Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Will Turner/Jack Sparrow, Bootstrap Turner/Jack Sparrow (implied)

Summary: Will tries to resolve his personal problems and gets his booty plundered instead. 

Archive: Parley.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings : Bondage, some angst. 

Disclaimer: The characters within are the property of Disney.  The author does not own them, and is not making a profit off of their depiction here. 

Author´s Notes: Many thanks to Jassy, for giving me this bunny, and to Elizabeth for support and her suggestions. 
Originally posted July 29, 2003. 

Will swallowed uncomfortably. He was still a bit muzzy, and he really didn´t want to talk to Elizabeth, but he knew that he would have to deal with her sooner or later. And even though Jack and Bootstrap had insisted that he needed it, he decided against having any more rum. 

"Jack, will you come with me?"  he asked. 

Jack swayed a bit. "Well, y´see lad, Miss Swann is right annoyed at you, so if I appear, she´ll know that ol´Jack Sparrow is no competition for her. And that could lead to something...disastrous." 

"But you could explain it to her!" 

Jack fidgeted and stumbled, "It´s not that simple lad, and if anything, she´ll get more furious. Be´sides, it goes against etiquette for you to appear with anyone else." 

Will looked dejectedly at the floor. "All right. Father, where is she staying?" 

"At the Black Crow down a ways. Ye can´t miss it." 

As Will left, Bootstrap whispered to Jack, "You were talkin´ out o´ yer arse, weren´t you? You wouldn´t know etiquette if it bit ye on the bum." 

Jack slurred, "Better to be eaten alive by sharks than to face a jilted woman."  He downed the untouched shots of rum. "So while we´re waiting, love, tell me what happened to you..."

As Will walked over to the Black Crow his headache crept back in. He groaned, not really wanting to meet her in this state, but he had no choice.  Elizabeth was sitting in the tavern area, having a mug of ale when he walked in. Her face was a blank mask, and Will braced himself for the worst. 

He asked, "May I sit down with you?" 

Elizabeth gestured across the table, and Will removed his oilskin coat and doffed his hat. Once he was seated, she leveled a withering glare at him. "How dare you propose to me and then leave?" 

He mumbled, "I´m sorry, I didn´t mean to leave you. But...I love Jack." 

"Since when?" 

"Since...the Interceptor." 

Elizabeth turned red and she shouted, "Couldn´t you have bloody thought of that before you proposed?" 

Her voice made him wince. "Not so loud, please." 

She increased her volume, "What´s the matter, Mr. Turner? Had a little too much rum last night?" 

Will moaned and sagged into his seat, clutching his head. 

"I thought you were a man of integrity, Mr. Turner," she said, enunciating his name as a hiss. "But all I see now is a coward who won´t admit his feelings. If I didn´t need your skills right now, I´d just leave you here." 

He looked up blearily, "You need me? For what?" 

"I am going to avenge the destruction of Port Royal. I intend to track down and bring Barbossa´s crew to justice, once and for all." 

She slammed her mug down on the table and said, "When the Black Pearl is ready to leave, you know where to find me," before she angrily walked upstairs. 

Will stared wistfully at her retreating form, wishing that the situation could have been different. He finally returned to the Mermaid to join Jack and Bootstrap. Jack was drinking heartily and laughing with Bootstrap, but the two of them stopped when they saw Will´s somber face. 

Will said, "So, I suppose my father told you what Miss Swann has planned?" 

Jack nodded. "And I assume you couldn´t talk her out of it." 

"No. She´s determined to go." 

"Well, she´ll still have to wait ´til the storm blows over." 

Will said, "What do we do until then?" 

Bootstrap said casually, "I thought y´two would pick up where you left off."  He passed Will a flask of expensive looking rum. "Ye may as well use this." 

Will looked at Bootstrap quizzically. "Thank you very much, but what did we do to warrant such a generous gift?" 

"Well, originally ´twas gonna be a reunion present fer me and Jack, but I figgered y´may as well have first crack at sipping it out of his mouth b´fore you swive him senseless." 

Will turned crimson and sputtered. Jack grinned at Bootstrap and said, "You´re a perverted bastard, William." 

"This from the man who begs for it each time. So, have y´been teaching my boy properly, or not?" 

Will blurted, "But Jack´s the one who always does it!" 

Bootstrap looked stunned, and then he roared with laughter. "Mother of God, never thought ol´Jack would be the one on top!" 

Will stared and then said, "You never..."

Jack mumbled, "Only with you, lad." 

Will´s jaw hung open while Bootstrap´s laughter echoed off the walls. 

*** The rain showed no signs of abating, so Will and Jack eventually took their leave of Bootstrap and returned to their room. As they closed the door behind them, Jack said, "How´s your head?" 

"Much better, thanks." 

"Good," Jack said. He stood behind Will and said softly, "Am I forgiven yet?" 

Will shivered as Jack´s breath ghosted against his skin. "Yes," he whispered. Jack wrapped his arms around him and slowly kissed the nape of his neck. 

"Jack..." Will said breathlessly. 

"Hmm?" 

Will turned around to look at Jack. "Why do you never, um, let me...um..." He blushed. 

"Why does the Captain never climb your mast?"  Jack said. 

"Yes," Will said as he sat down on the bed. 

Jack knelt in front of him. He tilted Will´s chin up and looked into his eyes. "I can, you know. Just ask." 

Will flushed again and lowered his gaze, "I don´t think I´m ready for that yet." 

Jack ran his thumb across Will´s bottom lip, smiling softly at his young lover. Will refused to look up, so Jack joined him on the bed and wrapped his arms around the lean, muscular body. He said, "My gentle, innocent boy," before he leaned forward for a kiss. 

He explored the soft folds of Will´s yielding mouth, feeling their tongues gently slide against each other. Jack savored Will´s kiss, which, like the rest of him, was sweet and naive. And yet, Jack detected an underlying wildness lurking inside, still waiting to be unlocked. He had seen a glimpse of it when he had kidnapped Will in Tortuga, but Will had since relapsed back to his former shyness. Jack hungered to see that wanton being again, but for Will´s sake, he did not want to force the issue. 

Will´s breathy sigh interrupted Jack´s idle musings. Cursing himself for not concentrating on the task at hand, he pulled back, nibbling gently on Will´s lower lip; he began to reach for the bottle of rum that Bootstrap had given them, but was stopped by Will´s hand capturing his. 

Jack noticed the alarm in his soulful eyes and said quietly, "What´s the matter?" 

"Nothing." 

"No, something´s wrong. Tell me."  "I don´t really need another drink today, Jack," Will said. Jack suspected that Will was lying, but he didn´t feel like pressing the matter. The poor boy already had enough on his mind. 

He leaned in for another kiss and noticed a subtle hesitation. Pulling back, he looked tenderly at Will. "All right, you can´t fool ol´ Jack. What´s on yer mind?" 

Will fidgeted. "I just feel like I´m not doing enough in bed." 

"You´re doing fine, lad. I couldn´t ask for more loving bed partner. What makes you think otherwise?" 

Will twisted his hands together and lowered his eyes. 

Jack said, "Is it your father?" 

Will nodded slowly. Jack felt a wave of sympathy. Bootstrap radiated a raw, confident sexuality through every fiber of his being: from his catlike, slinky movements to his sinful voice and feral gaze. 

He cupped Will´s face between his hands. "Will, I love you the way you are. Do y´believe me?"  Jack saw the flicker of doubt in Will´s limpid eyes. "Can y´let me prove it?"  he continued. 

Will replied softly, "Yes." 

"Then let me take care of you."  Jack kissed Will´s neck gently, sucking delicately on the love bite from earlier. He worked his hands into the voluminous folds of Will´s shirt, mapping the tanned chest. He gently pushed the white linen down until it was wrapped around Will´s slender wrists. 

Will tried to work the fabric off, but Jack stopped him, clasping his hands around the linen and locking it in place. "You´re mine to do with as I please," he purred as he lapped at the hollow of Will´s neck. He continued his assault until Will was moaning softly. Kissing his way down, he swirled his tongue around a dusky nipple. 

Jack felt Will arching up, pressing his smooth chest to his face. He chuckled as Will struggled feebly, but he continued licking and nibbling the tiny nub until Will finally relented with a breathy sigh. Jack kept on his fiery path, covering every inch of Will´s chest with kisses, feeling the lean body quiver underneath him. 

He bent his head lower, stopping to swirl his tongue in Will´s navel, and he smiled when he heard a small whimper. He smoothly transferred his grip to one hand before he reached down and unlaced Will´s breeches. He cupped the hard erection inside, his fingers dancing over the hot length. 

He was rewarded by Will suddenly bucking into his hand, struggling to free his trapped wrists. Jack continued to undress Will, pulling his breeches and undergarments down to his knees. Starting at one knee, he kissed his way up lightly until his lips almost grazed the tender sacs underneath Will´s member. He stopped then, and slowly lavished kisses up the inside of the other leg, listening to Will´s breath hitch as he ascended. When he reached the juncture of Will´s thighs, he delicately swiped his tongue in a lazy path over the furred sacs and up the side of Will´s hard organ. He felt Will trying to buck free, but he maintained his grip on him. 

Once he completed his trail, Jack proceeded to leisurely trace his tongue just under the crown, causing Will to groan and squirm. Seeking to cause Will to completely lose control, Jack dipped lower and flickered his tongue on the sensitive vein that throbbed underneath. Under his ministrations, Will mewled helplessly; Jack felt him trying to thrust forward, but he skillfully pressed his weight against Will´s lap and held him down. He continued his sweet torment by lightly raking his teeth over Will´s hard member, before he took the tip in his mouth and lapped up the moisture beading from the slit. He heard Will´s cries draw out into a loud moan. 

Looking up without breaking contact, he locked gazes with Will. The chocolate brown eyes were clouded over and silently pleaded with him. He smiled and engulfed the rest of Will´s sex with his hot mouth. He was rewarded with a strangled groan as Will tensed and squirmed under him. Jack could see the delightful play of Will´s muscles as he struggled, but he maintained his grip and kept him trapped in place. Will´s soft cries soon turned into loud keens as Jack relentlessly suckled him, swirling his skillful tongue over every inch of Will´s throbbing organ. 

Jack continued his maddening pattern until Will was thrashing so wildly that it took all of his skill to keep him fixed in place. He continued his steady rhythm until he heard the small whimpers Will always gave as he was approaching his release. He then quickly swallowed Will down to the hilt and hummed softly. 

Jack heard Will yowling as he climaxed, and he eagerly welcomed the salty liquid hitting his tongue in long, hot spurts. He hungrily swallowed every last drop, suckling until Will was completely spent. He lifted his head and blew playfully over the sensitized organ, grinning as Will quaked and shivered. He finally released his hold on Will´s wrists, flashing his gold-toothed smile as his lover flopped back bonelessly onto the bed. 

He tugged off Will´s boots and stockings and then removed his breeches and undergarments. Jack then disrobed and crawled into bed beside Will, snuggling against his wonderfully soft skin. 

Will´s eyelashes fluttered as he came back to coherency. He looked down at Jack´s erection nudging his thigh and smiled gently before he reached down to grasp the hard length in his hands. 

"You still need release," he said, toying with Jack´s member. 

Jack gasped. "I´ve got my hand. Don´t feel that you have to do anything." 

Will continued to gently run his hands up Jack´s organ. "But I want you," he said as he lowered his eyes shyly. 

Jack´s sex twitched in response to the breathy words. "All right, then," he purred. He got out of the bed, smiling when Will protested. He reeled over to his pack and pulled a bottle of oil from it before he returned to Will´s eager arms. As he slicked up his fingers, Will ran his hands over Jack´s wiry torso, mapping every inch. 

"So hungry," Jack said as pushed Will down and he eased a slick finger inside, marveling at the tight heat. Will pushed back, silently begging for more. 

Jack obliged him, adding a second finger and causing Will to mewl loudly. The next cry was suddenly choked off when Jack brushed his fingers over Will´s sensitive gland. He continued to lightly stroke the area, watching the lean, smooth body convulse underneath him. 

The chocolate brown eyes looked up at him, begging for more. Jack slicked up his member and pulled Will´s feet onto his shoulders. He positioned himself Will´s tiny entrance and slid in slowly, hissing as he was surrounded by velvety tightness. 

He saw Will´s lips part to voice a throaty moan. He pulled back slightly and then thrust forward, listening to Will gasp underneath him. He leaned down to kiss those delectable lips, feeling Will reach around to caress his back as he stroked him within. 

He continued to move languidly until listening to the soft whimpers gradually turn into throaty cries. Will thrashed beneath him, the chocolate brown eyes becoming unfocused as he was lost in an erotic haze. Jack sped up his pace, spurred on by Will´s loud keens. 

The heat and the overwhelming tightness pushed him close to the edge. He grasped Will´s organ and set a quick pace, beginning to thrust frantically within his lover. 

Will screamed Jack´s name and climaxed, coating his hand with his release. His internal muscles rippled around Jack´s organ, causing Jack to shudder violently. He thrust hard into Will, roaring as he found his release. 

As he was gasping, he raised his hand to his lips and licked Will´s seed off. He then kissed Will, sliding their tongues along each other. 

When they parted, Will snuggled onto Jack´s chest. Jack said, "Don´t ever doubt that I love you." 

"I love you, too, Jack," he murmured, before he drifted off to sleep. Jack continued to stroke the soft brown curls while he listened to the steady drumming of the rain. Soon, the hypnotic rhythm lulled him into an easy slumber. 

***

When the storm blew over, Jack gathered the crew of the Pearl, Bootstrap, and Elizabeth together. They spent a couple of days in Cabezon stocking up on supplies, preparing for their departure. Elizabeth helped with the purchasing and helped to load the supplies aboard the ship, although she kept her distance from Will. Once the Black Pearl was ready to set sail, Will and Elizabeth maintained a careful distance away from each other, although Will felt Elizabeth´s gaze burning into him whenever he stood in his usual position by Jack´s side. 

As the Pearl pulled out of the harbor, Anamaria asked, "Where are we setting sail, to, Captain?" 

"The Isla de Muerta," Jack replied. 

"I assume we´re going there because we have no other leads," Elizabeth said. 

Jack nodded. "If they´re plundering again, they´ll need to drop their booty off somewhere. And even if they don´t, Cortez´s treasure must still be there." 

Once Cabezon faded into the distance, everyone busied themselves with the day´s duties, trimming the sails and manning the oars when needed. Will had initially tried to tell Elizabeth that she could rest below decks, but she brushed him off, telling Will that she was part of the crew now, and that meant helping where ever she could. Will noted that she had only brought boy´s clothing this time and was keeping her hair tightly braided. 

During a lull in the late afternoon, Elizabeth approached Bootstrap. 

"Mr. Turner, I would request a boon of you." 

"Aye, and what would it be, Miss Swann?" 

"I do not wish to be a burden to this crew, and proper ladies in Port Royal were unfortunately not taught to defend themselves. Would you instruct me in the finer techniques of fighting?" 

Bootstrap said, "We only have a week, Miss Swann. That´d be not enough time to teach ye sword work." 

Elizabeth said, "I know. Teach me how to use these, instead," she pulled a small bundle from her coat and displayed a pair of throwing knives. 

"As long as ye promise that one of these will never wind up stuck in me son." 

"I swear," Elizabeth said, "on my honor that neither this pair, nor any other weapons I may acquire will be used maliciously towards Will." 

Bootstrap nodded. "All right, lass," he said. "First things, first. Let´s do this below decks, because if ye miss up here, yer knife will go sailing into the briny deep." 

They retired into the crew quarters, and Bootstrap indicated a wall in that was full of knotholes. He grabbed a bit of charcoal and drew out a target. Once he was done, he backed away and drew one of his knives from his shoulder harness. 

"This is how ye hold a knife for throwing," he said, holding the blade near the tip. 

Elizabeth tried to duplicate Bootstrap´s grip as best as she could. He examined the placement of her fingers and nodded in satisfaction. 

"Now, sight your target, and throw overhead, like this," he demonstrated in slow motion. Elizabeth watched Bootstrap carefully and tried emulate him. She aimed carefully and threw her knife. It embedded itself in the wood with a loud thunk, and she was pleased to see that it landed just at the edge of the bull´s eye. 

"Excellent. Try again, Miss Swann." 

This time, Elizabeth was able to hit the bull´s eye almost dead center. Bootstrap grinned, "Yer a natural. A little more practice, and you´ll be death with them knives." 

Elizabeth smiled at him, "Thank you, Mr. Turner." 

Bootstrap said, "Well, since it´s a´comin´ easy for you, let´s try some different styles of throwing, shall we?" 

"I´ll take whatever you can show me," she said eagerly. 

Will walked by the in the hallway at that moment and saw his father instructing Elizabeth. He decided to steer well clear of them and he scurried above deck and over to the bow as unobtrusively as possible. 

As he stared down at the sea, Will wasn´t sure what to make of this situation. On the one hand, he still loved Jack. On the other, he really didn´t look forward to sharing Jack with his father. 

Father...he was having a hard time accepting Bootstrap as his father because they appeared to be so close in age. 

The familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. "What´s on yer mind, boy?" 

Will blushed. "I-I´m not sure I can do this. Do you really expect me to be able to see you naked?" 

Bootstrap grinned. "No, I don´t. You can swive Jack right after I´m done with him." 

Noticing that Will had turned green in response, he patted Will´s hand and whispered, "I´m joking. I´m sorry to put ye off, lad, I forget how proper you are. Anyway, that little mention I made ´bout sharing? I said that mostly for Jack´s benefit. To tell ye the truth, I don´t know what we´ll do." 

"What?" 

Bootstrap closed his eyes. "Ye haven´t been with him long enough, lad, but ol´Jack doesn´t give his love easily. Don´t let ´im fool you. Everyone has a weakness. Jack may want you to think his be treasure and riches, but it´s not." 

He paused and then said, "I knew that having to choose between the two of us would tear him apart, and I don´t want him to lose his edge. Not before we deal with Barbossa´s men." 

"So, you´re not..."

"Lad, I may not survive this adventure. Or you may not survive. If I´m still here after everything´s said and done, then we´ll sort out this mess." 

The two paused uncomfortably. Seeking to find some conversation to break the silence, Will seized on the first thought to enter his mind. 

"Did you have to scare Jack like that?"  he asked. 

Bootstrap grimaced. "I´m still human, whelp. And I can´t help but be a tad jealous. Don´t ever doubt that I love him."  He tugged open his shirt, showing the tattoo. "Jack was about to be skewered in one of our scuffles with another band of pirates. I jumped in the way and took the blade for him." 

Will looked at the serpent. "Where exactly did you get stabbed?" 

Bootstrap indicated the area. "It was a miracle that it missed me heart, and the bastard pulled his sword down and ripped a large furrow. It took a long time to heal, and I still have the scar here."  He traced over it. "´Twas Jack´s idea to get it covered, and he insisted on getting a matching design on his belly." 

Will frowned. "Father, why did the curse affect you and not Jack?" 

"Hmm, haven´t figgered that out yet. Mebbe Jack can shed some light on it." 

They didn´t see Jack on deck, so they went to his cabin. Jack was lounging in his bunk and he sat up when they entered. "Yes?" 

Will said, "We were wondering about the curse..."

"I have a couple of ideas, love. One is that yer blood didn´t quite do the trick, so everyone is goin´ back to their undead state." 

"But why haven´t you been affected?"  Will asked. 

"I suspect ´tis only a matter of time. Everyone else has lived with the curse for ten years. I was only struck by it for a few hours." 

Bootstrap said, "Ye said ye had two idears. What´s the other one?" 

Jack slurred, "I was afraid ye´d ask that. There was a part of the legend that I didn´t tell Barbossa about. If," he gestured wildly, "say, someone broke the curse, what´s to prevent them from using it to make them effectively immortal? When you want to stage a raid, you palm some of the treasure, laugh at people blowing holes at you, plunder to yer heart´s content, and then return the coins to the chest with only a small bit ´o´ blood and you´re done." 

He continued, "Well, if ye ask me, that´s actually a great deal. So, the Aztecs wanted to make sure that no one makes a habit of this, savvy? So there´s another part of the curse. If someone who previously broke it took a coin from the chest again, a new curse would strike them, and the consequences are much worse." 

"How can it get worse?"  asked Will.  Jack replied, "Oh it can, lad. If some fine, upstanding, man with a tiny thirst for treasure..."

"A pirate," Will interrupted. 

"Ye needn´t get insulting, whelp," Bootstrap said. 

Jack continued, "As I said, a fine, upstanding man...if he can´t resist temptation and, say, borrows a coin, all of the original parties involved in plundering the treasure the first time would be rendered undead. What´s more, a greater blood penalty would be required to break it." 

Will looked worried. "And what is that?" 

Jack said quietly. "One of the crew must be sacrificed." 

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