In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 2)

By Vejgeta22

Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes

Summary: 'The heart of a man, this man, is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.' Will gives up all to find the one thing to satisfy his urges, and his heart. – Things begin to heat up in this chapter!

Chapter Warnings: SEX!!! SLASH!! SOLO WORSHIP!!

Pairings: Will/Jack

Time Frame: Set after the movie.

Special notes: Some people say that crowns are worth lots. I am not from England, and have no knowledge how much a 'crown' is. So, in sake of this fic, a crown is worth one dollar. If that's unacceptable to you, then shove off!!

Disclaimer: If I did own this, then not only would I be rich, but a 'naked Jack' would be on my bed right now, ready for another go... but alas, I don't own it, so if I am sued, then you'd get nothing but a candy bar, a can of iced tea, and a bottle of water... oh, and a pint of rum. (No, I'll never give that up. Not without a bloody swordfight.)

Chapter 2: Sexhibition

As Jack awoke that morning, the decision to return to Port Harbor was more than a fantasy. Despite the 'Canon's Salute to the Queen' like headache that he now had, he smiled to himself as he dressed.

'Some fur of a dog will whip me right as rain', he thought as he took a hearty swig from the bottle of rum that stayed by his bed at all times.

No sooner than the fluid hit his stomach, his headache ebbed off. Strolling out on deck, he smiled openly at his crew, and his Pearl.

"Mornin' mates!" he yelled.

The crew, who were by now getting used to his less-than-somber or sober (however you chose to look at it) and cranky, mean mood, were taken aback in this change. So much so, that two of the crew jumped ship, thinking he had finally flipped and was about to kill them all.

"Man overboard!!" Gibbs shouted out.

Rope was thrown over to the two men, and they were pulled back on deck. Jack didn't even bother to berate them on their carelessness and lack of awareness. He was in too good of a mood to let anyone stand in his way. The crew whispered amongst themselves, wondering what had gotten into their 'oh-so-wonderful-Captain'. And of course, Anna Marie had an idea. A very 'Willing' idea. She looked knowingly at the Captain, who was now whispering to his Pearl. Smiling to herself, she approached him, awaiting the orders for the day.

"So... you decided to swallow yer pride an' go back for the whelp."

Jack didn't answer, contented in whispering to his Pearl. They did have a lot of catching up to do, after all. Anamarie's smile quickly disappeared, as she was being ignored.

"Captain, the crew are awaiting orders."

Still no response. She decided to get his attention.

/Slap/

"That be mutiny, wench!" Jack said, rubbing his face, a smile playing at his lips.

"Well, considering the fact that I've asked you two questions an' was ignored , I figured you needed a wake-up call," she said pointedly. "The crew awaits yer orders."

Jack looked at her like she had lost it. He then looked at the crew, who were watching him from the deck below. "Hoist the sails and the anchor! We sail to Port Harbor, mates!!" The crew shouted a hearty 'Aye, Capt'n!', and began doing the tasks set before them. The 'Black Pearl' groaned her protest, but Jack, too high on thoughts of Will paid her no mind.

The night before Will

Will walked through the streets of Tortuga in search of a bed, rum and Giselle, in no real particular order. Two weeks at sea had done him some good, for his skin had tanned slightly, so he was not such a ghostly pale anymore. So eager was he for a bed, he didn't bother to stop in The Galleyway for a drink, as he had first planned. Instead, he went to the inn next door, which, ironically was called 'Peg-Legged Jack's'. Upon paying for the room, he proceeded up the stairs in search for a bath.

The hot water sat in the tub in the center of the room. Will had to pay an extra 15 doubloons for it, but decided that it was well worth it. He slowly eased his frame into the water, letting the steam envelop his skin. Leaning back in the water, he closed his eyes in an effort to relax. Jack sprang to life before his eyes. The pirate captain was standing before him, naked, his rock hard cock bobbing up and down. Will moaned at the sight of this, and became painfully aware of his own cock, which was now hard as well. It didn't matter where the man came from, or the fact that he had showed up with no clothes on. All that did matter was the fact that Jack was there.

Will sat up in the water, about to move closer, when Jack put up his hand, stopping him before he even rose from the water.

"Just watch me, luv. I want you to watch me as I pleasure myself," Jack said.

Will whimpered, finding it hard to keep still in the water. He wanted, no needed to feel Jack's body pressed against his, feel his rough beard against his own smooth skin. He wanted to feel Jack's hard cock against his own, and in a attempt to move closer undetected, he got to his knees in the water, so that Jack could see his own, aching need. Jack licked his lips as his left hand thumbed his left nipple; his right hand stroking his cock slowly to Wills' now ragged breathing.

Slowly, Will moved closer to Jack, stroking his cock as well. Before Jack could protest, Will had wrapped his had around the man's cock, and began stroking him with his wet left hand. Jack moaned.

"You like that? Maybe you'll like this too."

And in one swift motion, Will's head darted forward, capturing Jack's cock head in his mouth. Although he had never done this before, well except to a few bananas for practice, (he had to make sure that he had an idea what he was doing!!) from the moaning that Jack was doing, he figured that was doing a good job.

Jack held his head as he fucked his mouth, thrusting in time to his own strokes. Next, Will went down, and began an assault on Jack's balls, sucking first one the left one, then the right, before finally taking them both in his mouth, causing Jack to moan loudly. He grinned up at his pirate, the lust in his eyes was more potent than any rum he had drank to date. It washed over him like a tital wave, threatening to drown him. Will broke the gaze between them that seemed to last for hours, enciting himself to return to the task at hand - making Jack explode in his mouth.

He decided that the formalities were over, and he would not torture him any longer. Will swiftly took Jack's cock back in his mouth, swirling his tounge around the the head, which got a moan from him. He began to apply pressure with his tounge, while rubbing his balls. He continued sucking and Jack continued moaning, but he just wouldn't come. He decided to be daring and try something else, as it had worked in all his dreams about Jack before.

"Mmmmmm," he moaned around Jack's cock.

That did it. Jack shouted out as he shot his load down Will's throat. He swallowed every drop and slowly worked his way up Jack's stomach to his nipples, first the right one then the left on, inciting another throaty moan from the man. Standing straight up, he claimed Jack's lips, their tongues clashing for dominance over the others'. Jack dropped to his knees, taking Will's cock into his right hand.

Will moaned loudly as Jack tongued the head of his cock. He suddenly felt the hot wetness that was Jack's mouth as it enveloped his entire length in his mouth. It didn't take long before Will was shooting his very essence into Jack's mouth.

"Jack... I... I love you," he said.

Instead of finding the man of dreams rising to meet him in a much needed kiss, declaring words of his own love for Will, he found no one, save the mess that he'd created on the floor. Will dropped back into the water, sobbing at the fact that Jack was a figment of his horny imagination. He stayed there in the water for a while, before getting his wits together, cleaning himself up and the mess in front of the tub. He dried off, and donning a fresh pair of breeches and a shirt, he headed out to the streets. He had to find Jack and soon.

He started his search by going to every tavern in Tortuga. For some reason, he made the Galleyway last on his list of places to check, simply because it was right next to the inn that he was staying in. Finally, around sunrise, he found Giselle. She had just finished up with her last customer, and was on her way home.

"Giselle!! Giselle!! Wait!!" He ran towards her. Giselle looked at him, not recognizing him as the young man that had accompanied Jack just two years prior.

"I just had my last customer for the night. But," she said, sauntering over in her, 'I've got the best coochie this side of the planet, and maybe the other side too' walk, "I'll make an exception for you. 30 crowns, and I'm yours."

Will, backed up slightly.

"No, no. I'm not here for that. I'm... I'm looking for a friend of yours."

She looked at him quizzically, and asked, "Who would this 'friend' be? And why would I tell you where to find them? What's in it for me?"

Will took 10 crowns out his pocket, and put them in her hand.

"I'm looking for Jack. Jack Sparrow. Do you know where..."

/Slap/

'I didn't deserve that,' he thought while rubbing his face.

"How DARE you ask me about that... that... lying, cheating, filthy swine? What would make you think that I would even know, let alone care about what 'Jack Sparrow' is doing?"

She looked at him. Will's now crushed look wounded her resolve, and she knew that his face would haunt her dreams if she didn't help.

"I'm... I'm sorry I asked. Good, evening, Giselle."

She reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking away. "What are you doing here, kid? This place isn't for someone like you. Why are you looking for him?"

Will stared at her. He opened his mouth to answer, but she threw up her hand, as to shush him.

"You're not the only one that's loved Jack. Take my advise, go back to where you came from. He's not worth it..." Her voice trailed off.

Will felt the raw emotions in her voice, but steeled himself.

"There's no way I'm leaving without him. I have to know... I need to know if there's a chance... even if what you say is the truth."

Giselle stared at him. "Last I saw him, he was in the 'Galleyway', flat on his face."

Will's eyes widened. The tavern next to the inn he was staying at!!! With a hurried thanks and goodbye, he turned heel, running towards the bar.

"Good luck, kid", said Giselle, before turning to head home. Somehow, that kid's face looked familiar...

Rounding the corner, Will ran top speed to the 'Galleyway', hoping to run into Jack. As he entered, the tavern was empty. The owner was cleaning up the floors when he walked through the doors.

"Sorry' mate. We're closed for an hour."

"I'm just looking for someone."

"Look around, mate. See anyone you know?" The barkeeper said with a laugh.

"I'm looking for Jack Sparrow."

The man stopped laughing. Anyone looking for Jack Sparrow meant one of two things. One, they were in love with him, which was bad, or two, he had 'commandeered' something of theirs, which was worse. Either way, he wanted it far away from his tavern.

"He's not here. Must have left 30, 40 minutes ago, laddie."

The man went back to his task of cleaning. He had missed him! The docks!!! He ran out the doors, walking past the inn. His body would not allow him to continue much further. There was no way he had enough strength to make it to the docks.

'He's on the Pearl. I know where he is, so I can wait a little longer. Gotta... rest...' He thought as he walked up the steps. He walked through the door, passed out on the bed, and knew no more.

Four hours later, Will awoke. Although he was extremely tired, he knew he had to get up. He smiled. The Pearl was here in the harbor. Carrying his Jack aboard. He got up, running top speed to the docks, where his destiny awaited. But when he got there, the Pearl had already set sail, leaving Will with nothing but a small outline of the ship on the horizon.