Title: The Past Never Lets Go.

Summary: William The elder needs to leave

Chapter 12?

Writer: Azure K Mello

Distribution: ask.

Rating: R for now.

Warning: angst

Thanks, Angie, for beta-ing. Your name is Angie.

Willstood on the deck smoking, he was nothing like his father, he'd had no fear of being connected to him through the act. Their taste in tobacco was one of the few similarities between the two men. He watched the horizon as they got closer and closer to shore. Once the man was gone he would have Jack back to himself. He sniffed the air and smelt himself. As he smiled he hoped his father would try to hug him; he reeked of Jack and their love. He smelt of the grease Jack used on his hair. The scent of Jack's slightly sweet sweat lingered on his skin. He smelt of come and of the oil Jack had massaged all of him muscles with last night.

A warm hand came to rest upon his hip. He turned so he could capture the sinful mouth he loved. "Did I wake you?" He asked softly as they broke apart.

"I'm always up this early, I'm surprised you are though," said Jack softly.

"Couldn't sleep," replied Will in a half-sleepy tone, looking out at the town they were approaching.

"I didn't tire you out?"

Laughing Will shook his head, "I can barely stand. I'm just restless."

"He'll be gone soon," Jack said reassuringly. "You smell delicious. Do you want to swim before we get to port? We have two hours."

"No, I want to reek of you if he tries to hug me."

Chuckling, Jack turned the boy around, "I could give you another dose of scent," he offered.

Warily backing away from his lover Will said, "I don't want to go inside; the morning sun is so lovely."

"Who said anything about going inside, We're too far from shore to be spotted by anyone there who isn't trying to see us. And if there's some pervert with a spyglass: we'll give him a show."

"Jack," Will whinged. "It's not enough. Can't we just keelhaul the bastard and be done with it?"

"I don't want you making yerself a murderer because of that man," Jack said fiercely.

Angered that Jack could be so calm he replied, "But he hurt you so badly."

"There are ways of revenge that could be so sweet without doing any damage to you but could destroy him."

"But I want him to pay for what he did. I want him to be in pain for the rest of his life. And. . . how dare he think he could come back here to you now? How dare he! He should pay."

Interrupting his lover Jack said, "Imagine, after trying to come back to my bed, if he walks out here and sees you imbedded in me." Will's protests died and instead they fell together to the deck. "I love you," Jack spoke against the boy's lips.

"I want you screaming that by the time everyone's awake," Will said breathily, but still dwelling on thoughts of destroying his father, as they hurriedly stripped each other. Will pressed the man into the planks of wood the captain loved so dearly.

They worshipped each other's bodies unwittingly lying together in the place where Jack had been demoralized by Will's father years before. Now the act was not filled with hate, anger, and dominant power but instead with love, and affection, and promises of safety. They moved together in synchronized movements. Whispering happy endearments. And as Will slid inside of Jack the man ran his nails harshly over the boy's back.

"Will, dear lord!" Jack roared leaning his head back to allow Will access to his neck. "My beautiful, wonderful, lovely boy. I need you. God! Don't ever stop! Don't ever break this. I love you."

Will laughed breathlessly, "Thanks for screaming it."

Jack bit into the boy's shoulder to shut him up. But Will, with his high threshold of pain just gasped and pumped his hips faster against Jack's. "Baby," Jack whispered again and again, "Baby, baby, I love you." His mouth was stained in blood.

With tender licks Will cleaned the man's lips and said softly, "You're the only one who can hurt me."

"And I never would," Jack promised, stroking the lacerations he'd placed on the boy's back.

Will glanced up to see how far they were from shore and instead was greeted by the vision of his father standing there. "Hello, Father," he smirked as he pulled Jack's face to him for a harsh possessive kiss.

Jack never looked away from the boy's eyes, "I love you, Will, I love you so much."

Opting to ignore his father; Will refocused fully on his lover. Slowly dragging Jack's hands above the pirate's head, Will growled into his mouth. Laughing Jack rolled them to switch their positions. Though Will was still planted inside of the pirate he now had the man looming over him. Jack moved on his lap with determination. Hardening inside of his captain Will wove their fingers together. Leaning down Jack kissed him slowly. They felt a jolt as the other side of the boat hit the moorings.

"How long have we?" panted Will.

"Ages, love, ignore it: the mast is hiding us."

Still smiling Will shielded his eyes from the sun and looked at his father, "Shouldn't you be leaving?"

THE END