Title: Dead Man's Chest
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow, Will Turner, James Norrington and various permutations thereof
Warnings: character death, violence, non-con, spoilers
Summary: 15 men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Disclaimer: At no point do I claim any form of ownership of any of the characters depicted in this piece. My representations of them are not necessarily indicative of the intentions of their original creators. The plot in which I place these characters holds no relationship to their original context. I make no profit from borrowed characters. Don't sue me.
Word Count: 1,929
Notes: Don't overlook the warnings. I implore you, for the love of all that is holy, do NOT overlook the warnings. If you have an inkling that this sort of thing will rub you the wrong way, now would be the time to stop, before you're reading this like one watches a train wreck. And then you'll be mad at me. But I warned you.

II. Stroke of Midnight

That night Jack woke slowly to the sound of heavy breathing. Will was slumped dejectedly in the chair across the room, only moonlight to illuminate the troubled expression on his face. Jack propped himself up on his elbows so silently that Will startled when he spoke.

"My tremendous intuitive sense of the male creature informs me that you are troubled," Jack said.

"I went to see the Commodore," Will began.

Jack did not stir when Will paused.

"He said he had your compass and that I was to negotiate a trade for it. I thought I had nothing to trade, but I was willing to give anything to keep my promise to my father…"

Jack sat up completely.

"He wants me to…" A weird expression came over Will's face. Jack leaned forward with concern.

"Go on," Jack urged.

"I need you to teach me how to know a man, Jack."

"Know… a man?" Jack queried, lascivious thoughts brewing, though not quite quickly enough to be believable, even to himself.

"I want to know you, Jack."

"Or you want to know how to know the Commodore?" Jack asked, indignant but nonetheless willing.

"I want to know you. And I need you to teach me because there's nothing else I can barter for that compass. I have to have it. I have to keep my promise to my father, no matter the cost."

Jack did not make a move. He was clearly annoyed, albeit interested.

"Jack, I don't like what's being asked of me. I don't like it, but I need your help. You're the only one I can turn to."

Jack swung his legs over the edge of the bed and swayed in his familiar fashion. He stood and Will stood to meet him. Jack cocked his head in his most convincing impression of someone with dignity.

"It's a pity that it takes a man like Norrington to convince you of what you want," Jack said. He hesitated.

Will wasn't going to beg.

"But I'll help you." There was the wicked flash of gold that Will was accustomed to.

He kissed Jack urgently and without hesitation. The responsibility of his duty gave new purpose to his otherwise uncertain desires and he gave in fully to the sensation of touching Jack.

"Tell me something," Jack pulled away just far enough to speak. "Tell me the reason you're doing this. The real reason. The first reason. I'll still help you, but I want to know."

"I want to know you, Jack. The need for leverage speeds my decision, but I have always wanted… To know," Will confessed breathily.

"Ah, curiosity," Jack said seductively. "I knew you'd come to my side, eventually."

Will said nothing in reply, but Jack smiled and kissed him. Their breathing mingled hotly as Jack ran his fingers through Will's sweat-damp hair. Again, they kissed for long minutes until Jack interrupted their progress.

"How long have you got before this bargain of yours is due to be complete?" Jack asked.

"Once and once only," Will said, keeping a brave face in spite of his shame. "I go to him in two days time. Then, there will be no more bargaining and if I have to, I will cut him down and find where he hides the compass for myself."

"Now, now, don't go vexing yourself about it early. I only wanted to know how much time I have to er… give you proper training."

Jack motioned to the bed and Will followed as requested.

"Come now," Jack said softly, "we can get to the training, tomorrow. Tonight, relax and let Captain Jack take care of you."

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and Will beside him, reluctantly. Will knew nothing of what to expect and nothing of how to behave. The anxiety very nearly petrified him. Jack's eyes fluttered over the sight of Will's flushed skin and tensed body, nervously perched on the bed, waiting impatiently. He stopped short of licking his lips in anticipation, but only barely. Will caught the look and gave a little cough. Jack told Will to relax as he lowered him to the downy bed.

Jack crawled over Will's body, and took his time removing Will's shirt. Jack, himself, slept in nothing but pants. How fortuitous.

"Relax, boy," Jack reminded, "don't worry about learning anything, now. You'll learn plenty without even trying."

Will nodded and reached to bring Jack's face closer to his own. The kiss they shared was greedy. Jack was tempered by many long nights at sea and Will by the loss of his fiancé. Each was equally desperate in his own way, all other motivations aside.

Having the clear upper hand in experience, Jack took the lead, teasing Will's skin with his fingertips. He ran his hand over the fine, smooth chest, provoking reserved moans. Jack's lips distracted Will from the movements of his graceful hands as he eased down Will's trousers. The long, spindly fingers swept slowly downward into the wiry hair below Will's navel. Will drew in a quick and noisy breath, arching toward Jack's hand. Jack was happy to oblige the unspoken request and he eased his hand onto Will's groin. Will gave a little groan.

"What's all this…?" Will said, poking at the fabric wrapped around Jack's hand. "Take it off."

Jack hesitated for a moment and looked at his hand.

"The spot's gone, isn't it?"

"Aye," Jack answered, "but what if…"

"Nonsense," Will snapped. "Take it off." Jack shrugged and unwrapped both his hands.

"And the rings?" Jack asked nervously.

"The rings are fine. Leave the rings," Will answered.

Will wouldn't admit it, but he found Jack's jewelry part of his unbelievably potent appeal. Jack's gilded teeth gleamed in his smile and the beads in his hair clanked as he leaned his head down to the crease of Will's neck. Will let his eyelids sink slowly closed as Jack used his hand below and his mouth above. Jack slid slowly downward, trailing decadent suction down Will's chest. He paused to run his teeth over one of Will's nipples. At first Will jumped and then he groaned with passion. Jack gave considerable thought to how much he adored the inexperienced and continued down.

Will tried desperately to calm his troubled mind as Jack slid below his navel. As indecent as Will knew it to be, he thrilled at the idea of anything Jack wanted to do to him with his tongue. Jack went agonizingly slowly, and Will could not tell whether Jack intended him to become more aroused or to attempt to calm himself. Will found, however, that his arousal increased exponentially. Will felt Jack's breath on his leg and shuddered. Jack's hair rubbed fleetingly over Will's skin as he teased, listening to Will's breathing.

Will wanted to beg Jack to touch him, but he couldn't form the words. Instead he opened his mouth and threw back his head. Jack smirked and finally gave in, running his tongue up Will's hardness. Jack was rewarded with short, high-pitched moans and they spurred him on. Having nearly as little patience as Will, Jack wrapped his mouth about Will's tip and hollowed his cheeks. Will held his breath as Jack moved his mouth down and up again. He dared not repeat the motion too many times as Will's breathing had become heavier and Jack feared the worst for his own fare that night. Jack sat up, then, realizing he was missing something.

"Wait here," Jack said, motioning to keep Will right where he was.

Will nodded and Jack hobbled across the room and tore through his effects until he produced a bottle. Jack snatched up the bottle and discarded his pants, climbing gingerly into the bed. He opened the bottle and poured some of its contents onto his hands. Will watched intently. He recognized that the substance looked like oil, but he had no idea what Jack was doing with it. Then, Jack rubbed the oil from his hands onto Will's length. Will thought the slickness might be the death of him and he sighed in loud appreciation.

"Aye… Jack…" Will choked out the words. "Do you always carry this sort of thing?"

"A good Captain is always prepared," Jack said with a chuckle.

Will let his head fall back again and paid no heed to Jack straddling him until the slick hands released him. Will wriggled a bit in disappointment and then he felt something highly surprising. His eyes flew open and Jack held himself over Will's groin, balancing delicately as he lowered himself. For a moment Jack held Will's gaze with his eyes, watching the surprise and then the lust, but eventually he concentrated his efforts on relaxing. Jack let his head loll back and Will marveled at the sight of Jack's neck exposed. Then it dawned on Will that he had never seen Jack nude before.

Will watched with semi-glazed eyes as Jack continued to lower himself down over Will's hardness. The muscles in his thighs strained beautifully and he leaned back to balance on his hands. Will watched the undulation of muscles in Jack's forearms and chest and abdomen. Jack breathed deeply and the sheen of sweat over his skin shone brightly in the moonlight. Will wished he had candlelight to see Jack better by. He heard the trinkets of Jack's hair clinking together as the last of Jack's weight settled on Will's body. Will's head fell back with a thud and he moaned discordantly.

Jack waited a moment before he shifted his weight and Will's eyes flew open again. Will tried to keep them focused on Jack's, but had a terribly difficult time of it, what with the incredible pressure and heat of Jack's body. Jack grinned wickedly as he waited for Will to adjust and to calm down. In a few moments, Jack deemed it time to move again, all the while coaxing Will to stay calm. Jack's efforts were of little avail, however, as soon as he began to noticeably enjoy himself. The raspy groan that escaped Jack after a few thrusts made Will feral. In an almost violent fit of passion, Will lifted Jack up by the hips and shoved him back down again. Jack howled his approval and set a bruising pace.

"Jack," Will whined.

He craned his neck to look at Jack, who was too busy to reply, lifting and lowering himself rapidly as he clumsily attempted to use his hand on himself.

"Ah, Jack! I can't wait any longer!" Will gasped, lifting Jack by the hips and pushing him down with remarkable force.

Again Jack howled, slamming his weight down as he climaxed. Will first felt the contractions of Jack's muscles, the astonishing heat and pressure, bringing him to finish. He shouted at the top of his voice, unintelligible sounds mingling with Jack's loud, raucous grunts. Then, Will felt the hot liquid falling on his belly. Finally, Jack rested and they both sat panting.

With a little swagger, Jack lifted himself completely and plopped down onto the bed. He handed Will the rag he had kept about his black-marked hand and Will cleaned himself up. He offered it to Jack, but Jack made a face and threw it onto the floor. With a sigh, Jack sprawled out and let his body cool, the damp of his skin refreshing as it dried in the night air. His lip curled up in a little smile and Will watched him with confusion and fondness. Will thought to speak, but before he could decide what to say, Jack began to snore.