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: 3,168
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.

VI. Reunion

Will stormed through the door when he got home and shouted for Jack to get up as soon as he had the compass adequately hidden. Jack hobbled out of the bed, face swollen and bruised from the previous night's encounter with Norrington, and he squinted in the midday light.

"What the Hell has gotten into you, Jack?" Will demanded.

Jack thought about saying something about the Commodore, but instead he held his tongue. He thought it best to know what he was in trouble for before he admitted to anything. Jack stood silent, poking gingerly at his sore eye.

"Damn it Jack!" Will shouted.

"What is the matter with you?" Jack asked. "And where is the bloody compass?"

"I have it," Will scoffed. "And that compass is the least of my problems."

"What is your problem, then?" Jack retorted defiantly.

"You are my problem." Will spat.

"I am your problem! After all I've done for you, I am your problem!" Jack threw his flask onto the floor and scowled.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out? You had to go see him for yourself, did you? Thought you might be missing out on the action? Hah! Did it never occur to you that I was telling the truth when I said that I was only going to him because I had nothing else to barter?"

"What are you on about?" Jack hissed.

Will looked at Jack with concern, both of them visibly confused. Will sighed at Jack's obvious ignorance.

"He told me everything," Will admitted.

"Bastard," Jack whispered.

"I should've known that pirates are never to be trusted," Will shook his head, anger diminishing to sadness, and turning away from Jack.

"Wait… What?" Jack said, turning Will back by the shoulder.

Will shook off Jack's hand and turned, eyes fiery with disappointment.

"What did he tell you?" Jack implored, softening his tone to pry the information from Will, whose resolve was like stone when it came to secrets.

Will glared at him.

"Tell me, please. Tell me what happened," Jack whispered. Something about the way his voice wavered and his eyes begged made Will give in.

"He told me…" Will began, but couldn't continue. He didn't want Jack to hear his voice crack.

Jack waited and Will gave a little cough.

"He told me… That you paid him a visit. A, uh… visit of a very intimate nature." Will swallowed hard.

"I didn't want you to find out, Will," Jack protested.

"Of course you didn't!" He cut Jack short. "You would much rather bed anyone you like as though people are merely treasures!"

"Will…" Jack reached out.

"Don't you put your filthy, vagabond hands on me!" Will spun away defiantly.

"Will, listen to me!" Jack shouted at the top of his voice.

Will was startled into submission for a moment and he listened.

"Will, I did not go to Norrington for pleasurable company. I went there to barter myself in your stead in exchange for his silence and your compass. I asked him to give it to you and make up some excuse for why he decided not to make you pay. I see, now, that he is far less trustworthy than I believed." Jack's shoulders slumped and his brow furrowed.

"You… Jack… That doesn't make any sense."

"Why doesn't it make sense, Will? That's precisely what happened and I asked him to give the compass to you himself so that you would never have to know, for fear that you wouldn't have me, or fear that you'd feel badly. But you needn't. You've saved my skin enough times that I owed you a favor of the highest kind. And it certainly won't be the first time I've bedded a man of rank for a bit of his… privilege."

"Jack, don't lie to me anymore. If you'd given the Commodore what he wanted I wouldn't have…" Will paused to find the words, "come home at so late an hour."

"He didn't… You didn't…" Jack couldn't complete a sentence. His face flushed red with rage.

Immediately Jack went for his pistol. He fumbled with it like a drunk and headed for the door, half his clothes still missing.

"Get back here," Will went after him and held him fast by the arm.

"I'll kill him!" Jack shouted. "Let me loose, damn you! The Commodore has played his last game with you, Will!"

Will stood statuesque, refusing to loose Jack's arm. Jack said nothing, his nostrils flaring with anger. Several deep breaths put Jack somewhat closer to sanity and Will was able, with much effort, to drag him inside.

"Don't be a fool, Jack. If you don't stay hidden, the entire royal navy will be after you. And even if you made it as far as the Commodore's chambers in your state of mind… and undress…" Will paused, looking Jack up and down, "the moment you killed him, all would be lost. And then how would you ever repay your debt to me, and to my father?"

Jack pursed his lips. He knew Will was right, but his blood lust overwhelmed his reason.

"Listen to me, Jack," Will soothed. "You can't kill Norrington. I went to him with willingness when I thought you had betrayed me."

Jack was so stunned, he couldn't make a sound. He stared at Will, whose expression betrayed his regret and pain and fear. Jack turned and sat at the table, facing the wall. He fumbled for his flask and took a hearty swig.

"I don't see why I can't kill him," Jack muttered. "Doesn't make any bit of difference to me. He double crossed me. Worse, he double crossed you."

"If not for his bargain, I would never have had the nerve to…" Will paused and then finished almost too rapidly to be understood, "would never have had the nerve to lay with you."

"You would've come to my side eventually," Jack said stubbornly, "Curiosity."

Will snorted.

"Let me kill him, Will," Jack said hotly.

"Leave him alone. There is nothing more he can do to harm us. He has nothing that we value. Let him live a long and lonely life. He almost ruined us once, but if you kill him you will ruin us for certain."

This time, Jack snorted.

"You know it's true. If you're jailed, I'll have to break you out. And if he finds us still together, which he will surely be waiting for me to come for you, then he will try to kill us both. The odds are not in our favor to escape that first battle, but even if they were, we would be forced to leave Port Royal and flee any place that might find us within the reach of the royal navy. And if that is the case, I stand no chance ever to free my father. In fact, for that, I might have to leave you to hang."

Jack stood abruptly.

"Do you care for him?"

Will swallowed.

"Do you care for him!" Jack shouted.

"For a moment… For a moment, I did."

Jack turned away again. He breathed deeply and Will watched his shoulders move rhythmically. After a few minutes, Jack turned round again.

"Will you go to him again?" Jack asked with surprising calm.

"No," Will shook his head. "I care for you too much for that."

"He's a violent man, anyway," Jack jeered.

"Did he do this to you?" Will reached toward Jack's face.

Jack pulled away swiftly and nodded.

Will's jaw clenched and his face turned crimson.

"Will…" Jack tried to comfort him.

"Bastard. I should kill him."

Jack gave Will a warning look and they both stood still, breathing heavy with emotions.

It felt like an eternity went by and Will wanted to do something. Something drastic. He wanted to slam Jack into a wall. He didn't know if he'd rather kiss him, or finish the job Norrington had started. Jack caught the look in Will's eye and made the move for him.

Jack came forward swiftly and grabbed Will by the collar, kissing him fiercely. Will tangled his hands in Jack's hair and tugged it, anger and relief and lust mingling into a single, violent passion. With an astonishing flurry of motion, Jack took the collar he held and pulled, tearing Will's tunic in half. With better access, Jack ran his hands over Will's skin. He knew someone else had been there last, but the skin felt just as it did the first time they were together, and that was a good deal of comfort to him. It was irrational, Jack knew, and Will was his, but he felt better all the same.

Will looked down at his ruined shirt and narrowed his eyes. With both hands, he took Jack by his bare shoulders and swung him around, slamming his back into a wall. Jack grunted, but smiled. Will felt as though Jack's black eyes could see right into him, and they must have, because he shoved Will away from their almost-kiss and walked his silly walk into the bedroom. Will followed quickly, and was in time to watch Jack undress and plop himself onto the bed. Jack grinned wickedly, but didn't ask Will to join him. He simply sat there, staring smugly at Will.

"I should beat you every bit as badly as Norrington did," Will said, stepping forward, still angry for Jack's indiscretions, and possibly also for his own.

"If you're really intent on destroying me," Jack teased, "there would be far more clever ways to go about it."

"Then I suggest you prepare yourself," Will said stoutly, trying to hold back a grin.

He stripped off his clothes almost playfully and climbed onto the bed with Jack. With haste, he shoved Jack onto his back and pinned him. Jack grunted when Will kissed him, his nose sore from the blows. Will took his lips away and winced apologetically, but Jack flashed his golden teeth and pulled Will down again. Jack was generally up for a bit of pain with his pleasure, but Will was careful, which revealed that in spite of his game, he was still protective of Jack. Jack thought it was rather silly, but he couldn't deny how terribly arousing he found it.

With a grateful moan, Will let his weight down on Jack's bare skin. He ground their hips together, and licked Jack's neck delicately. For a little while, Jack allowed himself to be pampered, and he relished the attention Will lavished on his body. Eventually, however, Jack was desperate to pamper Will in return, at the very least to make up for their argument, but more so to take in every possible sensation associated with the partner he had almost lost.

Jack picked his head up off the bed and looked at Will, giving him warning that the tables were about to turn. Then, he sat up, taking Will with him. He tossed Will gently onto his back and growled. Will sighed when Jack lowered himself to put his mouth to Will's skin. He began at the neck and moved down Will's body, taking his time with his lips and tongue. Will groaned and whispered encouragement as Jack neared his groin, and Jack wasted no time in falling to task.

Forgetting about everything else, Will pondered that there might be no more fantastic thing on this earth than Jack's mouth. It was clear to him that Jack knew precisely how a man should be touched. Still, he knew Jack was his and his alone, and he felt no jealousy at Jack's experience. Indeed, Will was glad to have someone to take the lead and smooth over the rough spots in their interaction. Jack hollowed his cheeks and pulled back after a time, sitting up, and alerting Will. Jack motioned him to relax and fetched a bottle of oil. Will cared not to ask where it came from or how Jack paid. Jack poured a bit into his hand, but Will stopped him.

"I'm too sore," Will whispered.

Jack's jaw clenched, but he did everything in his power to keep his temper, and not run down the road in the nude to kill Norrington.

"I'm sorry, Jack…" Will blushed.

"Don't be. Everything is fine, now," Jack assured, brought back to his senses by Will's voice.

Will smiled sheepishly.

"Besides, do you think I only think of myself?" Jack asked sternly.

Will raised an eyebrow.

"Don't answer that," Jack said, scrunching up his face, and Will laughed.

Jack poured more oil into his hand and rubbed it along Will's length. Will lolled back his head and sighed, concentrating on the texture and heat of Jack's hand. This, of course, made Will think of their first encounter and he raised himself up. Jack sat back on his haunches and allowed Will room to situate himself.

Will took Jack by the shoulders and pushed him onto his back. Jack extended his legs and pulled Will down over him, raising his hips slightly into the motion. Will positioned himself between Jack's thighs and rubbed himself over the varying textures of Jack's body. Will took the time to feel scars and bones, callous and muscles. Jack, on the other hand, was well beyond the point of thought. He breathed deeply, but unevenly and he let himself be fully involved in the feeling of Will's hands and skin and breath.

"Jack," Will whispered, his voice trembling and soft.

"Mmm?" Jack said, half-opening one eye and looking less than attentive.

"I only want you," he confessed. Jack knew this was very serious emotional business and he did his best to snap to attention. He smiled gently and touched Will's face with his fingertips.

"I know," Jack breathed. "And you shall have me."

Will sighed decadently at Jack's words and bent his head to kiss him. The heat of Jack's breath spilled into Will's nostrils as he inhaled, and his head spun. His blood pounded in his ears and chest and groin, and his desire was stoked to a fine, hot flame. Jack whispered into his ear, the wiry hairs of his moustache brushing gently against Will's sensitive skin, but Will did not hear the words. He heard the rumbling of Jack's deep, raspy voice and felt the vibration of his breathing.

Jack reached for Will's length and ran his hand over it, testing that the amount of oil would be sufficient. Will groaned and closed his eyes as Jack pulled him, guiding him forward. Jack inhaled deeply and used his legs to pull Will into him, setting a tortuously languid pace. Will held his breath as he slid forward, overwhelmed by the power of holding himself above Jack.

Entering Jack was every bit as stunning and arousing as it had been the first time, if not more, as the vantage point had changed. Will breathed deeply and concentrated his efforts on calming himself so he wouldn't hurt Jack. Jack's breath hitched and expelled with little regularity as Will slid forward, pushing ever-so-slowly into Jack's body. Jack coaxed him on with short words of encouragement and praise, as often as he was able to remain aware enough to do so.

Will listened carefully to the sounds of Jack's breath, taking note of every pitch, every sigh, every change. He did his best to gauge Jack's level of arousal, the things that he liked, the things that hurt. Will tilted up his hips slightly, looking for the spot he knew must be there. Jack groaned when Will found it and raised the middle of his back up off the bed. Jack wrapped his thin limbs about Will's body, grasping and writhing in response to every thrust.

He took Will's face between his hands and kissed him. Jack probed his eager tongue forward, extending it toward Will's. Their touch at first was tentative, delicate. As Jack's passion swelled, however, he opened his mouth wider and held his tongue rigidly imposing. Their mouths moved in perfect rhythm, each knowing the next move of the other and never stumbling. With a sudden intake of breath, their kiss broke and Will arched his back as he thrust. Jack clenched his jaw and braced himself, breathing deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring.

In spite of his caring, Will was near merciless in his pace, and for that Jack was undoubtedly grateful. He rocked into the peak of each repetition, using his legs to increase the power of Will's motion. Will grunted with his efforts and buried his face in Jack's hair, pushing as hard and as fast as he thought Jack could possibly tolerate. Then, with a choked breath, Will realized he was nearing completion and he tried to slow himself.

"Will," Jack whispered harshly. "Don't stop. For God's sake, don't stop."

Will groaned deep in his throat and he shoved his weight forward onto Jack's prone frame.

Jack curled himself up around Will, arms wrapping about his back and legs lifting to deepen the stroke. He moaned unabashedly and spouted words that Will found shocking, but unusually arousing. Will felt Jack's muscles contract and his breath hitched as they both sped rapidly toward climax. Jack called out Will's name in passion at the last moment of his orgasm, his shout raspy and exaggerated with breath, the sound of which finally undid Will, who had held back until the last possible moment.

Finally feeling satiated, Will rolled off Jack, their bodies momentarily resisting separation, stuck with sweat and tensed muscles. Jack sighed and smiled at Will, rubbing the bruises on his face. He accepted a cloth from Will to clean himself up and wordlessly, they seemed to agree that nothing could ever come between them again. The silence, however, was made bittersweet by the knowledge that a dangerous mission to rescue Bill Turner lay just ahead. Jack stroked Will's hair as much to calm his own mind as to calm Will's and they both relaxed their bodies, if not their minds, in preparation for future hardships.