A/N: Ok. So here it gets pretty slashy. Turn back now if you want, you've been warned.

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Jack laid beneath the covers and rested his head on the soft pillows. He sighed and watched Barbossa move on top of him. He felt as if it was a dream, as if it was not actually happening.

He shivered, and Barbossa placed a comforting hand on his forehead.

"Calm down, Jack," Barbossa said quietly, almost lovingly. "You trust me, don't you?"

"I do," Jack mumbled.

"Very good."

Barbossa leaned down and kissed him powerfully. He let his fingers tangle in Jack's long hair as he continued to practically copulate Jack's mouth with his tongue. Jack's hands traveled up Barbossa's arms and stopped to hold onto his shoulders. Barbossa bit Jack's lip, causing a small whine to escape from the man beneath him.

Barbossa placed his tongue on Jack's neck and moved it slowly down his body. He paused when he reached Jack's nipple. He circled the protruding nipple with his tongue, bit it gently, then began to suck it. Jack shut his eyes tightly and clasped his hands above his head. He started breathing heavily. Tremors of pleasure were shaking his body.

"Barbossa," he whispered breathlessly.

Barbossa left his nipple and slid his tongue even further down his body. He let his hands roam over Jack's chest and stomach when he paused in front of Jack's erection.

"Impressive, Jack," he said satisfactorily. Semen was already beginning to emerge from the organ.

He licked Jack from base to tip, causing the younger man to gasp and tremble beneath him. He closed his lips around Jack's cock, taking it in his mouth as much as he could. He sucked him fervently, swallowing the small amount of semen that had already erupted. Jack whimpered. His chest heaved greatly up and down beneath Barbossa's hands as he tried to get breath. He had to admit that Barbossa was excellent and well-learned in the ways of pleasing others sexually; better than any whore he had ever met. Rapture flooded through him. He gripped his own hair tightly in his hands as Barbossa continued to blow him.

Barbossa was becoming hard himself from hearing Jack's whimpers and heavy breathing, seeing and feeling Jack's body tremble in ecstasy, having his cock in his mouth, and knowing that he had rendered Jack completely helpless and powerless. Warm fluid started to drip onto his tongue. He pulled away from Jack's penis and looked up at his face. Jack looked down at him. Barbossa could tell his erection was painful and he needed to release soon, but he wanted to make him plead for it.

"Barbossa..." Jack breathed heavily.

"You're quite an impressive size, Jack."

"Barbossa, please. Keep going. Please. I beg of you."

Barbossa smiled monstrously. He encased Jack's erection once more in his mouth and sucked. Jack groaned, his body growing tense. He finally relaxed, and ejaculated his sperm into Barbossa's mouth. Barbossa pulled away and swallowed the fluid. Jack took deep breaths, trying to regain composure.

"Very good, Jack," Barbossa taunted. He moved up Jack's body to look directly down at his face. He bent down and licked his cheek. "Very good."

He placed his thumbs near Jack's eyes and smeared the black kohl beneath them to his liking. It now looked as if Jack had been crying, the way it was smudged on his face, and Barbossa grinned slightly. He then bent down to Jack's ear and nibbled at it.

"Are ya ready for me to fuck you?" he finally asked.

Jack grabbed his face and kissed him erotically. Barbossa spread his legs and pulled away from him. He took the bottle of lubricant he had brought and slicked his fingers. He moved his finger beneath Jack and inserted it into his opening. Jack gasped and his body immediately became tense. Barbossa felt that he was incredibly tight; he moved his finger around and inserted a second finger. Jack whined, tears stinging his eyes. The realization finally came to Barbossa.

"Have you ever been fucked this way? Are you a virgin, Jack?" he asked, surprised and concerned.

Jack nodded. "I haven't been with another man before."

"Shit." It came as a complete turn-on for Barbossa, but also made him second guess himself.

Jack made a high-pitched noise, bringing Barbossa back to his senses. He twisted and moved his fingers about inside of Jack.

"What are ye lookin' for?" Jack was able to force out. He suddenly cried out loudly as a burning pleasure engulfed him. His head rose off of the pillows as white flashed before his eyes.

"That," Barbossa said quietly.

Jack rested back on the pillows as Barbossa pulled his fingers out of him. He was sweating and felt exhausted. His breathing was still heavy and coming quick. He let Barbossa spread and lift his legs. Barbossa placed each leg on each of his shoulders and applied the lubricant to his own erection. Jack stared up at him, his eyes red from so much alcohol and well-contained tears.

"This will hurt for a moment, Jack," Barbossa said, trying to sound caring.

He positioned himself and then began to push his hard cock into Jack. Jack moaned loudly, his hands gripping the sheet tightly. Barbossa continued on at a slow pace, letting Jack get used to the feeling. Once he was inside of Jack, he began to gently thrust himself farther. Jack wailed slightly; tears forming in his eyes. He turned his head away from Barbossa, feeling completely vulnerable.

"Look at me, Jack," Barbossa whispered.

Jack stared up at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Barbossa continued to thrust inside of him. He started to grunt with each of his movements. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, the sound of their mutters filling the room. They were sweating, their sticky bodies rubbing against each other's. Barbossa knew he had hit the right spot when Jack practically screamed from ecstasy. It made Barbossa become unbelievably hard. Jack's back arched incredibly, his chest rising and falling severely, making Barbossa pound into him more powerfully.

The friction of their bodies was overwhelming for Barbossa. He finally ejaculated into Jack with a groan, causing Jack to moan boisterously. They were both breathing heavily. Barbossa gradually pulled himself out of Jack. He wiped away the drops of sweat from Jack's face. He removed Jack's legs off of his shoulders and laid them on the bed. Jack lifted his hand to Barbossa's hair and ran his fingers through it. Barbossa bent down and kissed him softly, their lips caressing delicately. He finally pulled away and lay down beside him. Jack rolled onto his side with his back now facing Barbossa. Barbossa covered himself and Jack with the sheet and took Jack in his arms. He placed his leg over Jack's, took Jack's hand in his, and pressed his fingers to his lips. Jack sighed and closed his eyes. He was worn out.

He fell asleep with Barbossa gently kissing his fingers.

Jack turned his head to the side. He did not want to open his eyes just yet. Just a few more minutes of sleep……

A gunshot rang out from outside. He knew that he should just wake; it would be hard to get anymore sleep when in Tortuga.

He opened his eyes and was greeted by the sun's light beaming through the window. His head was pounding in pain and he felt tremendously sick.

How much did I drink? he thought to himself.

He looked around the room and realized he had no idea where he was. The sheets brushed against his skin and he found that he was completely naked. A wave of panic swept over him. He quickly glanced around for anyone who might be hiding in the room, but there was no one. He was alone.

He sat up, trying with all his might to remember what happened to him the night before. He had no recollection of anything. The last event he had memory of was himself drinking with members of his crew at the Faithful Bride.

He was sore. His backside was sensitive when he touched his fingers there and he was bleeding slightly. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself and the conclusions he was jumping to.

The floor was warm under his feet when he stood. He spotted his clothes spaced out on the ground. Something was not right. He started to get dressed, his head dizzy. The last of his outfit to put on were his effects and his hat. They were not where the rest of his clothes were. He searched the room frantically. Every inch of the room he searched, but he could not find his compass, hat, sword, and his pistol.

"Christ," he whispered. He swallowed his fear. "Shit."

He left the room, not prepared for what would come next.

The docks were not busy. There were only a few ships anchored.

Jack came closer and had another feeling that something was not right. He spotted Gibbs and several other members of his crew huddled together. He began to walk over to them and noticed their depressed expressions. Gibbs spotted him and met him halfway.

"Jack-"

"What is wrong? What happened?"

"It's gone. They took it. He took it."

"What's gone? Whose 'he'?" Jack tried to keep his voice from shaking, but only succeeded a little.

"Me and the others on the night watch were attacked. There were too many, we couldn't fight 'em off. They tied us up and threw us onto the land. They kept their pistols pointed at us. They were waitin'. And then he came. He just appeared out of nowhere in the dark. He looked at us and laughed maniacally, the bastard. They then boarded and left, Jack………Barbossa took the Pearl."

Jack was frozen in place. He could not breathe. He opened his mouth to say something, but was speechless. And then it all hit him. He remembered Barbossa getting him drunk, their walk to the inn, and he knew now why he had awoken in a bed naked. Barbossa had intoxicated him and took advantage of him.

He left while I was sleeping………He raped me. He stole my effects……..He stole my ship.

Jack felt as if someone hit him hard in the stomach. He started to fall to the ground. Gibbs caught him and rested him on the ground gingerly. He sat down beside his Captain and looked at him. Jack looked very ill. He felt as if he had lost his own child. He also felt incredibly violated. Abused.

"Jack? Jack?"

Gibbs' voice was distant in Jack's ears. He was lost. He stared blankly ahead. His ship was once again under command by Barbossa.

Barbossa had broken his heart.

"Where's your hat? Your sword?" Gibbs asked once he knew it was alright to try and communicate with his Captain again.

"He took it. He stole it," he mumbled.

"What?"

"He took them! The mother-fucker took them!" he yelled.

Gibbs was surprised at the sudden madness and anger erupting from Jack. "How did he get them? Did you see him?"

"He got me wasted. He purchased a room. We went to bed together. I slept with him. He fucked me. He took them when I was asleep."

Gibbs was taken aback by what he was just told. He never thought that Jack would ever sleep with Barbossa; engage in sexual acts with the other pirate. He shook the image from his mind. "What are we goin' to do, Cap'n?"

Jack was silent. He then turned to look at Gibbs. "The only option open to us at this moment, mate."

Gibbs gave him a quizzical expression.

"Commandeer. Commandeer……." He looked at the ships in the harbor and found one he knew would do well. "-That ship."

"Aye."