over the others. The ache in Will's chest eased just a little as he remembered why Jack had done it. To protect him. His own words returned to mock him. Better you than them. Now Will wasn't so sure.

He knew his body would be in worse shape. But maybe his heart wouldn't be so sore…but Will knew he was only kidding himself. Disgust for himself rose in him as he realized a part of him had rejoiced in Jack's possession of him. A part of him had betrayed Elizabeth, his very loved and pregnant wife. The part of him that secretly lusted after, and maybe even loved Captain Jack Sparrow, had reveled in Jack's hands roaming his body. He'd wanted to do the same to Jack, to remove each layer of clothing, to kiss the skin its removal bared. But he'd clenched his fists. Will had not wanted to completely betray his wife, nor had he wanted the pirates to see Jack the way they'd seen Will: completely naked and completely at their mercy.

Will had withstood the humiliation of being nude well. However, the cruel choice the pirates had forced on him made him long to rage and yell like a madman. He'd chosen Jack over the pirates for the simple reason that he trusted Jack not to torture him more than he had to. Forgetting your secret desire for him, his inner voice mentioned. Had Will been in any position to do so, he would have groaned. He knew Jack had felt his body's response. God help him, a part of Will still wanted Jack. But it was wrong! Will loved Elizabeth with everything in him. He'd loved her ever since he'd opened his eyes to see the lovely young girl watching over him. He couldn't possibly be in love with two people at the same time. It was lust, pure lust, and nothing more.

Even to himself, Will wondered just how long that excuse would work. Guilt strangled him. He'd betrayed Elizabeth! His heart screamed in his chest.

"Will he be all right?" a soft voice asked.

The beautiful young man writhed in anguish, causing blood to flow from many of his wounds.

"I do not yet know, miss. His fever is the most critical part," a sterner voice explained.

Hot, so hot, Will's throat numbed with a scratchy dryness. This time, he did moan, a name, "Elizabeth."

A gentle hand took his roughened one.

"I'm here," the sweet whisper reached his ears.

Will wondered why she was in the cell the pirates had kept Jack and him in. But he forgot, grasping at the only lifeline he had left.

"He won't die, will he?" a very subdued voice asked.

"If we can get the fever down, he'll live for certain. But we must first get the fever down," the stern voice Will did not recognize said. "Mr. Sparrow, is it? How did he come by these injuries?"

"May I tell ye in private? 'Tis not fit for a lass's ears, especially a lass with child," Jack's voice was strained.

Will's hand gripped Elizabeth's hand very tightly at the sound of Jack's voice. I'm sorry, Elizabeth, so sorry. Will's thoughts apologized to Elizabeth for the betrayal he'd committed in enjoying Jack's hands, lips, tongue, and teeth on his body. Will moaned, twisting slightly. He wondered if there was something wrong with him. Was he a whore who opened his legs for anyone that wanted him? No, that couldn't be it. He hadn't enjoyed the molestation from the other pirates. Their touches made him nauseous. They'd made him feel dirty, worthless, just another attractive body that the pirates could take because they wanted it. But Jack's touch was different. Until the Bo'sun had ordered Jack to take him, Will's body had enjoyed itself. Jack made him feel…loved, wanted, because of who he was to Jack. In spite of their disgusting audience, Will had found himself quite aroused. It hadn't lasted, as Jack's body shoved him into the floor. But Will understood why, though he felt hurt and betrayed. The Bo'sun had told Jack to make it a "hard ride". Jack had protected him by doing the lesser of two evils. If only it didn't hurt so much.

The secret side of Will he would barely acknowledge wondered what it would have been like had the pirates not been in the room. Would Jack have been gentle the whole time? Or would the end result have been the same? Will knew insanity lay in that thinking, but he couldn't help himself.

A cool cloth brought temporary relief. The heat was almost unbearable, as were the memories it tormented him with. Will began shivering. He was too hot, yet so cold.

"Will?" Elizabeth's voice sounded far away. "Doctor!"

A door slammed open, and two pairs of feet ran in.

"What is it, Mrs. Turner?" the stern voice asked.

"His fever's getting worse. What can we do?" Elizabeth sounded perilously close to tears.

Will felt someone's hands against his forehead.

"We can wrap him in wet towels every half hour, and pray the fever goes down. That's all we can do while at sea. I'm sorry," the doctor informed them.

Will slipped into sleep during that conversation, able to ignore what was going on around him. But it wasn't a pleasant rest.

Will was back in the blacksmith shop. He reached for a black hat. A sword hit his hand, stopping him. A ferocious sword fight ended with the other man holding a gun.

"This shot is not meant for you," the man desperately said.

Then the floor spilled out from beneath Will, and he fell into the ocean. He tried to swim, but he couldn't. He was only ten years old. Arms pulled him out. A lovely young girl stood in front of him.

"I'm watching over you," she said.

A chain snaked from him, pulling her in. Jack Sparrow appeared beside her, and the chain yanked him in as well.

"Pirate is in your blood," the words seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"He's a pirate."

The chain turned invisible as Elizabeth and he aged. He kissed her. "I love you."

Norrington and Barbossa attacked Jack. Elizabeth and Will stood in the way. "A good man." "My place is here, between you and Jack."

They disappeared as Jack jumped off a cliff, landing on the Black Pearl.

Elizabeth and Will were married. He removed her clothing, kissing her all the while. His hands sought her breasts, her buttocks, everywhere. He entered her with an ecstatic shout. She cried out in passion, before fading away.

Will was in the captain's quarters of the Pearl. Jack emerged, gloriously nude. He kissed Will, and Will allowed his hands to roam the older man. Jack gently pushed him onto the bed, and lay on top of him.

Suddenly Will lay on the floor of the cell. Jack was in him, pounding him against the floor. Taunts reached his ears.

Stop, please, no more, not like this.

"Stop! Just stop! Not like this…not like this," Will murmured in his tormented sleep, before finally opening his eyes with an audible gasp.

"Will?" the beautiful young woman sitting beside him asked, running her hand over his cheek.

"E-Elizabeth?" his voice sounded grating to his ears.

She nodded.

"Drink this," she carefully put a cup to his lips.

Will slurped the life-giving liquid, spilling some.

"Where are we?" he asked.

"Onboard the Dauntless," she told him simply.

"How?" he asked in wonder.

"That be a tale for another day, young Turner," a strangely subdued voice said from the corner.

Will's eyes widened almost in fear as he caught sight of Jack Sparrow's form in the shadowed gloom of the room.

"Jack's right, Will. That's a tale that can be told when you're feeling better," Elizabeth said. "After all, your fever only just broke."

"How long have I been out?" Will asked, trying to ignore his tangled feelings.

"Almost two days," Jack answered. "An' then ye were out for an entire trip to the Isla de la Muerta. Ye should take it easy, lad."

Will squeezed Elizabeth's hand hard. He was so torn. A part of him remembered well the pain Jack had inflicted on his body, while another part of him remembered just why Jack had done it. Between Will's weakened state due to his injuries and fever, and his torn heart, he didn't know what to do. And then he realized he was clinging to the very person he'd betrayed. He swiftly released Elizabeth's hand, and dropped his eyes to the quilt that lay on top of him. He didn't see the hurt in Elizabeth's eyes, or the guilt in Jack's.

"I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind," he mumbled.

"All right," Elizabeth said, sadness and confusion evident in her voice.

"Sure lad," Jack said.

Both walked out of the room, leaving Will Turner to his very troubled thoughts.

He wasn't a religious man by nature, but in those moments, Will began praying to God, begging for forgiveness for his betrayal of Elizabeth, and asking what he should do next. Two small rivers began flowing down his face, ignored as the young man known as Will Turner cried himself to sleep.

TBC