"Captain Teague?" Will entered the man's cabin quietly, wary. It was dark, except for a single candle on the man's bedside table. Captain Teague was leaned over an old ragged piece of parchment. He looked up at Will, suddenly alert, shoving the paper away in his vest. The man stood, reminding Will suddenly of Jack. They shared many of the same mannerisms…
"Yes, my boy. I told ye to come and talk to me, didn't I?" he chuckled, nervous. He pulled a chair out of the shadows and Will sat, Teague returning to his own seat.
"Captain Greengage just left my cabin…he told me some interesting stories about Jack and himself…" He gulped as the Captain stiffened. "That they were lovers…and other such nonsense."
"That boy never could hold his tongue around a pretty face," Teague growled. He shook his head and spat into a corner, Will looking on in wonder. "Why are ye asking me about him?"
"I just want to know what the chances are that he finds Elizabeth, and then decides he wants me and-" he silenced the words pouring from his mouth as Captain Teague's interest lit up his face.
"Ah, so we come to the real matter. He's offered to share himself with you?" the older man laughed.
"And both of us with Jack." Will sighed and smiled at the other man's mirth. His confusion was relieving itself, and he could almost breathe again. "But, Captain Teague, before I did, I had to know why you hated him." Teague's laughter stopped immediately and he eyed Will suspiciously. "I mean, you were suddenly so uncomfortable the moment he stepped foot on board."
"I don't hate him, lad…Just seein' him after so long makes me sad…Makes me remember how I neglected Jack as a child…They were more brothers than anything until puberty hit Jess, and he started to return what Jack had been starting to feel for him…And then Jack took to lusting after the sea, just as I did…" The pirate suddenly looked tired and he sat down, his face edged in shadow and flickering candlelight. "And he stupidly left Jess behind…Makes me realize how much like me Jack really is, ye know?" His eyes met Will. "He knows it. That's why he said what he said to me. It does seem to be all about glory with my son and I, doesn't it. Glory and gold…"
"He told me not to underestimate Jack's ability to feel. What did he mean by that?" Will looked up at Captain Teague who came to stand over him.
"A ship full of men, and that Swann girl, and ye've fallen for Jack as well haven't ye? That's why ye're so torn up about what she did…" He sighed and knelt next to Will. "He means, that Jack is truly his father's son. Most of the time he hides his feelin's behind rum and foolery, but he really does have a heart, Jack. And it ain't a pirate's heart. He can be hurt just as easily as you, or Miss Swann," he said quietly, watching Will flinch at her name and look away. "Ye may not love her anymore, but ye can't hate her either, can ye?"
"That's what makes it so hard to see her. I try, and I want her to be in as much pain as I am, as much pain as Jack was in…but I can't hate her." He sighed. "But I want her to suffer."
"And she will, son. None of us can possibly know how yet, but she will. Women of her ilk always do. Maybe she already is." Teague smiled. "Co on, son, buck up. Go and find that Captain of yours. Take him up, Jack would like nothing better than the two men he loves to get to know each other and stand by his side."
"Thank you, Captain Teag-" He stopped when he realized what the Captain had said. He was already on the other side of the threshold and the Captain was leaning out his door, grinning cheekily. "What did you just say?" Captain Teague tapped the inside of his nose and slammed the door in Will's face, raucous laughter sounding as he did so. Will raised his hand to knock and demand re-entry, but decided against it. He decided to listen to the old pirate and find Captain Greengage.
Meanwhile..
Said Captain paced his cabin, berating himself for his reckless actions. He had thrown himself at Will like some sort of lovesick child…No wonder the other man was hesitant. He sighed and began disrobing. His vest and shirt came off before he was interrupted by a furtive knock at his door.
"Come in," he called gruffly over one shoulder as he freed his hair from the leather thong that held it bound. He shook it loose until his dreadlocks hung loose and wavy over his shoulders and he turned to greet whoever it was that had entered his cabin. His eyes went wide.
Will Turner was staring openmouthed at Jess Greengage, his eyes wide. Damn, this man was beautiful. Sculpted…well, everything greeted his hungry eyes. Greengage was obviously more muscular than Jack Sparrow, but he wasn't more or less beautiful. He was gorgeous in a clean sort of way. There were a few scars across his dark skin, but they weren't mars on his surface, they only added to the rugged quality of this mysterious pirate captain.
"Wonderful ship you have here, Captain Greengage." Will stammered the words as he stepped forward, extending a hand. "I'd like to talk to you about it…" Greengage smiled silently. Talk he had said…Well, he and Will would talk, if that's what the other man wanted. Just having Will Turner in the same room was a new log on the flame of his desire.
"Alright. You must have many questions. Let me explain the ship itself, and then you may ask anything I don't answer.: Will nodded and stumbled forward, seeing there were no chairs in the room. Greengage smirked and gestured toward the bed. Will sat on the trunk at its foot, making Jess smile even wider. "Well, as you must have noticed, the ship isn't made of wood. It is made of shell, like the inside of a clam, grayish on its exterior and rainbow colored on it's innards." He pointed at the walls which Will only took into account for a moment. "Any fixtures such as the Captain's wheel, and mast and such are made of some strong sort of driftwood, basically unbreakable. Stoves and things are as normal, of course. My bed is driftwood, and the mattress was a net full of seaweed, but it made me itch, so most of the furniture has been replaced. Sails are made of woven fish hides of some sort, stronger than normal, quite a spectacle in the sunlight, if you hadn't noticed-" he explained, but Will cut him off.
"What about the crew. I saw no one on board, and yet I hear commands being whispered…Is this some sort of ghost ship?"
"No…It…" He fumbled around for the right words, sitting down next to Will, who fought the urge to scoot away a few inches. "The ship itself is…a kind of autonomous collective…It does everything itself. I only have a crew because I wouldn't want to rattle around alone on it." He chuckled, suddenly more relaxed. In private, Will noticed, Jess seemed less like a pirate captain and more like a nervous boy on his first date…"It saves on fuel, its basically a free ride. We only have to steer and cook. But you didn't really come here to talk about Poseidon's Blessing, though, did you?" He glanced at Will Turner and smiled as the other Captain looked away, trying to remain unexpressive. He reached over, grabbed Will's chin gently and turned the younger man's face back toward him. "What did you come here for, Captain?"
Will pulled away and stood, walking toward the door. He cleared his throat and placed his hand on the door knob. He heard slight rustling motions and he knew he had to get out of here, or he would do something foolish…Jack wouldn't want both of them…would he? He pulled open the door, but it was closed by the dark hand of Captain Greengage. He leaned his weight upon that hand, just above Will's head and folded his body against the brunette's back…his naked body. Will could feel the weight of Greengage's erection against his buttocks, and its heat made him press back against it slightly. He moaned, but clamped his mouth shut on the sound, leaning his head on the door, using its abrasiveness to return himself to his senses. Greengage leaned in over Will's shoulder, his hair tickling the shorter man's shoulder. He kissed and licked the sensitive skin there, breathing warm air on the moistened skin.
"What did you come here for, William?" Will took his hand off the doorknob and stood back against Greengage. He rubbed himself against the heated skin of Greengage's groin and smirked.
"This…All of this…" He turned to the Captain and leaned back against the door again, his arms reaching around Jess's waist, pulling them together so that Will could feel their needs throbbing in time against each other. "I want to know what it feels like…I need to know…" He reached down with one hand and wrapped it around the taller Captain's member. Squeezing tightly, he looked up at Greengage, whose eyes had closed in ecstasy. The Captain pulled away and, leaving Will's hand on his erection, he pulled the other man into a deep kiss. Moving slowly backward, they ended up next to the Captain's bed. Their tongues fought a passionate battle, and when Greengage finally pulled away, his eyes were glazed over. "You taste innocent…but we shall soon fix that." He smiled darkly and reached back with both hands, removing the thong from Will's hair, freeing it and combing it with his fingers. "Never wear it up like this again, do you hear? You are beautiful…" Will nodded and sighed at the feeling of those long, strong fingers against his scalp.
Will thought to himself as those fingers touched him, disrobing him….He had never once thought he would place himself so willingly into the hands of another man, especially so soon after meeting him…It had taken him months to even admit what he felt for Jack Sparrow, and now here he was, about to make love to someone else.
"Perfect," breathed Captain Greengage as he knelt before Will, his eyes roving the lean, tanned body with its sparse lines of hair…He turned his eyes on the treasure before him. It was beautiful, the flesh bright red with the force of Will's arousal, its head nearly purple. The testicles hung low and heavy, and Jess wondered just how long it had been for Will. He took it all into his mouth without giving the other man any notice, and Will's eyes flew open as he cried out and looked down at the top of Greengage's head. The Captain relished the taste of Will in the back of his throat. He swallowed as much as he could of the paler man, moving up and down, sucking harshly. His hand squeezed a path after his lips, teasing Will closer and closer to the edge. Will began to thrust his hips back and forth and moan softly. His body tensed and he was nearing his release when Jess pulled away and stood up.
"On the bed," he whispered, his voice husky, barely a growl. He sat down and waited.
"No. Not yet. I want to try…" He pushed Jess back on the bed and clambered onto the mattress between his thighs. He nervously took the dark shaft in his fist and began dragging his tongue over the warm flesh slowly. His eyes flickered up and met Greengage's. They maintained eye contact until Will closed his mouth over its tip, and then attempted to take as much of it into his mouth as possible. He closed his eyes and relaxed, only opening them when he felt thick, curly hair tickling his moustache. He pulled back, suddenly needing to breathe, saliva pouring from his mouth down the dark skin. He felt an ache in his throat and knew he shouldn't have tried so much so soon, but he would take all the pain in the world to preserve the look of erratic pleasure on Jess's face. "What now?" Will said, cupping the flesh underneath Jess's shaft.
"Will…" He reached into the drawer of the table beside his bed and pulled out a small latched jar. He opened it and set it on the bed. "Trade places with me." There was a moment of motion and soon Will lay where Jess had, the dark skinned Captain looming over him, his dreadlocks framing his beautiful face and muscular shoulders. He gave the jar to Will. "Spread it over me. Be thorough," he whispered, his eyes flashing full of lust. Will reached in three fingers and then gripped the Captain with them, smoothing the oil over the entire surface of his ache. He coated as much of it as he could reach and then pulled back, reaching down to coat himself. Greengage stopped him, whispering "Not yet. I'll do that myself when the time comes." He took the jar from Will, reached in three fingers of his own and then placed one on the hot opening underneath his organ. He slid it in, curling and extending it gently, making Will writhe and moan.
"More…Please, Jess, more…" He ground his hips against Greengage's hand as the man added a second finger, scissoring it inside his heat, then a third. Will ignored the jagged shot of pain and the discomfort and reveled in the pleasure. He moaned increasingly louder, and sighed in protest when the fingers disappeared. He looked up at Jess and smiled.
"Are you ready, Captain Turner?"
"Aye, Captain Greengage, I'm ready…" He lay his head back as Greengage placed himself at Will's entrance and began to ease his way in. Will moaned and pushed against the Captain, wanting more of the exquisite burning feeling he was experiencing. Subconsciously, Will wrapped his legs around Greengage's waist, improving the angle, and curling his fingers in the other man's dreadlocks.
"Will, on second thought, I don't know how easy it will be to share you with Jack…" he whispered when he was fully sheathed inside of Turner. "But I'm willing to do it if you are…"
"I am." Will moaned. "Now, please, if you don't start moving, I'm going to explode…"
"Oh, you're going to explode alright." He began thrusting in and out of Will, their moans gaining in volume until neither one could take the pressure building between them. Greengage gripped Will's erection and began pumping it furiously until Will bucked upward harshly and shrieked out Jesse's name so loud that neither of them heard the door creak open. Neither of them heard the soft clack of boots as they crossed the boards to splay their owner on the chest at the foot of the bed, then restlessly stand again to stand next to the bed.
"Will, I hope I can taste this paradise everyday with you…" He began to thrust faster and faster and pump Will even harder. "But I can't draw this out anymore than we have, not right now…" He closed his eyes and threw his head back. Will opened his eyes and looked up, his eyes meeting brown ones over Greengage's shoulder. He gasped and then cried out.
"Jack!" He flung his seed across Jess's stomach and hand, and then Greengage turned his head a fraction of an inch and Jack Sparrow caught him in a rough kiss as the Captain filled Will with the very essence of himself. The orgasm seemed to last forever until finally Jess drew out and away from Will, leaving him cold, and closed his fists in Jack's shirt, kissing him intimately, a lover long remembered. He pulled away and they both smiled at each other, Jack running a hand over Jess's hair lovingly. Neither one of them seemed to remind the abrupt interruption.
"It's nice to see my boys getting along so well, and I would join ye, but we have a spot of trouble…"
"How did you get-" Will moaned, still shaking and out of breath.
"I used the Pearl to escape World's End…Sailed it all on me lonesome. But Norrington got at World's End afore ye, and now he's dead…" He sighed. "Jones has got 'is heart back, and we either have to fight him or run. Savvy?" Jack smiled at the naked men and rubbed his hand across his trousers. "Ye might want to get up, or he'll catch us…and in a very compromising position as well."
Both men stood and began getting dressed.
"We fight." Will and Jess looked at each other and then nodded a silent assent to Jack's statement. "The crew is at the ready, all three ships are equipped for war I assume." Greengage and Turner nodded again. "Then have some men man the Pearl, and we can take down Davy Jones from our own home decks, side by side." They would destroy Davy Jones as a trio, and no one would keep the two of them from each other or Jack.
A/N: A lot of people have read but only one has reviewed. Please, do so! I need some more ideas for the last few chapters. Help Me! I have a basic train of thought but gimme some good plot twists, and if no one reviews, I may not have any time to update! By the way, thanks to all those who added me to their favorites!