Title: Sea Longing part 9/?

Author: GundamNymph

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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know. I really should put this up somewhere.

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Disclaimer: pouts No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Don't remind me!

Rating: R, the rating keeps going up, but there should be NO lemon. I don't think I could write one.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Colin Jack/???

Summary: Will is kidnapped not long after coming to term with Jack's leave. Elizabeth and Jack set out to save him.

!!!!WARNING!!!! Implied slash ahead! Attempted rape. Killing. My first slash! Be easy on me! You see ANY flaws, please let me know. I'll have another excuse to see the movie again. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here! Same about the history time-line.

The entire way to the port, Will was close guarded and the guns never wavered from Jack. It sent an intense anger through him that they were using Jack to keep him from escaping. The pirate himself had started to make cheerful conversation a while ago, earning a throaty chuckle from Red and a hard knock upside the head from the others.

Jack was now staring off ahead, swaggering with difficulty from the chains. He stumbled under one pirate's heavy grip and earned another blow for it. This sent the pirates into grotesque laughter.

Will scowled at Red as Jack eyed the laughing men with disdain.

"You know, when we escape and you're left to Dante's temper, the boy and I will being laughing even harder, won't we, whelp?"

Will smirked at him. "Undoubtedly."

The pirates glared at them and knowing they couldn't hurt Will, smacked the Captain again. A short henchman sneered at them, "And just how do you exactly plan to escape, Sparrow? Have you forgotten that you're both in chains, surrounded by twenty eight men, all carrying weapons?"

Will sneered right back at him. "You're forgetting something, you low-wit barbarian."

The short man frowned at him, clearly expecting a rouse from Jack, "What's that, WHELP?"

The man had walked RIGHT into it.

"That he's Captain Jack Sparrow." Will could see Jack smiling brightly out of the corner of his eye, as the pirates exchanged glances. "And if you DARE call me Whelp again, you'll find you're bloodline suddenly shortened."

This sent the others into loud laughter and cruel jests.

Red sidled up to him, draping an arm languidly across his shoulders. She whispered into his ear, "You let Sparrow get away with it."

He glared at her as he continued to walk, "Jack isn't a complete bastard with zero brains. And if YOU dare hurt him again, I'll hurt myself, or try to escape resulting in the same matter or worse. I'm no coward, you know I'll do it."

He watched as those black eyes stared at him shrewdly, hardening as she looked at Jack in turn.

"Doing well for yourself, eh Sparrow? Got people who actually care about you now."

Jack shrugged carelessly. "Rash and stupid is more like it. Kid likes to be impulsive, do the right thing. You know the type, savvy?"

She glared at him as they came into town.

"Red?"

She turned to look at the tall idiot that had spoken. The pirate flinched under her gaze, before she looked straight ahead.

"Leave Sparrow alone for now. You can have fun with him later."

Will started to fume again, not liking where this was going. They were met with jeers as they were led to a town square of sorts and stopped before a man surrounded by others.

He was rather good looking, in his forties. Long dark hair, nearly black. His skin was tanned brown, and his eyes were a piercing blue. Will eyed him as the pirates around them dispersed.

"Well, well. If it isn't Little Sparrow. You've certainly grown. I haven't seen you nigh on thirteen years. Not a lucky number, little one."

Will watched as the older man began to circle Jack. Jack shrugged, "You know me, Captain, I've never held much for luck."

Dante stepped in front of him and grasped his chin, glaring into dark eyes. Will looked on anxiously as the staring contest went on for more than a few minutes. He was beginning to feel a slow burn in his heart and desperately wanted to lash out.

Suddenly, Dante smiled as an alarmed expression began to form on Jack's face. Will looked from one face to the other, trying to understand what was going on. Dante met his eyes and walked over to him. He lifted his chin defiantly, glaring at the much taller man heatedly.

"So, Little Sparrow. Who is this boy to you? A friend? I think not. Your true friends never seemed to stay alive for long and last I heard, the others just mutinied." Teeth snapped at intruding fingers as Dante tried to caress his cheek. "He's a fiery spirit, this one. I like it. Quite a beauty, isn't he? Perhaps a lover?"

Will could feel indignant astonishment well in him, but ignored it as Dante continued to stare at him. The man turned to look over at Jack and he followed his gaze.

Those dark eyes had lost their faked mirth and there was no false cheer or aloofness on his face. Jack had a calculating and wary glare on his face as he returned the look.

"Hmm. Maybe not." Dante pulled out a dagger and held it to Will's throat. Will could feel a stinging pinch as the blade began to cut his throat. He stood still, knowing if he tried anything, his throat would be slit easily.

"But you're certainly protective of him. A promise to ol' Bill?"

Cold blue eyes met his again as the man turned his back on Jack. A chill went down his spine as Dante pulled the dagger away and licked the blood off. His stomach churned as the man gave out a sensual groan.

"Too long since I have waited for my revenge, boy, and you're blood is so sweet. So innocent of the crimes of your father."

Will felt himself pale in disgust, ready for any possible escape. He looked at Jack to see that emotion flare up in his dark eyes. He almost feel Jack tense, wanting to do something. For once, he felt their roles were reversed.

Dante followed his gaze and glared at Jack, before smiling in a way that made even Jack's mad grin seem sane.

"Perhaps I was on the mark, after all." Those cold eyes turned back to Will, a leer in them now as he drank in the sight before him. He leaned in, dagger once again at Will's throat and whispered hotly into his ear. "Perhaps, Little Sparrow is in love you, eh? Perhaps you are no lover of his, but something more to him? Something you never noticed in those dark eyes of his. Enchanting eyes that drown you. Draw you to sin."

Will met those very eyes over the pirate's shoulder and felt heat fill him, temporarily forgetting where he was. Jack watched him from a few feet away, shackled with three guns pointing at his head. Emotions were swirling in those eyes, eyes that usually held up a wall. He could feel his heart tug at the carefully concealed worry in them, the fear, and the guilt.

Was what the insane man before him saying, possibly true?

He stared at the Jack, the sight of the guns pointed at the pirate making his heart go cold. Should those guns fire, Will knew he could care less what Dante would do to him. Did that mean he DID love Jack?

Was it possible, that he was in love with a male pirate, who was clearly off his rocker? Whose first love was rum, the second being his ship and the third being treasure? A man who was continually slapped by women, a clear sign he could hold no long term relationship? A man who always put himself first, by the code, despite morals?

A wet tongue licked the curve of his ear, "Perhaps, you return these feelings?"

Yes. Yes he did. Call him crazy, but at least he wasn't as bad off as someone who could reach orgasm by drinking blood.

And he was beginning to realize he'd felt this way for a long time. At least since that night in the cave, when Barbossa had stabbed Jack and he had stumbled back into the moonlight. Even then, his heart had leapt in denial. And there was no innocent do-gooder reason for saving Jack from Norrington's noose.

He pulled away slightly, giving Dante a contemptuous look. "Would you kindly not slather my ear with your saliva? It's revolting."

The man let out a barking laugh before leaning back in again, free hand roaming. Will felt his cheeks flush with an indignant hostility as that invading hand began to fondle his ass.

"Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you?"

"I'd really rather not care to hear the dreams of a deranged old man."

Dante nipped his ear roughly and Will could see Jack's shoulders tense as he winced.

"Your father betrayed me, boy, and you're going to suffer the pain that he put me through. I won't leave any part of you unscathed. Even Little Sparrow won't get out of this alive."

Will grit his teeth, forcing himself not to reply.

"I'm going shackle him to that park bench there and let Red play with him. She's been itching to use her whip on him for years and I think it's time her loyalty paid off, don't you?" The hand began to grasp brutally and Will bit the inside of his lip, both from pain and fury. "And then, I'll have my own fun with him. I'll do what I've wanted to do to him for YEARS. Do you know what that is, boy?"

Will felt stomach drop with the blood in his face. His horrified eyes met Jack's, but this time, he was the one feeling guilt. Jack looked at him, worried about what the blackguard was whispering to him.

"I've wanted to take that supple body ever since he boarded my ship, YEARS ago. And now that he's back in reach, I won't let him slip away again. I'll do it right here, in front of everyone. I'll shove myself in that mouth of his, choking him as I find pleasure. But he won't hurt me, oh no, because I'll have guns pointing at your feet and legs. He wouldn't want to cause you any undue pain, love. I'll watch you, as I come in him and he screams in pain. As he begs me to stop. I might even let you have your way with him."

Will began to whiten further and could feel bile rise in his throat.

"And then, as he hangs limply, I'll have you shackled to the ground. I'll bury myself in your hole, making you scream, just as he did. I'll draw little pretty patterns on your skin. You have such lovely skin. And those nimble fingers? Oh, they'll have to go. That lovely hair of yours will find a place on my bedroom wall, right above my pillow.

"And those eyes, beautiful gems they are, I'll burn them out with a poker, but not before I let you watch him die. Yes. I'll let you watch him burn alive, just to see that beautiful pain in your eyes. Agonizing pain. And then, I'll blindfold you and send you to the sharks. But you won't die fast. No, this will take days. Days of being humiliated, maimed and scalded; and not just by me. I'll let my whole crew have their way with you two. And when all is done, you will be with your father, in Davy Jones Locker, where you belong and you can tell him of the hell I put you through."

The hand finished it's groping after making it's way to his crotch and the man pulled away, a demented smile on his face. He turned to look at Jack, whose eyes were narrowed. He glanced back at his captive, "Shall we start now? Or do you want some time 'alone' first?"

Will glared at him as he began to step towards Jack, "You forgot something."

Curious, Dante turned back, "What could I possibly forget?"

Will snarled at him, "The great Captain Jack Sparrow wouldn't beg!"

Dante raised an amused eyebrow, as Jack's sharp searching look kept alternating between the two of them. Fifteen feet away, Red gazed at them thoughtfully, before signaling to some men.

"Love, even the great Captain Jack Sparrow would break under such torture."

Will lunged forward, wrapping his shackles around the taller man's throat. Red saw this and started yelling something in French. Jack's eyes widened and he fell to the ground, trying to avoid any flying bullets as chaos was set loose.

Seconds later, Dante's dead body fell to the ground, his neck snapped, "But he won't be tortured."

The youth looked up to see the town in pandemonium: pirates were fighting, surprisingly enough, other pirates. Red kept shouting orders in French as he made his way over to Jack.

"Look what your bloody stupidity started, Whelp!!!" The shorter pirate had his shackled hands over his head and his black eyes were peering up at Will critically. But, was that a glint of relief and amusement in those eyes?

Will laughed, "I'm surprised you didn't expect that, Jack. You know how I like to do stupid things."

He pulled out his nail and started working on Jack's lock as the pirate grumbled, "I didn't think you were THAT stupid. What got your knickers in such a twist?"

Will tensed, his fingers stilling for a moment. He raised his eyes to meet Jack's inquiring ones and found a gun pointed directly at his face. Leaning back, he turned to see a smirking Red, "Thanks boy, I've been waiting for an opportunity to take over this town."

Sighing, both men raised their hands in defeat. Again.

Colin was staring through the spy glass when a stream of smoke began to dance in the air.

"Mr. Gibbs!"

Gibbs ran over, an apprehensive Elizabeth right behind him, "What is it, laddie?"

Colin handed him the telescope, "The town's going up in smoke. Could that be our signal from Captain Sparrow?"

Gibbs looked through the eyepiece, thoughtful. He pulled back a moment later, grinning, "If that isn't one, I don't know what is."

"So, can we go now?"

"Miss Elizabeth, this ship won't be going anywhere unless Jack is AT the docks, waiting."

She scowled at him, "What about going there with just a few of us?"

Gibbs sighed, glancing at Colin and then the town, "It's nearly evening. If we don't get something soon, I'll go with you and a few others to find out what's going on. But we can't do much else until then, lest we endanger all of us."

Elizabeth wilted against the side of the railing, fingers rubbing her forehead. Colin frowned at her, worried.

"Don't worry, Miss Swann. If the stories are true about Jack Sparrow, I'm sure they'll be fine."

She smiled at him, grateful.

"Now, what is this about Mr. Turner being in love?"

Happy for the distraction and to finally get it off her chest, she launched into a narration as Gibbs informed the crew of their plans.

"This must be the fourth time today I've been in shackles."

Jack eyed Will as he rested against the cell's bars, "We've been through worse."

Will glanced at him, before a smile graced his face, "You're right."

Jack smiled winningly, "Of course I am, mate."

The older man walked over, shoulders swaying and sat beside him. Will watched as he settled down beside him.

"You surprised me, Whelp. I didn't think you had it in you to kill in cold blood."

Will was too tired to tense up, "I didn't kill him in cold blood, Jack. I'd say it was rather heated. More like a blazing fury."

Jack eyed him, face solemn, before turning away, "You still shouldn't let someone get such a rise out of you. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Will let out a bitter laugh, "The only times people get a rise out of me is when it concerns you, Jack. For some reason, I have a temper around you and no one else."

Jack gave a proud grin and his eyes glittered, "It's no surprise, mate. No one can run from the charms of Captain Jack Sparrow."

Will stared off at the empty hallway before them, "We're being hung tomorrow morning. Any great ideas?"

"Not yet."

Will turned to look at him fondly, "You never answered my question."

Jack continued to stare off as if he hadn't heard him, eyes lost in the dancing shadows.

"You said I was halfway to becoming a pirate."

Jack nodded distractedly, "That I did."

"So why are you so reluctant to let me join your crew?"

Jack's stare never wavered, his fingers playing with the threads on his shirt, "I don't doubt your abilities, lad."

Will sat up and swung a leg around Jack's legs so that he was straddling him. Startled dark eyes came to focus on his own.

"Then what DO you doubt about me? I can fight, I can steal, I can kill, I know my way around ships, and you already have my loyalty. Everything I don't know, you can teach me."

Those eyes blinked dazedly before a smoldering light entered them, "I don't think you know what you're getting into, boy. Once you enter a life of piracy, you can never go back."

Will shifted in his lap, growing frustrated, his hands grasping Jack's shirt, "You said it was freedom."

"For some of us. Others don't have much of a choice."

"Did my father regret it? Is that why you're hesitating? Because you think I'm just like him? Let me fill you in on something, Jack." He leaned in, glaring into those dark depths. "I may act like my father from time to time, and I may look like him, but I am not him. I didn't tell you the full reason for wanting to join you, did I?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, hands poised between them, about to speak, but Will cut him off, "Do you know WHY I felt so inclined to snap Dante's neck? And WHY I still feel no remorse?" His voice was becoming fierce and heated as he leaned closer, forcing Jack's head against the wall.

Jack's eyes widened as the minx drew near him, expressive brown eyes filled with something he had never seen in them before.

"He didn't want to just hurt you, Jack. He wanted to rape you while I was forced to watch. He wanted me to stand by as they tortured you and took you by force. I couldn't let that happen, Jack."

It was desire, and it set his nerves on fire.

"We never finished our earlier conversation on the 'love of my life'."

And with that, Will crushed his lips against Jack's, bound hands pressed against the other man's bare chest.

Okay, really, if I didn't already have some sort of goal set and quite a few stories nearly done, I WOULD go over this fic, right now, at 1245AM. It being my first, fluffy, attempt at slash...blushes This is so totally unrealistic. Am I a perfectionist?

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