Parts 46-50

Posted: October 2003
Author: Haleth

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Part 46 – The Two Turners

There were two of them. Two. And Jack, who's footing on dry land was tenuous at the best of times, felt the earth tip beneath his feet. It was only a hip-rolling, arm-waving miracle that kept him on his feet. He discovered quickly that if he kept his hands waving in a close to figure eight pattern his balance could be maintained.

Bloody Anamaria and her bloody girlfriend and their bloody ideas. Social call, indeed.

Jack swayed and stared and blinked and could only barely believe his black-shadowed eyes. The two Turners stood facing each other. They were the same height. No, Will was maybe an inch taller. They were of the same build. No, Bootstrap's legs were just a bit more muscular. In fact, Will was a slightly slighter version of Bootstrap all over, except his shoulders, which were just as broad. And Bootstrap had just a touch of grey in his hair, Jack could see now in the sunlight, where Will's hair was lightened with streaks of blond. Same liquid brown eyes, studying each other with the same intensity.

Bootstrap was clean shaven, smooth tanned skin and clean sharp lines, such a beautiful face. Will had a scruffy looking beard and moustache, not at all hiding the same jawline, emphasising the same high cheekbones, if a little more delicate. But the jaw. The cheeks, the nose, the mouth, possibly the lips, probably the tongue. Same. It was almost too much to conceive of.

Same sweet, adorable, lovable, lickable, beloved eyebrow crease.

If it weren't for the nigh unbearable awkwardness of the moment it would have been like being in two different heavens at the same time. Awkwardness, and the fact that Tessie loomed just behind Bootstrap's left shoulder with an altogether too keen scowl on her face.

Anamaria just smiled. She'd been waiting for this moment ever since she first laid eyes on her new stepfather. Everything had been instantly clear to her, and she wanted, even needed, Jack to own up to his actions. This was her chance to force him to take responsibility.

It was not that she was opposed to Will and Jack being together. She had no real protest against it. Nor was she opposed to Will as her stepbrother, in fact she was rather fond of that idea. But the idea of Jack as her brother in law, *that* took a bit of doing. If she had to endure Jack in the family, he'd do well to prove he could survive a situation such as this one. Not that she doubted he would. After all, he was Captain Jack Sparrow.

Charlotte could only hold her breath. She thought back to how utterly tempting and innocent Will had looked when she first laid eyes on him at the brothel. Judging from the way he'd been sitting so gingerly in the boat on the way over, and the distinctly carnal noises she'd heard the night before, he wasn't nearly so innocent as he was on that fateful night. Still, when she looked at him now, he radiated youth and energy.

Then she looked at Bootstrap. More mature, more solid, just as beautiful. And it didn't bother her at all that this was her girlfriend's mother's boyfriend and his son. After all, she'd experienced a good many odd situations before. It was simply too delicious. Like chocolate cake with chocolate frosting on your birthday. Better. It was like chocolate cake and chocolate smeared all over your body and someone simply divine licking it all off you.

And when Charlotte took in Jack, the desire painted so eloquently on his fine face, and imagined just what had gone on the night before and how it must have happened many years before as well, she couldn't help admiring his excellent taste. And she quivered all over with delight.

Anamaria and Tessie frowned in the exact same manner.

Tessie saw the resemblance. Oh, and she knew instantly what it meant. She'd seen the way Jack looked at Bootstrap when he showed up in the middle of the night, before. And now, perhaps because of his generally debauched demeanour, squinting in the sun and staring at her husband and his son with that stunned look on his face – not stunned, almost worshipful – he looked, if it were possible, even less reputable.

It didn't bother her that her that her husband had had a male lover in the past. After all, both of her sons preferred men to women, even though the youngest one hadn't really come to terms with that. What bothered her was this: What kind of a man would bed the son of his former lover? And it was obvious he'd bedded Will, that fact simply could not be hidden from her knowing eyes. Yes, it bothered her. After all, this was her stepson, and it was her duty as a mother to protect him from harmful influences. The fact that the two Turners looked so much alike made the matter even worse, in Tessie's mind.

And the fact that the pirate might be thinking of her husband while he bedded her husband's son? She would be dishonest if she didn't admit that bothered her a little bit as well. And Tessie was nothing if not excruciatingly honest.

Bootstrap stood stock still and took in the sight before him. His son. My god, his son was alive. Not only alive, but very well indeed. And here in front of him. He looked strong. He looked capable. He looked like a good, decent man.

He also looked somewhat dishevelled. And he had looked sideways at Jack in an all too familiar way, as if seeking assurance or at least support, just a moment before. And he had a love bite on the side of his neck, at the juncture of neck and shoulder, one of Jack's favourite places to suck, as Bootstrap recalled.

Bootstrap looked over at Jack, who resembled, more than anything else, a rabbit who had happened upon a most delightful garden chock full of kale and radishes and carrots, yet ever watchful for the wrath of the farmer. The curled up moustache twitched nervously, and long agile fingers Bootstrap remembered so well, fiddled with the two neat braids in Jack's beard.

Jack hadn't had the beads in the beard before. Bootstrap liked them. He couldn't help imagining what it might feel like, to have those beads trail up his body, following a slick tongue. To feel them tickle his chin when they kissed. To have them press into his balls when Jack took him deep in his throat. He held back his hand from reaching out to finger the beads, and to stroke Jack's smooth cheek. He concentrated on his son.

Will blinked. His mind was blank but for the realisation that this was his father in front of him. He didn't think about Jack or Tessie or Anamaria or Charlotte or what anyone else might think. This was his father. Knowing he was alive had done nothing to prepare him for the actuality of it.

Jack coughed. Somebody had to. "Well, then, Will, may I have the extreme pleasure of introducing you to your father. And William, your son…" He made a courtly gesture and stepped back, bowing slightly. All the better to avoid the daggers Tessie's eyes were throwing his way.

The two men continued to stare. But Will took a step to his left, right foot crossing in front of the other, boot scuffing just the surface of the rock-strewn path in front of Tessie's house. Bootstrap took a step to his left as well, unconsciously mimicking his son. And another. They circled, like fighters, turned to the side now so they could view each other in profile. Now circling back to the starting point.

"Isn't this just a fine how do you do?"

Everyone swivelled to look at Tessie.

Will had a bewildered look on his face, not all that dissimilar from the look Tessie remembered on Bootstrap's face when she'd fished him out of the tide two years before. It made him look young. It made him look lost. It brought out every maternal instinct in her body.

Bootstrap had a similar stunned look, but it was flavoured with a sneaking dash of desire. It made Tessie want to claim him for her own.

Jack jumped back a foot or two when Tessie spoke.

Will and his father both turned back to face each other. At the exact same moment they both smiled. They both smiled and stepped forward and opened their arms and in the next second they were embracing.

Jack watched this and yanked hard enough on one of his braids to cause his mouth to fall open. Bootstrap's arms were wrapped around his son protectively and Will, bless him, had his face buried in against his father's shoulder, and was holding on as if a violent storm might come at any moment and tear them apart. Ordinarily the sight of his lover in the arms of another in such a fashion would have produced a blinding fit of jealousy in Jack, but that would hardly do in this situation. He could only watch grey-tinged and gold-highlighted chestnut waves of silk blend together and feel the cold little part of his heart that reminded him that he would never embrace his own father in such a manner.

Charlotte watched all this avidly. First the joining of the two Turners, for it was all sinew and long limbs and everything she loved to watch even if it was in a strictly platonic context. But then the look of hurt passed over Jack's face. And she resolved to tell him that Will was not the only person who had figured out who Jack really was. For she knew Will had heard every word she spoke in Jack's cabin and was bright enough to put it all together. Even though Jack might not want to think of Charlotte as in any way related to him, which was perfectly acceptable since they were not in fact related by blood, he should be told he was not the only one who'd survived the Earl of Duncroft, and he was not entirely alone in the world.

Not that he was alone at all, as evidenced by those noises from the night before. But that was a whole other scenario and it was not appropriate for Charlotte to be thinking of that particular image. Not that impropriety would stop her.

At length, the two men parted and stood, again facing each other, at a distance of a few feet. Identical overwhelmed expressions. It was too adorable for words, or so Jack and Charlotte both felt.

Anamaria spoke. "Aye, I thought it was high time for these two to meet. But we've lots of adventures to tell you of, Mum, so let's go inside and talk. I have news of the family for you, even Jacob. Let the men here get acquainted. Or," she looked at Jack, "Reacquainted, as it were."

Tessie nodded. As much as this little melodrama concerned her, news of her children took precedence.

Anamaria had to grab Charlotte by the arm and drag her into the house, away from the spectacle of the identical Turners and their former and current lover.

The slam of the door shook Bootstrap out of his stupor. He ran a hand through his hair. Will did the same. Jack took a step forward.

"So, William," he began and both Turners swivelled to face him, "There's a bit of a tale to be told, I suppose."

Bootstrap only nodded.

"See, it's like this, mate. When I was here last I suppose I didn't have the time to tell you a few things."

Bootstrap nodded again.

"I'd already met young William here. Actually quite a while before. When the curse was broken."

Bootstrap raised one eyebrow, is such a perfect imitation of Will it came close to rendering Jack speechless.

"I believe, for the sake of clarity and in the spirit of full disclosure, that this is an occasion most decidedly calling for a drink. Is there any possibility we might procure some rum?"

* * *

Tessie drummed her fingers on the table.

"A new settlement, free of the navy and the king you say."

Anamaria nodded.

"Kay and Franklin and all the children?"

Another nod.

"Jacob mutinied and left the navy and wants to be part of the family again?"

Anamaria smiled. This part pleased her most. She'd missed her little brother terribly. It was so good that he'd decided to rejoin them.

"Alphonse and Matthew…" Tessie shook her head. It was just plain evil how her son had to suffer for so long, and poor Matthew as well. Such a waste of time. "Together again. My, that is good news. I can't wait to meet Matthew, we've heard so much about him. Truly, this is a time of miracles. Isn't it? Jacob was able to liberate Matthew and find Alphonse. You two together. And now young Will meets his father…" Tessie's face clouded over. Will and Will's father. And Jack. "It's not entirely proper, is it?"

Anamaria choked on her tea, but Charlotte beamed at her lover's mother. "What's not to be proper? They're in love."

* * *

Jack drained the last of the rum from his mug at the same time Will finished his recital of Norrinton's botched capture of Jack and Tessie's children. It had taken the better part of the day to tell the whole tale, from Jack's chance encounter with Will in the smithy to the setting adrift of Norrington and his men.

Bootstrap listened without interrupting unless it was absolutely crucial. And Will had left out certain parts of the saga, certain personal details, but his furtive glances at Jack and frequent blushing gave Bootstrap all the clues he needed to piece together the missing parts of the narrative.

In the end, he sat back and drained his own mug. Only ale, though. Tessie didn't approve of the hard stuff.

"So, here you are. A fine young man, and one I can definitely be proud of, I'd say."

"I just can't believe it's you, after all this time. When Jack told me, I was so…" Will paused to consider what happened when Jack finally told him about his father. He was thankful they were in a dim tavern. In road daylight his skin tone would have resembled a boiled lobster.

Jack inserted himself between the two men, one arm around each, head rolling from side to side in a drunken haze. All day was quite a lot of rum, and the heady scent of the two Turners made the rum all the more potent. How did one deal with a situation such as this?

Bootstrap and Will looked at each other over Jack's head, as it dropped forward to the table with a dull thud.

"You take one arm, I'll take the other," Bootstrap said.

"We'll drag him out to the well and throw a bucket of water over him," Will said.

They both smiled at the same time.

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Part 47 – He's Yours Now

"Does he do this often?"

"No, not really. Did he used to?"

"The odd time."

" He fainted a fair bit on the Black Pearl, a few days ago. He was shocked by something."

"Shocked? What the devil could shock Jack Sparrow enough to make him keel over?"

"Oh, I don't know if… it's really his… he's been fine the last few days."

"Finish your sentences, lad. You don't know if I should know, it's his own damn business and what makes you think he's fine? He's out cold!"

"It's just the rum."

"I've seen Jack drink twice that much in half the time."

"It's the shock."

"He's known I'm alive for weeks now. And you said he told you. I'm the one who didn't know you were still alive. I'm the one who should be keeling over from shock!"

"Well then it's the stress."

"Stress?"

"You and I. Together. It's too much for him."

"So you and Jack are…?"

"Like you and Jack were."

"Hmm. And how did you feel when you found out…?"

"I was angry at first. I didn't know you and he… but then he and I… and now…."

"So you have…?"

Silence.

Captain Jack Sparrow's head throbbed and the light of a single candle burned like the rays of the noon sun. He was in a bed in a nondescript room. Must be above the tavern. There were two figures, one on either side of the bed, and they were talking across him. About him. He was seeing double.

He raised his head off the pillow for a better look.

Ah, Bootstrap. Dear, beloved Bootstrap. So solid and loyal, so loving and kind. Bootstrap was always there for him.

After that first time in the stable, they were inseparable. Anytime Jack had the urge he would pull Bootstrap into his cabin or behind a building or somewhere isolated. Bootstrap was always pliable, always willing under his hands and lips. And on the rare occasions when Bootstrap was feeling bold, Jack would give himself up to the onslaught happily.

Sometimes, when they attacked a ship or got into a brawl, he would find a way to step back and watch. The sight of Bootstrap sword fighting or tussling with another pirate or sailor would send all Jack's blood south, and he would rejoin the fray with doubled energy, so as to get to the end faster. Then he would take Bootstrap, still sweating and bloodied and riled, take him mercilessly. And Bootstrap loved it.

But there was Will. Not so pliable at first. Won't do anything, won't even let anything be done to him, until it is his idea. Or he at least thinks it's his idea. Unless he's never heard of it before. In which case he likes to think about it and make up his own mind before he tries it. But when he does try it…

Jack's head fell back on the pillow, his eyes rolled up in their sockets. The night before, yes, the night before. He remembered it clearer than anything else in his life. Always would, he thought. Buried so deep into Will he didn't want to ever find his way back out again. And the look in Will's eyes when he said he loved Jack. Jack would do anything to see that look, while hearing those words, again.

When they both settled down, breathing calmed somewhat and limbs not quivering quite so much, Will had done this incredible hip roll thing; Jack couldn't even conceive of it. It was sinful that a man could do that the first time he was ever fucked. It set the tight muscles to clenching around him again and he swore Will was still feeling his release. Jack knew if he stayed in much longer he'd be wanting another round, and that wouldn't be fair to the lad on his first go.

When he'd pulled out of Will, carefully, gingerly, Will had let out a long, contented sigh. "Oh, Jack," he'd whispered. Voice full of wonder. Discovery. "I had no idea…"

Neither had Jack.

Now they were talking about him.

"I think he's waking up, lad."

"He's dreaming, dad."

"Of what?"

"You."

"No, you."

Jack moaned softly and whispered, "Me as well. I love you."

"Definitely you."

"I think you're right."

"He never said that to me."

"That doesn't mean he didn't feel it."

"True. But he never said it."

"So you think he means it?"

"He would never say it if he didn't mean it."

"Oh. My."

Jack's mind filled with the image of Will lying on his side, still panting slightly, body covered in a sheen of delicious sweat, while Jack tenderly cleaned him up with a soft cloth and kissed him tenderly and pulled the blankets up over his shoulder before slipping under them himself. "I do love you, Will. I mean it. I mean it forever," he whispered in the dark. Jack couldn't believe he'd said that. It was so twee. He'd never said anything like that in his life. Maybe he hadn't said it. Maybe he'd only thought it. He could live with that.

"He does mean it. That's so… that is just so…." Will was overwhelmed.

Bootstrap smiled. Jack had said it, and meant it. And while it meant that he, Bootstrap, did not stand a chance with his former lover, he was happy for his son. And for Jack.

And he wasn't sad for himself at all, because he had Tessie. And for the whole time he'd sailed with Jack he'd thought that only a man could satisfy him. But Tessie had proven to be quite masterful, and when she bent the ever-pliable Bootstrap, he was more than satisfied.

Ha patted his son on the shoulder and backed out of the room. "Take good care of him, son. He's yours now."

And Bootstrap went off in search of Tessie.

Will lowered himself to the bed gingerly. He was still a little sore, and sitting on the wooden bench in the tavern all day, giving his father the news of the last ten years, had not helped. He made a little noise as he settled next to Jack, which brought Jack straight into consciousness. Will was hurt. He had to do something.

"Y'alright, luv?" He squinted in the dim light, searching for the source of Will's discomfort.

Will lowered his lashes demurely. Jack just couldn't get enough of that. Better than the blush. Not quite as good as the eyebrow crease, but then nothing could beat that.

"I'm fine, Jack. Just a little…" He didn't want to say it out loud. What was the etiquette for this situation? Will shifted, trying to find a comfortable way to lie next to Jack. "I'm fine."

Jack drew Will closer to him, and noticed how stiffly Will leaned sideways. Oh, he'd gone and hurt him after all. All that preparation and he'd still hurt him. Damn.

"Luv, I'm so sorry. I had no intention to cause you any harm. Perhaps I can do something to ease your pain, eh?" Jack stroked down Will's back, fingers rasping across the linen shirt and skimming over tensed muscles. He let his hand wander down to the ever tantalizing swell of Will's arse. Will tensed, but relaxed again when Jack kissed his forehead tenderly. "Won't hurt you, Will. Never hurt you."

They lay in the dim light for a while Jack buried his nose in silken curls.

"Did I ever tell you that you smell of nutmeg? And vanilla?"

"Um. No."

"Well, you do. But you taste sweeter than that." He leaned over, twisted around Will's body, and kissed lightly.

"And you taste of rum!"

"Sorry."

"I don't mind. It tastes sweet. And warm. Like you."

Rain pattered on the roof. Jack burrowed deeper under the covers and pressed the front of his body against Will's back.
"You okay?"

"Sore."

"There?"

"Ouch!"

"That better?"

"Hmm."

"Here, let me…"

The blankets rustled as Jack shifted down.

The warm wetness of Jack's tongue slithered above the top of Will's trousers. How did Jack get his shirt untucked so fast? And how did he get his trousers undone so easily? He felt as if he'd been the one drinking too much rum. Dizzy as the tongue snaked down the crease of his arse. Surely Jack didn't mean to…

"Jack, I don't think I can…"

"Shh, luv. There'll be no breaching tonight. I just want to ease the pain a bit, savvy?"

Will's top leg was pressed forward and oh, and the heated tongue turned suddenly cool and soothing as it swept over tender flesh. Jack had checked him carefully the night before, and there was no real damage, but he was somewhat swollen, the small opening a little overheated. Overworked. Overwhelmed.

This should be so wrong, but it wasn't. It was Jack caring for him with flattened tongue and gentle hands stroking his flank. The wet tongue on what should be his most private place made Will moan softly. Not fucking like it did the night before, just lapping at him.

Will's cock stirred and pressed up against his inner thigh. Jack knew – he heard it. Or sensed it. He slid his hand forward to touch the rapidly expanding organ.

"That's it," he whispered against the tender flesh beneath his lips. His breath and lips and facial hair tickled, and made Will squirm just enough to make Jack growl. He caught the first drop of fluid from the tip of Will's cock and smeared it across the head with the tip of his finger. Lapped again at the inflamed opening.

Will hissed. In a good way.

Jack licked again, this time twirling his tongue around the ridges and grooves and letting some saliva drip down over them freely. The cock leapt in his hand.

"Jack! Oh, please."

He didn't want to spend anymore time licking the hole he couldn't fuck. Not that he wasn't enjoying himself thoroughly, and not that Will wasn't similarly enjoying himself, but there was an urgency in Will's voice he could not ignore.

Jack rolled Will onto his back and wasted no time sucking the hard cock into his mouth.

"Ahhhgg…"

It was difficult to smile around the thickness filling his mouth. Jack knew that if he looked up he would see Will staring down at him, wild-eyed and feral, the way Jack liked to see him. But he didn't look up, because he wanted to stay in control, to savour the experience. He let up the suction and moved his lips up the hard shaft to lick around the round head.

"Jesus! Jack!"

He let the swelled flesh jerk away from his lips. "Is that too much for you to handle, Mr. Turner? Don't want this sort of amusement?"

"Gaahh, Jack, I want it. I don't think I'll ever stop wanting it."

Jack let the grin spread across his face. The boy was, indeed, a natural. He rubbed his pursed lips over the velvety tight skin of the cockhead. Exquisite. He gripped the base with his fingers and pumped a steady, relentless rhythm. Come on, boy, let go, he silently entreated. Jack's lips brushed over the head teasingly, little licks and nips urging Will on. Will was teetering on the edge helplessly, unable to fall over until Jack spoke again.

"Let me taste you, Will."

That did it. Will groaned and pulsed and sent hot, salty fluid up for Jack to catch on his waiting tongue. Not a violent explosion, but a steady pulsing stream that flowed over his quivering cockhead for Jack to slurp up later.

Amazingly, Jack didn't find himself in need at all. He let the slick fluid slide down his throat and laid his head down on Will's thighs, nuzzling at the sticky softening cock and lax bollocks with his nose. Breathing in the thick scent of sex and Will.

Yes, and he didn't think he would ever stop wanting this either.

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Part 48 – Stolen Moments

The dreaded Isle de Muerte.

Captain Jack Sparrow was at a loss as to what he had done to deserve being sent back to that place, but there he was, compass in hand, steering the Black Pearl back to the island which could not be found except by someone who already knew where it was.

Which begged the question, how the hell had Alphonse DeMaurier ever found it in the bloody first place? But that was beside the point.

According to the good preacher, the island was a paradise once one climbed over the razor sharp cliffs and waded through the salt-water swamps of the shores. Jack sincerely doubted it was anything but bad luck. Not only did the island's caves contain the cursed Aztec gold, but a vast treasure trove to which he'd returned two years ago, only
to find the bloody caves had been collapsed in some sort of earthquake before he could retrieve any of the riches, and without access to all that plunder he was sure there was nothing worth going back for. Alphonse disagreed. And he'd taken the Interceptor II, the Dauntless, and a good portion of the DeMauriers there. So Jack had no choice but to rendezvous with them as planned.

Well, he did have a choice. He could turn away and sail off, never to set eyes on that horrid place again. Except for the fact that he seemed to have acquired the rest of the DeMauriers, who insisted on going to the cursed island.

And that hoard of DeMauriers included the heads of the family, Tessie and Bootstrap themselves, who'd taken up residence in the captain's quarters. At Will's insistence, no less.

By some bizarre quirk of fate, Anamaria had taken them to for their little social call just as Tessie's employees had made an offer to buy out her business. So the whole family was going to live together. At, it seemed to Jack, Jack's expense.

So now, not only was he on a fairly crowded ship with precious little privacy, but he was put out of his own quarters and surrounded by nosy family. It was impossible to get even a moment alone with Will!

Just a few hours earlier he'd grabbed Will's arm and dragged him into a corner away from prying eyes.

Will was absolutely delectable. His hair was wind-tossed, curling around his face in a frenzy of nutmeg delight, and his eyes were bright and smiling. He loved to sail, and his whole body was coiled energy waiting to be asked to perform some task, to contribute in some fashion to the operation of the ship. Born to be on the ocean, and it agreed with him in the most delightful way.

"Isn't it a glorious day, Jack?"

Yes, yes, the sky was clear, the ocean was inviting, the air was crisp and alive. It all paled beside the lithe young man Jack pulled into his arms. "Hmm, glorious." He ran his hand down Will's back. Jack loved the feel of strength under Will's skin, the slabs of muscle eager to be taxed. His hand lingered at the curve of Will's waist, a little ticklish but Jack wasn't tickling. He just wanted a reminder of the graceful bow of it, the way Will would arch and offer himself to Jack with such ease. He let his hand drift down, over the swell of Will's arse. God, he loved that arse. So firm and round and perfect.

Will shuddered. "Jack, I don't think this is the place…" Then he purred, just under his breath, when Jack trailed his fingers down across the backs of his thighs. Lovely hamstrings, really. The shape of them, the way they quivered when Will spent in Jack's mouth, the way they hardened when Will rubbed his whole body over Jack's. "Jack…" And he couldn't help rubbing, just a little.

Jack bent one leg up, between Will's thighs, and growled when Will wriggled to get the best friction against his hardening cock. "I missed you last night," Jack growled. "I'm not partial to sleeping without you." Will tangled one hand in Jack's hair. "Tell me you'll spend the night with me."

"I'm on watch at midnight. I'll…" He swallowed his words in a gasp when Jack dropped to his knees and pushed Will's shirt up, exposing his tight belly. Ah, Will's lovely navel. Jack hadn't licked it properly in ages, it seemed. Jack pressed his lips against the darkhollow, tongue flicking out, marvelling at the texture of the fine hairs beneath it. The hand tightened to a fist in Jack's hair. Jack hummed a little and plunged his tongue into the …

That was when they both noticed Anamaria, arms folded over her chest. "You're wanted on the bridge, Captain."

Jack looked up to see her smirking down at him. He gave Will one more, long deliberate swipe with his flattened tongue and rose with as much grace and dignity as was possible under the circumstances. "Thank you, I'll be there in a moment." She turned on her heel so Jack had time to kiss Will once, but only once, before she yelled for him to hurry.

Bloody relatives.

Jack grumbled and eyed Gibbs as the sailor surreptitiously took a swig of rum from his flask. Tessie frowned on the rum. Jack was surprised to find he didn't dare drink in front of her. Was this what Bootstrap had been dealing with the last two years? Bloody hell, how could the man stand it?

Jack's dark eyes scanned the crowd on deck. There was Will, sitting with that cute kid Jack had promised to brand himself for. Must be going soft to promise that, he mused. Will was working with some sort of tools, shaping some metal. Perhaps he was even making the brand. Jack shuddered. He recalled the searing pain of the pirate brand. Really did not want to go through that again.

At least this time he would have Will to make him feel better afterwards. Couldn't contain the self-satisfied smirk that thought produced now, could he?

Then he found himself looking into the scowling face of Tessie DeMaurier.

"What are you leering at, you ruffian?"

Jack straightened his spine, and his expression. "Nothing at all, not of your concern at any rate. And how might I be of service?" As if giving up his bed wasn't enough.

"I believe it is my concern. We need to have a talk, you and I."

That sounded ominous.

"I know all about you."

Now that was a surprise. No one knew ALL about Jack. Not even Jack. And he never would. Some of the, he suspected, more salacious details were long lost in a haze of rum.

"And if you think you can use that boy for your… purposes, just to satisfy whatever feelings you might have for my husband… well, all I can say is, you've got another thing coming, Captain!"

Jack's mouth dropped open.

"So you'd better watch yourself."

He nodded, mute.

Tessie turned to go and he found himself again, caught her arm. "Mrs. DeMaurier, I mean, Mrs. Turner."

She stared hard enough at his hand on her sleeve to scald it, so Jack let go.

"Tessie, luv, listen. The past is in the past, savvy? And the present is, well, I hope it is the future too, because I will not lie to you. I love that boy. And nothing you can say will change that." Jack was pleased with himself. He felt he'd defended his honour quite nicely.

Tessie's frown transformed into a grin. "I didn't believe Charlotte, but I will believe you. Very well, Captain Sparrow. If you love the boy then I expect you to prove it every day. But if you ever…"

Jack held up his hand. "I believe I received this speech before. From Kay, and Alphonse, and even your husband, last night."

Bloody hell, this family would be the death of him. If they were so damned concerned about his love for Will, then why wouldn't they let the two of them alone?

Jack made his way through the crowded hold. It had been hours since he tasted Will, which made his mouth ache slightly, as if it were in withdrawal. Especially his tongue. He craved the sweet taste of Will's mouth and the spicy taste of his skin and the salty taste of his release. All those tastes were imprinted on his tongue, ghosts waiting to be revived by the real thing.

People were spread out below deck, sleeping in hammocks and lying on make-shift mattresses all over the hold. He did not begrudge them an inch of space, knowing the conditions they'd endured on the slave trader. But he wished he didn't have to inch his way past quite so many people and such a huge store of supplies merely to get a little privacy. He wormed past the barrels of nails and tools, flour and other rations, Tessie's loom and the other equipment stacked against the hull. When he squeezed between a huge bolt of linen and the parts for constructing a large bellows, Will was waiting for him.

Jack grinned. "Ah, finally." He took the final step across the floor and warped his arms around the only treasure he really cared about any more. "I've missed you all day long."

"And I you," Will purred. "But we're here now. Is everything alright above?"

"I have full confidence in Mr. Gibbs' abilities. We have several hours before I shall be needed again. Do you have any suggestions as to how we should spend our time, or would you allow me to choose…"

Will giggled. That was just so sweet when he did that. Jack had to sigh.

"Whatever you suggest. You are the Captain, after all."

"Indeed." Jack started to unbuckle the various belts he and Will were wearing. "It's been far too long since I gazed on you," he muttered and unhooked and untied, increasingly frantic in his movements.

"Jack," Will whispered. His hands came down on top of Jack's, calming them. "Slow down, we have enough time."

"No, never enough. Not for what I want to do…" He gripped the bottom of Will's shirt and pulled it up. The ceiling was low, and it was hard to get the shirt off since Will could not raise his arms very high without smacking his hand against the beam above his head. He wriggled loose and soon stood half-naked in front of Jack.

"This is what you wanted?"

"Not all, but it's a start." Jack pressed against his lover, soaking in his heat. He let his fingers wander over smooth skin, plucking at Will's pebbled nipples. "An excellent start, I might add." He nipped at Will's ear lobe, eliciting a throaty sigh. So very responsive.

He licked Will's throat, swirled his tongue around the prominent adams apple, down to the little hollow at the base. When Will moaned, Jack felt the vibration against his cheek. His licked his way down the sculpted torso. "I believe I was rudely interrupted earlier," Jack whispered against golden skin that quivered under his touch. "I shall have to make it up to you…"

Will's head rolled back when Jack resumed his thorough tonguing of his navel and cupped his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. Jack rubbed his palm up and down the hard ridge. The scent of desire engulfed him. Will bucked against his hand and purred loudly.

"Oh, um, excuse me."

Jack pulled his tongue back into his mouth and rested his forehead against Will's hard abdominal muscles. Of all the people to stumble upon them. Will made a disappointed noise before rolling his head back upright and opening his eyes.

"Father!"

"Sorry, son, but Tessie was looking for you."

Will snatched his shirt up off the floor hurriedly and stumbled back toward the stairs.

Bootstrap shifted back and forth for a moment. Jack remained on his knees, staring hard at the floor. It took a concentrated effort to slow his breathing.

"Well, this is a little awkward, innit?" Bootstrap tried to smile. "I really am sorry, Jack."

Jack ran a hand over his face. This was just too much. He had to get all these people off his ship.

Well past midnight, Captain Jack Sparrow climbed lithely up the rigging to the largest crow's nest. The moon shone brilliantly in a clear sky, and the mild night air, a tad cooler than ideal yet still pleasant, cleansed him as he scaled the ropes. When he reached the platform he climbed over the wooden railing and slid down to the floor.

Will was already there, sitting with his chin resting on his bent knees. "You're late."

Jack shrugged off his coat. "Sorry, luv, but it was your bloody stepsister who delayed me."

Will opened his eyes. "Anamaria?"

"I wish," Jack scoffed. "It was bloody Charlotte. She was babbling something about us staying a while when we reach the island, and would we be coming ashore. I don't really know what she was on about. Don't care either." He inched his way closer to Will. "Now that I find myself with you, I find myself incapable of giving a care about anything else." He grinned wickedly.

Will answered with a smile of his own. "I doubt we'll be interrupted here, but one can never tell."

"Your family is rather enterprising."

"So let's not waste any time."

The two men joined at the lips and struggled to bring their bodies into alignment. Not an easy task, with a bloody great mast rising up in the middle of a far too small platform. Will had his body curved around the mast with his upper body draped over Jacks. But Jack's knees kept getting in the way, and Will couldn't get his hand to where he wanted them. But they kept their mouths on each other at all times, desperate for a proper taste.

Jack plunged his tongue into Will's mouth with abandon. Sweet sweet Will, all wet and warm and delicious. Will sucked gently on the tongue, then a little harder. Jack's cock strained to escape his trousers, decidedly unhappy with the cramped state of affairs. Jack broke off the kiss in frustration. "Not that I'm not enjoying you, but it's a tad maddening, savvy. I want nothing more than to stretch out with you proper like. I want to feel your body against me, all of it."

Will nodded. "I know, but we'll be there soon, and once everyone is
off the ship we'll have your cabin all to ourselves. And I promise,
you can feel my whole body, all over you, all you like. You'll be
sick of me."

"Never."

Will pulled Jack's legs toward him, pushing his upper body over so Jack lay on his side, like Will, but in the opposite direction.

"Bloody what are you… I can't kiss you when I'm like this…ooooohhh," Jack moaned as Will rubbed his face across Jack's straining groin. Nimble fingers pulled at lacings and sashes until Will pulled Jack's thoroughly engorged cock out into the night air.

"You can kiss my lips later," Will murmured. He licked the swollen head delicately. "I have something else in mind." With that he lowered his mouth over the hard cock and Jack could only groan in answer.

Jack let his torso fall and realized in seconds that he was facing the wonderfully stretched-tight front of Will's trousers. The mast rose up between them, but by curving his torso just so he could reach it with his mouth. In no time he had Will's leaking member between his lips.

It had been a painfully frustrating day, but this more than made up for it. In fact, Jack mused as he happily licked around the rigid staff, he would put up with a surprising amount of hardship for the chance to do this. Will whimpered and began thrusting his cock deeper into Jack's mouth. Jack responded by relaxing his throat and taking more of Will in. The mast pressed uncomfortably into Jack's ribs but he didn't notice. All he could notice was the hot mouth on his cock and the indescribably rich taste of his lover growing in intensity as Will's cock oozed his rich cream over Jack's tongue. Jack sucked hard on the member, knowing that after the many false starts of the day it would not take Will long to reach his summit. Will erupted suddenly in his mouth, and the rush of flavour made Jack jerk in Will's mouth as well. Will swallowed the release as best he could, and sat up, licking gleaming smears from around his lips.

Jack reluctantly let go of Will and raised himself up so the two men could kiss and taste each other. "Soon," he whispered against Will's mouth. "Very soon."

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Part 49 – The One Who Made Will Turner Say ‘Fuck'

Captain Jack Sparrow licked the very last unlaved inch of golden skin on Will Turner's back, revelling in his lover's deep sigh of contentment. "Every inch, just as I promised," he murmured, and Will actually shook under his hands, which were spread over broad shoulders. "And I'm barely a quarter of the way through," Jack smirked as he swept his tongue down to the dark crevice of Will's arse. "No, we'll save that for later." He kissed and sucked across firm buttocks quickly, not wanting to be distracted from his task.

Will stretched his arms up above his head and groped for the wooden ledge he knew existed at the head of Jack's bed. He needed something to hold onto while Jack licked his way down the back of his legs. Jack paused behind his right knee, lapping at the sensitive skin. Ridiculously receptive. Excruciatingly exquisite.

"Jesus."

Jack paused for a second. Had he really heard that, or did he just imagine it? Will was back to moaning. If he had said it, he wouldn't admit it now. No problem. He continued licking his merry way down Will's calf.

Neither man could imagine anything on earth they would rather be doing.

The whole bloody family was safely delivered to the Isle de Muerte, and the rest of the Black Pearl's crew was on shore as well. After a nerve-wracking half-hour journey through a hidden channel, the Pearl lay anchored safe in a secluded bay, near the other ships of this rebel fleet. Jack and Will were enjoying their first real night alone since picking up the DeMauriers, in their own comfortable bed, with Jack perfectly sober and Will perfectly healthy and everything just perfect.

Jack's tongue painted intricate patterns around Will's left ankle, causing Will's cock to press into the mattress in a just barely bearable manner. One warm hand held his foot gently, coaxing Will to bend at the ankle. The other massaged the muscle of his calf. When wet lips closed over his big toe Will felt a wave of dizziness. Was every night going to be like this? He didn't know if he could handle it.

He wanted to handle Jack. He'd tried to touch him, but Jack kept pushing his hands away, shaking his head and rattling the jewellery hanging in his rich, black hair. "We have forever for that, I need to taste you all over first." That had made Will's heart flutter. Jack intended to be with him forever. That always made his heart flutter. But on top of that, Jack needed to taste him. He didn't want to taste him. He didn't think it would be enjoyable to taste him. He needed.

And so he lay down on the bed, after Jack had removed all his clothing, carefully, one piece at a time and kissed him so thoroughly Will could still feel Jack's tongue in his mouth, still taste the decadence. Then Jack had stripped off his own clothing, revealing inch after inch of his dark beauty to Will. Then Will lay on his stomach, as Jack requested, and felt the first flick of Jack's tongue on his shoulder and his comfortably full cock became positively solid and had remained so ever since.

He could tell he was making a huge wet spot on the bedcover, his cock leaked so when he was this aroused, but that wasn't really important. What really mattered were Jack's lips caressing his instep. Jack's tongue swirling between his toes like that. Jack's mouth taking his foot into it, hot and wet and sucking.

"Fuck."

Oh, Jack was sure he heard that. He grinned around Will's left heel, which he was now attempting to cover entirely with his mouth. Simply sinful that a man could have such lickable feet, he thought to himself. So utterly delicious from head to toe, and yes, he had to have that little toe between his lips again. He just loved that particular purr.

And he, Captain Jack Sparrow, was the one who made Will Turner say ‘fuck'.

Will moaned softly as Jack placed his hands on those narrow hips and turned him over. Long, lithe limbs stretched out forever, ridges of muscle stood out on his tensed abdomen and the most heavenly cock on earth jutted out from damp black curls. Just superb. Jack took a moment to ponder his options.

Should he lick back up the legs, or head straight for the goods? Heavy bullocks lay between lean thighs, so tempting. The round head of Will's cock glistened with his excitement. But the stomach, he could spend the rest of the night just exploring that flat, hard plane. The delicious navel he loved so much, the soft curling hairs leading straight down to the thickening shaft. Which was twitching against Will's hard belly, aching to be touched. And then the chest. Strong and broad, its pink nipples tightening and protruding more with every lick Jack bestowed on the top of Will's foot, for though Jack's mind was pondering the many possibilities, his mouth did not rest.

Will's head slanted back, eyes tightly closed. His mouth lay open, invitingly so. He kept his grip on the ledge, which stretched out his body prettily, and made Jack think highly inappropriate thoughts. A little bit of rope, or perhaps a scarf… there was a hook on the back of the ledge where one might attach such a wrapping. In fact, jack had used it on a few occasions. But his tongue brushed over the scar on Will's ankle, recently abraded skin still healing from the sting of ropes. No, tying him up would never do. Besides, there was no need; Will was offering himself quite willingly, and enticingly.

Jack took extra care in licking the ankle, soothing the newly formed scar. Anger rose in him when he traced the delicate skin with his tongue. How dare anyone try to hurt his Will. The image flashed in his mind of Will, bound and struggling, being pushed over the railing, and made him feel ill. The senselessness of it; if Norrington couldn't possess the boy he would destroy him, and Jack in the process.

Jack once more felt the cold of the water against his skin, the desperation in his heart, the pressure in his lungs as he swam down, down, following the dim sinking figure. His utter relief when he reached down and managed to grab Will's ankle, the same one he was licking now. And his struggle to pull the limp figure up to the surface.

He stopped licking and held his cheek against Will's leg, rubbing against the coarse hairs. Settled the elegant foot on his shoulder. This cherished treasure had come so close to being lost. However could he have survived without him? When they pulled him onto the deck Will was lying deathly still. One of the men, who Jack later found out was a fisherman back home, had deftly turned Will on his side and pounded on his back, forcing the water out of his lungs. Will coughed up the water and took a deep breath, but his eyes remained closed, his lips pale with the cold, his limbs frighteningly quiet.

Gillette had Norrington under his sword by that time, and Jack remembered thinking that he would count to ten, and if Will did not open his eyes by then he would tell Gillette to let the blade do its work.

But, a miracle, chocolate eyes did open and focus on him, and after muttering some nonsense, which Jack really didn't care about as long as he could hear the low soft tones, Jack had taken his love in his arms. And somehow now they were here, back on the Pearl, alone, healthy and quite naked, and Will was looking at him with a most alarmed expression on his face.

"Jack?"

He must have stopped. And Will was wondering why. He noticed Will's cock was softening a little. Jack blinked. It felt strange.

"You're crying."

So he was.

Will slid down the bed and Jack found himself kneeling on the bed with his legs bracketed by strong thighs and a lap full of Will. Who was kissing his face and cooing.

"Don't be upset with me, please."

Jack reached up and held the precious face in his hands to still it. He needed to look into Will's eyes. "I'm not upset. I'm relieved."

Will looked so confused. Jack pulled his head down so he could lick the beloved eyebrow crease. "I'm so very very relieved that you are sound, and I am with you, and I am having a bit of a nuisance comprehending how I ever got so bloody lucky."

A beatific smile broke across Will's face and Jack was sure he could hear his heart shatter to a million pieces and spontaneously mend stronger than it had ever been before.

"I think," Will breathed, a little hoarse, a little needy, "That the rest of me is just going to have to wait." He tilted his hips and pressed his refilling cock against Jack's belly.

Jack felt heavy bollocks drag over his own cock. Heated and sweating. He cock stiffened in answer and he lowered his hands to rest on Will's lean flanks. "Oh really, luv. Feeling a bit impatient then, are you?"

Will nodded and rubbed his lips across Jack's cheek, yanking the headscarf off him at the same time with his free hand. "I want you completely naked," he panted. "And I want to feel you underneath me."

Jack' breath hitched. This was the predator, back again to overwhelm him. He could not have hoped for anything more enthralling than this. He spread his knees a bit to gain better leverage, which Will took as a hint to shift and straighten his legs and then bend them again, but this time wrapped around Jack's waist. The hands on his shoulders squeezed and ran down his wiry arms. He felt a jolt in his cock when Will dragged his hard nipple across Jack's own, and a deep, almost painful pull in his gut when Will's teeth clamped down on his neck.

"God, Jack, I could rub against you like this forever."

And Jack would be rubbed against like this forever, but that would prevent him from fucking Will, so perhaps not.

Their cocks clashed together and they moaned in unison. Jack reached between them to take both organs in his hand. He had to stretch his fingers to encompass them both. Will's whole torso contorted and writhed in front of him. He was sure that the line of Will's jaw when his head was thrown back like that was the most perfect curve in existence at that moment. Maybe at any moment.

"Can we, I mean, like this?" The words came out rushed and almost embarrassed, but Will still spoke them. Jack nodded, unable to speak, and reached for the oil on the shelf beside the bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked, as he slid a slick finger down behind Will, tracing the cleft of his arse. "I don't want to hurt you."

Will wriggled in his lap and brought his opening to the tip of Jack's questing finger. "Yes, I'm sure," he choked out as he forced himself onto the digit. "You won't hurt me." He flexed his hips and brought the finger deeper inside. "And if it does happen to hurt," Licking across Jack's stunned face. "I know I'll love what you'll do to make it feel better." With that he deliberately and with great lust sucked Jack's tongue, which had been somewhat hanging out of his mouth, into his own mouth.

This. Was. Too. Much. The world went pure white for a moment as Jack's brain attempted to assimilate this invitation. More than an invitation. A demand.

Jack jolted back to awareness when Will's teeth dragged along the length of his tongue. Pull yourself together, Jack. He curled his middle finger and pressed the tip against the hot hole stretching around his index finger. Two fingers slid inside volcanic heat, and Will purred into Jack's hair.

Now Jack became fully aware of his cock, and how hard it was, and how much he wanted to be sheathed in that delicious heat, He worked his fingers around a little more until Will, clever boy that he was, reached between them and ran his fingers, slicked with more of the oil, over Jack's cock.

"Fuck me, Jack."

Oh no, fuck me, Jack thought wildly. "Patience, luv," he groaned and strained his wrist to plunge his fingers into the oil-slickened tunnel at the right angle. There! Will went stiff all over and keened, loud enough for the sound to carry across the water. Oh, everyone would know just what was going on in the captain's cabin tonight. And the little hole softened and opened up like a flower blossoming around Jack's fingers. Jack nudged Will up, and tight thighs contracted, lifting Will into position. He purred at the first contact of Jack's cockhead against his opening.

And then he sank down, slowly and steadily; taking in Jack's hard, thick cock inch by inch, a delightful look of concentration on his face, pink tongue flicking out to moisten full lips. When Jack was fully sheathed he let out a long sigh.

"I can't…" Jack's mind went numb. He couldn't think of what he couldn't do.

"Yes, you can. You know you can," Will purred and began to ride Jack's cock at an infuriatingly slow pace. He gripped the hard shaft, and the thick length filled him to completion, or as near as it is possible. "Oh, Jack, you have no idea."

But neither did Will.

Jack pulled his lover close and rocked back and forth, letting Will's weight settle him even further down. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper, and every one made Jack brush against Will's gland. Will began to shake in Jack's arms, and Jack knew he was very close.

"Yes, Will, let me watch you…" He gasped when dark eyes met his and did not look away. "So astonishing," he marvelled. "You are my treasure."

The eyebrow crease went impossibly deep, but Will kept his gaze on Jack.

"I…oh…Jack!" Will's cock erupted against Jack's belly, spurting thick ropes of silvery cream. But he kept moving on Jack's cock, even as he clenched and churned around it, and smeared his hand with the sticky release. He lifted his hand to Jack's mouth. "Taste," he urged, "All of me."

Jack licked greedily, slurping noisily and bucking his hips up so he rammed into Will.

"I want my taste on your lips forever."

That did it. Jack sucked three fingers into his mouth to muffle his scream as he released deep and fully inside Will. Will squeezed his legs around Jack. "I love you," he hummed right before he pulled his fingers out and brought his lips to Jack's mouth.

Jack found himself on his back with an annoying but perfectly acceptable cold wet spot under his left buttcheek. He tried to recreate the night, and then realized it must be the leakage from Will's eager cock, when Jack had been sucking on those pretty toes. He smiled and drifted off to sleep with Will curled up against him.

The silence of the cabin was broken by the sound of the door creaking open slowly. A sliver of moonlight crept across the floor and brushed over Jack's eyelids. The rustle of clothing was followed by a faint sniffing sound.

"Who's there?" Jack was half-sitting in an instant, with a befuddled Will clutching his chest and the knife from beneath the mattress directed toward the intruder.

The door swung open further and a figure walked into the cabin, inhaling deeply. "Hmmm. Smells like I missed all the fun."

Jack dropped the knife. "Charlotte? What the bloody hell?"

Will blinked in the dim light.

"Sorry, I know it's late, but I couldn't sleep. Didn't want to disturb you, but I won't get any rest until I have an answer."

Will sat up groggily. "Whatever is the matter, Charlotte?"

The former harlot suddenly looked very innocent, standing fully clothed in the centre of the room in full view of the two naked and thoroughly debauched looking men. She smiled shyly. "I have a favour to ask of you, Will. But I expect Jack will want to hear it too."

Jack grunted. "Just state your request, Charlotte. That's quite enough of the innocent act."

"Yes, Charlotte. I'd love to do whatever I can to help you. We're practically family. What do you want?"

Charlotte took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage.

"Will, I need you to get me pregnant."

See Interlude: All Tessie's Children 3 for more information on Tessie's family or continue to Part 50.

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Part 50 – Keep Him Thinking About Jack

Captain Jack Sparrow sat dejectedly on the beach, staring out over the dark water at the hulk of the Black Pearl. Banished from his own ship while that harlot had her way with his lover. It wasn't right. It wasn't decent. It wasn't at all what he'd had planned for the night.

After that incredible night aboard the Pearl with Will, when Will had ridden him to oblivion, Jack had made up his mind to spend every single night for the rest of his life with his arms around his young lover. But here he was, alone on the beach.

Not alone. A dark, brooding figure approached, rum bottle dangling from long fingers at her side. Anamaria. She had every reason to be brooding on the beach as well, and misery does love company, so Jack shifted to the right to make room for her on the log on which he perched.

She held out the bottle, and he gratefully took a long pull on it.

"Cheer up, Jack. Not so bad for you. He doesn't even like girls." This was Anamaria's mantra. She repeated it as often as necessary. Will does not like girls.

"Oh, he doesn't, does he? Then why was he in love with that Elizabeth wench for all those year, then?" Jack hiccupped and took another drink. His own bottle was long since empty, lying in the sand by his boot.

Anamaria shrugged. "He was just a boy." She pointed at him emphatically. "You made him a man, didn't you? He's in love with you, mate. You've got nothing to worry about." She snatched the bottle back and drained the last few drops, leaning heavily against Jack's shoulder.

Jack listed away from her, but her weight followed his movement. "Anamaria, darling, I don't think you have to worry. It's obvious the harlot, I mean, Charlotte, loves you very much."

"But does she? Really? She was all too eager to go off on your ship with your boyfriend. I'm not stupid, you know. I may not fancy men, but I can tell how women who like men… and how men who like men… hell, how everyone who likes men… oh god, Jack. He's really very beautiful, isn't he?" Anamaria toppled over to the side and fell in a heap at Jack's feet, passed out cold.

He felt for her, he really did. He looked back up at the Pearl and tried to imagine what might be happening at that very moment.

* * *

"Relax, Will. I promise I won't hurt you." Charlotte said from her place on Will's lap.

He gave her a shy smile, eager to please but uncertain of what to do next. She was so different. She had round, soft breasts that almost spilled out of her bodice, as if they couldn't be contained. And her bottom was soft against his legs, hips wide, shoulders narrow.

"You are so sweet, and so innocent." Charlotte cooed. His hand felt huge on her small waist, his chest broad under her breasts, his legs long and muscular.

This was about having a baby, not romance or love, or even sex, really. But that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself. It might be the last chance she ever had to have fun with a man, and there was no reason to ignore the fact that the man in question was very desirable. Charlotte wriggled on Will's lap. "Is there anything we need to discuss? When I was working I didn't used to kiss much. Would that help, if we didn't kiss?" She'd always felt safer with the distance not kissing provided.

Will shook his head. "No. I don't know. I like to kiss, I suppose."

Charlotte squealed in delight and leaned in to kiss Will. His lips were softer than she anticipated, and completely passive. She couldn't tell if this was because of nerves or because he usually let Jack take the lead. She could cope with taking the lead. She pressed her mouth harder against his and ran her tongue over the seam of his closed lips, and when they parted Charlotte got to experience the sweet taste of Will for the first time. Lovely. He tentatively moved his tongue to meet hers, so innocent. It was driving her wild. On top of getting a baby out of the deal, she would get to have what, for all intents and purposes, was a virgin.

For his part, Will found kissing Charlotte to be strange indeed. Her full lips, while pressing hard against his, did not have the same force as Jack's could, when Jack was taking control of things. Instead of feeling as if he was being deliciously taken, it felt forced. And he missed the rasp of Jack's moustache across his upper lip, and the smooth beard against his chin. And her soft skin made him worry if his own facial hair was too rough. He didn't feel as if he could just abandon himself like he did with Jack.

Charlotte ran her fingers over sinew and muscle and felt herself dampen. This boy tasted good, he felt good, he would make her very happy. She slid one hand down over his chest, skimming over the rough fabric of his shirt, down to his slim waist. And found…

Nothing. As much as Will found the kiss pleasurable it produced no physical response at all. He was enjoying it the way one might enjoy a cool breeze on a hot day.

Charlotte frowned. This would not do. She tried writhing a little, rubbing herself kitten-like against him, kissing a bit harder, even moaning.

Maybe Anamaria was right. He didn't like girls.

Will gave a bashful little smile. "I'm not sure what to do, I'm sorry."

Charlotte could respect that, but she needed a baby. It was sweet in a way. He was so completely not aroused by her, but he still wanted to knock her up. He remained completely oblivious to how it might make Jack jealous. Jack, that is, who clearly did not want his lover put out to stud. To Will it was just a matter of impregnating her because she wanted him to. Silly Jack. It was obvious to Charlotte from the start that she posed no threat to Jack as far as Will's and his relationship was concerned. Unfortunately, she now saw that she posed no threat as far as Will's fidelity went as well.

Charlotte had to think of some way to get Will excited enough to complete the deed. What would Jack do in a situation like this? Jack. Of course. Why hadn't she thought of that before? The wine must have gone to her head. "Will," she whispered, low and throaty, "Why don't you tell me how Jack gets you hard?"

That got his attention. Ooh, and what an adorable little crease between his eyebrows.

Will shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean?"

Charlotte stroked his chest. "Well, I need you to get hard, so I was wondering what Jack does when he wants to get you hard."

Will thought a moment. What *did* Jack do when Will was soft and Jack wanted him hard? Oh, yes. Now he remembered.

"I've never been not hard, so I don't know."

Charlotte giggled. She'd figured as much. "Surely, you must get soft some time. After you make love, perhaps? What if he wants to go again? What does he do then?"

Will closed his eyes and thought about the night before. After half an hour of Jack trying to convince him he shouldn't help Charlotte, and Will threatening to row back to shore if Jack didn't agree to the plan, they'd enjoyed a rather frenzied session out on the deck, involving Jack's hand wrapped firmly around both cocks as once. After licking each other clean they retired to the captain's cabin.

Jack looked wicked in the most delightful way. Kay had gone at him with the kohl again, and his feline eyes sparkled in the candlelight. He kissed his way down Will's body and indeed encountered a soft cock, but not for long. He took the limp organ in his mouth, rolling his tongue all the way around the head, and sucked just a tiny bit, whilst nuzzling Will's crisp nutmeg curls. His hands danced over Will's tight abdomen, fingers pinched at Will's nipples, palms caressed his thighs. Will found his cock refilling at an alarming rate, and Jack never let go until he was fully hard and purring in contentment.

Charlotte placed her hand delicately on Will's cock and grinned, with her face discretely hidden in the crook of his neck, when she felt it stir. More than just stir, actually. "Tell me what Jack does to make your cock hard."

Will opened his eyes and returned to the present in time to feel Charlotte's little hand squeezing him, growing steadily. He was shocked by that sort of language coming from a woman. He himself only found the courage to say such things at the very height of passion.

"I can feel your cock growing," Charlotte whispered. "Are you thinking about Jack?" Now that had to be the sweetest blush Charlotte had ever seen. The boy was embarrassed, but it didn't stop him from hardening so she decided to embarrass him a little more. "Does he like to put his mouth on you?"

"I, uh…" Will seemed to have lost the ability to speak. That was fine. Charlotte could do the talking.

"Is he very good at it? Does he know how to lick you and suck you and make you want more?"

Will whimpered, in a very pretty way, and shifted his hips a little, so Charlotte could have more access to his cock, which was decidedly hard now, and beginning to get uncomfortable. "Yes," he whispered in a small voice, as if afraid to admit it but unable to not answer. Jack was a genius, as far as Will could tell. His cock began to leak at the memory of Jack, kneeling between his legs and swallowing the whole of Will's cock. He took it into his throat so smoothly. Will could never do that. It was always a struggle to get more of Jack's cock into his mouth, and he had never buried it all the way.

"You must look so beautiful together, you and Jack. I'll bet he just loves sucking you. I'd like to take a look at it, if you don't mind. I want to see what Jack gets to see every night…"

Charlotte slipped off Will's lap and unfastened his trousers. Oh yes, this was a very nice cock. And Will had the most delightful smell about him, sort of spicy and mellow at the same time. And very, very clean. He must have gone to some trouble to prepare for this evening. She liked a clean hard cock better than any other kind, but then who didn't?

Will spread his legs a little and Charlotte held his rather large cock in her rather small hand. "Does Jack kiss you like this?" and she placed a single kiss on the weeping head. The cock twitched under her lips and she opened her mouth to take the smooth head inside. Will clenched his fists and moaned when she circled her tongue around. Lovely taste, but that wasn't what she was there for. She just had to get Will hard enough to do it, and excited enough to stay hard.

* * *

Jack strained, eyes closed tight in concentration, to hear any sounds from the distant ship. He felt both his cock and his temper stir when he heard a moan. Definitely a moan from Will. A slightly choked moan. The exact same type of moan Will made when Jack took Will's cock into the back of his throat. Damn that harlot! She had his permission to get fucked and fucked only. How dare she taste his Will?

Jack paced back and forth on the wet sand, fuming. You just can't trust a harlot to keep her mouth off your treasure.

* * *

Charlotte was pushing Will down onto the bed. "Shirt off, luv, that's it. Don't you fret. I'm going to do the work here, you just lie back and think about how nice it feels when Jack takes your cock in his mouth." That was the trick, to keep him thinking about Jack. Charlotte wriggled out of her dress and watched Will's eyes widen.

Had he never seen a naked woman before?

He reached out tentatively to touch her breast. It was as soft as it looked, but warmer than he anticipated. He brushed his fingers over her pink nipple and she shivered. Then he cupped the round pale flesh in his large hand, and seemed amazed by the weight of it, the texture, everything.

So he hadn't ever seen a naked woman. At least not close enough to touch like this. She could handle that. She climbed up onto the bed and lay beside him. Will was flustered, but still hard, so Charlotte took that as a good sign. She propped herself up on one elbow and placed her other hand one Will's flat stomach.

Will kept his hand on her breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She seemed to like that. If he was going to do the breaching he wanted adequate preparation. He liked having his own nipple played with. Perhaps women weren't so different. He curled up, giving Charlotte a thrill when she felt his muscles harden under her hand, and took the nipple into his mouth.

This was just too different. He couldn't feel any hard chest muscles, only soft flesh. Charlotte moaned in a girlish way, not the throaty way Jack did. Then he nibbled, a bit too hard evidently. Charlotte squeaked and Will dropped her nipple from his mouth. Charlotte's hand drifted to his cock to feel him soften a bit in confusion. Blast!

"Oh, Will, Jack must just love lying on top of you and feeling your whole body under him. Do you like rubbing your cocks together?"

Ah ha, hard as a rock once again. Charlotte thought about Jack. Lying on top of Will. What a lovely picture. She squirmed against Will and rubbed against his thigh, needing some friction to ease the tingling between her legs.

"Will, I want you inside me now." Charlotte rolled over on top of him. Will automatically reached above his head for the vial of oil Jack kept on the ledge. Charlotte batted his hand away. "No, luv, that won't be necessary." She spread her legs on either side of his tense thighs. "I'm no man." She held his cock at the base and rubbed it across her wet folds. Will jumped a bit, shocked by the wetness.

This was entirely unexpected. He was used to Jack's careful preparation. Instead, Charlotte just positioned herself and slid down his length. So slippery and so hot Will gasped. She just held him there, fully sheathed, for a moment, so she could watch the intense look on his face. He let out another one of those moans, prompting Charlotte to move on him, slowly at first but building up speed as she slid up and down his thick length.

* * *

Oh, now what the devil was she doing to him? The poor boy sounded desperate. Shocked. Jack knew it. She was fucking him. He'd acquiesced to this crazy idea for the greater good, and now regretted that flash of misplaced generosity. Not that he'd agreed to it entirely of his own free will. How could one possibly say no, when Will Turner had just given him the most mind-staggeringly brutal tongue-sucking, and then threatened to row to shore?

And what right did she have to be making his lover make those noises?

* * *

Charlotte found herself on her back, after a rather awkward elbow to the breast, for which Will apologized profusely and Charlotte had had to mention Jack's flat tanned chest and wax poetic about the substantial size of Jack's cock (she could imagine) before Will achieved full hardness once more. Will was settled between her spread legs. That way he rolled his hips, it was sinful. Hard to believe this was his first time, and she suspected he might like girls after all. But then she realized that he only kept up the pace when she whispered those naughty things about Jack in his ear. Interesting. As soon as his attention began to flag and his thrusts turned into mere prods, she ran her hands down his lovely backside. "Hmm," she whispered, "I bet Jack just loves your arse." She stretched and slid one hand down his cleft. He shivered under her touch. Charlotte ran the pad of one finger down to the puckered hole and pressed against it. "Did Jack have his cock in your arse last night?"

Will jumped and rammed his cock into the wet tunnel. His eyes were clenched tight, and in his mind he saw Jack lying underneath him, both hands on Will's hips, urging him to ride faster and harder. Will had his legs spread and Jack's cock fully up his arse, and the ache and pleasure and joy of it was almost too much to stand.

Will's cock filled Charlotte beautifully, but the angle wasn't quite right. It felt fine, and was making her wetter and more excited by the second, but it wasn't enough. She couldn't figure out how to get more from him. She figured she'd try the Jack approach once more. Charlotte pressed her finger a little further, just breaching the hot hole. Tight, but not virginal. "Did Jack fuck your arse hard last night? Did it feel good having his cock up your arse?"

Will whimpered and thrust frantically into her. It felt so good to push into her body, to have his cock completely surrounded like that. But the thought of Jack fucking him the night before made it even better. He cried out hoarsely and released inside her.

Charlotte sighed. So close. Still, the object here was to have a baby, not to have completely satisfying sex. Mission accomplished. Now what was she supposed to do?

* * *

Jack stared down at his own footprints in the sand for a long time. He knew that cry. That was definitely a cry of completion. He'd just heard Will Turner spill his seed into someone else. But he wasn't angry. He wasn't jealous. He felt crushed. He wasn't the only one who could make Will feel like that. He wasn't the only one.

He started when he heard the bottom of a boat scrape along the shore. Charlotte, hastily redressed and looking a little frantic, stepped out of the boat. She spotted Anamaria on the ground and hauled the pirate to her feet.

"What? Who?" Anamaria shook her head awake and took in the sight of her dishevelled girlfriend. "What happened?"

Charlotte grimaced. "Tell you later. Right now we need to go somewhere private before I burst." She dragged Anamaria up the beach. She turned her head to call over her shoulder, "Lovely boy, Jack, but not terribly satisfying. And I don't think he really likes girls. You'd best row yourself out there and take care of him. He's a bit shook up."

Jack fairly leapt into the rowboat.

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