Ocean Soul
Part 14 of 18
By Clarity Scifiroots
Standard disclaimers apply. This AU plot rules parallel to the first movie but isn’t quite the same. By a fan, for fans.
Rating: Ranges from Teen to Adult/Mature.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Summary: An AU tale that weaves a rather bleak past for one Will Turner. When the young blacksmith apprentice stows away on the Interceptor to get away from abuse, he didn't expect it to be taken over by pirates led by the notorious Jack Sparrow.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, abuse, and recovery from such
Revised January 18, 2008
Fourteen
Jack quickly joined Will’s efforts to knock off the crewmembers holding him back. “You alright?” the captain asked, a warm hand squeezing Will’s shoulder briefly before slipping the piece of Aztec gold into the younger man’s hand.
Nodding in silent reply, Will glanced at Jack with a question in his eyes.
“Opportune moment,” Jack hissed before lunging forward at Twigg as he reappeared near the mound’s top.
As Jack pressed his advantage, he heard the clash of swords and knew Will had prepared to hold his ground. Twigg tripped over his own feet and made a small splash as he fell into the shallow water surrounding the treasures of the cavern. Barbossa appeared in his stead, his clothing rumpled and face contorted with rage. Jack grinned tightly and lunged, only to be blocked.
“What’ll ye do, Jack?” Barbossa taunted. “There be but one mortal ‘ere.” As if to prove his point he sidestepped Jack’s next move and passed through a patch of early moonlight filtering through a hole in the cavern ceiling. His fine coat appeared in tatters; gaping, moth-eaten holes revealed dirty bones with bits of flesh still clinging to the surface.
“We’ll see.” Jack said nothing more, his concentration fixing on footwork and swordplay.
The cavern echoed with the sounds of metal striking metal and the jingle of gold and jewels sliding against one another as feet pressed into the loose ground. Jack focused on his target and did his best to ignore the occasional glimpses he had of Will and his opponents.
He and Barbossa danced a deadly waltz toward the back wall of the cavern where the rock formations slanted up. Jack found himself backing up along the natural ramp and the grace of his steps started to lose their former rhythm. A change in the sounds of the fighting slightly below and to the left of his position made him risk a precious moment to glance at Will. He saw the lad clawing his way hastily up the center mound toward the chest.
“Ye’re slippin’, Jack,” Barbossa said coolly as he pressed his advantage during the distraction.
The sword flew from Jack’s hand and Barbossa’s carefully maneuvered foot guaranteed that he landed flat on his back, lying precariously along the rock edge. Barbossa placed one booted foot on Jack’s chest and used his sword to tilt Jack’s chin up.
“Tell what ye know an’ I might let ye live.”
“Barbossa!”
Will’s voice cut through the air like a thunderclap; only then did Jack realize he couldn’t hear the other sounds of fighting. The instant Barbossa’s head snapped up to glare at the interruption a shot rang out and Jack could feel the splatter of warm blood drop onto his face and neck.
Above him, Barbossa wore a shocked expression. His sword dropped and he clutched at the bullet wound oozing blood from his midriff. His eyes lifted and stared across to Will who stood stiffly beside the chest of Aztec gold, his pistol still raised in steady hands.
“Bootstrap…” Jack heard the man murmur before he toppled over and slid into the water below.
“Jack!” Will called.
He could hear the lad hurrying over piles of treasure. Jack shifted himself into a better position to sit up. Will reached his side and held out a helping hand as his gaze quickly ran a critical eye over the pirate’s body.
“That was a might embarrassin’,” Jack announced, brushing off his trousers before bending to retrieve his sword. Will didn’t speak; Jack glanced over hesitantly and found Will staring down at where Barbossa’s body lay half-in, half-out of the shallow water, dark blood staining the gold beneath his body a rust red.
“You saved my life, luv,” Jack murmured, reaching a hand out to brush against Will’s arm.
Startled out of his reverie, Will met Jack’s gaze. Slowly, he smiled, a bit unsure. “I listened to some good advice.”
Jack chuckled merrily as he sheathed his sword and tossed an arm around the lad’s shoulders. “We’ll be jus’ fine, luv. C’mon, let’s see what the bastard’s been collectin’.”
Will allowed Jack to lead him into the far reaches of the cavern where bejeweled crowns and shiny statues had been tucked away, but he frowned. “What about the crew?”
“They’ll be fine,” Jack assured, waving off the worry. “Ana could take on the lot of ‘em all by ‘er onesies. We no longer ‘ave to worry. So...” He grinned and turned so that he could tug at Will’s shirt with both hands. “Try on this.” His hand disappeared for a second, then returned with a thin gold circlet adorned with at least a dozen garnets and rubies. Jack placed it askew on Will’s head then drew the beloved face in close to whisper, “I’ve got you ‘n I ‘ave me ship back. Nothin’ else matters.” His hand slipped around to cup the back of Will’s head and brought him forward. “Now, where were we?”
Will brought up a hand to shove in protest at Jack’s shoulder, but when they broke apart from the heated kiss he couldn’t come up with a sufficient complaint. Jack grinned and laid claim to the pouting lower lip. He slowly slid his free hand around Will’s hip and stroked up and down the tense back.
It didn’t take long for Will’s muscles to relax under the comforting touch. He reached out to wrap his arms around Jack and clutched the pirate’s body closer. They gasped for air around kisses. They struggled to remain standing as their bodies pressed closer, searching for a better position to best capture the heated pressure thrumming through their veins. Eventually their equilibrium failed and the two men fell onto the piles of coins and jewels. Their lips parted momentarily as muttered curses and gripes broke forth.
Will shifted his body, focusing on the heat pooling pleasantly in his groin. His legs parted wider and he flexed his hips, rubbing against Jack’s leg. Complaints quickly shut up, Jack maneuvered their bodies so that he lay on his back, allowing Will freedom to take control if he so wished.
Capturing the younger man’s lips with his, Jack lifted his own hips in a wavelike pattern to encourage the delicious friction bringing them both closer to the edge. Will groaned softly into his mouth and Jack swallowed it willingly. Anxious hands fought to loosen the trouser fastenings so that Jack could let his fingers delight in the feel of smooth, sweat-slicked skin. Will gasped, pulling his mouth away and turning his head until he panted directly into Jack’s ear.
“That’s it, luv,” Jack murmured, using one hand to explore the soft skin while the other firmly pressed at Will’s backside to ensure their groins met with firm, deep strokes.
“Oh... oh, God... O-o-oh Jack!” Will trembled, his upper body arching up and away as his hips thrust downward sharply.
Wordless encouragements passed Jack’s lips as he got lost in the bliss of orgasm, his fingers digging into soft flesh while he came.
“Luv... Gods, luv...” Jack rubbed his hands up Will’s back as they lay recovering. He nuzzled gently at his lover’s ear and dragged sloppy kisses anywhere he could reach. “Fantastic, luv. Magnificent, Will,” he whispered urgently into the whorl of the ear against his lips.
Jack felt gentle kisses press against fabric as Will sought the shirt’s opening to reach skin. With his target finally gained, Will kissed longer and dragged his tongue along the skin, sending shivers of delight through Jack’s system.
“Love you,” Jack murmured, petting Will’s hair and clutching his head as Will began to search further under his shirt and latched onto his sensitive, scarred nipple. He gasped and arched up. “Will...”
“Hmm,” came the mumbled response. Will’s fingers rested against Jack’s lips, silencing any further words. “...Taste good.”
Jack laughed and his mouth opened. Will didn’t remove his fingers, just let them slip in. As he continued to press teasing kisses and licks over Jack’s chest, the pirate decided he’d get some payback. He sucked slowly on the fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue around each individual fingertip. He felt Will exhale in surprise, the breath ghosting over moist skin and sending new chills through his body.
“Luv, you’ll be the death of me,” Jack said. Not that he was complaining. He moved a leg to wrap around Will’s thighs as he started thrusting up again.
Will groaned, but somehow managed to go back to what he’d been doing.
“Yes, luv... oh gods, yes...”
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It took the efforts of both Will and Jack to replace the heavy stone lid atop the chest of cursed gold.
“Begun by blood, by blood undone,” Will uttered under his breath as the lid noisily slid into place.
“Le’ me see yer ‘and, luv, “ Jack instructed, coming to stand beside his lover.
Amidst their earlier activities they had failed to tend the cut Will had made across his palm to repay the blood debt needed to break the curse. Jack tenderly brushed a thumb over the calloused skin of Will’s palm as he studied the red scab built up where the sword had sliced.
“I wan’ Ana to see to it back on the ship.” He brushed his lips across Will’s forehead. “Come. You’ve yet to see the Pearl.” His eyes glittered with excitement.
Will grinned in return, caught by Jack’s energy. “Please lead the way, Captain,” he said, making a sweeping bow as he did.
“Thank’ee, luv. Righ’ this way...”
As they neared the bottom of the mound, Will abruptly gripped Jack’s shoulder and tugged insistently. Mildly annoyed, Jack turned around, prepared to reprimand. His intentions quickly changed at the expression of horror on his lover’s face.
“Jack,” Will hissed, glancing nervously to his left, “look. He’s gone!”
“Wha’ are you—” Realization sent a wave of chills down his spine as Jack stared at the very absent, blood-stained place where a body should have been. “Bugger...”
A high-pitched shriek made him jump. Whirling towards the sound, Jack yanked out his pistol and pulled back the hammer. “Bloody monkey!” he cursed as the furry little creature leapt to the top of an open treasure chest. Gritting his teeth, he fired at the obnoxious creature, some of his frustration eased as the furball rolled down the hill of gold.
Moments later, the tiny body shivered and the monkey pulled itself to its feet. Jack’s eyes widened in shock as the monkey screeched at him loudly and dashed away behind another chest. “Oh hell...”
“Jaaack...”
Would that it be a dream... Jack clenched his fists and turned around, dark glare fixed immediately on Barbossa.
“Seems I have more’n one thing ye be wantin’.”
Will grunted softly in protest as the dagger under his chin bit into his skin.
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TBC
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