In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 6) Winter

By Vejgeta22

Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes. Last Chapter in 'Fall' as it were. Leads to 'Winter', the second part to this Series.

Summary: Will does some unexpected things and Fiji receives his sentence.

Chapter Warnings: SEX!!! SLASH!!! DEATH!!!

Pairings: Will/Jack, maybe others later...

Time Frame: Set after the movie.

Disclaimer: If POTC were mine, Will and Jack would be together, Gibbs's hip flask would always stay filled with rum, I would be on deck unfurling sails, and we'd pilfer and plunder our weasely black guts out. Oh... and there'd be PLENTY of rum...

Chapter 6: Questions and Answers

When Will woke the next morning, Jack was up getting dressed. His vision was still blurred from sleep, but even in that fashion, Will could make out Jack's shadows. He lay there, content on watching his lover. He had no desire to let Jack know he was awake, yet.

"Mornin', luv."

Will was flabbergasted.

"How did you know I was awake?"

Jack smiled. He really didn't know that Will had woken up. In fact, he was talking to his reflection in the silver pitcher that he pilfered from raid on a merchant ship.

"I jus' knew, luv. I knew you'd wake up th' moment ye didn't feel me beside ye in th' bed," he said, while picking up his boots.

"Now come, get dressed. There's somethin' we need to take care of."

"What?"

Jack turned to face Will.

"You'll see, luv. Jus' get yer arse up. We've a full day ahead of us."

"And what if I don't want to get up? What if I want to stay in bed...?"

"Fine, then. Stay there. But they'll be no breakfast for ye."

Will debated that notion only for a second. Although cook served three meals a day, he remembered just how long you had to wait sometimes, either because someone needed to be relieved, or because something had burned and needed to be remade.

"Well then, I guess I'll be getting dressed."

Jack smiled as he watched a naked Will rise from the bed. He could get used to this whole 'Will sleeping in my bed after shagging me senseless' routine. As Will pulled on his boots, Jack motioned to his sword.

"And make sure you bring that, too." And with that, he strode out the door.

Breakfast went on without a hitch. Everyone was glad to see Will up and about. His face was still a little puffy, and Anamarie said that his stitches needed one more week to fully heal, but he was up and awake.

"It's good to see you again, laddie. Was beginning to think that Jack had you tied to the bed, keeping you all to himself!" said Gibbs after taking a swig of rum.

Will chuckled. He imagined himself tied to the bed while Jack made love to him, and was instantly turned on. He had to pull his shirt out his breeches because they hid nothing, especially a hard cock.

"No, Gibbs. I wasn't tied to the bed..."

"This time," chimed in Jack.

"And what makes you think that I'd let you tie me to the bed?"

"Because I'm th' cap'n and because ye love me."

Will opened his mouth to speak, but upon thinking about what was just said, he realized it was true. So instead, he clamped his mouth shut.

Gibbs smiled. It was great having his captain back.

"Up on deck, ye scabrous dogs!!" Jack bellowed. It was the late morning. The crew had been tailing a merchant ship since breakfast, and Jack decided that they would attack it. Gibbs looked at Jack and saw that his eye was twitching. That usually meant that the ship about to be plundered carried a heavy swag, and it was worth going after.

The crew assembled on deck, knowing what was at hand. They didn't need to be told much, except when fire a warning shot and when to run up the sweeps.

"Luv, I don't expect you'd feel up to doin' some pilferin' with me, so ye can stay behind."

Will didn't like the idea of doing any pilfering, but he also didn't have to good of a feeling either.

"Actually, I'm fine, and I think I will join in on the pilfering, if you don't mind."

This delighted Jack to no end. He had the feeling that he would somehow have to coheres Will into pilfering, either by lying to him, or by withholding sex. Well, trying to withhold sex, as he had no doubt that soon they would reach a point that they would be all over each other, and none would be able to make them part... well, maybe the Pearl would, but that was another story.

"Alright, then. But promise me that ye will return to th' Pearl if things turn from our usual peaceful proceedins' to a downright scrap for th' goods."

"There is no way that I would leave your side. If it turns into a scrap, then we scrap together."

"But, luv –"

"No buts," said Will in a tone that meant it was final.

Jack sighed. If it was one thing that he learned on they're last voyage, it was that if Will said something, he aimed to keep that promise. The fact that Will cared more for Jack's safety than his own touched him much more than if that vow had come for someone else, including his own first mate.

As the ship neared closer, Jack slid his arm around Will's waist. The gentle action unnerved him – not because it was Jack – but because it was done in front of the whole crew. He tried to scoot away, but Jack wasn't having that. His grip tightened around Will's waist, like he was the greatest treasure on the planet. And to Jack, Will was truly just that.

"Fire a warning shot." As the shot was fired, the sweeps went up. Jack hoped the merchant ship would give up, let them board, plunder and pillage, and be on their way.

"CANON FIRE!!! WE HAVE CANON FIRE!!" shouted the lookout. The ship had fired on the Pearl, signaling that they would not give up without a fight. Will wanted to tell Jack to turn around, to call off the raid, but he knew that wouldn't happen.

He also knew that there was nothing in the world that Jack would back down for, regardless of the odds.

"RETURN FIRE!!!" Will shouted before he could catch himself. It was highly unlike him to say such a thing; even Jack had a look of complete and utter shock.

"YOU HEARD THE WHELP!!! FIRE AT WILL!!" The crew looked puzzled, (if that was possible) and then reluctantly picked up their guns and turned, aiming and the young man.

"NOT MY WILL, YOU SCURRVIES, AT THE SHIP!!! FIRE AT THE BLOODY SHIP!!!"

"OHHHH," said the crew, who then turned their attentions to the canons to return fire. The canon battle didn't last too long; the Pearl had the merchant ship outgunned, and they were boarded soon after. The crew of the merchant ship wasn't a group of weaklings, however. They fought to protect what was theirs, but again, they were outmanned.

Upon the surrender of the crew and their captain, the crew tied them to the mast and began to raid the ship.

"Everything's an equal share, except the captain's cabin. That's mine!!" shouted Jack, as he and Will headed for the cabin.

Once inside, Will stood nearby and watched Jack opening chests and small boxes. He loved this man, but still hated the idea of taking something that was not his. He was glad that the crew had not been harmed, but he now began to wonder had he made the right choice, giving up everything to become a pirate?

And was that even the right word to describe himself? Was he really a pirate? Could he cut another man's throat?

'Only if he threatened Jack.'

Could he see himself pilfering, pillaging, making narrow escapes from the hangman's noose?

'Only if Jack was by my side.'

Could he really sail across the oceans for the rest of his life, not seeing land for months at a time? Looking at only water, the crew, and Mr. Cotton's parrot?

'Only if Jack is sailing on that ship with me, looking at those same things, by my side.'

He was so caught up in these thoughts, that he didn't hear Jack speak to him.

"See something you like, luv?"

"Hmm? Oh nothing..."

"What's with ye, luv? Like your brain is sailing away without ye."

"Nothing, just thinking, is all."

Jack crossed the room and pulled the blacksmith in his arms.

"Too much thinking can be a bad thing," he said before kissing the younger man.

"Perhaps," Will said in between kisses. "But not enough thinking can be deadly."

"Perhaps. But not with you around to save me from those deadly things."

Will kissed Jack's neck.

"That's only provided that you want me to stay around."

Jack looked Will in the eyes when he responded. He wanted to be sure that the blacksmith understood him.

"Luv, I'm not letting you go. Ever."

That did it, and Will pulled Jack into a feverous kiss. Their tongues did battle, each trying to claim dominance. But in kissing, there are no winners or losers, just an underlying level of horniness that lay in the result, and Will was just that. He began undoing the pirate's breeches, but Jack stopped him.

"Luv, perhaps we should take this to th' Pearl, savvy?" Said Jack, grinding his hard cock into Will's.

Will was breathless and could only nod. He didn't know what had gotten into him – wait, yes he did. Jack. He realized as they crossed back over to the Pearl, Jack would always be his undoing.

He realized as they entered the pirate's cabin, Jack wanted to keep him there by his side. He realized as they ripped each other's clothes off and began pleasuring each other, he would never leave Jack. And he realized that as he swallowed Jack's very essence and felt Jack do the same, he would be horny for this man forever!!

After a short nap, Jack and Will emerged out on deck. It was almost evening and there was still one more matter of business to complete before the crew was allowed to drink till they keeled over.

"Bring Fiji up on deck," Jack told Gibbs. He had thought long and hard on how the man should die. As much as he wanted to cut the man up from his toes on up, he decided to let Will decide Fiji's fate. After all, he was the one assaulted by him and his men.

Will, on the other hand, was unnerved again. He had no idea that for the past two weeks, the very man that had betrayed him, had him beaten up, threatened to rape him and kill his Jack was on board. He had no problem facing the man. In fact he wanted to see him.

As Fiji was presented, all could tell that the past two weeks had NOT been kind to him in the least. His face was badly swollen, and Will saw that there were many other injuries. He was tossed to the floor in front of Jack, who kicked him over in front of Will.

"Captain Benjamin Fiji," Jack said. "Ye have betrayed a man seekin' yer help. Ye ordered yer men to beat a man not deservin' that kind of treatment. Not to mention all of th' oth'r prisoners and members of yer crew that ye have abused in this fashion or worse."

The crew shuddered at the 'or worse' part, having seen some of Fiji's 'best' work.

"Normally," he continued, "as I am th' Cap'n, I would be th' one to pronounce yer sentence. I thought, however, on this occasion, th' man that was wronged might pass judgment. Will, whatever ye decide, it will be carried out."

He winked at his lover, and Will swallowed hard.

"I... I don't know if..."

"Luv, what do you want done to him? It's your choice."

Will looked at the man at his feet.

'He deserves to die. He deserves to be tortured until he begs to be killed. What he had done to me, what he had planed to do to me... what he planed to do to Jack...'

"Before I pronounce your fate, tell me. Why? Why did you betray me like that? What had I done to you? And what was this 'sticky situation' you helped Jack out of?

Fiji looked up at Will. Despite the fact that the crew had Riverdanced their way across his face, he smiled. Though his features barely showed it, the man was in major pain.

"I told ye, whelp. Ye were th' bait that I needed to get Sparrow, thar. So I had ye roughed up. Can't say it killed ye, as you're still standin' here."

"If I had remained on that ship, I would have bled to death, thanks to a blow to the back of the head," Will spat.

"A love tap for a lover, friend," he laughed, his laughter sounding just as mangled as before. "As far as that favor, I suggest ye ask yer dear cap'n about that. Whorin' horror stories should come from th' source, I think –"

Will starred at Jack as he kicked the man in the ribs, hard.

"Your judgment, luv?" he said with an air of pure menace and anger.

Fiji laughed again.

"Pirate me arse. He hasn't th' guts to tell them to kill me. Never will. And to think that you're old Bootstrap's bilge rats. That bugger must be flippin' over in his watery grave, thinkin' about what a disappointment his pirate bilge rats turned out to be."

Another mangled laugh.

Jack pulled out his pistol, causing the rest of the crew to do the same. Will stepped in front of Jack, causing a confused look to grace his features.

"You said that I am the one to pass judgment. So my judgment is that he will not die, not this way."

He turned back to Fiji.

"Whelp, I don't need yer kind words of sentiment. If I could get free, believe me, I would still kill yer cap'n."

"I know this. And I also know that setting you free would mean me having to kill you later."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a moment before continuing.

"But, you crossed me. Bad judgment call. You aim to kill Jack. Even worse. So I have decided to have you killed."

Turning to Jack, he said, "I want him tortured to death. Slowly. I want him to feel all the pain he made other people feel. But that would still be too kind, I guess. Do I have permission to command your men in this?"

Jack, lost for words, nodded slowly.

Pulling out his sword, he turned to Fiji.

"You see this blade? When I made it, it was before I met the man that changed my life. I created this blade with the purpose of protecting others, and demolishing evil."

He dropped his head.

"This blade was created for the purpose of killing filth, scum like you. I have never used this blade to draw blood. Not until now. Men, draw swords."

Jack stood back, amazed. He knew that Will was an exceptional fighter, but he didn't think the boy had the heart to kill someone. Anyone. But here he stood, poised to torture a man to death, sweat from the ordeal of what he was about to do running down his face. Jack found himself turned on more then ever before. It was all he could do not to ravage the blacksmith right there on deck.

'My Will being evil. Never thought I'd see it.'

He was brought back to reality by the sound of blades being unsheathed. His cock throbbed in his breeches, begging for release from the binding cloth.

"On my mark, you will each run through him with your swords, ensuring he stays alive for my final blow."

The crew nodded, noting the look in Will's eyes. Gone was the look of innocence and playful youth. Gone was the normal sparkle that most of the crew remembered during their first voyage. Instead the look of a mad pirate resided, one that would indeed complement Jack's own.

"Ready, set? MARK!"

And each pirate in turn stabbed the man on the deck. His screams of pain mixed in with a bloody mangled laugh filled Will's ears. When his turn finally came, the pirate lay almost dead on deck.

"You... sur... prised... me... kid..." Fiji managed to cough out. "Didn't... think... you... would..."

Will smiled for a moment before saying one word.

"Pirate."

And with that, he ran his blade across the pirate's neck, watching as the blood oozed out. He dropped his blade. He had just killed a man in cold blood. He looked at his hands. He saw nothing but blood, staining them. He was now a murderer.

Jack stepped forward and grabbed the man in his arms.

"Cut up th' body and feed it to the sharks. And I want this deck spotless." He ushered Will into their cabin.