The room was small, but would serve its purpose. There was a large window with drapes pulled slightly over it at the left side of the room, and on the opposite side was a bed. It was large and would be put to good use. Candles were lit throughout the room, giving off a calm atmosphere.

Barbossa closed the door behind them. When he turned around, he was met with a seductive smile from Jack. Jack moved close to kiss him, but was stopped.

"Not yet, Jack," Barbossa said with a grin.

"Damn it, Barbossa! What do I 'ave to do!"

"Patience is a virtue."

Barbossa went about the room and blew out several candles. Jack watched him closely, fidgeting in place where he stood.

"That's better," Barbossa stated once he was pleased with the number of wicks still burning.

He took off his hat and placed it on the small dresser that stood at the end of the bed.

"Finally," Jack said eagerly, as he took off his hat and threw it to the floor.

He walked over to stand in front of Barbossa and moved to kiss him once more, but was stopped yet again by Barbossa.

"For fuck's sake, Barbossa! I can't be patient any longer!"

"Jack Sparrow, how badly do you want this?" He loved seeing Jack helpless. He had complete control over the man.

"Please, Barbossa. I need you to touch me. Please," Jack begged.

Barbossa cupped Jack's face in his hands. He dragged his thumb lightly over Jack's lips. Jack was quick to encase it in his mouth and sucked on it. Barbossa watched him as he felt Jack's hands slide up his back.

"God, Jack, you are eager."

He pulled his finger out of Jack's mouth and pressed his lips against the younger man's. They both closed their eyes as they kissed each other. Jack's murmurs were lost in Barbossa's mouth. He let Barbossa's tongue come into his own mouth and gripped Barbossa tighter when their tongues danced with each other.

Barbossa finally pulled away, and Jack moved his lips to his neck. Barbossa let his arms fall to his sides, while Jack lapped at his skin.

Jack suddenly bit his ear and whispered, "Fuck me."

Barbossa smiled wickedly. He finally achieved what he wanted for the night. He grabbed Jack's face with one hand and made him look at him. Hunger was in Jack's eyes.

"Start undressing, Jack."

He released his hold on him and Jack started to shed his clothing. He let his things fall to the floor, but when he took off his effects, he placed them down gingerly. Barbossa started to strip himself of everything. Once they were naked, they gazed upon each other's bodies. Barbossa was impressed at how good looking Jack was. His skin was tanned from hours in the sun, smooth, and almost devoid of any sort of scar. Barbossa took in every aspect of him. His eyes traveled from Jack's face, to his chest and wandered to look at the two bullet wounds, then his arms where the brand and burn marks stained his flesh, and then finally gaped at his slightly erected member. He was an impressive size; Barbossa was not disappointed and knew he would take great pleasure when he would take it into his mouth.

Jack inspected Barbossa as well. His skin was darkened also from days in the sunlight, but several wounds mutilated his once flawless body. There were swordblade cuts on his arms, a brand on his right arm, and whip marks on his back. Jack felt a tinge of sadness for him. He stared at a man who had been tortured and humiliated, and yet had risen above the memories and was again the dangerous pirate he was before. It did not enter Jack's mind that he was playing with the Devil.

Jack took a step closer to Barbossa to find that his legs were shaking. He felt his whole body was shaking. He had been so sure that he wanted to sleep with Barbossa, conquered, taken, and now stood unsure. Barbossa saw it in his eyes. He walked to stand in front of Jack and kissed him tenderly. When he pulled away after a moment, Jack looked down to the floor.

"Well?" Barbossa asked quietly, trying not to sound forceful.

"I don't know. I don't know if I should do this. We're friends…….why are we doing this?"

Barbossa moved his lips to Jack's ear and licked it. "Because you want to. You want me to fuck ya, so I am goin' to fuck you," he whispered.

He drew away from Jack's ear and stared at his downcast face. He placed his fingers beneath Jack's chin and lifted his head.

Jack still looked somewhat uncomfortable, but whispered, "Ok. I do."

Barbossa grinned. "Lay on the bed."