Chapter Four

Dil Chahta Hai

Jack was lost in sea of smooth skin. Lips of the purest softness where pressing themselves against his chest, moving teasingly downward. Jack's fingers where laced in dark brown hair, his head throw back at the feeling of smooth hands against his bare legs. A moan escaped his lips. "James!" The man's lips moved from his chest to his lips, sending a wave of heat from his head to his feet. It was heaven. And it was over in a flash.

Sitting up in bed, Jack sighed. The dreams haunted him. Ever since Port Royal, he had done nothing but dream about what it would be like to be with James. Sometimes, in the dreams, Jack was on top, claiming the Commodore for his own. Still other times, he was the one being claimed. What was sad was that both ways Jack woke up extremely happy and extremely hot.

The dreams were, of course, the least of his problems.

His compass wasn't working. Or rather, it was working but not at all how he wanted it to work. There were moments when it would point out into the sea, towards Zigana, but then… there were other moments. And it was not at all hard to tell where the compass was pointing then. It was always straight at James. But of course it was pointing to James. Jack told himself that it was because he wanted James to be better, not that he secretly wanted to take James as his lover. And with each passing moment, the temptation to be with James physically was driving him up the wall. Really, what was the harm? This James wanted to sleep with him. Would it really be bad to give him his request? Yes. It would be rape. There was no other word for it. And whatever else Jack Sparrow may be, a rapist was not one of them.

So he did the only thing he really could do. He kept a decent distance between himself and Commodore Norrington. But that distance was broken almost every day. Jack put James to work, saying that it would make him happy to see James on his crew. So James worked without complaint, often looked to Jack and smiling. And Jack kept a careful eye on the Commodore. Once, he saw on of his younger crewmembers flirting with James. Jack had almost tossed the youth overboard, but he held in his anger and made sure that crewmember was never working where James was. He'd be damned if anyone took advantage of his Jamie!

Jack sighed and leaned against the railing of his Pearl. There he went again with that word. 'His Jamie' was untrue. James wasn't his. James could never be his. It was wrong. If Zigana had never put that damn spell on him then he never would have given Jack a second thought outside hanging. It all seemed cruel to do to him. Mostly because the more time Jack spent around James, the more James began to grow on him.

"What's that star, there?"

Jack didn't jump at the sound. He had known there was someone standing behind him. He turned and smiled at James who came to stand beside him. Jack looked where James was pointing. "I'm not sure. But that right there is Orion."

"Who was he?"

"A hunter. Rather like yours I imagine. But he wasn't hunting pirates." Jack smiled and pointed to another cluster of stars. "That's Canes Major, Orion's dog. And over there, that big star, is Sirius."

"Where did you learn so much about stars, Jack?" James looked up at the sky in a way that reminded the Captain of a child.

"I do read you know, Jamie."

"Jamie?" He blinked and smiled brightly. "No one has ever called me Jamie before."

"You don't say? Well I'll just have to call you Jamie more often. It can be our little secret, eh, mate?"

"I'd like that, Jack." There was a moment of silence as both men looked up at the clear Caribbean sky. A steady wind blew around them, carrying the sails toward Zigana, wherever she may be. It was oddly comforting to have the other man so close, Jack mused. It was rather like a solid rock in a harsh storm.

"Jack?" James asked, not looking at him.

"Hmm?"

"When Zigana turns me back, what will happen to me?"

"Brilliant question, mate." Jack sighed and sat against the railing. He turned and looked at James, who looked back at him. "I wager you'll go back to being your normal Commodore self. You'll go hunt some pirates and do whatever it is you do in that great big house."

"You forgot empty." James sighed and shook his head. "I wish you'd let me be with you. I wish you'd give this a try. I wish…" he ran his fingers along the side of Jack's face, "you'd let me kiss you. I wish you'd let me touch you. Just once."

Jack watched James move closer to him. He wanted to yell at him to stop. But his throat was drive. And those lips where so soft looking, and willing. And Jack was having flashbacks of his dreams. Swallowing hard, Jack grabbed James' arms. "Jamie…"

"I know, I know, it's wrong." He sighed and pulled away. "You know, for a pirate, you sure do talk about right and wrong a lot. But I'll get you yet." He smirked and winked. "Good night, Jack. I'll be below if you change your mind."

Jack watched James go and hell if he didn't want to throw him down and take him right here on the deck. The Pearl creaked under him and he sighed, running his hand over the smooth wood. "I know, girl." He pulled out his compass and it swerved between the direction James had run off to and the front of the ship. He sighed. His heart and his head battled the same war together. Which was more important: breaking James' spell or taking him like the pirate James kept reminding he was. But Zigana was close. He could tell. The wind always picked up when she was close. "Well fix this, girl," Jack said, smiling down at his amazing ship. One way or the other, he was going to fix this. Even if his heart didn't want it fixed.

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Plot Bunny: Well that one was short.

Author: Yeah I know. Should be only two more chapters yet.

Plot Bunny: Huh.. okay then

Dil Chahta Hai The Heart Wants