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Pirates of the Caribbean

By: Pelaam



PotC: The Enigma of Elizabeth.

This was inspired in part by Sirhug's comments and his Keira fetish. It can be read both as a standalone piece as well as a prequel to my PotC series.

Elizabeth Swann stood smiling gently as she watched Jack Sparrow swimming towards the "Black Pearl', Will Turner with him. Of everyone who stood staring, even if she elected to include Will himself, she was probably the only one not surprised that the Pirate Captain had snaked an arm around the boy's waist and taken them both into the sea in the middle of one of his speeches. She inclined her head musing over the way in which firstly she was happily accepting of Will's departure and secondly of how she considered him a 'boy'. She gave a mental nod, content with her thoughts. Will was still very child like: his love for her idealised and noble and she was certain he would have pursued his suit for her even if he had come to realise his heart lay elsewhere. She did love him, but she knew her love was that for a beloved sibling. They could never have made a successful marriage. Will could never have given Elizabeth what she needed any more than she could have provided Will with what he wanted. //I wish you both joy, Sweet William,// she mused.

A touch to her arm had her attention focusing on James Norrington. She cocked an eyebrow at him in silent question.

"You seem singly unconcerned that a pirate has just kidnapped your suitor, Miss Swann," he observed.

Elizabeth pulled out a fan and snapped it open, fluttering it before her face.

"I am certain that under Captain Sparrow, Will shall find his true self and his true place." She used the fan to cover her smile at her words. Her smile widened unseen at the confusion in Norrington's eyes as she lowered her eyes. She could already imagine Will's chocolate brown orbs widening in shock as Jack introduced him to love; both the love between men as well as physical lovemaking. Her thoughts of the slender youth, naked, with Jack between sleek thighs created a heat in Elizabeth and she fluttered the fan more forcefully, turning her thoughts back to the man before her.

"That place being with a rogue and a pirate," Norrington replied. Despite his confident words, his eyes reflected uncertainty. Surely a young woman such as Miss Swann could not mean anything else. Even if he as a sailor knew of the practices in which pirates indulged, as a lady, Elizabeth would not. However, said lady had just spent time in the company of some of the most dangerous pirates on the seas and seemed remarkably unscathed by the experience. He felt himself begin to colour as he realised Elizabeth's eyes were staring levelly directly at him. He was unused to such direct scrutiny. Young women were shy and merely glanced as he walked by.

Elizabeth swayed a few steps towards Norrington, her fan again hiding her smile as she watched him stumble back a pace. If she could retain her independence, a marriage, even to Norrington, would not be too unpalatable. She gave a feral grin as Norrington seemed to now be frozen in place at her advancement much as a bird remains unmoving as a cat stalks it.

"I am no man's trophy, James,"

Norrington swallowed past a suddenly dry throat. Heat travelled southwards, pooling in his groin at the way Elizabeth purred his given name. Nobody had ever elicited such a response from him with but a single word.

"There would be no wedding bed signs of my capitulating to you," Elizabeth continued huskily. "I have been riding since childhood and much preferred to feel the beast between my thighs. You might say I lost my maidenhood to a stallion. I was fortunate to have a knowledgeable and understanding nanny to attend to me."

"I...I can understand your upbringing is ...different to many young women," Norrington stuttered hoarsely. He stopped and a gasp escaped his lips at the smouldering look in Elizabeth's eyes. The heat in his groin became an almost intolerable ache. His britches seemed far too tight and confined him intolerably. He stared at Elizabeth, acknowledging her as the most enigmatic creature he had ever encountered. The refined, civilised part of his brain screamed at him to turn and run from this enchantress. The other part of his brain and the whole of his body demanded he throw himself at her feet and swear his undying devotion.

A flick of Elizabeth's fan saw the return of a demur damsel and broke the spell that held Norrington transfixed. Elizabeth leant closer.

"The only words I wish to hear from you in the immediate future are: "Yes, Miss Swann'. Do you understand, James?" she purred.

"Yes, Miss Swann," came the instant response.

"Give me your arm,"

"Yes, Miss Swann."

Arm in arm, the couple moved towards Elizabeth's home.

Inside the mansion a maidservant fluttered around Elizabeth, only to be batted away.

"I will be entertaining Mr Norrington upstairs and I want no interruptions," she instructed succinctly.

"Of course, my Lady," the maid nodded. She watched Elizabeth lead the gentleman upstairs, a wide smile on her lips.

Elizabeth guided Norrington into a bedroom and he felt sweat bead at his brow as the door locked behind them. 

"Now we can get to know each other," she announced. "Wait here a moment."

Norrington watched as she disappeared into what he assumed to be an anteroom. Within a minute or two she had returned. Already the top of her gown was unlaced displaying more of the alluring creamy mounds it contained. His eyes widened as she deftly undid more to allow sight of her naked breasts. He took in the small, perfect globes and the perfectly proportioned pink nipples that adorned them. He groaned as his shaft throbbed and his mouth watered at the thought of tasting the beauty before him.

"You have on too many clothes, James," Elizabeth growled. "Remove them."

"Yes, Miss Swann," he said. He began to pull his clothing off in his haste to denude himself, uncaring of where it fell. His eyes were mesmerised at the sight of more perfect creamy flesh revealed to him. Finally he stood naked, shivering...panting...torn between remaining where he was until ordered to move and dropping to his knees to worship at the altar of Elizabeth's beauty. He had never beheld such perfection. From her pert breasts, Elizabeth's body drew in to a small waist and then flared out over slim hips. Her legs were long and shapely; a triangle of curls at the delta of her thighs heralded the location of her hidden sex.

Elizabeth moved to stretch cat-like on the bed and extended her hand. She smiled as Norrington came immediately to her side. She admired his strong chest and its dusting of hair. Far more masculine than the smooth planes of Will's more youthful chest, it pleased her eyes. She continued with her visual feast. She followed the dark hair to the treasure trail leading to Norrington's thick pelt of pubic curls. A long, thick uncut shaft rose proudly from his groin. Elizabeth licked her lips as she gauged the impressive organ to be at least eight inches of potential pleasure. It jerked under her scrutiny and she watched as liquid desire oozed to drip on the man's abdomen. She knew she had to play this very carefully. So far the mix of demure and audacious had worked admirably. She wanted this man and he was clearly ready for her, but could she bed him and keep him? Did she want to keep him? Was she really ready to settle and tie herself to any one man, irrespective of his standing or talents? She had to plan her manoeuvres cautiously to ensure she attained her desires.

She moved into Norrington's arms, angling her head and was pleased when he immediately began to kiss her ardently. She moaned softly and opened her mouth inviting him deeper. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she allowed it to be plundered ruthlessly as Norrington's tight control of his responses began to fracture. As they kissed, Elizabeth's hand caressed Norrington's nipples, pinching them gently to a groan of pleasure. Her hand drifted lower, teasing at the base of Norrington's shaft and then she took it in hand. As their mouths clashed and duelled for supremacy, she stroked masterfully bringing Norrington to an explosive release, his seed spurting as high as his chest. As he lay panting, Elizabeth moved to lick drops of his seed from where they glistened enticingly from his nipples.

"Did you enjoy that, James," Elizabeth asked, her voice tinged with amusement.

With a growl, Norrington moved to roll the slight form beneath him and he loomed over Elizabeth's body.

"You know I did," he ground out. "And now...Elizabeth...all I want to hear you say is: "Yes, James' or 'More, James'. Do you understand?"

"Yes, James." Elizabeth's voice was like silk and Norrington's sated organ twitched at the submissive tone.

It was all Elizabeth could do to avoid shouting her jubilation, but her attention was rapidly focused instead on the talented hands and mouth that began to possess her body. One large strong hand was squeezing her breast, the thumb rubbing at her nipple whilst her other breast was being suckled with ferocious intensity. She moaned her approval and arched into the dual sensations. Norrington had the perfect balance between pain and pleasure as he sucked and nipped, stroked and pinched.

"More, James," Elizabeth breathed

Norrington divided his oral attentions between each breast whilst a hand moved to explore uncharted territories. He caressed the smooth skin of her flanks and up the inside of her thighs as Elizabeth opened her body to him, silently inviting deep attentions. His mouth headed southerly then to starboard to suck at her hip as she writhed under his expert steering. 

"More, James," Elizabeth begged as she spread her legs wide to him. The man needed no additional invitation. He knelt between her legs and gazed predatorily at the sight of her sex. He had seen women aplenty in his time: shaved and hirsute, tattooed and pierced and every colour known to man, but nothing compared to this woman. She was an enigmatic mixture of brains and beauty, courage and compassion as well as a fiercely guarded independence. A woman that could equal him in bed and be the envied wife at his side in society - if he could keep her. He manoeuvred into position, reaching to hook his arms under her splayed legs and then to pull apart her nether lips. He growled in triumph at the way she glistened wetly. Then his tongue sought her hidden mound. He licked and rubbed, pressed and caressed with expertise. He grunted as hands gripped his head tightly, but they neither guided nor urged, simply held as though Elizabeth were anchoring herself.

Elizabeth moaned in genuine appreciation as James laved his attention between her legs. She tried to writhe, but the bigger male held her fast and she ceded to James' strength using the words 'more' and 'yes' to plead for her release. Heat spiralled from deep within and waves of pleasure began to wash over her. With a soft cry of James' name, Elizabeth came to completion, her body convulsing and shuddering in its orgasm. Finally she went limp and Norrington released his strong hold. He flowed upwards to mate their mouths, thrusting his tongue past Elizabeth's unresisting lips, making her taste herself. He locked his eyes with her heavy-lidded orbs.

"Prepare to be boarded," he growled in a deep, guttural voice. As he spoke he hooked Elizabeth's legs over his elbows and thrust his throbbing flesh inside her in one swift manoeuvre. She moaned and wiggled, but Norrington held tight. He pounded into her with his rod as his teeth nipped at her throat and breasts. He wanted to mark her, to show he had possessed her, but was careful to keep those marks to where they would not be publicly seen. In response, Elizabeth's hands raked down his back and he grunted at the mix of pleasure and pain from her nails. He finally released her legs to allow her to wrap them around his waist. Her dainty heels pressed hard against his buttocks to drive him on. His powerful gluteus muscles bunched and flexed as he thrust repeatedly deep inside her. 

Her hair flew unfettered as her head thrashed from side and Elizabeth lost herself in the erotic maelstrom. Norrington's shaft filled her perfectly and she urged him on meeting his every thrust, feeling a second orgasm building within her. She felt their bodies slip and slide as they became slick with each other's sweat as they sought to reach their mutual completion. 

Norrington lapped at the sweat glistening at Elizabeth's throat as man dying of thirst, yet he knew there would be no slaking of his desire for this passionate and wanton creature. He needed her... wanted her and vowed to try and prevent her slipping from his grasp a second time.

Breathing became little more than shallow panting as they surged towards their zenith. Then they were there. Elizabeth cried aloud, arching her back and taking Norrington that bit deeper inside. Norrington gave a groan of her name as he thrust a final time into molten depths before he finally released his seed. They moaned and convulsed together at their giving and receiving of pleasure. Norrington's hips continued to thrust languidly even when his organ had nothing left to give and he rested his head against Elizabeth's shoulder as she panted wetly through open kiss-swollen lips.

Slowly the two came down from their shared completion. Norrington caressed soft, slick skin before withdrawing from her body and held Elizabeth closely. Too boneless to do more, he felt his eyes close and sank into post-coital lassitude. Elizabeth waited to hear the rhythmic breathing before slipping from Norrington's embrace. She had enjoyed Norrington's mastery and acknowledged his lovemaking was all she had hoped for. However, as to making it more permanent, of that she remained uncertain. She moved to remove the pessary she had inserted to prevent pregnancy and as she cleansed her body her thoughts returned to the earnest young man who would now be at sea. Would chaste, Sweet William have been taken by Sparrow yet? She gave a wide smile at the thought.

****

A smile graced the lips of Jack Sparrow, but the look in his eyes may have surprised even Elizabeth. They were warm with a mixture of love and joy as he beheld the greatest treasure he had ever stolen. In his arms: naked, sated and slumbering lay the ex-blacksmith Will Turner. Admittedly it wasn't entirely stealing, Jack mused. He had been of a mind to leave the beautiful boy to his young lass in the greatest, most selfless act he had ever considered. Then be damned if the wench hadn't turned to meet his eye, winked and eased herself a little away from the boy. Jack took it for the invitation it was. He had immediately slid his arm around the trim waist of the young man he had coveted for the longest time and pitched them both into the sea. He hadn't even waited to complete his speech. Getting his prize to his ship had been his overriding concern. Aboard 'Pearl' Jack had found the perfect way to stop Will's protestations. The simple expedient of a kiss had rendered the boy mute. Jack wished he'd thought of it sooner. Following that, Jack had led the unresisting young man to his cabin where they remained hours later.

A soft murmur and a restless shifting had Jack immediately nuzzling at his mate's temple and softly crooning a long unused lullaby he'd once learnt. His smile softened further as Will settled instantly, the years seeming to melt away under his love for the younger man. As yet, his boy was still unclaimed. Jack had expected inexperience. He hadn't expected virginity, not of both sexes. Jack had done many things with many partners sexually, but he'd never taken a virgin. So he'd decided to restrain himself, to savour the precious gift and ensure his lover enjoyed and remembered with pleasure and joy his deflowering at Jack's hands. 

The pirate had relished charting the unexplored topography of his beautiful boy's body. From stem to stern, Jack had left not an inch untouched or unkissed. Will had come twice under Jack's mastery: once by his skilful hand and again as Jack's sinful mouth had sucked ardently on the smooth hard rod that had jutted from between equally smooth caramel thighs. He'd drunk the salty sweet nectar with relish deciding it was finer and more addictive than the best rum he'd ever consumed and knew he would never tire of drinking his beloved's release. He had come to completion in Will's hands as he had taught his lover how to touch him. //At dawn// Jack thought. //At dawn I take what's mine. I will be inside ye, Sweet William, giving ye as much pleasure as I can, me Treasure.//

Jack manoeuvred them to be able to spoon tightly to the youth's back, his half-hard flesh instantly seeking its harbour to nestle between taut creamy globes.

"Lizzie was a wise woman, Pearl," Jack whispered as he inhaled the scent of musk and completion that still lingered in the small cabin and kissed soft chocolate curls. "But she gave him up and now he's mine, savvy? I won't lose him, I can't lose him. He's the other part of me. I love him, Pearl and I know you'll take care of him; he's yours just as I am." 

A sound from his ship had Jack smiling to acknowledge 'Pearl's' approval and the older man settled to await the dawn. His hand cupped Will's lax genitals proprietarily as his ship rocked them gently towards the new day and the start of their lives together.

Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 01



PotC Cabin Fever

Captain Jack Sparrow stood out on the deck of his beloved Black Pearl and smiled widely. The weather was fair, sea calm and he had the love and companionship of his first mate and personal cabin boy Will Turner. Jack's eyes roved to the slender young man standing a few feet away and who gazed seawards. Seeing the beautiful profile, Jack swallowed. That he had Will's love was still sometimes a shock to the pirate. Yet Will was always open and honest in his declarations and Jack felt a frisson of guilt. He could not hold back from his own declarations of love when in the height of shared passion, nor when rum loosened his tongue, but he had as yet to openly declare his true feelings to Will when simply together. He meant to; he wanted to, but was irrationally afraid that if he gave voice freely to his passion for the boy, he would lose him.

Will must have felt the pirate captain's burning gaze as he turned to look at Jack. The boy smiled, but Jack, who often appeared less sharply observant than he actually was, detected the smile did not reach the other man's eyes. The younger man's face was also flushed and Jack could see the sweat beading on Will's brow. Jack's smile faltered. His mind cast back to that morning.

He had awoke as normal with Will wrapped around him like a human squid. He had thought the boy warm, but he had awoken with an erection and a need to love his beautiful boy and had immediately begun awaking Will with kisses and arousing touches. He remembered now that Will had been slower than normal to get fully aroused. Jack had put it down to Will awaking more slowly and had positioned Will on his hands and knees and mounted him quickly. Will had come under Jack's caresses as Jack had come deep inside the willing body, but Will hadn't been the normally energetic and responsive lover Jack had come to know and appreciate. Jack was Will's only lover: male or female. He should have known something was amiss with the boy and chastised himself for being so selfish. He started to move with the intention of whispering an apology and some sweet words, promising himself he would tell Will how loved he was in the full light of day, when his feet took wings without conscious thought.

Will had taken his own step towards his beloved Jack when the deck seemed to tilt. The world span and Will felt himself begin to fall when he was swept up into strong arms. His dazed chocolate eyes gazed into the concerned hazel ones of his captain and he tried to smile.

"Sorry, love" he whispered hoarsely, forgetting where he was. "Don't feel well..." the rest of the young man's speech was forever lost as his eyes rolled back and he fainted in Jack's arms.

"Will!" Jack screamed. "Get Hop Li to my cabin. Move!" he bellowed at a hapless crewman who had stood frozen at the speed of his Captain's movements.

Jack carried his precious cargo cradled to his chest until he could safely deposit the boy on their bunk. He could see that Will's shirt was already sweat-damped and the young man's face was suffused with an unhealthy flush.

Jack turned as Hop Li tapped at his cabin door and hesitatingly stepped inside. Hop Li had only been with the crew a few weeks, but in addition to being able to improving the food with his culinary skills, the Chinaman had some skills as a healer and herb-master. As Jack couldn't have a trained medic aboard The Pearl, anyone with some medical skills was a valuable and welcome addition. Jack fretted and fidgeted as Hop Li examined Will. As the Chinaman concluded his basic examination, both men started as Will sat up suddenly.

"Don't leave me, Jack," the delirious young man cried. "Please don't leave me."

"I'm here, Love," Jack replied instantly, cradling the limp form to his chest as all of Will's strength drained. "I won't leave ye, Treasure. That I swear." The pirate turned beseeching eyes to the healer. "What can we do?" he asked.

"Hop Li has some herbs that might help with the fever," Hop Li replied. "Hop Li not have too much, Hop Li must get more soon. Your boy strong, Captain and he fit and healthy before the fever hit. These are all in his favour." He smiled gently at the younger pirate. "He loves you and that gives him a reason to fight, to want to live. In his fever, it is you he seeks." 

"What can I do to help?" Jack asked. He couldn't bear the helplessness that tried to weigh him down.

Hop Li frowned. "Hop Li will try to put it in words you understand, Captain," he mused. "Think of the fever as storm at sea. Will is in that storm and his body is being assaulted and weakened by it. His anchor and safe port are both you. He seeks you. You must be there for him. He may not hear your words in these," Hop Li indicated his ears, "but he may hear your words in here." This time Hop Li pointed to Will's heart. "Make sure he drinks much fluids and the infusions Hop Li will make. Keep him sponged down to try and keep the fever down. Hop Li will return soon.

Jack nodded absently as the older man bowed and left his cabin. Bearing in mind his need to keep Will cool through sponging, Jack tenderly stripped Will naked. He felt the tears prick at his eyes and the beautiful naked body shimmered as Jack fought to stop his tears falling. It had only been a few hours since they had made love and Will had cried aloud his love for Jack. Jack bit at his lip as he pulled the sheet over Will's sweating and restless form. Had he told Will of his love in return? He couldn't remember. Did Will truly know just how completely he held the heart and soul of captain Jack Sparrow? Jack wasn't so sure. He vowed that if he was given a second chance with his lover, he would make sure the younger man knew every day how much he was loved. 

When Hop Li returned, Jack was gently cleansing Will's sweat-drenched body. Will muttered incoherently and occasionally the two men heard Jack's name. Each time Jack heard it he clasped Will's hand to his chest and pressed it against his heart.

"Do ye feel it, Will?" Jack asked. "My heart, Will. It belongs to ye, it beats for ye. Come back to me, love. Don't leave Jack all alone".

"I will make the infusion every four hours. Try to make him drink. If you need to leave him, Hop Li will stay." Again the older man bowed and left as Jack shook his head. At that moment all he needed was his love to awaken.

The next two days were the longest Jack or anyone aboard the Black Pearl had experienced. News of Will's fever had quickly spread around the other pirates. They were as fond at the young blacksmith turned pirate as they were of their eccentric captain. It was common knowledge that the two were lovers. It was hardly an uncommon situation amongst such sailors. However, Jack and Will had been open from the start and the crew would often see Will with his hands on the wheel of the ship and Jack as close behind him as he could get, hugging his young Mate, both smiling widely and as carefree as the wind in the Pearl's sails. More than a few wondered with concern just how badly affected their captain would be if he were to lose the young man who was both his lover and the ship's popular first mate. Quietly and as unobtrusively as possible, they asked Hop Li to pass on their wishes to their captain. A duty the Chinaman undertook with all seriousness.

Jack sponged Will down every few hours. When he couldn't get Will to be able to drink from the cup Jack held in his hands, the older man would take a mouthful of liquid and press his lips to Will's, using his tongue to open Will's mouth and gently massaging the heated flesh of Will's throat to encourage swallowing. He left the cabin only long enough to perform the most basic of ablutions. None of his crew attempted to speak to him. They understood his only concern was the ill young man back in his cabin.

By the start of the third day, Jack lay with his head on Will's chest. He clutched Will's hand as though it was the only lifeline to the world the older man had. He had talked himself almost hoarse keeping in mind Hop Li's mental image of Will lost at sea and himself as the safe harbour Will needed to find.

"Come home to me Will," Jack begged once again. "I'm just here, Little One. I need you so much, Will. Please come home."

Jack's head shot up and his eyes fixed on Will's face. Was it his imagination? He was sure he'd felt the tiniest squeeze to the hand holding Will's. His gaze took in everything about his lover's face. For the first time in over two days, there was no sweat on Will's brow. The younger man's face no longer had the unhealthy flush, now he looked pale but healthier. Jack also realized that the rapid heartbeat he'd listened to hadn't been so fast, nor was Will's breathing as laboured.

"Will, love," he breathed. "Will, Treasure. Can you hear me? Can you hear old Jack? Please, Will. Try for me, Sweetness. Can you open your eyes?"

Jack's gaze focused on Will's eyes. He felt a smile growing as Will's eyes fluttered weakly and then briefly opened and shut. The smile threatened to crack Jack's jaw as a sound as rusty as any of the chains Jack had encountered reached his ears. Yet the sound was as beautiful as an Angel singing. It was Will's voice and it was one word:

"Jack."

Jack moved to cover the beloved face in tiny kisses murmuring endearments to his lover and pleading with him to open his eyes. As the older man leant back, he was rewarded by two brown eyes, heavy with exhaustion, looking at him.

"Will, Love," Jack husked as tears once again threatened to fall.

"Home," Will said in his rusty voice. "I'm home. Thirsty, Jack," he added.

He slipped back unconscious almost as soon as he had swallowed a few sips of water, but Jack knew the fever had broken and Will was going to make a recovery. As soon as his young lover was a little stronger, Jack vowed he would let Will know exactly how much the older man had missed him.

It took another two days before Will was sufficiently well enough to take his first steps outside of the shared cabin and out onto the deck of the Black Pearl. As he and Jack passed different crewmen, there were smiles and congratulations at seeing the younger man up and around, even if the captain was obviously still hovering and the younger man still weak. Will was only allowed to stay up for a short while before an over-protective lover insisted he had been up and about enough for the first day on his feet. With a smile of resignation and deep affection, Will happily accepted the arm tight around his waist and to be guided back to their bed.

As the two men lay naked together, Will caressed Jack's face and looked into the anxious eyes. 

"You've been wanting to say something to me since I shook off this fever, Jack," Will said softly. He gave an encouraging smile. "Will you tell me now?"

"I want to say I'm sorry, Will," Jack said. He pressed his fingers against the cupid's bow of Will's lips, stopping the younger man's immediate questions. "We've been lovers for a few months now and you've taken well to life at sea. I've heard ye tell me how much ye love me, but I failed to let ye know what ye meant to me in return. I almost lost ye, Will. I almost let you slip away from me without ever telling ye how much I love ye. Yer me sun during the day and me moon at night. Yer the star that shines on me. I loved ye from the day I first saw ye. I still wake up surprised that ye would chose me, that I have a beautiful angel in my arms every day. I swear that from now on, I'll tell ye every day that I love ye, Will Turner."

"As I love you, Jack," Will avowed and pressed his lips to Jack's for their first kiss of passion in five days.

Jack was still worried about Will's health, but the taint of Will's sickness has left his body and the younger man smelt clean and healthy. As their lips met, Will automatically opened his mouth in silent invitation and Jack honoured the request. He slid his tongue inside Will's warm, wet cavern and plundered it until forced apart to breathe. Changing course, the pirate navigated the smooth column of golden flesh from Will's jaw to collarbone and sucked with intensity at the juncture of neck and shoulder till a mark of passion was raised and Jack was satisfied that everyone would recognize this treasure as his. From there, Jack steered a course to the first of two dark islands that lay in the golden expanse of Will's chest. Licking at the flat disc, Jack marveled at how quickly the cinnamon nipple tightened and peaked at his touch. He suckled harder earning a moan of appreciation from his young lover. Will was contenting himself with sliding his hands over Jack's neck and shoulders, but at the assault to his nipple, he held Jack's head in place and arched deeper into the caress. Abandoning one hard reddened nub, Jack laid siege to its twin until they were equally peaked.

Now Jack navigated southwards. He licked at golden flesh, tongued the delicious depression at Will's navel and then nibbled his way down the trail of dark hair until he reached a treasure-trove. Will moaned softly as Jack nuzzled the dark curls at the base of the young man's shaft. Will was already hard, his weapon dripping with one of Jack's favourite tastes. Jack licked the straining shaft appreciatively, savouring the taste and the tension. He knew he wouldn't be able to draw out their love-making on this occasion. Will was still recovering and their coupling would have to be sweet and tender but much quicker than Jack would like.

Jack licked his way up the hard flesh, using the prominent vein like a map; Jack trailed his tongue towards liquid gold. He took the head of Will's shaft into his mouth and relished the salty sweet flavour of his dark haired beauty. Will's soft moan of appreciation ensured Jack took Will deeper into his mouth until his nose rubbed against dark curls and he was able to inhale Will's intoxicating musk, so much more intoxicating than the best rum.

"Jack!" Will cried and as he arched, he spilt his essence into Jack's mouth. With a groan of his own, Jack swallowed greedily all his young lover could offer before the younger man went limp and spent. Jack suckled gently at the softening organ, reluctant to lose the intimacy. Not wanting to cause discomfort, he allowed the sated organ to slip from his mouth to lie damply against Will's smooth thigh.

"I love you, Will," Jack said gazing deeply into Will's chocolate orbs.

Will gasped softly at the depth of love in Jack's eyes as they locked gazes. Gone were all the veils that hid the older man's true thoughts and feelings as was all artifice. This was the true Jack Sparrow. With a look akin to wonder, Will reached to stroke Jack's face.

"I always knew you did," he smiled. "You showed me love with every gesture of affection and every time we shared our bodies. But to hear you say the words and know them to be true is a special gift, Jack."

"These are words I swear ye will hear every day we spend together for the rest of our lives. I never want to face the day that I could lose ye and know I never told ye how much I love ye"

"Make love with me, Jack," Will begged opening his thighs to offer himself to his older lover. Although his climax had tired him, he did not want to surrender to the insidious pull of slumber until he had felt Jack inside him, filling him with the physical evidence of his love.

"Yer tired..." Jack began to object, but a groan was pulled from him as Will caressed the long, thick flesh between his own thighs that demanded attention.

"I can sleep once you've loved me with your body. Please, Jack. Let me feel the living essence of your body filling me, show you love me with your body."

Jack growled deeply at the vision of Will lying back so open; a mixture of innocence and wantonness that was irresistible and without guile. He needed release and he wanted it inside the lithe body of the young man for whom Jack would forgo all other treasure for the rest of his days to keep loved, safe and at his side.

"Gods above, how I love ye, Will," Jack husked as he reached for oil. As he coated his fingers, he took command of Will's lips, forcing them to part to thrust his tongue deep into Will's mouth. He dueled with Will's tongue, subduing the other slick muscle to bring it into his own mouth and ravish leisurely as he pressed a single oiled digit against the tight rosebud of Will's entrance. Jack relished the deep moan from the younger man as he pressed his finger fully into molten depths and began to gently thrust in and out. Releasing Will's tongue, Jack nipped and sucked at Will's cinnamon nipples, delighting in the mewl of pleasure from Will as the nubs tightened further under his tender assault and slipping a second finger into Will's nether port. This time Jack's fingers rotated and scissored, stretching the tight channel ready for Jack's entrance into the harbour of Will's welcoming body. The older man added a third finger as he nibbled seductively as Will's semi-hard shaft. Jack hadn't been sure Will would have the energy for two climaxes, but the boy's organ was showing distinct signs of wanting to be party to the proceedings. Jack locked his eyes with Will's as he coated his shaft. Will's eyes were dilated with desire and Jack could feel the answering desire in his own.

"Mine," he growled as he slid into the slender channel. "Mine own, my Will." 

"Yours, Jack," came the soft, seductive acquiescence that soothed the fire of possession raging through Jack's body. A primal part of Jack wanted to pound hard and fast to release the pent up emotion that came from nearly losing the beloved boy so enraptured beneath him. The words from Will's mouth, accepting he belonged to Jack made the pirate want to show how cherished and safe Will was with him. Damping down the primitive desire to simply take what was his, Jack moved slowly and deliberately relishing soft cries of pleasure as his hard length massaged the sweet spot hidden in Will's depths. His reward for tenderness and patience was the full arousal from Will's shaft. Jack's smile was incandescent.

"Love you, love you, love you, my treasure," he panted as he nibbled Will's ear to another moan of pleasure and the tightening of Will's long, smooth limbs around his back. "Come for me, my sweet," he coaxed. "Come again for old Jack. Come with me, Angel."

With a scream of Jack's name, the dark haired beauty arched upwards, forcing Jack even deeper into velvet heat. Will convulsed in pleasure, stars dancing before his eyes as he reached the heavens, spilling his seed between their locked bodies. The look of rapture on Will's face and the clenching around Jack's own needy flesh pushed the older man into ecstasy. He felt his living essence flood Will's spasming channel, coming harder and longer due to their enforced abstinence. 

As Jack's release finally ended, he rolled their bodies so his beloved boy was topping him, his full and welcome weight pressing Jack into the mattress. 

"I love you so much, Jack. You're my harbour, my home, my heart and soul."

"As you are mine, precious," Jack promised. "As you are mine." He kissed the curly head that nestled under his chin. Jack smiled as Will buried his face in Jack's hair inhaling deeply and Jack then immediately felt Will's body go fully lax. He wrapped his arms around the sleeping young man, his organ still buried safely in the slender body. "So beautiful, Will," He whispered softly. "The greatest treasure I ever found."

Nuzzling Will's temple, keeping his arms clasped tight about his young lover, Jack slipped into sleep himself, a smile of contentment on both men's lips.



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 02



PotC 2 - Love Island

Jack Sparrow opened his eyes awaking from a light doze. Glancing to his left, the pirate's eyes softened and a gentle smile played about his lips; a smile of genuine pleasure. The golden, naked supine body that still slept was the beautiful young blacksmith turned pirate and first mate aboard the Black Pearl, Will Turner. Jack smiled happily and caressed the slim hip of his lover. They lay in the shade of abundant foliage on sheets they'd carried from the ship for just this purpose. Making love on a beach might sound idyllic, but sand was uncomfortable in the least if it managed to invade tender body parts. Will murmured softly at the caress and snuggled closer to the older man, broadening Jack's smile.

Jack listened and could hear his men who were closer to the shore than the two lovers. They'd picked up fresh water and some fruit for the ship's supplies and had decided to spend a day relaxing on the island. When the sun began to set, Jack knew there would be a big campfire and freshly caught meat or fish would be roasted before they would sit and drink, singing and telling stories that would get highly embellished and less credible as the night wore on. He also knew that he and Will would be joining in, but not just yet. It was only late afternoon and Jack had an appetite of a different nature. He wanted to make love again with his dark haired beauty and just have time alone with his boy. 

Almost of its own volition, Jack's hand moved from Will's hip to run appreciatively along a sleek, toned thigh. Jack marvelled at the difference in colour between his deeply tanned skin and Will's paler flesh. He hooked his foot over Will's shapely calf and pulled the limb towards him, causing Will's legs to part alluringly and Jack's eyes were drawn to the lax genitals. Will's shaft lay on his left thigh. A soft murmur of Jack's name went straight to the pirate's heart. Reaching between Will's parted thighs, Jack cupped the velvety sac and began to fondle it gently, watching intently for the moment Will would become awake. He glanced down at the smooth slender rod that was slowly hardening. A louder murmur of his name accompanied an arching of the younger man's lower body closer to Jack's hand. Unable to resist any more, bending forward, Jack's lips pressed against the slightly parted cupid's bow of Will's own. A soft moan of disappointment escaped Will as Jack pulled back. A hum of appreciation met Jack's next kiss and Will's lips parted further allowing Jack's tongue to lay siege to the warm wet cavern and ravish the slick, agile muscle that lay within. He felt a hand behind his head holding him in place as the kiss deepened to mutual satisfaction.

Reluctantly breaking apart to breathe, Jack gazed down into pools of molten chocolate that shone with love for him.

"Jack," the voice was low and as sinful as its owner was angelic. Jack's personal angel; his most precious treasure. Will looked at the older man and smiled sleepily. He gasped with pleasure as Jack dropped his head to suckle a cinnamon nipple whilst his hand released its gentle hold on Will's velvety sac to stroke the hardening slender rod between Will's spread legs. Jack moved to the twin nub on Will's chest and kept his strokes to Will's shaft gentle. Although he wanted to bring joy to his lover, he was greedy enough to want Will to come again when Jack was inside him and the older man had that scene all planned out. This time he wanted to taste and savour the younger man.

"You're insatiable," Will moaned softly as his nipples ached pleasurably from Jack's expert attention and his erection stiffened to full arousal, the pale, slender shaft suffused a pale pink, the head red and weeping with pre-come.

"Aye, luv," Jack grinned as he inspected his handiwork and lapped at the slit of Will's shaft. "But only for ye, treasure."

Returning to Will's lush mouth, Jack kissed the younger man with all the love and passion at his command. From there he plotted a course with his tongue down the smooth expanse of Will's chest and abdomen. He plundered the irresistible navel smiling at the musical giggle and enticing wriggle from the slender young man beneath him. Jack allowed his tongue to follow the trail of dark hair that led to a treasure trove unique to Will and nuzzled happily in Will's public pelt. He had reached his own personal paradise and he licked a swathe from root to tip of the alluring organ that rose so gracefully from Will's groin. Will tasted of his own unique musk and of the sea and Jack joyfully lapped at the straining shaft. 

With a wanton moan that sent jolts to Jack's own hard shaft, Will bent his knees up and out and offered himself completely to his more dominant mate. Jack growled his pleasure. Aboard ship, despite Jack being Will's captain, the younger man was independent enough to occasionally challenge him. Jack loved Will's strong spirit and independent streak and to find that Will would be submissive in their bed was intensely arousing for the pirate. 

From his vantage point between Will's spread thighs, Jack could now espy the tiny gateway to Eden. The small, puckered portal that allowed the two men to join, that gave Jack the most intimate access to Will's body. Only Jack had ever known Will so intimately and that thought still sent shivers of primal possession throughout Jack's body. He loved becoming one with Will's body, as one in flesh as they already were in heart and soul. No-one, other than the beautiful boy lying so vulnerable and so trustingly, had ever loved Jack as deeply or as completely. Jack relished every opportunity to show Will with word or gesture that he felt the same way. Jack could feel Will's love and he growled again with passion and the need to possess that which was his. He swooped downwards, licking the sac that was heavy with Will's unspent seed. He delighted in the cry of pleasure the act elicited. He carefully suckled each orb, rolling them in his mouth to groans of appreciation. He began to lick lower, his tongue dancing across the narrow strip of flesh leading to the pirate's very unique and personal treasure-trove. As he reached the tiny gate to paradise, Jack used his thumbs to spread Will's cheeks and he gazed with hunger at the tiny aperture. Jack flicked his tongue over the sensitive flesh and was thrilled by mewls of pleasure that spilled from Will's mouth as he began to thrust and lap until finally Will opened fully to him. Jack thrust his tongue as deep as possible enjoying the intimate taste of his young lover overlaid with that of his own seed from earlier love-making. 

The lovers had forgone their normal nightly passion to be able to fully enjoy their time on the island and Will had been assured by his older mate that Jack had special plans for them. By the time they had set everything up in their secluded nest, they were almost tearing each other's clothes off in their haste to enjoy skin to skin touches. Jack had aroused Will to the point of release with his hands and body and then suckled the younger man's eager organ, greedily swallowing all his lover could produce as though a man dying of thirst. He had then worked at arousing Will again as he had prepared the slender channel to accept his sex and their coupling had been hard, fast and energetic leaving both men panting in the wake of shattering climaxes. Jack had then tenderly gathered his almost comatose lover into his arms and the two men had cuddled close in post-coital bliss until sleep had claimed them both.

Now, his tongue thrusting deeply into Will's silken depths, Jack wanted nothing more then to have his Sweet William lose himself in unrestrained passion. The taste of his seed in Will's most private place had the older man's shaft aching with need, but Jack resisted the urge to bury himself deep. He had plans and he intended to realize them. Will was trying to push back on Jack's tongue and Jack hummed his pleasure. Shamelessly Will spread his legs wider, silently begging for the intimate caress. He was incapable of speech other than tiny cries and mewls of pleasure and need. He felt Jack's hand upon his manhood, but it was a gentle touch, contrasting with the passion he could feel in his depths. Will knew Jack was knowledgeable in the ways of the flesh and in male loving and revelled in the attention lavished upon him from Jack's experience. He knew he had the pirate's heart just as surely as Jack had his and when they loved Will felt completed in a way he never thought possible. He had believed he loved Elizabeth, but the emotions he had for the Governor's daughter paled to mere embers beside the flames of passion he had for Jack. All thoughts of anything other than Jack's skilled tongue fled and Will screamed his ardour as Jack's questing muscle managed to flick across Will's hidden jewel. Panting, Will pushed back as Jack pressed as close as possible and tongued the little nub hard and fast. 

Jack recognised that Will was on the verge of ecstasy and pulled his tongue from Will's sheath and simultaneously took Will's leaking shaft to the root and replaced his tongue with two fingers, swallowing repeatedly as his fingers stroked Will's sweet spot. Arching and screaming, Will's crème filled Jack's mouth as the young man convulsed in rapture. Nothing Jack had ever tasted could compare to the taste of Will's sexual surrender in his mouth. Saltiness overlaid with his dark haired beauty's natural sweetness had created a matchless flavour that nothing else could compare to and Jack had been addicted from the first time Will had come to joy in his mouth. Licking his lips, Jack sat back on his heels to regard his younger lover.

Will lay flushed and boneless, his legs wantonly splayed, his skin glistening with sweat. He looked both angelic and debauched and completely adorable. Strong, slender hands reached towards him and Jack allowed himself to be pulled into Will's embrace. Will kissed Jack deeply, tasting his own seed in Jack's mouth. Mustering what little strength he had, he pulled Jack to lie beside him and kissed his way to Jack's dark, thick nipples. Will suckled contentedly, his hands roaming over Jack's lightly furred torso, marvelling at Jack's toned physique. Will draped himself further over Jack to suckle at the neglected nub the far side of Jack's chest and his hand slid down to tease at the hard flesh between his captain's legs. Jack growled and rolled them to pin Will beneath him, gripping Will's wrists tight.

"Did I hurt you?" Will asked concerned, a look of worry flashing across his face.

"No, sweetness," Jack assured wanting to banish that look immediately. "I'm close to spilling my seed and I want to do that inside your beautiful body, luv. I want this to be special."

"Every time we share our bodies is special to me," Will confessed shyly. His reward was an impassioned kiss from Jack. The pirate often wondered what he had done to deserve such love as Will's, especially when Will said things that went straight to the older man's heart. He may not have Will's way with words of love, but he knew the effect of allowing the real Jack Sparrow to utter those he did to the special young man beneath him.

"As it is to me, Will," Jack replied gazing deep into Will's chocolate depths and delighting in the smile that lit up Will's countenance and warmed the older man's heart.

"Jack," Will moaned huskily. "Have mercy."

The older man had slid his fingers back inside Will's tight sheath and was gently stroking the hidden jewel.

"When I come inside ye I want ye coming with me," the older man growled in Will's ear.

"Mercy, Jack," Will said softly. "I've spent myself three times to your once."

Jack smiled in triumph as Will's sated organ twitched valiantly in response to the gentle internal stimulation. His smiled widened as, despite his soft protests, Will mourned the loss of Jack's fingers from inside his body.

"Not here, sweetness," Jack murmured.

Despite his post-coital lethargy, Will allowed himself to be pulled to his feet and followed his older lover to the nearby pool. Will's giggles were music to Jack's ears as Jack urged him to the far side of the pool where there was a large flat rock.

"The cold is undoing all your hard work, love," Will pointed out as the cool water deflated Will's ardour.

"'Twill be no hardship to undertake that task, luv," Jack leered, eliciting more musical laughter. Jack pulled Will to him, clasping the younger man to his chest and sliding a finger between the delectable globes and resuming his internal massage as his tongue and teeth licked and nipped at tender throat and alluring ears. Will moaned his appreciation, one hand clenching rhythmically in Jack's hair, the other caressing Jack's chest and dipping audaciously down to tease thick hard flesh that jutted from Jack's groin. Once Jack had two fingers moving with ease and Will's own shaft was regaining its own hardness, Jack manoeuvred them to the flat rock, encouraging Will to lie on it. Jack spread Will's legs wide, the rock reaching to Jack's hip level as though made purposely for the lovers. 

"Love you," Will smiled as he allowed his legs to fall open, fully displaying his most private portal to Jack's hungry gaze.

"Love you, me treasure," Jack's voice was gravely with desire and he swooped to kiss Will long and hard. As he did, he groped for the jar of oil he'd slipped away to hide earlier when Will was asleep from their first bout of love-making. He coated himself liberally before pressing three fingers into the velvet channel of his Sweet William. In response Will moaned his appreciation of the stroking of his hidden jewel and let his hands roam over the solid planes of Jack's chest, pausing only to pinch gently at the dark nipples on the lightly furred chest.

Jack moaned his own appreciation as he gazed lovingly at the young man so open and vulnerable beneath him. His own dark haired angel; that loved Jack with the same passion that he in turn was loved by the older man. Jack had never felt this way about another and knew he never would again. In the young blacksmith-cum-pirate Jack Sparrow had met his match as well as his soul mate. The younger man completed him in ways he had never dreamt and Jack was immensely proud to know that the same was true for the beautiful boy. As much as their earlier coupling had been about power, passion and the need for release, Jack wanted this time to be able to show his depths of love for Will and demonstrate how much he cherished his lover. As three fingers worked inside the younger man, Jack used his other hand to gently squeeze nipples and trace the length of the slender rod between the outspread thighs.

"Now, Jack, please," Will begged shamelessly. "I'm ready, I need you in me."

"Aye, luv," Jack growled. He lined his aching shaft alongside the glistening portal to his personal Garden of Eden. The two men gazed lovingly into each other's eyes and whispered words of love as Jack slid into paradise. As he was fully harboured by Will's body, he pressed his lips to the slender man's and kissed his lover deeply, tasting Will as he felt the tight, slick sheath caress his length. Will's arms went around Jack's neck caressing whatever skin the fingers could find as his tongue duelled lazily with Jack's in a contest neither could lose. Finally pulling apart to breathe, Jack began to slowly slide in and out of Will's molten depths. Jack rotated his hips till he found the angles to best bring pleasure to Will and he began to speed up his strokes. Each kiss and caress spoke of their love and Jack slid his slick hand to Will's length to stroke the engorged flesh in time with the strokes into Will's tight sheath. Jack smiled with happiness at each mewl and soft cry of pleasure he elicited from his younger lover as each man moved inexorably to their zenith. All too soon and yet not soon enough, Will began to thrash anxiously as he hurtled towards climax. Jack growled his satisfaction as the younger man became undone.

"Oh, Jack," Will panted.

"Come, luv," Jack rumbled. "Come for me, my Sweet William."

Will was unwilling and unable to disobey the order and he screamed Jack's name as an arc of pearlescent fluid flew from his member to anoint Jack's hand and coat their chests. In response Jack's thrusts became erratic as Will's channel clenched around his needy flesh. Jack's seed flooded Will as Jack threw his head back and roared his release. Leaning back down he bit and sucked hard on Will's exposed throat wanting to leave his mark on his mate. Will whimpered and shuddered as he gave a last spurt of seed in response to the primal claiming, before going boneless.

For long minutes, the two men simply held tightly to each other in the aftermath of such an intense climax. Jack leant back to look at his young love. He smiled at the picture of satiated contentment on the angelic face. Will's chocolate orbs opened to gaze with open adoration into Jack's own. Both men moaned softly and mourned the loss of their physical connection as Jack's sated flesh slid from its safe harbour.

We need to get back to the beach, luv," Jack whispered. "There's no shade here."

Will nodded and allowed the older man to help him to his feet. Jack knew his mate would be still shaky from a second intense orgasm and swung the slighter man into his arms. Will held tightly around Jack's neck, burying his face into Jack's dreadlocks. The loving gesture made Jack smile. Few saw Will's needy side; the side that had been born from a life with little or no real and deep affection. The same was true of Jack and Jack ensured he hid behind different facades, but with each other there were no secrets and no need for pretence.

Jack continued to smile as he made his way back to their comfortable nest and he kissed Will's temple. He had his arms full of sated, sleepy precious treasure. He knew when they reached the bonfire there would be some good-natured ribbing. Neither man had tried to muffle their sounds of joy. Jack was possessive enough to want his men to know it was he that brought pleasure to his mate, but no-one saw Will's nudity except him. He laid Will on their sheets, covering his angel's lower body. Will was too sleepy to consider trying to clothe. He snuggled in behind his young love, uncaring about his own nakedness. He reached around Will's body and growled softly in approval as Will pressed back, clutching tightly to Jack's arm. His crew were a trusted bunch that liked respected him and were almost as protective of Will as he was. The soft sounds of Will's breathing reminded Jack of how sleepy the older man was. Burying his face into sweet-smelling curls, giving them a last affectionate kiss, Jack slipped into his own satisfied and satiated sleep.



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 03



Chapter 4: Starstruck Lovers

Will lay naked and panting as Jack equally naked, his tanned skin glowing amber in the lamplight, moved proprietarily over his body. The older man swooped to suckle at an alluring cinnamon nub on his journey around Will's supine form. He leant to treat its twin to the same consideration, the symmetry appealing to his more romantic side. Will moaned softly as Jack's tongue sailed southwards till it discovered the small indent of Will's navel. Will arched as Jack's tongue delved inside, thrusting in and out to mimic a more intimate penetration.

Jack manoeuvred further south, past a slender, straining shaft and instead lapped at the soft velvety sac. To a low guttural groan from Will, Jack carefully mouthed one precious orb at a time rolling them tenderly in his mouth. From his vantage point between Will's outspread legs, Jack could scent Will's arousal and could see the silvery essence that sparkled like starlight on Will's taut abdomen. He could feel Will's hands pet anxiously in his hair and across his shoulders and see the way Will's head thrashed slowly from side to side, sable curls tossing restlessly. 

The grip to his dreadlocks intensified as he licked up the stiff rod of his younger lover as Will sought to anchor himself in the erotic storm into which Jack had enthralled him. Will screamed Jack's name as wet heat enveloped his flesh. Jack's tongue navigated the prominent vein as though a well travelled pathway from root to tip and then sealed his lips over the hot red head to run his tongue over the tiny slit, encouraging more of Will's intoxicating essence to flow. Will's hips thrust upwards, seeking to bury his flesh deeper, but Jack held his hips to limit his movements, the older man dominant in their love-making.

Jack hummed happily around his mouthful before taking Will's full length into his mouth, relaxing his throat and inhaling Will's musk from the curls that made Will's small public pelt. He released one hip to pinch a dark nipple and then the hand slid down to squeeze Will's sac with a perfect pressure born of experience. A cry of his name accompanied the pulsing of Will's crème into Jack's ravenous mouth. The pirate sucked and swallowed to ensure Will was fully milked of all he could offer. Once Will's flesh was sated and softened, Jack permitted it to slide from his mouth to lie spent and damp across Will's left thigh. Jack crawled up his satiated young lover, smiling in a self-satisfied manner at making his beloved Will come so completely undone. He straddled Will and leant to press a deep, loving kiss to the blacksmith-cum-pirate, He swallowed Will's soft moan as the lithe man tasted his own release on Jack's tongue.

"So beautiful, Will," Jack said tenderly, pushing back sweat-damp hair from Will's face. His boy positively glowed in the post-coital aftermath and Jack relished every opportunity presented to him to make love with his earthbound angel. "Me Treasure," Jack growled as he nuzzled into Will's throat before nibbling on a small earlobe that now contained a single gold loop. The loop was a gift from Jack who had personally pierced Will's flesh, not trusting another with his most precious living treasure.

A knocking on the door started both men. Their relationship was well known aboard the 'Black Pearl' and it was equally well known that once Captain Sparrow retired with First Mate Mr Turner they were not to be disturbed unless in an absolute emergency. Jack growled the sound a complete contrast to the noise he had previously made and he pulled on his pants. He winced as he tucked throbbing, erect flesh into the cloth confines. He motioned Will to remain in bed, but pulled a sheet to cover the glorious naked form. Jack then turned and stalked angrily to the door. On yanking it open he came face to face with a sickly looking Gibbs.

"Sorry, Jack," the older man mumbled. "Thought I could complete my shift at the wheel, but feel so sick. I would have asked Roland, but he's been sick himself."

"Damn sickness had been doing the rounds aboard 'Pearl'," Jack agreed nodding. It was the reason they were heading for a small island for some shore-leave and complete rest. Jack was thankful that so far, neither he nor the beautiful boy in his bed had been afflicted. "Go abed, Mr Gibbs," Jack ordered. "I'll take care of 'Pearl'." Jack turned and went back to kiss Will again.

"I'll come with you, Will offered instantly." He found himself held down by a smiling Jack.

"No need, Treasure," Jack said softly. "'Pearl and I'll be fine. You rest and we'll spend some time together in the morning." The smile held a tinge of sadness as the pirate left Will alone in their bed. "Sleep well, love."

Will watched Jack leave and sighed. He didn't like sleeping alone when Jack was around. He missed the way Jack would curl protectively around him keeping him warm and making him feel loved and cherished in ways he'd never known before. Suddenly a glint came to Will's eyes as an idea popped into his mind. A naughty idea. Will grinned widely; a very, very naughty idea.

Jack sighed sadly as he caressed 'Pearl's' wheel. As much as he loved his ship, his heart now belonged to one Will Turner, the most precious treasure Jack had ever discovered and the light and love of his life. The ship's sails seemed to echo Jack's sigh and the pirate gazed upwards. It was a clear moonlit night and the stars twinkled in the ebony sky. Jack sighed again. It was a perfect night to be wrapped around a lover, warm and light enough to be outside to enjoy the night. At least he had brought Will to joy and as his hands tightened on the wheel, Jack began to plot an early morning seduction.

The deck was deserted apart from Jack, his lookouts posted away from where he stood at the wheel. When steering 'Pearl' he preferred the solitude, Will's beloved presence the exception. Jack frowned as he saw the cloaked figure appear and head towards him. As the figure drew closer, Jack's frown became a genuine smile of pleasure as Will threw back the cloak's hood as he reached Jack. Jack tilted his head in an unconscious gesture of puzzlement. As Will had come to stand alongside Jack, the older man could see nervousness.

Will's pink tongue slid out to lap at dry lips and Jack was aware of a low rumble in his chest in response to the unintentionally erotic gesture.

"I wanted to surprise you, love," Will said. The nervousness was in Will's voice and Jack was certain he could see a blush on Will's cheeks.

"Tis a wonderful surprise, love," Jack assured, then indicated the cloak. "But I wouldn't have thought even ye would need a cloak for warmth on a night as this." Jack's hand moved to sweep towards the starlit sky and Will's eyes automatically followed. The young man smiled at the beauty of the sea and sky around him and then at the beauty of the exotic man before him. Jack's tanned skin, his kohl-rimmed eyes, the dreadlocks with their charms and beads and the distinctive red bandana. He loved everything about his older lover. His smile widened, but Jack could see the younger man take a fortifying breath before he next spoke.

"I didn't think you would want me walking around 'Pearl' like this, love." 

As Will spoke, the lithe man spread wide the cloak. His slender naked body seemed to glow ethereally in the moonlight and Jack was sure he could see stars twinkle in Will's long curls. A low deep growl emanated from the older pirate and he felt his recently softened weapon re-prime itself for full discharge, pressing insistently from behind its confines. His eyes raked possessively over Will's nakedness. All this beauty was his and his alone. Hazel orbs came to gaze predatorily at the pale slender rod between Will's strong, slender thighs and he smiled with pride as the organ began to twitch and fill in response to the heat in Jack's eyes. He reached to run a hand from Will's cheek, down his chest and tummy to cup Will's soft sac.

"You would be right, love. Come here," he commanded softly. He held out the hand that had been intimately caressing the slighter man. As their hands clasped, Jack pulled the naked form unresistingly against his body. He pressed his still clothed package into Will's hip, allowing the younger man to feel Jack's response to his presence and Will whimpered his need into Jack's neck. Will pressed a vial of oil into Jack's hand. Jack pushed Will to face the ship's wheel and carefully rotated the cloak so that Will's front was covered and his back fully exposed. He placed Will's hands on 'Pearl's' wheel and tilted the young man's head to plunder warm wet depths and vanquish Will's own slick muscle. Sucking the shyer muscle aboard his mouth, Jack sucked it slowly before allowing it fully conquered to return to its home. Jack's strong arms wrapped around Will as the young man sagged under Jack's onslaught.

"Keep your hands on the wheel, angel," Jack ordered and smiled at Will's instant obedience, Will's hands tightening where Jack had placed them. He caressed the firm muscles of Will's back that were hidden by soft skin. He reached around to pinch gently at Will's tiny peaked nubs, down to tease the soft downy hair at Will's lower belly, then his fingers followed the treasure trail of hair that led to a treasure trove of hard damp flesh jutting proudly from Will's trembling body.

"Hands on the wheel and spread your legs wider, love" Jack directed, his voice thick with pent up desire.

As Will obeyed, Jack moaned softly as the sight before him. Will was now bent slightly over the wheel; his legs spread wide and pert buttocks canted at a perfect angle. Jack dropped silently to his knees and gripped Will's nether cheeks tightly and spread them further apart to display Will's tiny pink portal. Without further hesitation, Jack thrust his tongue against Will's opening demanding entry. Jack heard Will's cry of pleasure and resumed his oral siege. His tongue stabbed and pressed against the furled opening till it too conceded to the pirate and Jack's tongue slid deeply inside the velvet channel. He could hear Will's sobs of need as his tongue flickered intimately inside his mate's body and a saliva-slick finger entered to rub Will's jewel.

Jack used one hand to keep Will's cheeks spread and with the other unfastened his breeches. There was a large wet patch where Jack's shaft had wept copious tears of its need, having been denied its rightful place and its release earlier. Jack's erection was engorged and dripping and Jack groaned as the cooler air flowed around the heated flesh. He removed his tongue reluctantly and oiled two fingers. Will's whimper of loss was replaced by a cry of pleasure as Jack's questing fingers unerringly found Will's sweet spot, running over the hidden nub bring Will to the brink of ecstasy. He ignored Will's wail of denial thrusting three fingers, scissoring and stretching the tight sheath to accept his need.

Jack removed his fingers and coated his shaft liberally. He kept one hand on Will's slim hip and with the other steered his erection to the glistening portal that seemed to twinkle like the stars around the lovers. Slowly Jack submerged in tight, velvet heat. Will's sheath caressed every inch of Jack's rod and as his sac bumped intimately against Will's the two men moaned their contentment. Jack held still for a moment, allowing the harbour of his aching shaft to accommodate to being so fully filled. He rained soft kisses and open mouthed bites across Will's shoulders and up the long neck. He reached around the slim body and began to stroke Will's erection, bringing Will to full hardness.

Will rested his head on Jack's shoulder. The presence of his lover, the beauty of the night, the ache of need in his body that he knew would soon be assuaged by the man on whose flesh now united them overwhelming him.

"Love you so much, Jack," he whimpered. "Need you so much. Give me joy, my Captain."

"Will, me Treasure," Jack growled, Will's words sent jolts to Jack's hard rod that impaled Will and that also joined him to his beloved. "Me love."

Jacks hips began to thrust slowly, gradually increasing in depth and speed until he was pounding into the willing body and Will's cries of pleasure rent the star-filled sky. Jack was striking Will's prostrate with every stroke and Will gasped and shook with the intensity of their love-making. Knowing he was bringing pleasure to his beautiful boy fanned Jack's flames of desire and his hand flew over Will's heated flesh to bring the joy his lover wanted and needed.

It was too much and not enough for the younger man. He wanted Jack to keep thrusting within him and he wanted to feel his lover's seed fill him. He wanted to keep on the edge for hours and he wanted to come. Will could see nothing beyond the stars that danced before his eyes from the pleasure Jack gave him. All he could hear were their moans and gasps as they ploughed forward to their mutual zenith. All he could feel was the hard flesh thrusting within his body and the strong grip stroking his erect shaft. He tilted his head and whimpered gratefully as Jack's mouth covered his and their tongues duelled in an exchange that neither could lose. As the last of his senses became filled with the taste and scent of his older lover, Will's essence pulsed from his body to cover Jack's hand and to anoint his chest and the 'Pearl's' wheel and Will screamed Jack's name to the sky in his joy.

As Will's body tightened heralding imminent climax, Jack buried his face in Will's neck and inhaled their combined scent of love and arousal. It thrilled the older man and filled him with pride to know only he ever saw Will naked and needy, only he saw Will glowing and sated and smiling the one special smile just for him. As his shaft was clenched with almost brutal intensity, Jack threw back his head and his roar of completion harmonised with Will's cry. 

For a moment, Jack's vision greyed and his weight slumped on the younger man. As Jack regained cognisance, he realised Will's trembling was due to the strain of supporting the heavier man's weight. With a muted cry of apology, he pulled Will to his chest and the two men sank to the deck, Will straddling Jack's knees as Jack's spent flesh remained in its safe harbour. Jack held tight around Will's waist as Will allowed Jack to support him while he recovered from the intensity of his climax. As Will's breathing began to get less laboured, Jack languidly lapped at Will's cooling seed that covered his hand. He then pressed two fingers to Will's lips and purred his pleasure as Will sucked his own essence from Jack's fingers, tasting their combined flavours. Although Will was prepared to challenge Jack in their day to day lives, Jack knew his young lover relished Jack's sexual dominance. Jack realised Will's appearance tonight must have taken a great deal of courage for his naturally shy young lover. Once again the pirate made a silent vow never to abuse Will's love, trust or beautiful body.

"I love you, Jack," Will panted softly, rubbing his cheek against Jack's beard, enjoying the feel and unique scent.

"And I love you, Will," Jack vowed. Both men groaned their loss in unison as Jack's sated flesh finally slid from Will's harbour. "Are ye able to stand, Treasure?" Jack asked as his knees began to protest the cramped position. In response, Will flowed gracefully to his feet and pulled Jack up and into a strong embrace.

Jack could feel the slight shivers already assaulting Will's cooling body and he tugged the cloak back into its correct position, wrapping it tight around Will's nude body. He knew Will couldn't stay out with him and that he'd have to send his young lover to an empty bed. They would both miss lying in post-coital intimacy, limbs entwining and drifting into sated sleep.

"Cap'n Sparrow, Mr Turner," a recognised voice called out. However, the note of recognition didn't stop Jack immediately pushing a naked and defenceless Will behind him as the older man took up a defensive posture.

"Aye," he called back. His eyebrows raised as Roland came into view. The tall, slim raven-haired man accompanied by the smaller blond lad, Josh. Jack knew that there was more than friendship between the two, but it remained unspoken. "Mr Gibbs said that you were ill," Jack commented as he and Will were joined by the other two men.

"That I was," Roland agreed nodding slowly. "But Josh here has a knack for healing and has tended me." Roland smiled as the younger man blushed and peeked shyly from beneath a silken fringe to regard the ship's Captain and First Mate. "I heard Mr Gibbs was now ill himself and thought I might find one or both of you at the wheel. You need rest yourselves. I feel well enough to take over at least for a couple of hours and Josh will stay with me." Roland reached out an arm and Josh silently huddled close.

Jack realised that this was Roland's way of testing Jack's acceptance of the men's relationship. He smiled widely, gold glinting in the moonlight and clapped Roland companionably on the shoulder.

"It makes a lot of difference to have someone you can trust at your side Mr Roland," Jack said. He pulled Will to his and held him tightly. The four men communicating silently for a minute before Jack released Will. As Will moved from the wheel, Jack caught the silver glint decorating the dark wood. He reached down to effortlessly rub Will's offering into 'Pearl'. It would mix with his own blood, sweat, tears and essence and he was sure he heard 'Pearl' sigh her approval as the sails suddenly moved. He stepped forward to pull Will close to him once again. 

"Goodnight Mr Roland, Josh," he said sketching a flailing hand in imitation of a wave. Intent on getting Will back to their cabin he didn't see the two men smile firstly at their retreating backs and then with a different intensity at each other.

Will allowed Jack to usher him unresistingly to their cabin. The cloak had been a good idea and jack has certainly seemed to enjoy himself. However, where Will had been warm and dry when first venturing out, his sweat-damp skin had been cooling rapidly and the lithe man now wished he'd brought pants and shirt. By the time they reached their cabin, his shivers were growing in intensity.

"Cold, Jack," he murmured softly through chattering teeth.

Jack wasted no time in pulling his clothes from his body and pushing Will into their bed, his own naked body following close. He pulled up the covers, then arranged Will tight against his side, the younger man's head on his breast, a paler, more slender leg sliding between his darker, more powerful thighs. Will's left arm came round Jack's waist and Jack wrapped both of his tightly around the still shaking form. He felt Will nuzzle closer and sighed in pleasure as Will's soft lips began a gentle suckling at his breast. Jack kissed Will's hair and temple crooning words of love until he felt the sucking become erratic and finally stop. 

Jack's member twitched dryly at the memory of Will's ethereally beautiful naked body framed by cloak, the 'Pearl' and the starlit sky. He made a note to himself that making love at the ship's wheel was to become a more regular feature in their love-making. As he listened to his angel's soft breathing, Jack's mind began to work on what it was he could do to repay Will's bravery and ingenuity. A wide smile broke out over the tanned face as an idea began to take form.



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 03a



Chapter 5: Star Struck Lovers

Will lay naked and panting as Jack equally naked, his tanned skin glowing amber in the lamplight, moved proprietarily over his body. The older man swooped to suckle at an alluring cinnamon nub on his journey around Will's supine form. He leant to treat its twin to the same consideration, the symmetry appealing to his more romantic side. Will moaned softly as Jack's tongue sailed southwards till it discovered the small indent of Will's navel. Will arched as Jack's tongue delved inside, thrusting in and out to mimic a more intimate penetration.

Jack manoeuvred further south, past a slender, straining shaft and instead lapped at the soft velvety sac. To a low guttural groan from Will, Jack carefully mouthed one precious orb at a time rolling them tenderly in his mouth. From his vantage point between Will's outspread legs, Jack could scent Will's arousal and could see the silvery essence that sparkled like starlight on Will's taut abdomen. He could feel Will's hands pet anxiously in his hair and across his shoulders and see the way Will's head thrashed slowly from side to side, sable curls tossing restlessly. 

The grip to his dreadlocks intensified as he licked up the stiff rod of his younger lover as Will sought to anchor himself in the erotic storm into which Jack had enthralled him. Will screamed Jack's name as wet heat enveloped his flesh. Jack's tongue navigated the prominent vein as though a well travelled pathway from root to tip and then sealed his lips over the hot red head to run his tongue over the tiny slit, encouraging more of Will's intoxicating essence to flow. Will's hips thrust upwards, seeking to bury his flesh deeper, but Jack held his hips to limit his movements, the older man dominant in their love-making.

Jack hummed happily around his mouthful before taking Will's full length into his mouth, relaxing his throat and inhaling Will's musk from the curls that made Will's small public pelt. He released one hip to pinch a dark nipple and then the hand slid down to squeeze Will's sac with a perfect pressure born of experience. A cry of his name accompanied the pulsing of Will's crème into Jack's ravenous mouth. The pirate sucked and swallowed to ensure Will was fully milked of all he could offer. Once Will's flesh was sated and softened, Jack permitted it to slide from his mouth to lie spent and damp across Will's left thigh. Jack crawled up his satiated young lover, smiling in a self-satisfied manner at making his beloved Will come so completely undone. He straddled Will and leant to press a deep, loving kiss to the blacksmith-cum-pirate, He swallowed Will's soft moan as the lithe man tasted his own release on Jack's tongue.

"So beautiful, Will," Jack said tenderly, pushing back sweat-damp hair from Will's face. His boy positively glowed in the post-coital aftermath and Jack relished every opportunity presented to him to make love with his earthbound angel. "Me Treasure," Jack growled as he nuzzled into Will's throat before nibbling on a small earlobe that now contained a single gold loop. The loop was a gift from Jack who had personally pierced Will's flesh, not trusting another with his most precious living treasure.

A knocking on the door started both men. Their relationship was well known aboard the 'Black Pearl' and it was equally well known that once Captain Sparrow retired with First Mate Mr Turner they were not to be disturbed unless in an absolute emergency. Jack growled the sound a complete contrast to the noise he had previously made and he pulled on his pants. He winced as he tucked throbbing, erect flesh into the cloth confines. He motioned Will to remain in bed, but pulled a sheet to cover the glorious naked form. Jack then turned and stalked angrily to the door. On yanking it open he came face to face with a sickly looking Gibbs.

"Sorry, Jack," the older man mumbled. "Thought I could complete my shift at the wheel, but feel so sick. I would have asked Roland, but he's been sick himself."

"Damn sickness had been doing the rounds aboard 'Pearl'," Jack agreed nodding. It was the reason they were heading for a small island for some shore-leave and complete rest. Jack was thankful that so far, neither he nor the beautiful boy in his bed had been afflicted. "Go abed, Mr Gibbs," Jack ordered. "I'll take care of 'Pearl'." Jack turned and went back to kiss Will again.

"I'll come with you, Will offered instantly." He found himself held down by a smiling Jack.

"No need, Treasure," Jack said softly. "'Pearl and I'll be fine. You rest and we'll spend some time together in the morning." The smile held a tinge of sadness as the pirate left Will alone in their bed. "Sleep well, love."

Will watched Jack leave and sighed. He didn't like sleeping alone when Jack was around. He missed the way Jack would curl protectively around him keeping him warm and making him feel loved and cherished in ways he'd never known before. Suddenly a glint came to Will's eyes as an idea popped into his mind. A naughty idea. Will grinned widely; a very, very naughty idea.

Jack sighed sadly as he caressed 'Pearl's' wheel. As much as he loved his ship, his heart now belonged to one Will Turner, the most precious treasure Jack had ever discovered and the light and love of his life. The ship's sails seemed to echo Jack's sigh and the pirate gazed upwards. It was a clear moonlit night and the stars twinkled in the ebony sky. Jack sighed again. It was a perfect night to be wrapped around a lover, warm and light enough to be outside to enjoy the night. At least he had brought Will to joy and as his hands tightened on the wheel, Jack began to plot an early morning seduction.

The deck was deserted apart from Jack, his lookouts posted away from where he stood at the wheel. When steering 'Pearl' he preferred the solitude, Will's beloved presence the exception. Jack frowned as he saw the cloaked figure appear and head towards him. As the figure drew closer, Jack's frown became a genuine smile of pleasure as Will threw back the cloak's hood as he reached Jack. Jack tilted his head in an unconscious gesture of puzzlement. As Will had come to stand alongside Jack, the older man could see nervousness.

Will's pink tongue slid out to lap at dry lips and Jack was aware of a low rumble in his chest in response to the unintentionally erotic gesture.

"I wanted to surprise you, love," Will said. The nervousness was in Will's voice and Jack was certain he could see a blush on Will's cheeks.

"Tis a wonderful surprise, love," Jack assured, then indicated the cloak. "But I wouldn't have thought even ye would need a cloak for warmth on a night as this." Jack's hand moved to sweep towards the starlit sky and Will's eyes automatically followed. The young man smiled at the beauty of the sea and sky around him and then at the beauty of the exotic man before him. Jack's tanned skin, his kohl-rimmed eyes, the dreadlocks with their charms and beads and the distinctive red bandana. He loved everything about his older lover. His smile widened, but Jack could see the younger man take a fortifying breath before he next spoke.

"I didn't think you would want me walking around 'Pearl' like this, love." 

As Will spoke, the lithe man spread wide the cloak. His slender naked body seemed to glow ethereally in the moonlight and Jack was sure he could see stars twinkle in Will's long curls. A low deep growl emanated from the older pirate and he felt his recently softened weapon re-prime itself for full discharge, pressing insistently from behind its confines. His eyes raked possessively over Will's nakedness. All this beauty was his and his alone. Hazel orbs came to gaze predatorily at the pale slender rod between Will's strong, slender thighs and he smiled with pride as the organ began to twitch and fill in response to the heat in Jack's eyes. He reached to run a hand from Will's cheek, down his chest and tummy to cup Will's soft sac.

"You would be right, love. Come here," he commanded softly. He held out the hand that had been intimately caressing the slighter man. As their hands clasped, Jack pulled the naked form unresistingly against his body. He pressed his still clothed package into Will's hip, allowing the younger man to feel Jack's response to his presence and Will whimpered his need into Jack's neck. Will pressed a vial of oil into Jack's hand. Jack pushed Will to face the ship's wheel and carefully rotated the cloak so that Will's front was covered and his back fully exposed. He placed Will's hands on 'Pearl's' wheel and tilted the young man's head to plunder warm wet depths and vanquish Will's own slick muscle. Sucking the shyer muscle aboard his mouth, Jack sucked it slowly before allowing it fully conquered to return to its home. Jack's strong arms wrapped around Will as the young man sagged under Jack's onslaught.

"Keep your hands on the wheel, angel," Jack ordered and smiled at Will's instant obedience, Will's hands tightening where Jack had placed them. He caressed the firm muscles of Will's back that were hidden by soft skin. He reached around to pinch gently at Will's tiny peaked nubs, down to tease the soft downy hair at Will's lower belly, then his fingers followed the treasure trail of hair that led to a treasure trove of hard damp flesh jutting proudly from Will's trembling body.

"Hands on the wheel and spread your legs wider, love" Jack directed, his voice thick with pent up desire.

As Will obeyed, Jack moaned softly as the sight before him. Will was now bent slightly over the wheel; his legs spread wide and pert buttocks canted at a perfect angle. Jack dropped silently to his knees and gripped Will's nether cheeks tightly and spread them further apart to display Will's tiny pink portal. Without further hesitation, Jack thrust his tongue against Will's opening demanding entry. Jack heard Will's cry of pleasure and resumed his oral siege. His tongue stabbed and pressed against the furled opening till it too conceded to the pirate and Jack's tongue slid deeply inside the velvet channel. He could hear Will's sobs of need as his tongue flickered intimately inside his mate's body and a saliva-slick finger entered to rub Will's jewel.

Jack used one hand to keep Will's cheeks spread and with the other unfastened his breeches. There was a large wet patch where Jack's shaft had wept copious tears of its need, having been denied its rightful place and its release earlier. Jack's erection was engorged and dripping and Jack groaned as the cooler air flowed around the heated flesh. He removed his tongue reluctantly and oiled two fingers. Will's whimper of loss was replaced by a cry of pleasure as Jack's questing fingers unerringly found Will's sweet spot, running over the hidden nub bring Will to the brink of ecstasy. He ignored Will's wail of denial thrusting three fingers, scissoring and stretching the tight sheath to accept his need.

Jack removed his fingers and coated his shaft liberally. He kept one hand on Will's slim hip and with the other steered his erection to the glistening portal that seemed to twinkle like the stars around the lovers. Slowly Jack submerged in tight, velvet heat. Will's sheath caressed every inch of Jack's rod and as his sac bumped intimately against Will's the two men moaned their contentment. Jack held still for a moment, allowing the harbour of his aching shaft to accommodate to being so fully filled. He rained soft kisses and open mouthed bites across Will's shoulders and up the long neck. He reached around the slim body and began to stroke Will's erection, bringing Will to full hardness.

Will rested his head on Jack's shoulder. The presence of his lover, the beauty of the night, the ache of need in his body that he knew would soon be assuaged by the man on whose flesh now united them overwhelming him.

"Love you so much, Jack," he whimpered. "Need you so much. Give me joy, my Captain."

"Will, me Treasure," Jack growled, Will's words sent jolts to Jack's hard rod that impaled Will and that also joined him to his beloved. "Me love."

Jacks hips began to thrust slowly, gradually increasing in depth and speed until he was pounding into the willing body and Will's cries of pleasure rent the star-filled sky. Jack was striking Will's prostrate with every stroke and Will gasped and shook with the intensity of their love-making. Knowing he was bringing pleasure to his beautiful boy fanned Jack's flames of desire and his hand flew over Will's heated flesh to bring the joy his lover wanted and needed.

It was too much and not enough for the younger man. He wanted Jack to keep thrusting within him and he wanted to feel his lover's seed fill him. He wanted to keep on the edge for hours and he wanted to come. Will could see nothing beyond the stars that danced before his eyes from the pleasure Jack gave him. All he could hear were their moans and gasps as they ploughed forward to their mutual zenith. All he could feel was the hard flesh thrusting within his body and the strong grip stroking his erect shaft. He tilted his head and whimpered gratefully as Jack's mouth covered his and their tongues duelled in an exchange that neither could lose. As the last of his senses became filled with the taste and scent of his older lover, Will's essence pulsed from his body to cover Jack's hand and to anoint his chest and the 'Pearl's' wheel and Will screamed Jack's name to the sky in his joy.

As Will's body tightened heralding imminent climax, Jack buried his face in Will's neck and inhaled their combined scent of love and arousal. It thrilled the older man and filled him with pride to know only he ever saw Will naked and needy, only he saw Will glowing and sated and smiling the one special smile just for him. As his shaft was clenched with almost brutal intensity, Jack threw back his head and his roar of completion harmonised with Will's cry. 

For a moment, Jack's vision greyed and his weight slumped on the younger man. As Jack regained cognisance, he realised Will's trembling was due to the strain of supporting the heavier man's weight. With a muted cry of apology, he pulled Will to his chest and the two men sank to the deck, Will straddling Jack's knees as Jack's spent flesh remained in its safe harbour. Jack held tight around Will's waist as Will allowed Jack to support him while he recovered from the intensity of his climax. As Will's breathing began to get less laboured, Jack languidly lapped at Will's cooling seed that covered his hand. He then pressed two fingers to Will's lips and purred his pleasure as Will sucked his own essence from Jack's fingers, tasting their combined flavours. Although Will was prepared to challenge Jack in their day to day lives, Jack knew his young lover relished Jack's sexual dominance. Jack realised Will's appearance tonight must have taken a great deal of courage for his naturally shy young lover. Once again the pirate made a silent vow never to abuse Will's love, trust or beautiful body.

"I love you, Jack," Will panted softly, rubbing his cheek against Jack's beard, enjoying the feel and unique scent.

"And I love you, Will," Jack vowed. Both men groaned their loss in unison as Jack's sated flesh finally slid from Will's harbour. "Are ye able to stand, Treasure?" Jack asked as his knees began to protest the cramped position. In response, Will flowed gracefully to his feet and pulled Jack up and into a strong embrace.

Jack could feel the slight shivers already assaulting Will's cooling body and he tugged the cloak back into its correct position, wrapping it tight around Will's nude body. He knew Will couldn't stay out with him and that he'd have to send his young lover to an empty bed. They would both miss lying in post-coital intimacy, limbs entwining and drifting into sated sleep.

"Cap'n Sparrow, Mr Turner," a recognised voice called out. However, the note of recognition didn't stop Jack immediately pushing a naked and defenceless Will behind him as the older man took up a defensive posture.

"Aye," he called back. His eyebrows raised as Roland came into view. The tall, slim raven-haired man accompanied by the smaller blond lad, Josh. Jack knew that there was more than friendship between the two, but it remained unspoken. "Mr Gibbs said that you were ill," Jack commented as he and Will were joined by the other two men.

"That I was," Roland agreed nodding slowly. "But Josh here has a knack for healing and has tended me." Roland smiled as the younger man blushed and peeked shyly from beneath a silken fringe to regard the ship's Captain and First Mate. "I heard Mr Gibbs was now ill himself and thought I might find one or both of you at the wheel. You need rest yourselves. I feel well enough to take over at least for a couple of hours and Josh will stay with me." Roland reached out an arm and Josh silently huddled close.

Jack realised that this was Roland's way of testing Jack's acceptance of the men's relationship. He smiled widely, gold glinting in the moonlight and clapped Roland companionably on the shoulder.

"It makes a lot of difference to have someone you can trust at your side Mr Roland," Jack said. He pulled Will to his and held him tightly. The four men communicating silently for a minute before Jack released Will. As Will moved from the wheel, Jack caught the silver glint decorating the dark wood. He reached down to effortlessly rub Will's offering into 'Pearl'. It would mix with his own blood, sweat, tears and essence and he was sure he heard 'Pearl' sigh her approval as the sails suddenly moved. He stepped forward to pull Will close to him once again. 

"Goodnight Mr Roland, Josh," he said sketching a flailing hand in imitation of a wave. Intent on getting Will back to their cabin he didn't see the two men smile firstly at their retreating backs and then with a different intensity at each other.

Will allowed Jack to usher him unresistingly to their cabin. The cloak had been a good idea and jack has certainly seemed to enjoy himself. However, where Will had been warm and dry when first venturing out, his sweat-damp skin had been cooling rapidly and the lithe man now wished he'd brought pants and shirt. By the time they reached their cabin, his shivers were growing in intensity.

"Cold, Jack," he murmured softly through chattering teeth.

Jack wasted no time in pulling his clothes from his body and pushing Will into their bed, his own naked body following close. He pulled up the covers, then arranged Will tight against his side, the younger man's head on his breast, a paler, more slender leg sliding between his darker, more powerful thighs. Will's left arm came round Jack's waist and Jack wrapped both of his tightly around the still shaking form. He felt Will nuzzle closer and sighed in pleasure as Will's soft lips began a gentle suckling at his breast. Jack kissed Will's hair and temple crooning words of love until he felt the sucking become erratic and finally stop. 

Jack's member twitched dryly at the memory of Will's ethereally beautiful naked body framed by cloak, the 'Pearl' and the starlit sky. He made a note to himself that making love at the ship's wheel was to become a more regular feature in their love-making. As he listened to his angel's soft breathing, Jack's mind began to work on what it was he could do to repay Will's bravery and ingenuity. A wide smile broke out over the tanned face as an idea began to take form. 



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Bathing Beauty

Will Turner knew Jack Sparrow was up to something, but the young man was at a loss to know just what the enigmatic captain and Will's adored lover was doing. They were currently in port and Jack had insisted the two of them spend the day ashore away from the 'Black Pearl'. Will was sitting in the tavern Jack had selected and where now the older man was negotiating an overnight stay with the innkeeper. Replaying the puzzling day in his mind, Will thought of Jack's mysteriously disappearing and reappearing, always ensuring his young love was protected by some of the crew in his absence. Will mentally confessed to enjoying time with two of the newer crew members, Roland and Josh. They had provided some entertaining diversions from Jack's strange behaviour, but to stay away from 'Pearl' and be willing to pay when the ship was just in the harbour had Will more than just puzzled; he was getting worried.

Jack caught the look of his young lover turn from confusion to concern and he gave a growl of discontent. Staying away from his ship overnight had not been a part of Jack's plans. Now the pirate captain would have to find ways and means of distracting Will to stop the serious blacksmith-cum-pirate worrying unnecessarily. Giving the beautiful boy one of his best smiles, Jack held out his hand. Will's more slender hand reached out and Jack clasped it tenderly and pulled the unresisting form close to his bulkier body.

"Let's have an early night," he husked into a small ear.

Despite his confusion, Will could not suppress the shiver of anticipation as the words caressed him like dark silk. Jack's arms slid around his waist and Will felt a familiar tightening in his groin. Although he didn't see any of the 'Pearl's" crew, he was sure there would be two nearby, ready to defend him and Jack if the need arose. He allowed himself to be led to the room he and Jack would share, determined to get some answers from his inscrutable mate before desire clouded his thinking.

As they entered the room, Will heard Jack lock the door behind them and as he turned to speak, he found himself swung easily in strong arms and pinned up against the door. His lover's hard body pressed against him and Jack's mouth plundered his own. The older man's tongue proprietarily invading and pillaging the warm wet cavern until Will was barely able to breathe. He could feel Jack's arousal grinding into his crotch and he moaned at the intimate caress despite the restrictions of two pairs of breeches.

"Need ye, Treasure," Jack's voice was low and husky, further evidencing his arousal as he ground shamelessly against the slighter man.

Their clothes were removed with almost indecent haste and hands and mouths strived to touch skin to skin. Jack laid his young lover on the small cot and knelt between spread legs. He caught hold of each smooth thigh and pressed the honey coloured limbs out and back and displayed the aroused boy to his predatory stare. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight of the rosy erection and pink portal; the portal that was Jack's personal gateway to paradise. He kissed the inside of each knee and then placed open-mouthed kisses up each leg. His tongue lapped along the crease of each thigh and groin tasting the tang of sweat and musk that were overlaid by the natural sweetness of his lover. He nuzzled against the trimmed curls at the base of Will's alluring shaft. Jack had recently discovered a fetish for shaving his boy intimately and presently, much of Will's pubis was smooth. 

He moved to lave at the hairless sac, bathing its velvety texture with his tongue. Dipping lower, he sought to harbour his slick muscle in Will's nether port, probing and delving, testing its defences until his tongue breached its tightness.

Mewling softy at the loss of Jack's wickedly talented tongue in his most private place Will found his lips captured by his older lover. As the kiss ended, Will gasped at the dual sensation of Jack's teeth on a coffee coloured nipple and an oil-slick finger sliding into his body. One of Will's hands fisted in his lover's dreadlocks, the other in the bedding as Will arched and undulated raising his chest to receive more loving attention to his breasts and bearing down on the finger that delved inside him. He moaned as Jack moved to pleasure his other nipple and a second finger entered him, stretching and scissoring, readying his slender channel to accept Jack's long hard length. He gave an impassioned cry of Jack's name before descending into incoherent murmurs as a third finger entered him, stroking his hidden jewel with practiced ease. As the fingers finally withdrew, Will softly cried his loss only to feel the broad head of Jack's sex nudge at his port.

Jack draped the younger man's legs over his shoulders and pressed up against the harbour he wished to enter.

"Love you, Jack," Will's voice whispered. His deep brown eyes, filled with an irresistible mixture of adoration and arousal, locked with Jack's hazel orbs ablaze with passion.

"Love ye, Treasure," Jack growled as he slid into slick, searing heat. "So good, love," he gasped. "So tight."

"Love me, Jack," Will pleaded.

Only Will saw the real Jack Sparrow and not the façade of an amiable, often drunk, pirate. It was a mask Jack wore with ease to hide his true self and it was a disguise that had worked well for him. As such he was able to detect a note of fretfulness in the beloved voice of the beautiful boy writhing beneath him. He cursed himself for worrying Will, knowing that the younger man could still feel insecure in the pirate's world, especially with the reputation for fickleness that Jack had.

"Always, Will," Jack vowed using the younger man's given name. "I will always love ye. Ye are my sun by day and my stars at night. Your love is the harbour that shelters my heart. 'Twould be a dark lonely place, this world, without ye. Never doubt that I love ye."

"Show me," Will moaned, the words dispelling some of the disquiet that had assailed him. He canted his slender hips to ensure his willing portal held fast to Jack's throbbing vessel. "Show me your love."

With a groan, Jack rocked himself in the hot, tight haven. Sinking his length deeper into Will's body, he pressed fervent kisses along the arched expanse of fragile flesh at Will's throat. As he came to rest fully submerged in his mate he sucked, biting down on the succulent morsel to raise a banner to proclaim this boy was his. Heart, body, soul, he knew they each belonged to the other. The greatest treasure Jack would ever have was the love of the man whose arms and legs now gripped him so tightly and whose body seemed to have been made to fit him so perfectly.

Jack felt the evidence of Will's desire between their bellies and wanted to pleasure his boy. He began to undulate slowly, barely moving his shaft in the slender channel. He ducked his head to suckle at a perfect, cinnamon nub. He grazed it carefully, nipping gently as he brought it to an aching pebbled peak. He felt Will's body rise and fall with his own movements, a hand anchored in his dreadlocks, the other caressing his arms and back. His mouth trailed across the smooth chest to latch onto the neglected nipple to love it ardently. He pulled his hips back until just the head of his arousal was in Will's port before thrusting deep inside. He felt Will's muscles ripple around him as he held still and clamp more tightly as he struck the hidden jewel. Using his skill as a lover, Jack brought Will to the edge of ecstasy time and again until the younger man begged for release. Jack sped up his thrusts his hips pistoning hard. He pinned Will's arms above his head, kissing and licking at the sweat sheened face, neck and shoulders. 

Will keened continually as his sweet spot was erotically assaulted, struck repeatedly by Jack's hard rod. His own manhood was still trapped between their bodies, the friction not yet enough to bring him the release he craved. He writhed and squirmed, held fast by Jack's strong arms, forced to weather the storm of Jack's indomitable passion. He felt heat begin to suffuse his body and waves of pleasure began to wash over him. He cried aloud Jack's name as his body began to convulse and tremble in the wake of an intense climax. He heard Jack's answering roar and felt his body filled with his mate's hot juices, the living essence of his love. Will's orgasm crested, his body anchored only by Jack. His seed poured forth to leave him barely conscious in the aftermath of the sexual maelstrom. 

Jack was determined that tonight his lover would come only by the joining of their bodies. His movements were angled to ensure Will was best pleasured. His mouth tasted Will's sweat, musk and desire. He instinctively knew Will was nearing completion. He sped up his thrusts. He dimly heard the cry of his own name as he bellowed Will's. His throbbing organ was clenched brutally by the spasming channel. It was more than enough to bring him to glory. Pressing his hardness as deep as he could in the contracting sheath he allowed his release. Pulse after pulse of his semen claimed the slender boy, branding Will indelibly on the inside as Jack's mouth left the unmistakable marks of his possession on the outside.

Panting, Jack gazed adoringly at the satiated younger man. Although all they had done had been with love, Jack still felt guilty. He had exploited his greater experience and knowledge of Will's weaknesses to ensure Will had not questioned him as Jack knew the boy had wanted. He hated he had given Will cause for concern. He nuzzled the insensate body and felt unshed tears burn his eyes. Will wriggled trustingly to nestle close to the broader body. Cradling the sable head to his chest, Jack wrapped his arms around his beloved.

"Sorry, love. Sorry I worry ye. 'Twas not meant. I love ye, Will Turner,"

At the soft mutter from the slender form, Jack soothed Will until both men were sleeping soundly.

*******

Will awoke sheltered by loving arms. Jack looked much younger and carefree when asleep and Will smiled tenderly. He was still puzzled at the older man's behaviour, but there had been no doubting the truth of his lover's feelings from the way Jack had made love with him. He urged the bigger man onto his back, Will's smile widening at the whispered 'Treasure'. He kissed his way down the battle-scarred chest as he knelt astride the older man. He reached the thick pelt of pubic fur and rubbed his face into the dark curls, inhaling Jack's musk. He admired the dark skinned, satin encased steel that rose to meet him, similar and yet so different from his member. He grasped the base of the impressive rod as he lapped and sucked at its flared dome. He probed at the slit, encouraging Jack's intoxicating fluid to flow and drank it greedily. He allowed his mouth to envelop the head fully and moved up and down some of the shaft as he sucked. A hand tugging at his curls made him stop and the organ slid from his mouth.

Jack smiled lovingly at the sight of his mate. Will's curls were bed-mussed, giving the angelic face a debauched appearance. He was flushed from his ministrations and his lips were red and swollen. Jack had the almost overwhelming urge to throw the boy on his back and ravish him thoroughly. "Let me taste ye, love," he pleaded instead.

He helped Will move to position the boy kneeling over him. The beautiful organ between the younger man's thighs dripped its desire before Jack's mouth could envelop it. He relished the deep groan from his lover; taking delight that he could bring such pleasure to his mate. Jack took the slender rod deep into his mouth, relaxing his throat as he diligently worked to bring Will to completion. 

Will moaned at Jack's wickedly skilled mouth and tried to concentrate on sucking and stroking Jack to return the pleasure bestowed upon him. He found his focus faltering under Jack's expertise and whimpered as his hips began to thrust, pushing his hardness deeper into Jack's voracious maw. He became undone as Jack fondled his sac, probing between his nether cheeks to stroke his sweet spot as he sucked hard. Will threw back his head as he felt Jack's mouth and tongue work to milk every drop from his organ. Panting harshly, Will renewed his assault on the purpled shaft beneath him, his hand pumping the base as his mouth pleasured the head. He groaned as Jack's hips thrust upwards filling Will's mouth with his crème. Will worked to capture all Jack's release, but some escaped to adorn Will's chin.

As soon as Will allowed his member to slip from his lips, Jack turned to hold the boy tight to his chest. He growled appreciatively at the sight of his seed marking Will's face. Jack's dominant, possessive streak silently bellowed its approval. Jack's tongue slid languidly from between his lips to slowly lap away the excess and clean Will's face. He pulled Will to grind their mouths together, each man tasting the heady mix of their own release on the tongue of their mate. It was a flavour that had proven addictive to the pirate from the first time he had made love to his earthbound angel. More intoxicating than the finest rum, Jack relished every opportunity to taste his lover.

"I love you, Will," Jack proclaimed, hugging the lithe form tightly.

"Love you, Jack," Will smiled nuzzling at the dark dreadlocks.

Jack cupped the beautiful face and looked intently into Will's eyes.

"I know I was acting... oddly," Jack said searching for the right way to express himself. "But all will become clear once we return to 'Pearl."

"I did ...I was...confused," Will replied carefully.

"I worried ye and did nothing to allay those worries," Jack said. "But 'twas meant for best, Treasure, truly it was."

"I believe you, Jack," Will affirmed.

"Will ye be patient a little longer for ol' Jack? Have some food here whilst I check on a few things before we return to 'Pearl'?"

Will looked deep into the anxious hazel orbs and knew he was lost. Whatever Jack was up to was clearly important to the older man.

"Whatever you want, love," Will agreed.

The smile that lit up Jack's face warmed the very depths of Will's soul and the younger man found himself rewarded by being kissed until he was breathless.

************

As Jack dashed from the tavern, Will joined Josh and Roland. Jack had spoken swiftly with them before leaving hurriedly, but Will had seen the older man's look of anticipation. He accepted the plate of bread and cheese pushed towards him and drank some of the proffered watered ale. It was Will's preference not to drink full strength alcohol at breakfast. He smiled at his companions. Josh also had some watered ale, whereas his older mate had no such qualms. Although he enjoyed conversing with the other two men, he kept finding himself contemplating Jack's words and wondering just what he would find back aboard 'Pearl'.

Jack returned and finished both the food and ale and Will almost laughed aloud at the puppy-like eagerness of the older pirate. Smiling, Will allowed himself to be walked back to the ship by his lover whose customary swagger seemed to have increased ten-fold. Will was escorted aboard, Jack sketching an exaggerated bow to indicate Will could precede him. Will failed to conceal the snort of amusement, but Jack seemed completely unconcerned, smiling widely. Will was led to his ship-board forge and as the two men stood outside, Jack turned Will to face him, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"Close your eyes, Treasure," he insisted.

As Will obeyed his mate, Jack opened the door, leading Will inside and standing the younger man to the best advantage. He closed the door behind them and returned to Will's side.

"Open them, precious," Jack whispered in Will's ear.

Will stood staring open-mouthed. Before him was a large steaming bath. But it was neither the bath, nor its size, nor even the steam that billowed around it, that had Will speechless. At each end of the large oval, a carpenter had worked a miracle. The prow and stern of 'Pearl' had been recreated and the bath was a miniature 'Black Pearl'. Even the body of the bath had port holes carved into the wood.

"Do ye like it, Will?" Jack's voice wavered nervously.

"It's 'Pearl'" Will breathed stepping closer to the wooden marvel and running an appreciative hand over the intricate carvings."

"The prow and stern can be removed to just leave the bath. But where there is space like this or out on deck on balmy star lit evenings, it would be perfect. Imagine; lying in this in my arms, watching the stars as I touched ye," Jack said, his voice a seductive purr. "Am I forgiven for worrying you so, Angel?" he asked.

"Of course," Will smiled. "But I think whoever filled this was a little generous with the heated water." Will glanced at the steam that still rose.

"Be assured 'twill be perfect when we get inside, Treasure," Jack grinned. His voice was dark silk in Will's ear and at Will's gasp as the two men locked gazes, Jack's grin became feral. He knew his lover would see the intensity of Jack's desire. "Right now I intend to pleasure ye till ye scream, to show ye just how much ye are loved and how much ye are mine. The crew have been warned that the forge is off-limits and we are not to be disturbed." The last was growled low and feral in Will's ear.

"Take me, Jack," Will moaned, the words of passion and possession thrilling the younger man. "Show me."

Jack freed the sable curls, fanning them to frame the angelic face and to tumble past the slim shoulders. Jack's fingers deftly removed Will's shirt and the older man immediately began to suckle at one large dark disc then the other, raising the furled nubs into tight peaks of excited flesh. He scraped each in turn with his teeth, occasionally tugging, as he backed Will to the oversized anvil. As he pressed Will's naked back against the cold metal Jack's mouth trailed over the soft skin of Will's chest and abdomen. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses around the small indent of Will's navel and his fingers began to unlace the ties of Will's breeches. His hand slid inside and found his treasure trove of hot, hard, damp flesh. Dropping to his knees, Jack impatiently removed boots, stockings and breeches. Taking one naked foot in his hand, Jack sucked Will's big toe into his mouth as he looked up at the lithe, nude body.

"Jack!" The pirate's name was a choked cry from the younger man. Will had never dreamt that such an innocuous part of his anatomy could engender such a jolt to his groin.

Jack smiled knowingly as he released one foot to perform the same action on the other. The slenderness of Will's writhing form belied the strength he had from working a forge and practicing his swordplay. The smooth, honey-gold skin had good, firm muscle beneath and the older man ran his hands proprietarily over his lover's body. Jack admired the dark, peaked nipples, still distended from his oral assault. Jack grinned savagely at the sheen from the thin layer of sweat adorning the naked boy and then his eyes drifted lower. Will's smooth, slender rod jutted red and hard from its trimmed pubic curls. Jack's tongue slid sinuously around the shaved area as Will shivered and bucked in his arousal. Jack allowed his tongue to savour the precious liquid oozing from the tiny slit at the head of Will's erection. Jack's strong hands held Will's hips, preventing the smaller man from thrusting into his mouth. Jack intended to be fully in control, although his focus was Will's pleasure.

Surging to his feet, he crushed his mouth to Will's and teeth and tongued duelled for dominance before Will's slick muscle acquiesced and Jack sucked it into his own mouth to ravish. As the kiss ended only Jack's strong arms prevented Will sinking to the floor, his trembling legs unable to support him. Before Will could regain his wits, Jack whirled him to face the anvil and pushed him to blanket its solid mass. As Will grasped it tightly Jack pressed his body over Will's, his clothed chest to Will's naked back. He rotated his hips deliberately allowing his cloth covered erection to push against bare buttocks, evidencing to his lover his own arousal and desire.




Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 04



Will's low moan sent a jolt to Jack's imprisoned flesh, but the older man steadfastly ignored his own body's demands. This time was for Will and he wanted Will to know just how loved and special he was. He gathered the freed curls into one hand to expose the nape of Will's neck before biting at the soft skin, tasting sweat and musk and growling his approval. He fisted the curls as his tongue tasted Will's shoulders and then released them as his tongue steered southerly exploring the ridged spine and the small depressions just above the delectable buttocks. As Jack pulled the tantalising globs apart, Will was undone. With a wail of his mate's name, Will painted the anvil with his release.

Jack soothed the shaking body and turned the unresisting form around. His tongue cleansed his lover's body before standing to kiss the spent young man. 

"Sorry, couldn't..." Will panted but was silenced by another kiss.

"I want ye to come, Will," Jack said his voice deep and husky. "I want to make ye come again and again, as many times as I can, Treasure."

Will moaned at Jack's words. In his naivety, when they first became lovers, Will had confessed his belief that once a man spent himself that was the end of it. Jack in his turn had taken great pleasure in demonstrating that to be a fallacy and often brought Will to release time and time again when they had no other pressing demands and could indulge in mutual pleasure. He watched mesmerised as Jack slowly rubbed his release into the anvil's metal, the action arousing in an abstract way. 

"Another time, my sweet and we will rub both our essences into the anvil as we have done with 'Pearl's' wheel.

Will growled and plundered Jack's wicked mouth. His recently spent organ was already showing signs of revival, twitching at the words as well as the sinful glint in Jack's hazel orbs.

"Soft, Treasure," Jack growled. "Ye know ye will come again." He smiled as he caressed the damp flesh between Will's legs that filled further at his touch. "More than once," he whispered directly into a small ear before following with his tongue. 

Will groaned, rubbing against Jack's clothed body. The words were a command and a promise and Will's groin tightened further. He capitulated instantly as he was repositioned over his anvil. He spread his legs further apart at Jack's direction, leaving himself open and vulnerable to Jack's attentions. He felt one large calloused hand settle over his nether cheeks, parting them. The other stroked at his sac and inner thighs. Will moaned wantonly, trying to cant his bottom out further as a warm, wet invader laved at his most secret place.

Jack revelled at the abandoned sound, relishing his ability to make the normally straight-laced younger man come undone. His tongue probed at puckered flesh as he felt his slender lover try and press back to take in more of the moist intruder. He folded his agile muscle and lay siege to the pink portal. He alternated short piercing jabs with long wet licks. As the rosebud unfurled, Jack thrust deep inside to Will's very core. He used both hands to keep Will's cheeks spread and, pressing his face as close as possible, began to tongue Will's velvety channel in earnest.

Will panted wetly, his mouth open. He'd been incredulous that Jack would want to put his mouth *there* and had come instantly the first time his lover had begun to lick him. However, it had proved to be another lesson in sexuality for the younger man and was now one of their most enjoyable acts. Will could feel Jack's moustache and beard tickling him intimately as the older man plundered his most private passage. He tried to push back, wanting...needing Jack deeper inside him. He threw back his head with an inarticulate cry as Jack's hand pulled at his engorged flesh. Already heated, the touch inflamed Will consuming him with passion's fire. He keened continually as he pushed fore into a knowing grip and back onto a moist muscle. With a scream resembling Jack's name, he came again.

Jack lowered his spent lover to the floor, stroking and soothing the shaking body through the aftershocks of the intense release. He kissed Will before striding to the bath tub. The water was now a pleasant temperature and Jack added some of the almond oil they favoured for their lovemaking. He turned to look back at his satiated lover who now sat and gazed at him in adoration.

"Are ye ready to be bathed, my beauty?" Jack husked returning to Will's side.

"Have mercy, Jack. You have brought me to completion twice and are yet to spend."

"Ye have one more in ye, Treasure, of that Jack is certain. And when ye come again 'twill be with me deep inside your sweet body, filling you with my flesh and then my seed."

"Oh, Jack," Will whispered and the two men kissed hungrily, lovingly. Their tongues swirled to taste and to tease. "Will you not undress and allow me to see you?" he pleaded.

"Soon, precious," Jack soothed. "Let ol' Jack make his penance his way, savvy?"

"Dear Lord, Jack," Will panted as talented hands roamed imperiously over his naked form. Will felt his desire begin to awaken although his manhood was only able, as yet, to twitch dryly. "I don't know how much more of your penance I can survive."

"So beautiful, my Will," Jack crooned. "So perfect, my greatest treasure." Jack purred seductively as his hands trailed feather light over Will's lax genitals. He growled triumphantly as the organ pulsed weakly heralding its interest. He led his lover to their bath and smiled as Will moaned appreciatively as he sank into the scented water.

"Want you, Jack," Will said pleadingly. "Need you so much, need you inside me, claiming me, please?"

Jack gave a possessive growl at the submissive words. He wanted to be inside his beautiful boy, wanted to feel the heat of Will's core searing his hard flesh as he filled his lover. His blood was afire and his loins ached with their unspent passion. It was tempting ...so very, very tempting to just slake his need, entering Will as he had begged. But this was not about Jack's pleasures, it was about Will's. As such he wanted their union to be sweet love not just blind lust. He steeled himself and smiled at Will.

"You'll have me soon enough, Treasure, I promise ye."

"Let me see you, let me touch you." Will reached a slender arm towards the older man.

Jack kept just out of Will's grasp and slowly peeled the sweat-damp shirt off to display his more powerful physique. His tanned chest had a covering of dark fur from which his brown nipples peeked. He drew his finger through the hair to pinch the dark nubs. He let his hands trail languorously to his sash and removed it before caressing the bulge evident at his groin. Apparently unhurried, although his breath was coming in short harsh pants, Jack unlaced his breeches and pulled them down. He sighed with relief as his manhood sprang free. The dark organ was swollen with blood and rock hard with desire. He finished the rest of his disrobing to preen before his younger lover, proud of the way his body excited the younger man, whose own breath was laboured. He cupped his sac and fisted his flesh, purely for visual effect. He was already so aroused he felt he would burst if he did not find his release soon. He stood beside the tub and guided his erection towards Will.

"Just your tongue, Treasure," Jack growled warningly.

Will obeyed his captain immediately. The pink organ slipped from between luscious lips to lap daintily at the purple head of his lover's impressive length. He heard Jack sigh as he laved the slick flesh, drinking down Jack's pre-come and savouring the taste of the man he loved. 

"Move forward, love," Jack commanded.

Jack moved to step into the warm water and positioned himself behind Will. He spread his legs and positioned the slighter man to sit between them, cradled to his broad chest. Jack's erection throbbed its approval at the proximity of Will's naked buttocks as it slid between them. Jack retrieved the soap and began to caress Will's body. His calloused hands roved over the smooth chest, steering southerly to stomach and thighs before coming to anchor over Will's groin. Jack ghosted over the sensitive skin of the shaved pubis before gently stroking the half hard shaft. He kissed Will's shoulders, nipping teasingly before sucking more forcefully and felt the organ he held begin to respond, filling and lengthening. The warm water lapped sensuously over both men, relaxing Will further into Jack's embrace and heightening their mutual arousal as it ebbed and flowed around them.

"Turn around, love," Jack directed.

Will moved to kneel astride muscular thighs. He sighed his pleasure as Jack once again plundered his mouth, the older man's tongue dominating his own and ravishing it leisurely. He felt Jack's hands moving behind him as they broke apart for much needed air and as their kiss resumed Will's groan was swallowed by Jack as a single oiled digit slid inside him. Will's hips began to rock as his sweet spot was unerringly sought and stimulated. Will felt Jack capture his hair and was arched backwards so that Jack could feast on the alluring cinnamon buds as a second finger plumbed molten depths. Will's hair was released, but he maintained the position as Jack continued to nuzzle his aching nipples. He gasped as his shaft was caught in an intimate embrace with Jack's bigger, thicker organ and both were stroked, readying Will for one final voyage. Will was enveloped in a sensual haze as he was stroked masterfully inside and out. He could see stars dancing before his eyes and he clung to Jack afraid he would be lost in the passionate storm assailing his body. He whimpered softly as his sensitive flesh fully hardened under Jack's expert captaincy. He was pliant as Jack repositioned him to face away from his older lover.

Slowly and carefully, Jack encouraged Will to lift higher, positioning his oil-drenched member at Will's port ready to submerge deep into the prepared channel. He helped his beloved to sink onto him to sit flush astride Jack's groin. "Good boy," Jack husked. "Now let's make ye comfortable." His legs, inside Will's splayed limbs, parted spreading Will wider and leaving the younger man helpless, impaled on Jack's rod. Jack smiled at the soft cries of pleasure spilling from his mate's sweet lips. As Will reclined on Jack's chest, Jack played with his boy's taut teats with one hand whilst the other teased his sac and then his resurgent erection. His hips thrust and rotated, rubbing the hidden jewel in Will's body making the smaller man mewl incoherently and try ineffectually to move. Jack's grin was feral as Will realised the vulnerability of his position and resigned himself to it, becoming even more relaxed and sliding slender hands to simply grip Jack's powerful thighs. "That's it, my sweet," Jack whispered hoarsely. "You lie in my arms, with me deep inside you and let ol' Jack do all the work, savvy?" Jack took the mew as an affirmation and as Will angled his head, Jack answered the silent plea to kiss Will as the younger man craved.

Jack had wanted to protract this part of their lovemaking and keep Will on the edge, but his own body was betraying him. He had been aroused since he had first brought Will into the forge, the loving he intended for his mate already played out in his mind. However, now that he was enveloped in tight, slick heat, with Will's scent in his nostrils, the boy pliant in his arms, Jack found he wanted to pound into his lover and come to completion. His body screamed for its own release. His thrusts became short, hard jabs, each striking Will's sweet spot and his hand began to fly over the hard, heated flesh jutting from Will's body. He felt Will writhe on his erection, the tight channel rippling beguilingly, urging Jack to spill. The water heaved and swelled around them as though sharing in their unrestrained passion. 

"Come with me, angel," Jack groaned. "Share heaven with me."

Will cried Jack's name as his shaft gave one last effortful ejaculation. Only a small amount of Will's semen dribbled forth, but his orgasm slammed into him like a tidal wave and swept the younger man away in unrestrained bliss. He felt Jack's essence, pulse after pulse, hot and wet voluptuously fill his spasming channel before he was no longer aware of his surroundings and he floated in sexual ecstasy.

Jack roared his love's name as his completion wracked him with its intensity. Will's body contracted around him harshly, squeezing with an unconscious brutality that Jack relished. He was deep inside his mate and his seed jetted forth, filling and claiming the convulsing man. He felt Will go limp in his arms as his seed filled his precious lover until finally Jack too slumped, replete.

"Love you," Will's voice said weakly.

"Love you, sweet William," Jack said forcing himself not to cede to the insidious pull of lethargy. "Come, Treasure, we need to get out and dry."

"Mmmm, love," Will agreed sleepily. He tried to help Jack, but his limbs were unsteady and Jack finally settled on wrapping the large towel around Will after drying himself perfunctorily. Rallying himself, he scooped his satiated and drowsy cargo into his arms and, uncaring of his own nudity, strode to their cabin.

Jack held Will tightly to his body, Will's warm, moist breath whispering over one of his nipples. Jack was content to watch Will sleep, knowing his own eyes were getting heavy and that he would soon join his lover. He tenderly stroked the dark curls mulling over that with Will, he enjoyed the post-coital intimacy in a way he had never done with any other lover, even excluding whores. It had only ever been sex before, never the love he felt for this beautiful, treasured young man. He found himself wanting to demonstrate that they had something unique, something special. Something that would prove to Will that he and he alone held Jack's heart, body and soul, just as Jack knew the same was true of Will. He nuzzled his lover's temple and smiled softly as Will nestled closer, a slender arm wrapping around Jack's waist. Jack felt he was home in Will's arms, the only place other than 'Pearl' to feel such. He let his eyes drift closed. It would be a challenge, a new course for him to plot and pilot and he was certain he would find a way. 

After all...he was Captain Jack Sparrow!



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Storm Warning

Jack pressed his lips against the lush and kiss swollen lips of his beautiful young lover. He relished the soft moan of pleasure breathed into his own mouth as his tongue plundered the warm, wet cavern opened for his delectation. Jack had his weight balanced on his left arm in the relatively narrow bunk and he trailed his right down to the thick pubic pelt and rubbed seductively, earning a groan as his lover broke their kiss and arched into the caress. He slid his hand lower, caressing heavy, velvety flesh and the groan turned into whimpers of need. Teasing, Jack moved his hand upwards to play with twin dark nipples that begged silently to be gently tortured with pinches and tugs.

"Please, Jack," a voice hoarse with need softly pleaded. Jack could and would not deny such a plea from the heart. Shifting between wantonly spread, smooth golden legs; Jack engulfed his lover's straining erection.

Will wailed Jack's name as he felt suction and heat envelop his engorged flesh. His hands wrapped in Jack's hair, simply holding, touching, as Jack worked Will's shaft.

Angling his head, Jack ensured he could see his younger lover as Will's head thrashed from side to side in unrestrained pleasure, dark curls fanning their pillows. He smiled around his precious mouthful and teased Will's secret opening with a saliva-slick calloused finger. As he pressed into Will's nether port, he sucked hard and Will's essence exploded into his mouth.

Will screamed Jack's name as the older man unerringly found his hidden jewel and climaxed hard, convulsing beneath his sturdier mate.

When Jack was certain he had swallowed all his love could offer, he cradled the slighter man to his chest while Will recovered. Jack amazed himself that he enjoyed post-coital cuddling so much, but then he enjoyed a great many more things now he had the other half of his soul in his arms. The greatest treasure the pirate could ever have wished to find: Will Turner.

"Love you," Will murmured nuzzling into Jack's dark dreadlocks.

"Love ye, Treasure," Jack replied tightening his grip a little. "So happy, my sweet. So happy." He smiled down at the flushed face that gazed in open adoration up at him.

"Me too," Will breathed. "Make love with me?"

"Aye, luv, that I will," Jack's smile widened. "But when I come inside your beautiful body I intend for ye to be spending with me." He reached for their oil, an almond flavoured oil that Will had shown preference for.

Jack coated a single digit and worked it between Will's taut cheeks into the precious portal. Will canted his hips to show his eagerness and Jack smiled again. As he used his fingers of one hand to prepare the delicate channel, he used mouth, lips and his other hand to touch and caress Will, gradually reawakening the younger man's spent sex. Finally Jack rubbed three fingers insistently across Will's sweet spot, and the writhing young man begged to be filled, his flesh fully aroused. Jack draped the long limbs over his shoulders as he lined his aching shaft against Will's glistening portal.

"Love you, Will," he groaned as tight, slick heat enveloped him. "So tight, so good."

Jack leant to capture Will's lips as he began to thrust.

Will's hands roamed over the muscular back and shoulders, his lips seeking any flesh he could reach.

"Take me, my Captain," Will husked. "Make me yours."

Jack growled at the submissive words, so at odds with the confident, independent young man who was the 'Pearl's' first mate and onship blacksmith. Only Jack saw Will needy, begging, and submissive; just as only Will saw the real Jack Sparrow. Jack began to thrust hard and deep wanting to give Will the pleasure the younger man wanted; the pleasure only Jack had or would ever give him. 

"Want your essence in me, Jack," Will moaned.

"Don't worry, my lovely," Jack crooned. "Ol' Jack knows what you need and he'll give it to ye." Will's hands caressed the pirate's nipples and Jack felt liquid fire in his loins. He reached between them, pulling at Will's hard shaft in time with the strokes to Will's hidden jewel and the boy erupted beneath him screaming his joy. His roar, just seconds later heralded Jack's own joy as his seed pulsed deep into the beloved body. He leant down, sucking hard at a succulent morsel of Will's throat to leave his boy marked outside as well as inside.

For long minutes they lay entwined, enjoying the comfortable, close contact. They mourned the loss of Jack's softening flesh from Will's safe harbour. Will peppered kisses across Jack's face until the older pirate's stomach rumbled. Will laughed as Jack swatted the pert, naked bottom.

"Breakfast, whelp," he growled, the twinkle in his eye belying the words. "Come on, lovely," he added pulling Will to his feet. Laughing, the two men dressed and moved from the cabin to face the new day.

The day progressed as normal, Will spending time in the ship's forge repairing some weaponry before banking down the fire and seeking out his Captain on deck. He frowned at the dark clouds that had gathered and the spots of rain that heralded the onslaught of a storm. He strode to Jack's side at the wheel.

"Storm, Captain?" he asked.

"Aye, luv," Jack growled, kissing his love quickly, briefly pulling him to his side. He then pushed Will between his body and the wheel pf the 'Pearl', moulding himself possessively to the lithe body. Storms were something of an aphrodisiac to the seasoned pirate.

"Will you tend to me if I fall prey to sea-sickness, my Captain," Will whispered seductively leaning his head back on Jack's shoulder.

"Aye, luv" Jack leered. "I have an unfailing cure for mal de mer," Jack pressed a noticeable bulge against Will's taut backside. Will ground back earning himself a muttered "Teasing whelp." Jack's hands left the wheel in Will's care as they gripped the boy's slender hips. "I'll take real good care of ye below decks," he added, nipping at the nape of Will's neck. "Wait here a minute."

Jack moved away from the wheel to make his final orders as lightening and thunder rolled around the ship. Light and noise almost simultaneous.

Will smiled despite the rain. Jack was even more beautiful to Will's eyes when so in command. He felt his breeches tighten in anticipation. An inner sense made him glance upwards at another flash and bang and the young man saw part of the rigging snap free, falling to where Jack and Gibbs stood oblivious. Will's voice was lost in the sounds of the storm and so he hurtled himself towards the two men, shouting for them to get clear.

Jack and Gibbs turned to see Will racing panic-stricken towards them, but couldn't make out his warning. Will pushed Jack into Gibbs sending the older men to the floor as the rigging swung down. Will felt a searing pain in his shoulder seconds before a blow so hard to the back of his head he was unconscious before falling face first onto the deck of the 'Pearl'.

"Will!" Jack screamed the younger man's name. He pulled the broken wood from Will's back, wincing as he saw the broken edge had speared Will's left shoulder. He delicately felt the back of Will's head and felt the stickiness that heralded a cut there. Gently he scooped the unconscious form into his arms and carried him to his cabin.

Gibbs brought water and helped as Jack stripped the unconscious young man before going to man the wheel of the 'Pearl'. Before he reached the door, he heard Jack's voice.

"Why?" Jack asked harshly, eyes bright with unshed tears.

"Because he loves ye, Jack," Gibbs replied softly. "Because you would do no different loving him."

"Take care of 'Pearl'," Jack said to the older man. "She'll feel it too. She wouldn't have meant harm to me boy."

Gibbs nodded, leaving the two men.

Will murmured and shifted restlessly in unconsciousness. Jack crooned lullabies as he cleaned and tended the wounds. They were lucky, they could have been so much worse.

"Jack?" a small voice came from his pale-faced lover. "Sorry, feel sick."

Without hesitation, Jack held his beautiful boy while Will vomited, rubbing his back and soothing him gently. When all was left were dry heaves, Jack lowered Will carefully. He wiped the too pale face tenderly.

"Sleep,luv," he ordered. "I'll keep watch."

Jack permitted a small smile as Will clasped his hand and slid into a healing sleep.

By morning, a sore, but recovering blacksmith-cum-pirate gently kissed his protective mate. Jack had fallen asleep on Will's chest. Their hands were still clasped and the tenderness of the gesture touched Will deeply.

"Morning, Captain," he said huskily.

"Will, luv," Jack muttered sleepily, then the evening's events came into his mind and his head shot up. "How're you feeling?" He handed Will some water who swallowed it gratefully.

"A little sore, but much better. Thank you for taking care of me." Will smiled as Jack traced the bruised cheek.

"That wasn't how I planned on taking care o'ye," Jack muttered before he could stop the words, disappointment warring with the concern in his eyes.

"Then come here," purred Will.

"Yer hurt," Jack hesitated.

"I'll be more hurt if don't come and take care of me, love," Will said sincerely.

With a whimper, Jack stripped and slid into their bunk, his hands roaming over as much of Will's warm silky flesh as he could touch, whilst his mouth kissed feverishly.

"Gently, love," Will gasped. "I'm here, I'm safe. I want you to love me, but you need to be gentle."

"Sorry, Treasure," Jack breathed. "I was so scare o'losing ye."

"You didn't. 'Pearl' looked out for me."

At that comment, Jack couldn't prevent the sob breaking free and for a few moments the two men held each other whispering promises of love and devotion.

Finally, Jack recovered enough for his caresses to become arousing rather than comforting and for warmth to become heat. Jack's hand found Will's half-hard shaft and pumped it to full arousal, his own rock hard and needing no further stimulation.

Jack manoeuvred around Will so the young man lay on his good side and Jack licked and nipped his neck and shoulders and his fingers traced the cleft of smooth buttocks before caressing the tiny rosebud. Slicking his fingers, Jack prepared Will as quickly as he could, desperate to be inside his young lover and assure himself Will really was unharmed and still with him.

As he pressed his oiled flesh at Will's entrance, the younger man pushed back to meet the welcome invasion and the two men moaned aloud their pleasure at their delayed joining. Jack held Will still as he thrust deep inside the willing body. Will moaned his pleasure as Jack struck his sweet spot with every thrust into Will's slick heat. He reached around Will's hip, pulling him closer and fisting firm, hot flesh.

All too quickly Jack felt his climax gather and he increased the speed of his hand to bring his young mate with him.

With a joint cry of each other's names, the two men climaxed, Jack's seed going deep inside Will and the young man's seed fountaining over Jack's hand. As Will panted, regaining his breath, Jack licked his hand clean, then came around Will's boneless body to clean the lissom form.

Snuggling together in each other's arms, Will felt warm, safe and secure and Jack felt the cold at the pit of his stomach, that he had barely acknowledged, dissipate. Deciding Gibbs could look after 'Pearl' for a little longer, Jack carefully tucked Will's bruised head under his chin and allowed Will's soft breaths and warmth to lull him into joining the young man in sleep. 



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 06



PotC 6: Dangerous Waters

Captain Jack Sparrow sat downing his rum as the flabby, balding man sitting next to him prattled on. Jack absently mused that the adage about silk purses and sows ears was most appropriate. The man might have the money to be finely dressed, but as to personal hygiene, well, even pirates had their standards. Jack had long since stopped even pretending to be paying attention, but it seemed to have gone unnoticed. Once Jack had contracted to take him and his manservant aboard 'Pearl' for a ridiculous sum that Jack was now doubly gratified to have negotiated, he'd lost all interest in him. A hand touching his arm had him frowning at George Rider who now leant towards him and spoke in conspiring tones.

"Now there's a sight to get the juices flowing, Captain." The portly man spoke with a lascivious leer and licked his thick lips.

Jack half turned as one of the tavern's wenches sauntered past, but he barely registered her presence as his eyes riveted on the vision of loveliness heading in their direction. Dark curls restrained at the nape of a slender neck, deep brown eyes which were already locked with Jack's hazel orbs, and a slight smile played about the luscious lips. The slender body moved gracefully, a frilled white shirt tucked into tight breeches were set off by the red sash that so aptly matched Jack's bandana. Jack gave a bright, wide smile.

Had the older man not been so enthralled by the approach of his living treasure Will Turner, he might have seen that it had not been the tavern wench that had caught George Rider's avaricious eyes.

"Come and sit, Mr Turner," Jack said magnanimously. He stood, sketching an exaggerated bow and then indicated the place at his side between himself and his passenger. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr Rider who has purchased a passage on 'Pearl'. He'll be aboard for the next couple of days." Jack's hand fluttered carelessly in Rider's direction. "Mr Rider, here be Master Will Turner, First Mate and 'Pearl's' blacksmith"

Will's eyes followed Jack's hand and he regarded the man indicated, barely able to suppress his shiver of revulsion. The man's skin was covered in an oily sheen and his cheeks were reddened and blemished. His nose bulbous, the kind Will now associated with those who had spent their lives drinking excessively. His lips were like whale blubber, behind which were poorly tended discoloured teeth. However, it was not the physical appearance that had the young man so discomforted. Rather it was the greedy gleam in watery green eyes. Will had been on the receiving end of many such looks, looks of lust, and he felt the man's eyes slowly undressing him to linger pointedly at the young man's groin. 

In Rider's mind, he already had the young man naked, on hands and knees begging for more as he ploughed into him. His eyes bored into the cloth covered groin hoping for some glimpse of the endowments hidden beneath without success. His eyes rose to meet Will's and he saw the flicker of apprehension, before the calm, confident façade was back in place.

"A pleasure indeed," he spoke in a nasally whine. As he extended his hand, his eyes again devoured the sight of Will's body.

Will dutifully sat as indicated, realising Jack would not have been able to see the byplay. He contented himself with sitting pressed as close as possible into his lover's side. Oblivious to Will's predicament, Jack dropped a hand to Will's thigh and squeezed gently. Will was grateful for the attention and focused away from Rider. He sighed as he felt the solid body of his older lover. He met Jack's eyes and smiled, silent communication passing between the two men.

Neither saw that Rider's eyes had noted the path of Jack's hand and how it navigated the expanse of toned thigh. Rider gave a mental smile. He had heard the rumours that Sparrow was one more for the men than the women and it seemed as though the young man at their table was one of the pirate's whores. He was certain that a small bag of gold coins would ensure he spent his journey in the company of a pretty boy.

****

In their cabin, Will dismissed Rider from his mind. There was no reason to unduly worry his possessive mate. Jack would doubtless go storming, cutlass swinging, dreadlocks flying if Will gave any indication of Rider's behaviour. Instead the young man focussed on the feeling having Jack between his widespread thighs elicited. He gave a low groan as Jack's talented mouth laved at his sac before swallowing one orb then the other. Will panted wetly as Jack nibbled delicately at the base of Will's erect mast. Then Jack's tongue sailed across Will's shaved pubis, pausing occasionally to suck gently and leave a small mark of his passage. Will slid his arms under his knees, lifting and spreading himself as Jack delved deeper, the pirate's calloused hands cupping Will's nether cheeks and spreading him wider.

Jack gazed with pleasure and possession at the tiny pink portal displayed for his delectation. The older man was no fool, although he often acted as one. He'd noticed Will's discomfort in Rider's presence. For now he was going to bring joy to his Treasure and then find out what had disturbed him so. With a feral grin, Jack navigated across the small strait of skin between Will's sac and the entrance to his body. His tongue sailed around the small pucker waiting as it pulsed in silent invitation and then dived inside. He thrust into the velvet walls pressing his face hard against the toned buttocks relishing each and every incoherent plea and mewl Will made at the intimate ravishment. He released one cheek to fumble at his side and then an oil-slickened finger slid deep into Will's molten heat as Jack's tongue continued to lay siege to the stretched port. It took little time for Jack to have three fingers possessing Will's body, stroking expertly over his boy's sweet spot till Will begged to be filled by more.

"You, Jack, ah, ah, God, please, Jack. Take me, claim me, let me feel you."

"Just as ye wish, Treasure," Jack growled.

Jack slid his aching rod inside Will's prepared sheath and groaned as his flesh was enveloped in tight, wet heat. The slender channel grasped tightly at Jack's shaft and the older man pushed until he was fully docked, his sac pressed hard against his lover's.

"Mine, Will," Jack said his voice like dark silk. "Always, ever mine."

"Yours, Jack." Will panted. "Show me how much. Come inside me, love."

Jack's hands and teeth circumnavigated Will's body as his hips thrust hard and fast, pounding Will's hidden jewel without mercy. Will writhed and wailed as Jack assailed every sensual weakness of his lover. Teeth nipped and sucked at succulent, cinnamon nipples. His tongue caressed the large chocolate areola. His hands stroked the golden, silken skin.

Will wrapped his long legs around Jack's waist meeting every advance of Jack's hips with a countermove of his own. One arm held Jack's shoulder, the other anchored in the bigger man's dreadlocks. Each strike to his sweet spot sent dulcet bolts throughout Will's body and he became a creature of pure sensation, aware of nothing other than the man who brought his body to the pinnacle of release again and again. Finally his completion whirled like a maelstrom throughout Will's body. He convulsed in his pleasure, screaming Jack's name over and over as his release anointed their sweat-sheened bodies.

Jack knew he was getting close and refused to reach his zenith without his mate. He delved deeper, harder, faster, hips pistoning ruthlessly until he felt the tightness that heralded Will's imminent release. As Will's screams rent the air, they were harmonised by the roar of the pirate captain in his own climax. Pulse after pulse of wet heat flowed into Will's spasming channel and Jack was dimly aware of the moan of unbridled passion as he filled his young lover's body with liquid passion.

An eternity later Will came to his senses to feel Jack's tongue laving over his groin and chest as his mate cleaned all traces of Will's pearlescent seed. Will reached to stroke Jack's hair and Jack flowed gracefully to loom over the slender form. He leant down and Will moaned softly at the sweet, tender kiss Jack bestowed. Jack moved to hover over Will's left breast. He kissed it before sucking hard and leaving a mark of his possession.

"Ye like to wear my marks, Treasure?" Jack asked huskily.

"Yes, Jack," Will said quietly. "I like knowing I'm yours. I like others to know it, too."

"If anyone else were to touch ye, love, they'd spend the short time they had left on this earth regretting it and fearing the vengeance of Jack Sparrow."

Will gazed into Jack's eyes and saw the truth therein, this was no idle threat. 

"No one but you has ever touched me, love," Will assured. "Although there are those who look."

"Mr Rider among them?" Jack asked with a deep feral growl. "Never hide anything from me, Treasure. I cannot protect ye if I don't know, savvy? Won't ye tell me, Sweet William?"

Will allowed Jack to manoeuvre them to cradle him at the older man's chest. Will tenderly stroked a small dark nub and the light dusting of hair on his mate's battle-scarred chest.

"I feel foolish being concerned by a look," Will confessed quietly. "Rider made me feel ... uneasy, nothing more. I disliked his eyes on my body. I felt he was trying to see what is for your eyes only. You must think me an idiot." Will buried his face into Jack's neck as strong arms wrapped tightly around him.

"I trust yer instincts, Treasure," Jack assured. "If ye want the man kept in his cabin I'll arrange it."

"No, Jack," Will said decisively. "It's a short voyage, just two more nights and I can avoid the man by working on deck or in my forge. I can deal with this, please let me, Jack."

"As if I could refuse ye, angel. But if he does ought else... a touch, a word... anything at all, I want yer promise ye'll tell me." Jack moved so that his face was level with Will's and he locked gazed with his beloved boy. "Promise," he repeated.

"I promise, Jack," Will smiled. "Now hold me tight and safe in your arms where I belong."

"A Captain commanded by his First Mate," Jack lamented. "What is the world a-coming to?" he asked to Will's musical giggle. He settled with Will's curly head just under his chin, a slim arm around Jack's waist and a smooth honeyed thigh between his own deeper bronzed legs. He felt Will wriggle a little and then warm moistness enveloped his nipple and Jack cradled his lover's head as Will suckled and nuzzled.

"Love you, Jack," Will whispered releasing his prize as lassitude overwhelmed him.

"And I you, Treasure," Jack vowed. But for the pirate captain, sleep was a long time coming.

****

The next day dawned bright and clear and Jack prayed for a good wind to shorten the journey. He invited Rider and his man on deck to enjoy the fair weather and to surreptitiously study them. The servant was the low intelligent brawn that denoted a bodyguard rather than true servant; the type that obeyed without question that Jack had seen many times before. He deeply regretted how easily he had been swayed by the glint of golden coins. Will had excellent instincts and if Rider made him uneasy then Jack was worried. Jack's focus on the pair waned as the wind picked up and he became engrossed in steering his ship. As such, he failed to notice Rider slip away, leaving his servant where he had been placed earlier in the day.

Will wiped at the sweat on his brow as he finished the last of his metal work for the day and banked down his forge. His eyes flicked to the mini-'Pearl' bath and down at his naked, sweat-damp torso. Once Rider was off their ship, Will wondered if Jack might like to bathe under the stars with him. An unrecognised noise had him turning to his door.

Rider stood leering unabashed at the half naked beauty before him. The boy's skin glistened with sweat and glowed with the forge's heat. Some grime streaked the otherwise flawless vision adding a debauched appearance to the earthbound angel. His eyes also saw the mark at the boy's breast and other such marks that were paler and dotted haphazardly over his chest and throat.

"You like your captain to be a little rough, boy?" Rider smirked.

"Whether or not I have any relationship is none of your business, Mr Rider," Will said decisively. "This forge is off-limits to passengers. Please be so good as to leave immediately."

"Not before we've discussed a private transaction, boy," Rider said advancing on Will slowly. He stopped a scant foot away from the younger man and tossed a small bag at Will.

Instinctively Will caught the bag and felt it held coins. He frowned at Rider.

"All for you, boy," Rider said, his voice becoming husky with growing lust. "Captain Sparrow need never know you've earned a little on the side. Just use that pretty mouth and spread those thighs for me and there may be a further reward for you."

Disgust flooded Will and his colour rose. As the younger man reacted to the foul words, Rider moved faster than his appearance suggested was possible and Will was pressed hard against his anvil. Greasy hands pawed at his naked chest and a fetid tongue thrust greedily into his mouth. Employing a trick he had learnt from Jack, Will managed to ram a solid knee into his attacker's crotch.

As Rider clutched at jewels that now throbbed with pain rather than arousal, Will reached for his sword and pointed it at the gasping man. Will threw the coins back to Rider who caught the bag with one hand, the other still holding his groin.

"You will regret that, boy," Rider's threat was a pained wheeze.

"I think not," Will said defiantly. 

"Do you think your captain will refuse such a bag for your use?" Rider retaliated.

"I am prepared to let you still walk from this forge," Will replied with a grim smile. "However, I can assure you that if you make such a proposition to Captain Sparrow you would not live long enough to regret your words."

Something of the boy's defiant stance and confident speech unnerved Rider. Part of him still found it impossible to believe a pirate would refuse gold for the boy's body, but at that moment he decided not to pursue it further. A sly idea wormed its way into Rider's tainted mind. He smirked as he stood up straight, pocketed his bag and swept from the room.

Will sagged with relief as he left, but lifted his sword again at another noise. It was lowered almost as quickly as Jack strode into the forge. Will allowed himself to be swept into the strong embrace.

"Ye spoke true, Treasure," Jack growled. "If he offers me coins to lay filthy hands on your body 'twill be his last act on this earth."

"You heard?" Will sighed.

"Aye. Enough to let ye chase him away."

"Take me to our cabin Jack. I want to clean myself and I need your touch upon me."

"Did he touch ye?" Jack asked menacingly. Jack hadn't seen what had transpired, arriving as Will had defended himself. His eyes blazed with fury.

"An attempted kiss for which his more personal jewels paid a heavy price." Will said grimly.

"'S'truth?" Jack persisted, pulling Will tighter and feeling Will's head nestle against his shoulder.

"Aye, my Captain," Will assured nuzzling Jack's bejewelled ear. "He'll feel the imprint of my knee for some time to come."

Jack moved to cover Will's mouth with his own. His tongue plundered the warm wet cavern as he felt Will surrender immediately. He held Will's head at the perfect angle to pillage, the other at the base of the younger man's spine. His groin ground shamelessly into the younger man till he felt their matching hardnesses rub together.

"Let me love ye, Treasure," Jack murmured.

"Yes, Jack," Will begged.

The two men moved as one and Jack was grateful none of his crew happened upon them. Will had forgone replacing his shirt in their mutual eagerness to get to their cabin and he wanted nobody to see his beautiful boy, *his* lover.

Once safely behind the locked door, Jack pinned Will against it, their mouths duelling in a battle neither could lose as his hands undid the lace to his lover's breeches. Jack's mouth dropped random kisses over skin that tasted of fire and of the sea before sucking hungrily at a small nub.

Jack dropped to his knees yanking Will's breeches with him. As his hands completed denuding his boy, his tongue began an erotic assault on the risen shaft that bobbed gracefully before him. He laved at the sensitive underside and gnawed gently on the glans before trying to delve his tongue into the tiny slit devouring Will's intoxicating pre-come. He needed to have Will's essence and sucked insistently at the head of the younger man's engorged sex as Will writhed against the door, his strong hands holding tight to Jack's broader shoulders. Jack slid his hands around Will's buttocks urging the boy to thrust. He hummed his approval as Will panted and cried, his hips thrusting his erection into wet heat. Jack pulled the taut globes apart and rubbed at Will's entrance, the tip of his finger slipping inside. It was more than his lover could stand. Jack devoured every precious drop of his mate's seed as Will pumped helplessly into Jack's rapacious maw.

As Will sagged, Jack surged to his feet and swept his lover into his arms to lay him tenderly in the centre of their bunk. As much as a primal side of Jack's nature wanted to plunder and possess, the more civilised side of him wanted Will to know how treasured and cherished he was. Jack wanted to love his angel.

Will watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Jack stripped, displaying his broad physique and muscles born of the hard life aboard ship and years of swordplay. As Jack removed the last of his clothing, Will spread his legs wide, canting his hips, to offer himself to his dominant mate.

Jack spread himself over Will's body, cradled against Will's pelvis as Will's fingers traced over his back and down to his buttocks. Jack began to ravish Will's nipples, tweaking and rolling with fingers whichever taut teat was bereft of his mouth and teeth. One of Will's hands moved to hold Jack's head as he arched his chest into the erotic assault. Jack began a slow southerly descent of the honey-tinted topography. He explored the ridges of Will's hips, navigated around the small indent at Will's navel, diving in with his tongue to plunder it ruthlessly. His teeth waged a skirmish with prominent hip bones before he finally reached his desired destination.

"Want to taste all of ye, treasure," Jack husked.

"Yes, Jack," Will moaned and rose gracefully to his knees. 

Jack watched avidly as the beautiful boy knelt before him. His head pillowed on folded arms and long, smooth legs spread wide. Jack felt pride, possession and protectiveness sweep through him. Nobody but him saw Will naked and spread, vulnerable and needy, sated and sleeping in post-coital bliss. All of this was his and his alone. His eyes devoured the sight of Will's hidden entrance displayed for him. His tongue slid along the downy declivity. Then he circled his objective, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The guardian muscle was as yet closed to him, but Jack was patient and knew he could breach this defence as he continued to rim the perimeter. His opening salvo was a volley of short jabs from his folded tongue. His reward was an enticing rotation of slender hips from his lover. As Will mindlessly pushed back seeking deeper contact, under a second volley of jabs the rose flowered and Jack furled his tongue and pushed home. Will panted and moaned as strong hands held tight to his buttocks and he pushed back taking the moist invader as deep inside himself as he could. Inside the gates of paradise Jack tasted and teased the smooth velvet walls. 

"More, Jack, please more," Will wailed as Jack's tongue wetted and opened him. He ululated as fingers joined tongue and Jack prepared him for boarding. Will gave a sigh of pleasure as the thick head of Jack's primed weapon nudged at his needy entrance.




Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 06



"My Will, my Treasure, mine, mine, mine," Jack descended into a mindless chant as he sank deep in tight heat and began to thrust. His grip of the slender hips would leave tell-tale bruising and the primal part of his soul screamed its approval. He draped over the strong, slender back, biting and sucking, rotating his hips to cries and pleas that spilt from Will's sweet lips. Jack attempted to fulfil them all: 'more... harder... deeper.' The satin walls caressed his long hard length and the older man knew he would soon discharge. He angled himself and another ululation told him his aim was true. Harder, faster, both men moved in concert to give and receive pleasure, to possess and be possessed. Jack's masterful hand took charge of Will's organ: pulling, stroking, tweaking at the head until Will's warm wetness overflowed and his name echoed around the cabin from his lover's hoarse throat. At the brutal contraction of Will's tight sheath, Jack erupted. His seed flooded his beloved's willing body. He followed Will down as the younger man lost the ability to remain upright, Jack's hips continuing to pump desultorily as his sac emptied into the man he adored.

Long minutes passed, Jack still pumped dryly, trying to keep his sex harboured in Will's sweet body for as long as he could. Finally nature would not be denied and he softened enough to be cast adrift from the safe haven. Both men mourned the loss of their intimate connection. Turning on their sides, Jack sighed as Will burrowed into the safety of his arms.

"I love you," Will murmured kissing the pirate's throat.

"I love ye, Treasure," Jack replied kissing the top of Will's head. He drew the covers around him to cut them off from the rest of the world. "Sleep awhile, angel," he encouraged, stroking the satiny skin of Will's back. As Jack held tight to his precious bundle, Jack mused on the course he would need to take.

****

Will finished in his forge and smiled at the way that Jack had found himself 'just passing' to see how Will was doing many times throughout the day. It was a kind and loving side of Jack that Will was privileged to know was reserved for him. His heart had swelled even more with love for the older man. He eyed the bath again. Even if they didn't move it onto the deck, he wondered if Jack would like to share a bath with him later that evening.

Putting his shirt back on he re-checked all was well and headed to join Jack at 'Pearl's' wheel. As he approached a stairwell, Rider appeared from the shadows in front of him.

"Let me past, Mr Rider," Will growled, his voice low and deadly. "You have already had the only answer you will have to your odious suggestion." Despite Will's bravado, the younger man was uneasy at the smug leer that seemed painted on the older man's hideous face. As Will made to move forward a stunning blow to the base of his skull dropped Will to his knees. His sword was wrenched from his side as a heavy hand wound tightly into Will's curls dragging him to his feet with a pained groan. Once upright a thick arm wrapped around his throat, forcing Will to stretch onto the tips of his toes to still breathe.

"You need a lesson in humility, boy," Rider wheezed laughingly.

Will choked as fists drove brutally into his unprotected stomach. He wanted to double over, but the arm around his neck kept him upright. Another blow, this time to Will's genitals had spots dancing before the young man's eyes. Finally a backhanded blow rendered Will unconscious. As Will slumped in Rider's servant's grip a pattering was heard.

"Did you hear that?" Rider asked.

"Rats," came the rumbled response.

Rider returned his attention to the helpless man his servant held and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"Bring him. Quickly."

In Rider's cabin, the servant used rough rope to bind Will's hands with unnecessary tightness and secure them to the rail at the head of the bunk as Rider directed. Cloth had been shoved into Will's mouth and then bound tightly around his head by Will's own red sash to keep him silent. Rider had left the long legs unfettered. He wanted to take the boy on his back and then face down. He was certain between the two of them he and his servant could cope with thrashing legs. He straddled the helpless man ripping open the shirt to touch the body he'd been earlier denied. A small bag of coins was on his locker. Rider was confident that when Sparrow saw the generous offering he'd overlook a little rough treatment to the whore Rider intended to enjoy.

He unlaced Will's breeches, but left them in place whilst he began to tackle his own as Will started to recover consciousness. The fear in the expressive brown eyes was a potent aphrodisiac for the would-be rapist and he quickly withdrew his erect flesh.

The servant hid his grin at the sight of his master's puny weapon. The boy might not want it within him, but it was of such small dimensions it was likely to cause little damage even if his master took him dry. What would cause most pain was the full weight of the bulky male using his weight to pound into the restrained young man. The servant licked his lips. The boy was attractive enough. If he was lucky and Rider particularly angry, he might be allowed his own taste of the young man's flesh.

"I'll soon be inside you, boy," Rider leered at the thrashing Will. "I thought I'd wait till you were awake before removing your britches. Assist me!" he snapped at his servant. 

Will screamed behind his gag as his legs were pinned as effectively as his hands and Rider began to tug down all that remained between Will and his nudity before his aggressor. As the curls that adorned just the base of Will's flesh came into view, Rider paused to stroke himself lewdly.

The door slammed open and Jack Sparrow stood in the doorway. Gone was the half-drunk amiable man Rider knew. In his place was a grim-face avenger who seemed to fill the whole of the doorway in which he stood. His eyes were as cold and deadly as the flintlocks he held in each hand. 

The left discharged and Rider watched as his servant crumpled to the floor. With one hand he stuffed his deflated organ back into his breeches and with the other Rider pointed at the bag.

"It's gold," he babbled, his corpulent body shaking with fear. "It's for the time I would have the boy. I wouldn't expect to be allowed to have him without paying you." Rider gave a moan as flames of fury now danced in Jack's eyes and he belatedly realised what he had said was the final nail in his coffin.

"No one touches what's mine." Jack's voice was cold and hard, devoid of humanity.

Even as Rider attempted to raise his hand to the pirate, the second gun discharged and Rider pitched backwards. Jack moved swiftly forward to pull the corpse away from his distraught lover. "Get this garbage off my ship, Mr Gibbs, Roland," he commanded as he sliced through the bonds holding Will and began to remove the gag. As the bodies were dragged from the room, he pulled a silently sobbing lover into his protective embrace. "Master Ratseyes," Jack called. He gave a grim smile to the dwarf who poked his head round the door's beam. The face was pock-marked from smallpox, but the man's eyes were bright and held both compassion and intelligence. "Will and I thank ye for yer sharp eyes and ears and yer swift feet. The bag on the locker be yer reward for keeping me Treasure safe. Anything else of value ye find in here is to be shared amongst the crew, savvy?"

"Aye, Cap'n Sparrow." The man's voice was surprisingly deep. Under the captaincy of Jack Sparrow Ratseyes had found a welcome and a place to call his own. He smiled as Jack swept his young lover into his arms. He hoped the boy would recover swiftly, watching compassionately as Jack strode away.

****

Will lay in Jack's arms as warm water lapped around their bodies. Jack had arranged for their bath to be filled as he had meticulous checked Will's body for damage. Now they were locked in Will's forge, Roland and Josh at the end of the corridor just for Jack's peace of mind even though he had dealt personally with Will's attackers. Jack smiled as Will craned his neck and Jack bestowed the kiss his lover craved. His hands drifted gently over Will's body, allowing the younger man to recover from the brutal attack. If they did nothing more than lie here in each other's arms Jack would be content.

"Sorry ye were hurt, Treasure," Jack murmured in between open-mouthed kisses to smooth caramel-coloured skin at Will's shoulders.

"Were it not for your foresight I would have suffered greater hurt, love," Will whispered. "It is thanks to you that I remain untouched by any other. Thank you."

"Master Ratseyes moves unnoticed by many aboard 'Pearl'." Jack said with a grim satisfaction.

"I will give him my personal thanks another time." Will added fervently. "Thank you for guarding me so well, Jack."

"We are each other's guardians, love. Never feel ye have to face a battle alone," Jack said nuzzling Will's temple. "Come to me, love. Always come to me. Promise me, Will."

"I promise, Jack," Will said. "As you must promise me. No heroics or self-sacrifice. Each other's guardians."

"I promise. Love," Jack said, tears glistening in his eyes. To know Will would defend him as he would the younger man. No one but this incredibly special young man had ever offered, or given, the pirate so much; his love, his heart, his body and Jack vowed to keep all safe and cherished.

Will moved, sending water cascading to the floor. He straddled Jack's legs and, holding Jack's face in his hands, kissed the older man deeply. Releasing Jack's face, but not stopping the kiss, Will allowed his hands to roam over the strong planes of Jack's muscles and stroke at the older man's rapidly filling organ. "Need you," Will murmured, his lips dancing over Jack's face to taste eyes, nose, cheekbones. "Need you to love me. Want to see you when I close my eyes."

Jack groaned as his flesh was stroked into full hardness. He reached for his mate and reciprocated the touch. The water around them pitched and foamed as passions rose. Jack pressed two fingers into Will's nether opening as they continued to kiss and stroke. He thrust his tongue deep into Will's willing mouth as the younger man rode his delving digits. As they parted to gulp in air, Jack pulled Will close and fed ravenously at Will's breasts. His fingers rotated as Will thrust back eagerly, their twin lengths sliding together in their own erotic dance.

Will knelt up reaching behind for Jack's erection and positioned it at his entrance.

"I love you," he groaned as he lowered himself, impaling his body onto the long, thick staff. 

"Love," Jack moaned devouring Will's mouth as the younger man rode him hard and fast. As Will threw back his head, Jack bit and sucked at the expanse of fragile flesh, marking Will's throat. 

"So good, Jack," Will gasped. "So good, only you, only ever you."

"So tight, so hot, me love, me Treasure. Come for me, Sweet William. Let me see you come as you ride me."

Jack's words combined with firm strikes, like those wielded at his anvil, hitting his hidden jewel had Will shouting Jack's name as his climax wracked his slender form. He heard Jack howling and then his lover's seed was filling him, pulse after pulse, until both men slumped replete.

The lovers eased themselves from the tub and giggled at the amount of water on the floor that seemed to rival that still in the bath. Lovingly they dried each other off and wrapped thick brocade robes around their still tingling bodies. They hastened to their cabin, Jack nodding his silent thanks to Roland and Josh who trailed at a discreet distance. Jack quickly had them nestled together in their bed and spooned tightly against his young lover. Will made a soft sound as he tried to merge his flesh with Jack and was soon asleep. Jack held the young man tight, listening to the rhythmic breathing. Jack's thoughts soon began to sail into uncharted territories. These were not thoughts he'd ever anticipated, but they seemed to sit well as he explored them. He nuzzled at his Treasure's brow. They'd shared some amazing and unexpected adventures before; this would rank at the top. Of course it would need expert strategy, careful negotiation and perfect planning to carry off such an audacious undertaking. He smiled into Will's fragrant curls. This adventure would be memorable for all the right reasons and Will would be there at his side.



Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 07



PotC 7: The Prisoner

Pelaam: July 2007, based on a picture from Millie.

The Prisoner

Will was cold, wet and helpless. A wooden pole was across his shoulders to which his hands were bound with painful and unnecessary tightness. It not only ensured he was incapable of escape but was making his back and shoulders stiff and sore. He staggered forward, once again struggling to maintain his balance as a rough hand shoved him hard. But as bad as being cold, wet and helpless was, worse still was him not knowing whether his lover was alive. As he struggled along, his mind replayed the morning's events. It already felt a lifetime ago.

****

"We can stop here, stock up on some fresh supplies and water, Treasure," Jack smiled as he wrapped a possessive arm around his lover's slim waist.

"It will be nice to walk upon solid ground awhile," Will said, leaning affectionately into the older man's embrace.

"'Twill be good to have a little ... rest and relaxation, too," Jack added, with a sly glance at the beautiful man at his side.

"And just what did you have in mind, my captain?" Will asked, his voice laced with amusement and warmth.

"You...me...naked," Jack whispered huskily, nipping at the bejewelled lobe that carried a black pearl. The earring was Jack's first gift to his lover and the older man had pierced the ear himself. He let a hand drift southerly to caress taut buttocks.

"*That* is hardly restful," Will said smiling, gently teasing the pirate.

"Ye can rest in me arms afterwards, Treasure," Jack rasped. "I, as yer Captain, will do all the hard work," he added magnanimously.

Will couldn't suppress the giggle that escaped and then gave an indignant yelp as Jack's swift fingers tweaked the flesh he'd been caressing. He moved, but Jack's counter-move was faster. Will was quickly encircled in Jack's strong arms and their lips met. As the kiss deepened, the younger man sighed and ceded to the man who was captain of his heart.

Jack immediately recognised Will's surrender and took control of the kiss. His tongue invaded Will's mouth unopposed and briefly duelled with his mate's before sucking the defeated organ into his own mouth to complete its ravishment. He reached behind Will's head to manoeuvre his young lover to his own aesthetic taste and resumed his plundering of the warm, wet cavern. Only when certain he had recommitted to memory every nuance of Will's sweet mouth did Jack release his dark beauty. He smiled at the flushed face, the red, kiss-swollen lips and the desire darkened eyes.

"I love you, Jack," Will panted. "I love you so much."

"Me most precious Treasure," Jack husked. "I love ye, Will Turner. Now and always, savvy?"

"Savvy" Will smiled.

On the island, Jack ensured a discreet distance between Will and himself and the rest of his crew. Jack lay naked on the sheet they'd brought and watched appreciatively as his lover stripped for his delectation. Will retained his natural slender build, but new muscles had joined those created at the forge, and through swordplay, beneath the golden skin. As Will's shirt fluttered to the ground, Jack's eyes devoured the sight of the pierced left nipple. This, too, held a black pearl and Jack licked at his lips remembering how he had gotten the delicious nub hard and ready to pierce. Then Will was unlacing his breeches. Jack's smile grew wider at the sultry look from his once demure young lover. He was tantalised with glimpses of Will's shaved pubis before the young man turned seemingly modestly away. Then, as the breeches shimmied down past slender hips, Will purposely bent down slowly to remove them, granting his lover a crow's nest's view of the snug harbour Jack would soon be at anchor within. 

"Teasing whelp," Jack growled as his shaft ached and leaked. He smiled at the musical laughter from his mate. He was pleased that in the time they had been lovers Will had become less inhibited and now would sometimes initiate lovemaking. Jack remained dominant, however. Will loved being taken as much as Jack loved to take his beloved boy. As Will knelt at Jack's side, the pirate stroked his love's fully risen mast. "Yer so beautiful, Treasure," he breathed. "So very beautiful." He pulled Will down for a kiss, suddenly impatient for skin-to-skin contact.

He straddled the golden, nude form, staring possessively and appreciatively at his living treasure-trove. He bent to take the coffee-hued nipple adorned with the insignia that proclaimed Will as his. He tugged at the ring, pleased to hear the tender cries of pleasure spilling from his love's lips. His tongue darted back and forth through the ring eliciting soft mewls. Jack's fingers circumnavigated the other dark island in the smooth, silken sea. He drifted southerly with his tongue, circling the small indent at Will's navel, occasionally dipping inside as Will moaned and writhed. Lower still, he dropped open-mouthed kisses on the shaved pubis before sucking ardently to raise a banner of his possession. He lapped at the pool of his lover's liquid desire before his attention became focused on the rose-hued shaft that lay hard and hot on Will's abdomen. He pulled back the foreskin to lave at the red, glistening glans. He bathed the smooth dome with tiny licks, probing insistently at the slit to encourage the addictive liquor. Beneath him Will squirmed and groaned as Jack expertly loved him. One of Will's hands was fisted in the pirate's dreadlocks, a pain Jack relished, the other was either balled in the sheet or roved over the skin of Jack's naked back.

"Ah, Jack...love," Will panted, as his lover's wickedly talented tongue followed the twisting trail of the vein on the sensitive underside of his shaft. A guttural groan accompanied Jack bathing Will's almost hairless sac. "Jack, ah, Jack...can't... can't hold back, ohhh... lover." Will's words became increasingly disjointed and then an incoherent keening as Jack's hot, wet mouth enveloped his manhood. Heat that had pooled low in his belly began to radiate outwards, enveloping Will in a maelstrom of pleasure. Bright lights danced before his eyes and his hips surged upwards as his crème filled Jack's mouth.

Jack used his greater body weight to prevent Will's hips from thrusting too deep as his lover's living essence poured into his demanding mouth. Jack drank the intoxicating nectar greedily, not releasing his prize until certain Will was fully spent. He leant back to admire the lithe man, boneless in his bliss, and licked his lips appreciatively. He moved to stretch out between Will's spread thighs as his lover reached for him.

They traded long, slow, loving kisses, Jack's arousal pressing insistently into Will's body. The pirate wanting to wait until Will had recovered before assuaging his desire. He relished the fact he could make Will spill again and again, proud that he had such an effect on his beloved beauty. As Jack moved his kisses to Will's jaw and neck, his fingers crept to the salve he had brought. As he paid homage to Will's irresistible cinnamon nubs, paying special attention to the pierced teat, his fingers slid to Will's downy declivity. He teased gently at the tightly furled flesh. Will's soft moans and pleas of 'More, please love, more,' spurred on the older man and soon Jack was sucking ardently at Will's resurgent flesh as three fingers teased Will's hidden jewel.

Finally both men had reached the limits of their patience. Will hooked his legs over his arms to display his aching void to his lover.

"Take me, Jack, love me." 

His words were both a demand and a plea, neither of which Jack could resist. Jack aimed his primed weapon at his glistening target. In one swift, smooth, fluid motion, Jack sank deep into molten heat. His aim was true, Will moaning softly as the shaft rubbed against his sweet spot. As the tightness eased, Jack surged again and again into the narrow strait. He growled his approval as Will wrapped long, slender limbs around his hips, allowing Jack to sail deeper.

"God above, I love ye, Will Turner," he ground out, as his hips pounded into Will's welcoming body.

"Love you, love you," Will panted. "Ah, Jack, so good, so close."

"Spill for me, luv," Jack urged. "Let me see yer joy."

Will's undulating wail echoed around them as he reached his zenith. Pleasure crested at an unimagined heights and then wave after wave crashed through the slender form. Dimly, Will heard Jack's bellow heralding his climax. His lover's hot juices flowed forth, filling Will voluptuously. Finally, both men were sated and spent. Will murmured wordlessly as Jack rolled their bodies and Will draped himself languorously over his mate. 

"Me own sweet, precious Treasure," Jack rasped, stroking Will's luxurious curls. He smiled as Will nestled closer, careful not to dislodge the shaft still anchored in his sheath.

"Captain of my heart," Will murmured drowsily. Warm, loved, cherished, Will drifted into safe sleep.

It was late that afternoon that they were attacked. Silent and swift, another crew of pirates attacked those of the "Black Pearl'. Jack and Will, who had re-joined their men, instantly drew their swords to help protect those of their men who were unarmed. In the melee that ensued, the lovers were parted, each losing sight of the other. Will, engaged with two attackers, failed to see the third. A stunning blow to the base of his skull dropped him to his knees. His sword was dashed from his hand and he was dragged, unable to resist, into the foliage. He was shoved onto his stomach and a pole was pressed behind his neck to which his hands were tied with painful tightness. He recognised his helplessness with a sinking heart. He was dragged roughly to his feet and his assailant, his head encased in a leather skullcap, his body shirtless, pushed his face aggressively in Will's so they were but an inch apart. His face was oriental and set in a frozen tableau of dominance.

"Give me trouble and you'll regret it," he spat, in a cold, hard voice. 

Will didn't resist the shove that propelled him forward. As rain began to fall, the young man felt colder from fear for the safety of his lover than concern over what would happen to him.

****

Will was brought sharply into the present by the stinging slap to his face.

"Answer me when I speak to you, boy. Where is Jack Sparrow?" 

Will blinked and stared at his abuser. Cold dark eyes glared at him from a cruel face framed by dark hair, topped by a hat. The man was bigger and broader than Will and exuded an air of menace and brutality. Will lifted his chin pugnaciously and met his abductor's eyes levelly.

"I know nothing of Captain Sparrow's whereabouts. The cowardly attack by your men meant I was separated from the rest of the crew."

The other man's eyes narrowed as he regarded his prisoner and a pitiless smile began to spread across his face. Stepping back he drew his sword, watching as the slender man before him stiffened. He used the tip to move back the sodden curls to display one ear then the other, taking in the pearl in one lobe. A controlled slash down the soaked tunic split the garment asunder, leaving the pendant Will wore to brush against bare, damp skin. Slowly, he used the sword to reveal one breast and then the other. He nodded at the sight of the adorned nipple.

"Sparrow does so love to use trinkets to adorn what's his," the man said. "Master Will Turner, First Mate and Sparrow's concubine. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Captain Juan Cortez. You are as attractive as the rumours have said. I am certain that if Sparrow lives, he will come seeking the return of such a prize."

"I assure you, sir, I am no man's concubine," Will said coldly. "Put a sword in my hand and I will show you my skill with steel."

"Your reputation precedes you, Will," the man said, silkily whispering the young man's name. "I would not be so foolish." He sauntered forward, rough, unwelcome fingers plucking at Will's nipples which were still hard and erect from the wet and the cold. He tugged at the ring holding the pearl.

"You have shared Sparrow's bed; perhaps I can persuade you to share mine. I have been praised for my ... talents. I can make it most enjoyable," he purred, still playing with the taut teats.

"I will share nothing with you," Will growled. "If I were free I would make you regret such liberties."

The man barked a laugh. His fingers drifted lower. He caressed Will's lax genitals, the soaked pants no protection. He laughed again as Will tried to twist away from him as unwanted touches traced the outline of his endowments.

"If Sparrow is dead you will warm my bed, willing or not." He tugged again at the adorned nipple. "And I will have you wear a more suitable trinket for such an exotic beauty. Take him and secure him," he snapped at Will's oriental assailant. "If he escapes, or is harmed in any way, your life is forfeit."

In a darkened cell, Will groaned as his arms were finally released. They were too stiff and sore to be of use straight away. He bit back the cry of pain as they were pulled roughly over his head to be tied tightly to a thick iron ring embedded in the stone wall. He grunted as his mouth was plundered unexpectedly. He struggled uselessly as his exposed nipples were sucked and bit, rough hands pawing at his groin, squeezing at his unresponsive member.

"You were warned not to harm me," Will ground out.

"If Cortez tires of you, he will give you to pleasure his men. Your life now depends on how much enjoyment you give in bed," the man sneered. "You will need me. I know many tricks to teach you and will enjoy your...lessons." He squeezed the boy's jewels, satisfied only when a pained groan was forced from Will's lips.

As Will was left alone, he fought back the tears. //Please, God// he prayed silently. //Let Jack be safe and remain safe. I care naught for myself, just keep the man I love from harm and ensure he is cared for if I cannot be returned to his side.// Pained, exhausted and fearful for his lover, Will gave in to the greyness that silently beckoned.

A gentle movement and a quiet call of his name had Will's eyes opening.

"Soft, Will," a known and loved voiced whispered. "We do not want to alert any guards."

"Josh," Will whispered to the small blond who was cutting him free, "is Jack safe?"

"Aye. He's here to take revenge on Cortez for the attack and for kidnapping you."

Will rubbed at his wrists and arms, ignoring the abrasions, to get the blood flowing. He then took his sword from the younger man.

"I have to find Jack," he said.

"Jack wanted us to get you away from here," Josh fretted.

"I cannot desert him," Will insisted.

"This way then." Roland's voice husked. "Our men are waiting outside in case this failed. If we don't get out quickly, they will attack."

"Ye took something of more value to me than any gold or jewels," Jack growled menacingly at Cortez, as the two men circled each other. "No man takes me Treasure and lives to speak of it."

"All or nothing, Sparrow," Cortez smiled. "You win you get your whore back. You lose, he becomes mine. I have already had a sample of his sweet body, soft and warm, ripe for the taking," Cortez taunted.

"Will Turner is no man's whore," Jack spat, taking care not to let himself be forced into a rushed move. "He loves me as I love him. A notion unknown by the likes of ye."

"He may never give me his heart, Sparrow, but I will enjoy his body,"

"Only over me dead one," Jack vowed.

The two men met in a clash of steel. Their swords slashed, thrust and parried, each man looking to make a killing blow. Focused on the man before him, Jack failed to notice the skull-capped man sneak in behind him.

Will's tormentor smiled maliciously as he withdrew a knife from his hip. He drew it back ready to throw at Jack's unprotected back and then stiffened. He stared at the steel that protruded from his chest. He coughed and blood spurted from his mouth. He began to sag to the ground. 

"I promised retribution. No man harms Jack Sparrow while I live," Will said coldly.

Almost simultaneously, Jack advanced on his opponent in a spectacular display of swordsmanship. Cortez gave way before him, barely able to keep pace with the attacking moves. With a final, masterful stoke, Jack thrust under the other man's defences, his weapon sinking deep into fragile flesh. He gave a frigid smile of satisfaction as Cortez's sword fell from nerveless fingers.

"No man touches me Treasure," Jack snarled mercilessly.

As Cortez felt his life ebb away, he managed to glance up at where Jack and Will met in an impassioned embrace. His last sight was of the look that passed between the reunited men. //Love// was his last thought.

"Ye were to leave with Roland and Josh," Jack growled, before kissing Will with a passionate possessiveness.

"It is my place to be at your side and my duty to defend your back," Will countered. He grunted softly as Jack ground their mouths together once more. He more than understood the underlying fear of his older lover.

"Let us be gone from this place, Treasure," Jack said, as he broke away from Will's lips. Rejoining Roland and Josh, the men escaped from Cortez's stronghold.

Once aboard 'Pearl', the four men immediately went to their duties. Jack took the wheel and watched as Will strode to and fro, organising the crew to raise the sails to put as much distance between their ship and the island as quickly as possible. Once the ship was making good speed and the crew were settled at their stations, Will finally came to take his place at Jack's side, leaning slightly into the bigger man as the events began to catch up on him.

"Master Roland, take the wheel if ye will. We will make for one of our regular islands. We will also circle it to ensure there are no other visitors there afore us."

"Aye, Captain," Roland said, striding forward with Josh in his wake.

Jack gave both men a grim smile.

"Come, Master Turner," he added, putting a welcome arm around Will's slim waist. "Let us go below."

As the two men entered their cabin, Jack slammed and locked the door before pinning Will against it.

"What did he do to ye, Treasure?" The worry and anxiety that Jack had felt since Cortez's taunting words were finally taking their toll. "He said he'd sampled ye," Jack spat angrily. "What. Did. He. Do?"

"He touched my naked nipples," Will said softly, his head dropping. "My hands were restrained; I was unable to defend myself. He also touched me through my breeches. One of his minions took similar liberties when I was equally helpless in the cell. Cortez wanted to replace my pearls with something more 'suitable'" Will added, anger finally colouring the defeated tone.

"He did naught else?" Jack persisted. "He didn't ... hurt ye?"

"I was to be kept as bait to bring you to him. He would have bedded me if he defeated you. Had he bested you, I would have made him kill me," Will vowed.

"I give thanks it did not come to such, Treasure," Jack said more softly. He knew Will wouldn't lie and he was able to breath more easily knowing Will hadn't been violated. He stroked Will's curls gently. "Ye were a prisoner, luv," he whispered. "Ye need feel no shame for what was done when ye couldn't protect yerself. Those that touched ye have paid the price. This I swear to ye, Treasure, nothing in this world or any other can stop me from loving ye."

"Show me, Jack," Will said pleadingly. "I wish to feel your hands upon me. Your touches are all I want or need."

"Only ever mine, luv," Jack promised. Jack tried to kiss Will tenderly, but it was clear to the older man that the suppressed fear was surging forward in his young lover. He watched with concern as Will tore the clothing he wore from his body, hurling it angrily to the side. In two strides, the slender man was on his hands and knees on their bunk, looking over his shoulder with desperation in the expressive dark eyes.




Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 07



"Take me," he begged.

Jack felt both anger and sorrow that it was fear and worry that fired Will's desire, rather than passion. As he pulled off his own clothes, the experienced man vowed to make sure Will knew just how loved he truly was.

"Take me, Jack," Will pleaded again.

"Aye, luv," Jack growled. "I will take ye. I will love ye and make ye cry me name. But I will not simply rut with ye as if we were no more than animals. I love ye, Will. Let me show ye."

The sob that broke free from the slim, shaking form almost undid Jack. With a soft cry of his own, he gathered the weeping young man into his arms.

"I didn't know if you were alive," Will whispered. "Nothing else mattered. Not Cortez's threats or touches, not if you were dead. I need to know you are alive and well. I need to know I'm yours and you still love me."

"Ye can never be another's. Ye are mine, now and always and I will love ye for eternity. I *am* alive, Treasure. And I will show ye just how alive, how much ye are mine and how much ye are loved." Jack's voice grew deeper and huskier with each heartfelt vow. "Hands and knees, Treasure," he commanded.

Soft whimpers began to spill from Will's lips as he resumed his earlier position. Jack's words and the promise behind them had all but dispelled the empty, cold feeling within the younger man. He felt strong, masterful, calloused hands sweep over his back, down his spread thighs, urging them to spread wider, displaying him wantonly before his dominant mate. The touches became more intimate, cupping his sac and kneading his nether cheeks.

"Please, Jack," Will moaned, pushing back on the knowing hands.

"Soon, my sweet," Jack soothed. His tongue began a tender exploration of the creamy islands, his heart swelling at the low groan from his lover. Jack fully intended to make love with Will and for his beloved to want him from desire. His tongue sailed port and starboard, tacking over the expanse of smooth skin. As he traversed the satin sea he pulled apart the alluring globes and leant back to stare with avarice at the tiny pink port. It was tightly furled, but even as he gazed and blew lovingly over it, it silently pulsed a welcoming sign.

Will groaned as warm moistness bathed his newly exposed skin. It slid across his most private entrance, circling his secret core. Only Jack had ever entered this portal. It was Jack's and Jack's alone. Will knew he would never want, or willingly allow, another to know him in this way.

"Only you, Jack, only you," he murmured, pushing back on the slick muscle that probed his defences, seeking a way past his guardian ring.

Jack felt a swell of love, protectiveness and passion. Theirs was a dangerous life and one that could end with premature haste. He knew in his soul Will would only ever love him, would only ever offer his body willingly to him. In return, Jack loved Will with fervour that he had never known before, swearing fealty the day he'd taken the gift of the younger man's virginity. No one and no thing could compare with the love and the beauty of this exceptional man. It was as it should be, the two of them loving each other, and Jack swore he would fight to keep it so. Pushing the darker thoughts aside, Jack set his course to bring ultimate pleasure to his beloved boy. His tongue probed delicately and insistently at the tight rosebud, teasing till it relaxed. Jack growled his triumph as Will's body ceded to him, his tongue penetrating the young man's defences to slick the satin sheath. Will's taste was sharper in the hot channel, but Jack could still taste his essential sweetness, overlaid with the forge and the sea. Jack's tongue surged forward, claiming dominion, thrusting in imitation of Jack's longer, harder, thicker organ that throbbed and ached, demanding its turn. He pushed forward again as Will tried to spread himself further, offering himself as he moaned and writhed. Satisfied by Will's reactions, Jack pulled back to a whine of distress.

"Ye want more, my angel," he husked, "and ye shall have it."

Jack smiled as Will's whine became a low groan. The older man slipped a finger into the almond oil they preferred and slid it into Will's heated depths as his tongued continued to lave at the stretching entrance. He used his other hand to roll the precious orbs in Will's downy sac. He knew he had to take precautions to ensure Will didn't prematurely discharge. He wanted them to spill together. He inserted a second finger, searching for Will's jewel and grinning ferally as Will screamed Jack's name and began to ride the questing digits.

"You, Jack, please....ah... God yes, yes, you, Jack," Will begged. He felt Jack's fingers withdraw, ceding their position to a larger, more demanding part of Jack's body. He panted wetly, trying to push back onto the flared head of Jack's sex. Jack's strong hands held his hips, preventing him moving too much. He dropped his head onto folded arms, presenting himself as submissively to his mate as possible, relishing the deep groan his lover made. He heard Jack's harsh breathing and knew the older man was as aroused as he was. He also recognised the effort Jack was making not to simply plunge into Will's body, to take what Will so freely offered.

"Love me," Will moaned; a plea and a command.

"Today... tomorrow... for eternity," Jack swore as he inched his way into wet, tight heat. He draped his body over Will's as their sacs nestled together, waiting till the rippling channel became accustomed to his shaft. He began to undulate as he kissed and nipped at the nape of Will's neck. He reached under the lithe body, helping Will to rise back up to balance on his hands and knees. He tugged at the adorned teat as he stroked Will's dripping member, letting Will's strength support them both. His hips pistoned into the heated depths in short, sharp jabs and then slowly in long, deep strokes, always stimulating his lover's hidden sweetness.

Will heard his own moans and cries of need. Once gain he was helpless, but this time it was a sweet vulnerability. He relished Jack's power over him. The older man's weight prevented him pushing back and Will was unable to pleasure himself, fully dependent on his mate to bring him the fulfilment he craved. He knew Jack would not disappoint him. He felt the hot breath on his neck before moist kisses and soft bites trailed in its wake. A knowledgeable hand teased his more sensitive, adorned nub, the other pulled on his swollen member, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy. Dulcet bolts jolted deep in his belly, pleasure was radiating outwards, he was reaching inexorably to his zenith.

Jack continued to thrust as he worked his lover to a shared climax. His lightly furred chest now slid over Will's sweat-damp back. He could feel the wetness on his own face as heat and passion threatened to consume them. Will's rod was equally slick, pre-come leaking continually and Jack could feel Will's scabbard tightening around his sword. He bit hard at Will's neck, needing the mark to assuage his primal desire and was rewarded by another scream of his name as hot seed spilt over his demanding hand.

"God in heaven I love ye, Will Turner," Jack bellowed as he finally discharged. His juices flowed, filling the contracting sheath with his living essence. As Will's arms finally gave out, Jack followed the spent body down, his hips continuing to thrust desultorily in the narrow straight even though he had nothing left to give. "I love, ye," he whispered in Will's ear.

"I love you, Jack, now and forever, I love you," Will vowed.

Only when Jack's reluctant weapon finally eased from its sheath, did either man move. Jack cradled his exhausted lover close.

"Sleep safe in me arms, Treasure," he urged, pressing soft kisses to Will's sweat-sheened brow. "I will keep guard over ye."

A quiet murmur escaped Will's lips and Jack held him tight, nesting the slighter form into his chest as the young man obeyed his Captain.

As they lay there, Jack's mind began to consider a change of course.

"I had plans for our island, luv," he whispered to his sleeping lover. "However, I will wait no longer and there's naught to say against on board "Pearl' and again when we land. I am Captain Jack Sparrow after all."

A few hours later, replacing his body with a pillow, Jack slipped silently from their cabin.

****

Will awoke slowly, hearing movement in the cabin. He gazed with puzzlement at the pillow he held and then with shock at the discreet cough that alerted him to Josh's presence rather than Jack's.

"Josh?" he yelped, pulling the sheet to cover his nudity, even though the small blond was turned modestly away.

"Captain Sparrow asks that you dress and join him on the top deck, Master Turner," Josh said respectfully. "There is warmed water in the jug and I have been given charge of your dressing. I'll ... um ...stand over here." As much as Jack and Will were considered friends by Josh, this was a duty given him by his Captain. He had no desire to incur Captain Sparrow's wrath by taking the liberty of watching a denuded Will Turner. He had already, in several ways, seen much of Will's sleek, golden form. As attractive as the other man was, Josh preferred the bigger, darker, more furred body of his lover Roland.

"I'm washed," Will said, covering his lax genitals with his hand. "What next?"

"I...um... would think these," Josh said, reaching back with a pair of breeches.

Will pulled them on. They were black satin and caressed Will's body like a second skin. Will felt his cheeks stain pinkly as he partially laced them. They left little to the imagination.

"Thank you," he said, feeling only marginally less naked. "And now?"

"This," Josh whispered as he handed over a shirt.

Will gasped quietly as he drew it around his slim form. It was white silk. As he tied it and looked down, the outlines of his areolae were clear and there was no mistaking the jewel at his left breast. Confused, yet finding the clothing strangely arousing with its blatant yet concealing nature, Will looked back at Josh.

"You can turn around now," he said to the younger man.

Josh smiled approvingly. Will's clothing fitted perfectly.

"This," he said handing Will a red silk cummerbund. Will gave an answering smile as he fixed it around his waist. A length of red silk ribbon was proffered to restrain Will's unruly curls. Knee high leather boots and a hat adorned with a white feather completed the ensemble.

"Will I do?" Will laughed, twirling before the small blond.

"You look stunning," Josh confessed. "Let's go,"

Will followed Josh out onto the deck, his eyes immediately seeking Jack at 'Pearl's' wheel. Will walked as if in a dream towards his grinning lover. Jack looked every inch a ship's Captain. His outfit was almost identical to Will's, except Will could see Jack's trademark bandana and the feather in jack's hat was also red. He moved to take his place at Jack's side.

At the sight of his young lover, Jack felt a swell of pride as well as more lustful stirrings. Although he knew he looked good in the clothes he'd carefully selected, his Treasure was shown to full advantage. The silence of his crew, who Will seemed as yet not to have noticed, bore testimony to the unspoken truth. He held out his hand to Will, clasping the younger man's tenderly before turning them both to face the crew. At his side, Roland took the ship's wheel and Josh stood by his lover. Jack was ready. He took a large, deep, fortifying breath.

"I, Jack Sparrow, Captain of the 'Black Pearl' have called yer all here to witness me proclamation," he said.

Will glanced at his lover. Jack was going to make a speech? Now? He wanted answers, but knew better than to try and stop Jack when the older man was in full flow.

"Yer all know Master William Turner," Jack continued, receiving a chorus from the assembled men. "This day, with yer all as me witnesses, I Jack Sparrow do take William Turner in the honourable and respected institution of matelotage. All I have, or am, is as much his as mine from this day forth."

Will stood stunned. Then the tumultuous noise from the crew, laughing, cheering and stamping, had him look around. The ship was decorated with white and red ribbon and the whole crew were watching for his response.

"Jack?" he husked, fighting to keep the tears from falling.

"Marry me, Will," Jack whispered. He held out a black velvet box. Opening it, he displayed two thick gold rings, each adorned with a single black pearl.

"Yes," Will replied gazing adoringly into Jack's blazing hazel eyes.

"Mine forever," Jack said. "I love you, Will," he added as he slid home the ring onto Will's finger.

"Yours," Will affirmed. "I love you, Jack," he said as he shakily removed his ring's twin to set it on Jack's finger. He blushed at the roar and cheers from the crew.

"As a newly married man, I shall now kiss me bride," Jack bellowed joyfully.

"Bride?" Will growled indignantly and them Jack's lips were covering his. His body overruled his mind. Within seconds Jack possessed his mouth and Will was pliant in his husband's arms. He barely heard the cheer as his arms draped over Jack's shoulders. As their kiss ended, only Jack's strength kept Will remaining upright. He gazed adoringly at the older man. Whilst all the crew had know they were lovers, this denoted their relationship publicly. It also showed Jack considered Will his equal. Jack couldn't have demonstrated his feelings for Will more clearly and Will's heart soared.

"Let's dance, luv," Jack grinned.

As Will was led down onto the main deck, he noted some of the crew were playing instruments and barrels of rum were rapidly appearing. "We celebrate now and again when we arrive at land," Jack laughed, as he began to whirl his love around the deck to boisterous acclamation from his crew. Finally Jack sat, pulling Will onto his lap, to share a mug of rum. They watched as members of the crew individually or in twos or more performed their own dances, enthusiasm often making up for finesse. Jack grinned for joy as he watched Will laugh and clap. Then his young husband turned sultry eyes upon him and Jack felt his manhood respond instantly.

"As a married man, I demand my consummation," the young man said huskily.

"Yer insatiable, Treasure," Jack growled, pleased beyond measure at Will's reaction to their new official relationship.

"Nay, luv," Will replied in a creditable imitation of Jack's voice. "I'm William Turner-Sparrow."



Pirates of the Caribbean Prequel



Pirates of the Caribbean: The Prequel

The real ending of PotC, Curse of the Black Pearl and the start of Jack and Will's erotic adventures.

Pelaam: August 2007

Will Turner stood firm and determined in front of Norrington, effectively protecting the flamboyant pirate behind him. At his side stood Elizabeth, equally firm and determined for which Will was grateful. Will knew the adventure had changed him and, although she was still the same beautiful young woman on the outside, Elizabeth also had altered visions of the future. One of those unseen changes within the young man was the fact that the rock-solid feelings he'd had for Elizabeth were now on much more unstable ground. In fact he could say they were more akin to a ship sailing on storm-tossed seas. He'd found himself with hitherto unknown feelings when in the company of one Captain Jack Sparrow. Feelings Will had never experienced for another man and which left the young blacksmith confused. With Jack, Will had felt more alive, more...more everything. He could scarcely believe that he would seek out the exotic and enigmatic man over the beautiful woman he'd tried to woo, yet that was now the truth. Jack made him feel ...different ...alive... animated in ways Will had never known and could not comprehend. He knew Jack and Elizabeth had each cast glances at the other when Will was in one's company. But he hadn't understood those looks any more than he understood what it was he felt for Jack. Sometimes Will thought he saw Jack looking at him, yet if he turned, Jack's expression was always neutral and his hazel eyes elsewhere. Once or twice Will had been certain Jack was about to lay claim to his lips and then the moment passed, the fire in Jack's eyes vanishing as quickly as it had come. In his bed Will had begun to wonder what the darkly tanned skin of the older man would taste like, how Jack's dreadlocks would feel against his own smooth chest, what Jack's lips would feel like possessing him......Will pulled himself sharply back to the present. He was more confused than ever and now had the stirrings of arousal low in his belly. He was peripherally aware of Elizabeth's glance behind at Jack and then she seemed to move. Will could hear Jack's speech still going on, but before he could contemplate things further, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and both Jack and he were tumbling into the ocean.

"Jack? What..?" Will spluttered indignantly.

"Save yer breath for swimmin', whelp," Jack commanded, half dragging the younger man with him and towards his ship. He grinned, 'Pearl' looked magnificent as he swam, still pulling Will with him.

Aboard Jack's beloved ship, Will glared balefully at the equally bedraggled pirate as the crew welcomed their captain and immediately put out to sea. He stood as an island, isolated from those around him, whilst Jack sailed to and fro on the deck. Finally Jack came to lead Will aside.

"Jack, I must insist you tell me the meaning of this. I cannot be here. I should be...mmphh." The rest of Will's tirade was lost for eternity as Jack's lips closed over his. Will now had one answer to his questions. Jack's lips were soft and firm and tasted of rum and the sea.

Jack wasn't the fool that he often acted. It was a performance that usually ensured he was able to take his enemies by surprise. In this instance, not only had he taken a friend by surprise, but he also knew he had to play this situation very, very carefully. Too much, too quickly and the reserved young man would be lost to him. He'd been given an opportunity to make a dream reality and Jack had no intentions of failing.

"The greatest treasure I have ever found, Will Turner," Jack said, allowing honesty and truth to shine from his hazel eyes, "is ye." He took the unresisting lithe form in his arms and as Will's lips parted on a sigh, Jack immediately plundered the dark, wet depths. His tongue swept inside the virgin territory, tasting, teasing, learning every nuance of Will's mouth and only ceased its occupation when breathing became essential to both men. They leant together, panting heavily. Will was as sweet as Jack knew he'd be and the pirate was instantly addicted.

"Come with me, Treasure," he instructed, taking Will's hand and leading him below.

In Jack's cabin, Will's natural shyness and the reality of the situation both hit him simultaneously. He couldn't do this...not with a man...could he? He shuffled his feet, uncertain of what to do and how he felt.

"Will ye feel better if I lead ye, Treasure?" Jack asked, reaching to stroke Will's smooth, damp cheek with his knuckles. He smiled at the shy nod. "We need to get out of these wet things, luv. Savvy?" Jack encouraged. "There's nothing to be afeared of, Treasure. I swear I will not hurt ye."

Jack knew his skin lacked the perfection of that of the smooth, caramel coloured young man in his cabin, but his body still looked good. Subtly, Jack performed a striptease. He flexed his muscles, turning as he slowly divested himself of his wet clothing. He smiled as he turned away to unlace his breeches. Will was watching entranced and Jack wanted to keep it that way. He turned back allowing Will sight of the opulent fur at the base of his sex, and removed boots and stockings. Once again he turned away as he slowly pushed the breeches down his legs to the floor, bending in the process and giving Will an eyeful of his naked arse. His grin was wolfish at the soft gasp from behind him and he turned to present Will with sight of his semi-erect penis.

Will stood wide-eyed, open-mouthed and slack-jawed. He had barely time to truly register the fact that Jack had indeed presented his naked buttocks to him when he was faced with the sight of Jack's sex, slowly rising to greet him. His eyes became as wide as saucers as he took his first look at a penis that was not his own.

"'Twon't bite ye, Treasure," Jack said huskily. "'Tis no different from yer own." Jack closed the gap between them slowly so as not to unduly startle his young lover-to-be.

"'Tis very different," Will murmured unable to take his eyes from the lightly burnished rod that now stood proud from Jack's groin. "So big, so magnificent," he whispered innocently.

Jack frowned slightly. He knew the boy had little in the way of experience, but the reaction he was getting...He reached to caress Will's cheek.

"What knowledge of love-making have ye, Treasure?" he asked nuzzling into damp curls and starting to undo the buttons of Will's wet clothing. The crimson flush told Jack all he needed to know. He framed Will's flaming cheeks with large, calloused hands. "Shh, shh, soft, luv. 'Tis no shame to be untouched. Have ye any idea of the magnitude of the gift ye offer me, Treasure? How careful I must be with ye? Let me see ye, luv," he cajoled, working at revealing Will's skin to his gaze.

He worked with Will to denude the body he never expected to have in his arms. He'd seen Will's naked chest before but this was different. He bent to pay homage with his mouth to one coffee-hued disc and tiny nub and then the other to a gasp of delight from Will.

"Sweet," Jack breathed.

"Feels so good, Jack," Will moaned softly.

"May I?" Jack asked, reaching for the laces on the young man's breeches. At the shy nod, he guided Will to the bed and sat him down. He removed boots and stockings, sucking on each big toe...slowly...deliberately... to a low groan from the slender man. He lay Will down and encouraged trim hips to rise as he finally revealed the full splendour of the naked young man. The boy's jewels were as beautiful as the rest of his body; slim, slender and smooth and presently rosy-hued, hard and dripping.

"Jack," Will mewled the older man's name, wanting...needing...but unable to articulate.

"In truth I've never seen any as beauteous as ye, Treasure," Jack growled possessively. This boy was *his*. *Had* always been his, *would* always be his. "Let me love ye, Will, let me show ye how good it can be."

"Please, Jack." Will begged, reaching for the older man.

Will was pliant in Jack's hands as the pirate positioned him. His body trembled in a mix of apprehension and anticipation. His member was harder than he had ever known and leaking copiously. He could see Jack regarding it the way a starving man would a banquet and his breath quickened. He moaned again as Jack's hot, soft lips began to kiss a trail down from his jaw, his neck and along his collarbone.

"Please, Jack," Will pleaded again, hoping desperately the bigger man understood his unspoken needs.

"Shh, Sweet William," Jack soothed. "Let me guide ye. 'Twill be worth it I promise ye."

"Need you," Will groaned as his body began a slow instinctive undulation. "I don't ... I can't..."

Jack's hand slid between his thighs and began to stroke at the satiny skin and Will unthinkingly spread his legs wider. Jack growled as he positioned himself between the splayed limbs. Wills hips lifted and lowered as he instinctively sought relief. Jack carefully threw one strong, tanned leg over Will's slender, pale limb, pressed his lips over the young man's and began pumping his lover's hard, damp member. He swallowed Will's scream greedily as the slender body bucked and writhed and pulse after pulse of the young man's seed spread hot and wet between them.

Will was taken by surprise as Jack's hand encircled his manhood. Jack's grip was harder and more masterful than his own furtive touches. As Jack stroked him, multi-coloured stars danced before his eyes. His body shook and convulsed in the most intense release Will had ever known, before a grey mist descended and washed over him sweeping him irresistibly away.

Will's eyes slowly opened to gaze upwards at warm hazel eyes that regarded him with a look that Will had never seen in the pirate's orbs before and smiled shyly.

"Is it always so?" he asked naively.

"It is when those involved seek to make love," Jack replied candidly.

"Is that what we did, Jack?" Will asked huskily. "Did we make love?"

"'Twas for me, Treasure. I love ye, Will Turner."

"I...I love you, Jack," Will replied. He knew it as a surety. As sure as the sun would arise, he loved the enigmatic, dreadlocked man who now smiled so openly, so joyously. This was the real Jack Sparrow, no pretence, no falseness, no façade. Will knew then that he was indeed loved by the older man. Jack's barriers were down and Will felt privileged to witness it.

"Then we have an accord, savvy?" Jack laughed, delighted at the smile that had lit up Will's exquisite face. "Now 'tis time to take a further step in matters of love-making," Jack growled.

"But, but I have spent," Will said guilelessly, eyes big and luminous.

"I promise ye, Will, ye will spend again afore we settle this night. I will not be taking ye. There are other ways to share our bodies, given so much has already happened. But I will make ye come to joy again," he leant to husk low and dark in Will's ear, "and this time I will come with ye."

Will watched breathlessly as Jack parted his legs to his satisfaction. He then settled himself on his knees between them and gave Will a brief, dazzling smile. Will's eyes fluttered closed as Jack's hands ran up his lightly furred shins and along the sleek inner thighs. Will was surprised when he realised the wanton moans he could hear emanated from his own mouth. Wanting to touch the older man, Will grasped at dreadlocks with one hand and Jack's shoulder with the other, finally free to feel what he had only ever coveted from afar.

Roaming higher, Jack's hands explored the uncharted territory of the smooth chest and the small dark islands. He swept down and along the ribs, to the prominent hipbones. Moving further south he cupped the almost hairless sac, rolling the precious orbs within. .Jack eyed the abundant curls that framed the boy's beautiful organ that had re-filled so nicely for him. He imagined shaving the young man and shivered with a mix of arousal and anticipation. //Not yet but soon// he promised himself, the curls were pretty enough to enjoy for now. He nuzzled into them, scenting and tasting sweat and musk. Then, without warning, he enveloped the risen mast. Jack directed Will's hands to grasp less tightly. The boy might be as slender as a wand, but Will had muscles born of hours working at an anvil and of swordplay. Jack moved slickly to suckle happily at the head of Will's shaft, probing at the slit to encourage the sweet nectar of Will's increasing arousal. He knew he'd never tire of this taste. Releasing the slender rod, he licked up and down the prominent vein and nibbled carefully at the base to cries and mewls of enjoyment and abandonment. He felt a surge of possessiveness to know that he and only he would ever hear those noises, would ever see Will naked and needy, would ever feel what being buried in the beautiful and precious body would feel like. A guttural groan accompanied Jack's tongue exploring the sac heavy with unspent seed. Encouraged, Jack sucked one then the other orb, allowing them to roll in his voracious maw.

Jack could tell how close to spending his lover was. He took Will back into his mouth, allowing the younger man enough room to thrust shallowly. As his head bobbed and he sucked hard, he reached between his own legs to pump vigorously. An impassioned cry of his name signalled Will's second orgasm and Jack greedily swallowed every precious drop. He sucked and swallowed until certain Will had nothing left to give and then knelt up. He caught Will's hand, wrapping it around his aching manhood and covered it with his own.

"Bring me to glory, luv," he husked. "God, yes, just like that," he groaned. "Yes, yes, WILL!!" The bellow of his mate's name was simultaneous with a fountain of his seed erupting forth. Trails of his crème streaked across Will's supine body, appeasing the primal need within Jack to brand the boy as his.

"Love you, Jack," Will murmured, as the older man's head fell forward and the final drops of his essence hit Will's honeyed skin.

"Love ye, Treasure," Jack husked in reply. He reached for one of the discarded shirts and wiped Will's body. He kissed the beloved boy tenderly, knowing that after two such intense releases, it wouldn't be long before Will was sleeping. He manoeuvred the unresisting form to lie close against him, where he could hold him tight. With a drowsy murmur, Will nuzzled into Jack's neck, a slender arm encircling the trim, tanned waist and a pale leg sliding between Jack's darker, more muscular limbs. Jack smiled and cradled the young man tightly.

"No one else, Will," he muttered. "There can never be anyone else. Not for you or for me. I swear if ye tried to leave me I'd abandon 'Pearl' and hunt ye down."

"I'd die if I lost you, Jack," Will whispered.

"I swear by all I hold dear that I'll never leave ye by choice, Treasure and I'll kill any that try to harm ye or take ye from me."

Will gave a soft, unintelligible murmur and wriggled onto his back. Carefully, Jack rolled Will onto his side to be able to spoon tightly to the youth's back, his half-hard flesh instantly seeking its harbour to nestle between taut creamy globes. //At dawn// Jack thought. //At dawn I take what's mine. I will be inside ye, Sweet William, giving ye as much pleasure as I can, me Treasure.//

"Lizzie was a wise woman, Pearl," Jack whispered as he inhaled the scent of musk and completion that still lingered in the small cabin and kissed soft chocolate curls. "But she gave him up and now he's mine, savvy? I won't lose him, I can't lose him. He's the other part of me. I love him, Pearl and I know you'll take care of him; he's yours just as much as I am." 

A sound from his ship had Jack smiling to acknowledge 'Pearl's' approval and the older man settled to await the dawn. His hand cupped Will's lax genitals proprietarily as his ship rocked them gently towards the new day and the start of their lives together.

Jack remained on guard ensuring his sleeping beauty never strayed from the haven of his arms. As he saw the sky change colour through his port hole, his arms tightened around the younger man, remembering his promise of the previous day. This was the day he would take Will. He kissed Will's curls. He'd never had the responsibility of taking anyone's virginity before. All his previous lovers, man or woman, had been knowledgeable to some degree in the art. It was important to the pirate that Will derived enjoyment and pleasure from his deflowering. He wanted his lover to remember this day for the rest of their lives. He blinked as he realised two sleepy brown eyes were regarding him lovingly.

"Treasure," Jack whispered.

"Jack," Will murmured, nestling closer and burying his face in the older man's dreadlocks. "Is it morning?"

"Aye, luv. Did ye sleep well?"

"Very well," Will smiled shyly. "Did you hold me all night?"

"Aye, Sweet William," Jack growled, nipping at a small ear. "I never wanted ye to drift from my embrace."

"I love you," Will smiled. He traced Jack's lips with his finger and gasped as Jack caught his hand and kissed it, nipping at the wrist.

"And I love ye, Treasure," Jack vowed.

"Is it time to resume my lessons in lovemaking?" Will asked, blushing delectably to Jack's amused eyes.

"Aye, luv. But this is important, Will," Jack said seriously. "If ye are uncomfortable or if ye hurt or ye just wish to stop, tell me. I would not have ye regret giving yerself to me, savvy?"

"I understand, Jack," Will replied. "What must I do?"

Jack smiled at the earnest tones and expression. Will looked more like he was about to learn a new way of working at the forge than make love. //That will never do// Jack thought and grinned wolfishly. He laid on his back and spread his legs.

"Learn my body, Treasure. Touch me as I have touched ye and become used to me."

Will's eyes widened with shock. He had expected Jack to be in control and yet he was letting Will take command. The young man swallowed past a dry throat as he admired the toned expanse of dark skin before him. His fingers ghosted over the bronzed chest, barely touching the myriad of scars there.

"They don't hurt, Treasure," Jack encouraged, "and nor will yer touches. Show me ye love me."

Will moved to his knees and let his hands smooth over Jack's torso. Remembering what had pleasured him, he bent to take a dark nub into his mouth and sucked. The low groan gave Will confidence and he repeated the treatment to the other as his fingers trailed through the light dusting of chest fur. He pressed kisses down the older man's body to where a long, thick, bronze rod lay against Jack's belly. He stared, mesmerised for a moment, as it wept a tear of liquid desire, and then took it into his hand. It was hotter than Will expected, as though burning with the need it harboured. It jerked in his hand and Will began to stroke it gently, uncertain of the grip to use. It felt so much different to his own, bigger, harder, hotter. The deep groans from his more experienced lover spurred Will on and he increased his speed, wondering if he could make Jack spill. The sight of the older man lying openly, vulnerably before him had Will aflame with love for the pirate.

"I want you, Jack," he husked. "I want to make love with you."

Jack opened his eyes and smiled at his mate. Will's touches were glorious and Jack wanted Will to stroke him to completion, without the more experienced man's need for direction, at some time; but not at this time. He reached to stop the pumping of his member and began to move.

"Let me relax ye first, luv," he said.

He guided Will onto his back and took hold of the straining shaft between slender thighs. He stroked hard and fast as he leant over his lover and the men traded hot, wet, deep kisses. Jack was unsurprised at the speed in which Will came. He knew those inexperienced in the art spilt quickly, but with the advantages of Will's youth, he also knew Will would soon be ready to come again. He lapped at the trails of Will's crème and headed southerly as he cleansed. He licked around the spent organ and emptied sac and then pushed Will's legs up and out. For the first time his eyes saw the tiny pink portal whose defences he needed to breach to enter the harbour of Will's body.




Pirates of the Caribbean Prequel



Will couldn't stop the scream as Jack began to lick *there*. He'd never touched that part of his body when pleasuring himself, but the ardent muscle of his lover was creating sensations of bliss Will never knew existed. He moaned and writhed, uncertain whether he was trying to escape the devout attentions of Jack's tongue or, God help him, encourage it further. Throughout it all, Jack's superior strength held him in place. Will cried out in unexpected delight as Jack began to probe him more intimately.

Jack relished the screams and cries of pleasure spilling from Will's sweet lips. He carefully circled the perimeter of the tightly furled flesh, encouraging it to accept his presence and relax. He felt the small pulses as the guardian began to cede to Jack's manoeuvres. Jack then released a salvo of short sharp jabs against the pulsating port before making his masterstroke. As Will moaned and writhed, he folded his tongue and drove deep inside. His tongue immediately began thrusting hard and fast, not giving Will's body a chance to defend itself. Jack growled as his tongue dove deeper, tasting, stretching, wetting his lover to accept a harder, thicker member and mimicking the intimate act yet to come. Even here Jack could taste Will's sweetness, this time overlaid with earthiness and he growled his contentment. He thrust again and again certain, if he kept up his attack, Will would cede fully and spill his seed. However, this time when Will came Jack wanted to be balls deep in his lover's hot, sweet body, releasing his own seed and finally fully claiming the boy in the most primitive of ways.

Will panted wetly through an open mouth and gamely tried to raise his head to gaze with worry at the older man.

"'Tis well, Sweet William," Jack soothed. "But my tongue is not enough to prepare ye properly for yer next lesson, luv,"

"Oh God," Will moaned as Jack's finger's caressed his nether port. The touch seemed to ignite his body and he needed more. He accepted Jack's guidance unresistingly. He was laid on his side, with his knees drawn up, the cold air on his wetted anus causing him to shiver. He could hear Jack readying himself and he couldn't stop his body tensing.

Jack knew Will's nervousness would undo much of the relaxing he had worked for, but also that by the time he was ready to enter the younger man, Will would be as relaxed and open as Jack could make him. He oiled his hand and, as he fondled Will's sac, he slid a single finger deep inside molten depths to a moan from them both. 

"Jack," Will whispered. It was but one finger and already he felt uncomfortably full.

"'Twill pass, luv, I promise. Soon it will ease and I will make ye to ready to have me inside ye. "Tis what you want isn't it, my sweet? Me, deep inside ye, showing ye how good it can be, loving ye with me body." 

Jack's words were delivered in a sinfully deep rasp Will had never heard from the pirate and they served to distract him from the finger deep inside. "Relax, luv," Jack coaxed and Will tried diligently to obey, surprised to realise the finger was no longer still, but gliding in ...out ...in...out. He moaned softly as the sensation became more pleasurable as his body opened and relaxed. He gasped as a second digit pressed inside. Again it felt too much and again Jack patiently talked to and relaxed his virgin. "Good boy," he encouraged as Will's hips began to thrust in counterpoint to the fingers within him. Will groaned and writhed as Jack entered three into the still-tight sheath. Jack reached under a slim hip and began to stroke the flagging erection as he sought something deep inside Will's body. The scream told Jack of his success. He nipped at Will's shoulder as he rubbed at the hidden jewel. His smile was triumphant as Will rose to full mast.

"'Tis time, Treasure," Jack growled. Will was as ready as Jack could make him. His own weapon was oiled and fully primed and Jack could only pray he didn't discharge prematurely as he sank into his mate.

"Want to see you, Jack," Will murmured.

"'Twould be less painful this way," Jack warned, although the prospect of seeing Will come to glory when he was inside him sent jolts to Jack's already aroused sex.

"Please?"

Jack couldn't resist his boy. He rolled Will onto his back and placed a pillow under his hips. Jack kissed each calf as he placed them on his shoulders. Hazel orbs aglow with love and lust met those of molten chocolate filled with passion and trust. 

"Love me, Jack," Will encouraged, trying to convey his need for this act, despite his apprehension. "Show me with your body how much you love me."

"Bigger than the sky," Jack replied pressing the dark ruby-red head of his cock against his lover's glistening portal. "Deeper than the ocean," he said as he pushed forward. "More than all the stars at night," he vowed as he began to push through a still resilient guarding muscle. "Breathe and bear down, luv," he instructed.

It was slow and it was painful, but when Jack finally sank fully inside the tight, hot sheath and Will relaxed around him, it was the most glorious, most sublime, most exquisite feeling Jack had ever known. The look of love and wonder on Will's tear-stained face filled Jack with pride. //No-one else. Ever// he vowed silently. Only he would ever know Will this way and he would be faithful till death. Jack knew that, in the special young man, he had found the other half of his soul.

Jack began a slow rotation of his hips and at the soft gasp, knew the course to take. His body moved from shallow movements to long, deep thrusts, striking Will's sweet spot every time till the younger man was writhing and crying Jack's name to the skies in his rapture. Jack swelled with pride and pleasure at Will's thrashing movements and uninhibited enjoyment of their coupling. Knowing he was reaching his zenith, Jack began to pump Will's dripping weapon as his own hips began a volley of short, sharp feral snaps that drove his sword deep in the boy's tight scabbard.

Will felt dulcet jolts wrack his body as Jack struck accurately and without mercy against his hidden jewel over and over. Lights were once again dancing before his eyes and his breath was barely more than ragged gasps. The pleasure inside was rolling over him in wave after wave and Will felt he must find release or explode. He crested with an unrestrained scream that was echoed by a primal bellow of completion by Jack. Will's seed flowed between them, marking them both, as Jack's juices, hot and wet, filled his lover's clenching channel.

"Love you, love you," Will moaned as his climax waned. "Captain of my heart."

"Love you, me soul-mate," Jack replied. "Forever."

"Forever," Will echoed, sealing the vow.

Jack moved their bodies, his shaft still tightly clamped in Will's sheath and smiled as his lover drifted asleep in his embrace. As Will slept, Jack plotted.

When Will next awoke, the look of adoration in Jack's eyes was enough to bring a stain to Will's cheeks.

"'Tis wonderful to awaken to such beauty in my arms," Jack whispered, capturing Will's lips in a tender kiss. Then the flamboyant pirate was back. "But now 'tis time for us to be working," he said briskly aiming a light swat at a bare, pert buttock, earning a yelp and another blush from Will. "Come, Treasure,"

Will regarded Jack as he raided the contents of a large chest. Clothes flew in all directions as Jack rummaged for what he wanted. Will took the proffered clothing and dressed as Jack watched. The black pants seemed sinfully tight and Will saw the gleam of appreciation as Jack's eyes stared at his crotch. The shirt was almost identical to Jack's and the red sash matched Jack's bandana. The final touch was a jewel from Jack's hair woven into Will's.

"Staking your claim, Jack?" Will asked as Jack nodded with approval at the outfit.

"Aye, luv, but soon there'll be nary a soul aboard 'Pearl' who doesn't know yer mine."

Jack dressed quickly and pulled the slim form into his arms, tugging at an earlobe. "Soon I'll pierce one of these and ye can wear a more suitable trinket. Come, luv."

Will blinked and then dutifully followed the older man.

He was taken to a part of 'Pearl' clearly unused for some time if the dust and cobwebs were anything to judge by. Unlocking a door, Jack ushered Will inside. Will stepped forward and heard Jack lighting a lamp. He gasped as he could then see what the room contained. A mini forge and oversized anvil came into view and as Jack lit a second lamp, Will was already examining everything with a practised eye.

"This can be made to work," he exclaimed.

"Aye, luv," Jack nodded. "But there's been no-one for a while with that talent. Till ye."

"Then you want me to be ship's smith?" Will asked. "I can do that," he said emphatically.

"There is another role I would have for ye as well, Treasure," Jack said enigmatically. "Come on deck with me."

Will had to shield his eyes from the brightness as he followed Jack. The pirate whispered to Gibbs and then swaggered to take his position at "Pearl's' wheel with a puzzled Will at his side. The young man noted that the lower deck was now filling with the ship's crew. He took a deep breath and stuck out his chin. He would not be intimidated by the pirates, not if he was to be one of them.

"I'm sure yer all know Master Turner here," Jack bellowed indicating Will with an ostentatious bow towards him. He received a roar from the gathering and nodded. "I'm please to announce Master Turner is to remain with us and will be manning our forge." Another roar greeting the announcement. "I am also making Master Turner First Mate aboard 'Pearl'," Jack continued, ignoring the stunned gasp from the man in question. "Yer will answer to him as yer would to me." Not unexpectedly for the older man, the roar this time was less enthusiastic. Will was hardly a tried and tested mariner. However, Jack still had one more card up his sleeve. He took Will's hand and slowly and deliberately raised it to his lips. "He has also done me the honour of agreeing to be me own personal mate, if yer understand, lads," Jack grinned. This time the roar was full-throated. "I will expect yer to offer him the respect due such a position." As the crew cheered, Jack's smile turned feral and before Will knew what was happening he was enveloped in Jack's arms and being kissed senseless. The crew's jeers were good-natured and ribald. They clapped and stamped their feet as the kiss finally ended. A dizzy and breathless Will Turner found the only thing keeping him on his feet was the arm tight around his waist. "Now back to yer posts whilst I give Master Turner his first lesson in steering 'Pearl' as she really likes.

He guided Will's hands to the wheel, covering them with his own. He used his more muscular thigh to force Will's legs into a wider stance and pressed his arousal into Will's buttocks.

"Perfect, luv," he said as he nibbled at Will's throat. He laughed softly at the indignant yelp as he reached to fondle the growing bulge at Will's groin.

"You're not going to be like this all the time are you?" Will gasped.

"After yer lesson at the wheel, we can go below and take care of that swelling, Treasure," Jack husked.

"You're incorrigible," Will groaned.

"Nay, luv," Jack laughed as he turned the beloved face towards him. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."