Posted: July 2004
Title: Here Piggy Piggy
Author/s: Bee and Myr
Type: FCS
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: POtC, LOTR, BHD, 28 Days, Bravo Two Zero, Xena/Iliad.
Characters: Will Turner est. age 18 (Orlando Bloom), Éomer Eadig est. age 20 (Karl Urban), Hoot Gibson est. age 24 (Eric Bana), Eddie Boone est. mid 30's (Viggo Mortensen), Andy McNabb est. early to mid 30's (Sean Bean), Sarpadon est. mid 20's (Craig Parker)
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. We, the authors, make no claim through this work as to the fictive characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein. Two characters in this fictional work are based upon the characters of Hoot Gibson as portrayed by Eric Bana and Andy McNabb as portrayed by Sean Bean and not the private citizens of the same name.
Timeline: Why not 1989?
Warnings:

* Male slash.
* Language.
* Under age drinking.
* Drunkeness leading to 'actions' one probably wouldn't have done sober.
* Rough manhandling of virgin in mudbath.

If this disturbs you don't read any further.

Beta: Manon, Cathy and Lexi. Thank you so much dear ladies. Your contributions and suggestions have been are dearly appreciated.
Summary: Popular Will is celebrating his 18th birthday. All his mates are coming. Soon things get a little out of hand and it's time for the darling of the little town to make some choices of erotic character...
Author's Notes: Let's just say figuring out the whole spectrum of events and cast was a blast. Craig's character was spelled 7 different ways in the various sources we had, and so we decided on the only one mentioned twice, so forgive us if that was the wrong one.

/.../ Indicates thoughts.

~*~

All morning, it had been raining. Will Turner sat on his bed scratching his curly hair. His dad kept asking him to get a hair cut, but Will liked the length of his hair and, if it got in the way during work, he'd collect it with a rubber band. Today was his eighteenth birthday and he had been looking forward to it so much. Most people of the town would be stopping by Eddie's Place to congratulate him, so that's where he'd be all day. He would be spoiled and patted on the shoulder in a comradly fashion. The time was ten in the morning so he quickly dressed in a t-shirt and tight jeans and left the house. His folks didn't care much for parties and would not show up. In his pocket he had the $50 they'd given him, after all, it was a big thing, turning eighteen.

*

Eddie Boone was checking supplies in the back room, needing to be sure there was enough of, well, everything for tonight. Young Will Turner was turning eighteen today, so technically he could not call him young any more, but habits die hard. Eddie wanted to be sure nothing spoiled the party planned for tonight. He anticipated a large volume of customers and all because Turner was going to be there. He was a well-liked young man, pleasant, easy going with a fantastic laugh, full of life and merriment.

Well truth be told, Eddie wanted tonight to be special for the dark haired man. Eddie had become aware of the allure of the affable youth, but he had been a minour and beyond touch. However, not any more; he was going to be eighteen and considered an adult. Therefore, Eddie held out a hope for Will's first evening as a mature adult; he wanted it to be a night to remember. Finishing his list, he decided other than cleaning the main room everything was in order.

Hoot Gibson groaned at the prospect of not finishing in time, so he worked frantically with the goddamn car. It was Sarpadon's car, and he'd come by to collect it soon so HE could get to Will's bash spectacle. He spewed profanities to the dead metal on top of him, and shivered slightly. It had been raining all morning, and so lying there on the floor of the mechanics shop was a bit chilly, but the forecast had promised nice warm weather later on.
Hoot smiled to himself, /Good. Will deserved nice weather on his birthday/. Gritting his teeth, he willed himself to concentrate and finish the car. At least he didn't have to finish the other two cars waiting in line. They would have to wait until the morning...or the day after, depending on how pissed he got.

*

Strolling down the street, Andy McNabb would occasionally nod his head in greeting to a passer-by, a smile of confidence and approachability lighting his green eyes.

He was making extra patrols today, being certain that nothing ruined the massive celebration planned for this evening.
An event that everyone close to the birthday boy had planned on attending. The majority of the well-wishers would be dropping by Eddie's Place throughout the day, and Will would be there waiting for them. After-hours was reserved for those close to the birthday boy; a private celebration had been planned.

It was not every day the town's best-liked youngster became a man, and Andy was going to do his damnedest to ensure a fantastic time was had by all, especially the birthday boy.
Allowing his thoughts to wander for a moment, he brought to mind the exotic features of the celebrant, one William Turner, Will to friends. His dark eyes and hair were accentuated by a dusky skin tone and a lush ripe mouth, one Andy had often seen curved into a welcoming smile for his friends.

*

Éomer Eadig stood resting his shoulder against a street lamp pole on the porch leading into Eddie's Place. Eddie was capable of providing anything. And if it wasn't in his store today, he'd surely have it within a day or two. His large almond shaped eyes suddenly lit up, he had spotted Will's pickup truck.
When Will jumped down onto the street, Éomer came and greeted him with a large smile. He patted Will on the shoulder many times.

"Congrats, Will. You're here already?" He hadn't expected Will to answer. The young man just smiled secretively, and then burst into laughter and Éomer laughed too. It was nice to just laugh with Will. He rarely laughed, but Will could make him do anything. He adored the boy, who was becoming a man today... at 17.37 hours to be exact. That was the time of his birth, Will had said a few days ago. Éomer remembered little stuff like that, he remembered everything about Will.

*

Sarpadon was anxiously hopping from one foot to the other, and it was all Hoot's fault, he didn't have his car done yet. Hell, he'd had the damned thing for most of the day, and as far as he was concerned that was long enough to fix what ever was wrong with it.
Sarpadon did not want to be late, he intended to arrive at Eddie's Place early and stay until every one else had left, then he would be alone with Will. He was no fool, he knew others lusted after that handsome form of the young man, but so did Sarpadon. And what he wanted, he got, any way he could. He was not evil in how he went about getting things; he just would not give up.
Deciding he had waited long enough, Sarpadon shouted over his shoulder as he walked out the door: "Hey, Hoot, I know you're going to the gathering at Eddie's Place, bring my car. I'll meet you there!"

*

Will was inside the bar. Eddie had done things ever so nicely in the back room, which served as a catered bar. Will was so thrilled and happy, he finished his beer...not that he was really allowed, but Eddie had not cared less and had opened the bottle for him personally.

"This is for my birthday boy," he said, and Will had thanked him with a brilliant smile.

"Great...I can hardly wait for the liquor to arrive later!" Will had quipped, knowing Eddie would raise his eyebrows in warning. /I'll get some! I'll just have to trick people into letting me taste their drinks./ Will smiled and mingled with the crowd.

*

Eddie knew he was going to catch shit because of this, but he decided the gamble was worth it, and he just did not care.
A boy only turned into a man once - so what if he technically couldn't drink until he was 21? As far as Eddie was concerned, if you could vote or die for your country at 18, you could drink. Besides, his friends were there to keep an eye on him and make sure he did not get too stupid with liquor and all that.
Will was too grounded to allow himself to lose control, not that Eddie would mind being on the receiving end of a little loose Will; his joy and exuberance for life made him a pleasure to watch.
Shaking his head in mild amusement, the bar owner thought: /We'll see just how much liquor you get tonight./

*

Hoot was right about the weather; now the sun was shining brightly. Once he'd finally finished with Sarpadon's car, he had taken a shower, wanked to the image of Sarpadon's biceps and dressed nicer than usual to take the goddamn car to Turner's bash. He grimaced at the thought of the gathering, but they were mostly all his own friends, and so he'd endure dressing nice. He greeted Will and scowled at Sarpadon, who was wearing a tight shirt showing off those muscles.
Hoot had to look away and focused on the lithe frame of their favourite birthday boy. His gaze sunk lower as the pretty sight of a sinfully well formed ass protruded beneath tight denim. He had brought no gift because they'd all coughed up a few bucks for a gift Will could actually use. Hoot had no idea what Will would get, Eddie had taken care of the goddamn gift.

*

McNabb shook his head as Will lifted yet another bottle to his lush mouth, downing the amber colored liquid, a small drop escaping to slide to down his chin before dropping to the table top.
Looking meaningfully towards his closest friend, Eddie, the Sheriff could only raise an eyebrow in question. Sometimes, it was hard being the law enforcement for the area, but on other occasions, it was simpler and he could let some things pass. Such as an underage person, with a beer, in a bar.

However, Andy knew that no one in the room would allow Will to come to any harm. Silently congratulating himself for shifting the patrol schedule which allowed him to be here, the blond haired man knew he was right to keep an eye on the party. And since he was off-duty, he could hoist a few himself, just as he was doing now.

*

Éomer stood in the background nursing a beer Eddie had given him in light of today's events, since Éomer was underaged as well. Will came to him and they shook hands. Éomer smiled and his face lit up. He only seemed to really feel well when Will was close to him. There were a lot of people present by now, so he felt grateful that Will remembered he was there at all.

"So how are you doing, Éomer? Enjoying my party?" Will asked.

Éomer noticed how Will's cheeks were burning. He seemed highly affected by the beer he'd consumed, and Éomer couldn't help himself and reached out and put his palm on the boy's cheek.

Will laughed. "What's wrong?"

"You...you just look a bit feverish, that's all..." Will leaned closer and kissed a baffled and shocked Éomer on his cheek and then turned and went to see someone else shouting happily for his attention waving a present for him.

*

Sarpadon made the circuit of the room, his eyes never leaving the slender form of the birthday boy, his movements subtle and enticing. Licking his lips, he watched the movement of Will's throat as he consumed more of the beer. A smirking grin crossed his face as the 'man of the hour' became more intoxicated, evidenced by his unstable steps. Knowing his plans for the evening would more easily come to fruition the drunker Will became. He sauntered towards the bar, where he greeted Eddie and requested two beers. Popping the tops, he moved through the crowd and to Will's side.

Without permission, Sarpadon removed the almost empty bottle and replaced it with the cold, full one. Clinking them together, he conspiratorially said in a low voice: "Hey there, Will, having a good time? Drink up man, don't want to waste any, not when you aren't even supposed to have it."

~*~

Chapter 2

Will laughed giddily. He'd soon finished the beer Sarpadon had given him, and he felt soooo happy. He was dancing with everybody at the moment, as the party had progressed to cheerful dancing. He was wondering what his mates had gotten for him. So far none of them had revealed anything, and he grinned. Maybe it was a stripper... but one look at Eddie's face and he knew what a fat chance that was. Éomer declared he simply had no idea and Will believed him. Hoot and Andy looked like they'd know but he supposed he'd just have to wait. At 17.37, Éomer gave him a little something, it was a carved horse and it was beautiful.

"Please don't tell anyone, William...."

"I promise, Éomer."

*

Eddie watched as Will downed yet another bottle of beer and, having lost count, he was beginning to worry. Catching Andy's eye, he tilted his head to bring the sheriff closer, they needed to talk.

"What's up, Eddie?" McNabb's smooth voice asked, a slight frown of concern furrowing his brow.

"I've been trying to keep count of the number of drinks our little birthday boy has had, and truth be told, I lost track at around seven beers. That boy is going to have one hell of a head tomorrow, but tonight is what I'm worried about," Eddie whispered, keeping his voice pitched low to avoid being over heard.

"You think he's getting in deep? Don't worry, I'm tracking him too. He hasn't really finished all of the bottles, probably gets half done and then a new one appears. But, I'll keep an eye out too, okay?"

As Andy spoke, loud raucous laughter could be heard from the corner where Will was currently holed-up, his friends joining in.

"He's enjoying himself, so let it go for now. Nothing stupid is going to happen with us here." A pat on Eddie's shoulder and Andy moved away, making his way towards the party corner.

*

Hoot went to see Sarpadon and put a hand on his shoulder. Sarpadon turned slowly and his almost turquoise blue eyes drilled into his own soft brown ones.

"Hoot?"

"Um...I hope you're fine with the adjustments I made... um...I added a few things.. no charge...but I'm sure you'll find the steering wheel and brakes working like a dream..."

Sarpadon stared a few seconds and then he smiled. Hoot smiled back and then he turned his attention to Will who was circulating once more. He was a real professional at this party stuff. Hoot realised his breath had quickened and he went outside to compose himself. He felt so silly. It was obvious Sarpadon wasn't interested in him, only in Will. They all were, even dumb ass Éomer.

*

Andy quietly stood behind the laughing men, allowing the sound to wash over him, knowing Will's chuckle automatically. Waiting for them to calm slightly, Andy looked back towards the bar and, raising his hand, he signaled for Eddie to join them. Placing his palm against the broad back of the blond haired man, Eddie cocked an eyebrow in question.
Andy tipped his head back, bringing his mouth closer to Eddie's ear.

"I think it's about time to give the gift to Will, otherwise he might not be sober enough to appreciate it later."

*

Eddie closed his eyes as the moist warmth of Andy's breath teased his ear, causing ripples of desire to spread throughout his body. Of all the men in this town, Andy had caught his fancy. True, Will was an enticing figure, but he wanted Andy more, had wanted him from the first day they met.

"Good idea," Eddie, his voice suddenly hard to control.

"Gentlemen, if I might have your attention for a moment?" The sheriff raised his voice, allowing it to be heard above the din.
When the room had quieted and all eyes were on him, he continued: "If everyone will head out back, it's time to give our William his birthday gift. Lead on Will!"

*

Éomer followed the crowd as they went behind the shop. It was later in the evening by now, and not many were left from the day. Éomer assumed that eventually there would only be the six of them remaining, Will and his five mates. They were all very different in personality, but still managed to be Will's best mates.

Éomer had sensed sexual tension all day. Tension between Eddie and Andy towards Will - at least that is what he thought. Tension between Hoot and Sarpadon and Sarpadon and Will. His own frustrations were very simple. He loved Will, not just sexual lust but genuine love. He didn't care if, in the end, he only got as close as to Will as to kiss him; if only he knew Will cared for him. And Will did, so Éomer was happy. Only the other mates' glowing eyes were a big deal. They could hurt him. Éomer shook his head and looked intensely as Will neared the huge wrapped gift. Will was tough underneath the sweetness and laughter. He could defend himself against anybody. His slim body was packed with fast twitch muscles, nobody could make Will do things he didn't want.

*

Sarpadon was no one's fool; he knew Hoot was interested in him, he was always able to tell when his eyes lingered a little too long on his ass. That gave Sarpadon a feeling of power and that in itself was an immense turn on. Nevertheless, he wanted Will, plain and simple. Bend him to his desire, watch his eyes smolder with passion as he brought him to his peak. Was it love? Probably not. Sarpadon did not waste time on love; it was for the weak, or fools. Like Hoot. Not that in general Hoot was a fool; no, just that he let his feelings show. Moreover feelings, could be used as a weapon against you. Trailing behind the majority of the group, he was able to catch slightly obscured views of Will. He would find a way to have him, hopefully before the night was over.

*

Frankly, Will had no idea what was under the wrapping. But he pulled from the top and yelled in surprise at what was revealed. A dinghy! His own fucking dinghy to go fishing down the lake! And brand new equipment. Wow! Then he had a nervous laughing fit. He had really feared they'd given him something completely stupid, but this was amazing. He turned around and his eyes beamed, "Oh guys! This was so unexpected. I really really owe you one!"

He then took his time hugging his mates and laughed giddily, when all of them grabbed his butt... except Éomer. He couldn't fondle Will that way. It was too personal. He'd only do it if Will was a willing participant, and it was only the two of them alone. Éomer only held him as long as he dared without being suspicious compared to the others. Will just smiled at him and winked.

Then he returned his attention to the other guys who looked at him in a strange way.

"What? Was it something I said?"

Eddie stepped a little bit closer. "Oh, yeah, Turner. It was definitely something you said!"

Will could tell Eddie and the guys were as drunk as he was. He smiled expectantly, this should be good.

"Aren't you short a pig at home?" Will's eyes went huge and he knew exactly what Eddie meant by that. He had told earlier in the evening that his favourite pig Piggy had run away from the pigsty. It was very empty at the moment.

"Yeah... we are. Do you think I look like Piggy?" Will smiled.

"You look exactly like Piggy," Andy said.

"Here Piggy Piggy," Sarpadon purred.

"Oh yeah, Turner. It was definitely something you said!" Eddie could not believe those words had come out of his mouth. He was supposed to be one of the mature ones here; obviously not!

"Aren't you short a pig at home?" Shock registered on his face as he quickly spun around looking for the source of the comment. Eddie's bluish-gray eyes widened in further surprise when he realized it was him again.

/Oh, fuck! I've had way too many beers./ Trying to gain control of his alcohol addled mind was near impossible as hot erotic thoughts of chasing a naked Will around in the mud continued to slip in.

"Hey, Will, ever played in the mud?" the inebriated man questioned, a glimmer of devilish charm glinting in his eye.

*

Hoot almost spat out his beer and quickly looked around. It was down to the six of them. The sun was setting, the air cooler and much more pleasant without the stinging afternoon sun. His eyes searched out Sarpadon's but Sarpadon's gaze was glued to Will's seductive body approaching Andy.

Once Eddie had started speaking, Andy locked eyes with him, trying to fathom what the hell was going on and, to his utter disbelief, he added his own comment: "You look exactly like Piggy."

As Will started towards him, Andy shifted his focus to the lithe splendour in front of him.

"You think I look like a pig?" Will incredulously asked.

"No! No, a piggy, not a pig. You know cuddly, cute, and well wanted." /Who the fuck is talking? Christ, please tell me it's someone else doing that!/ Andy could feel himself starting to sweat, but not from panic or fear, but *oh my god* from lust!

Stepping closer to the slender beauty, Andy ran his knuckles down the smooth as silk cheek and asked again: "Have you ever played in the mud? You know, been chased, and maybe caught?"

*

Éomer was becoming uncomfortable. What he had anticipated the whole day was beginning to float to the surface. Will was flirting big time. He was clearly trying to manipulate the older men into something that could rapidly grow out of hand.

He looked at Hoot but Hoot was lost looking at Sarpadon. Éomer stepped closer to have a better look.
Will's eyelids were at half mast as he studied Andy. Éomer swallowed, afraid of Will's answer. Will was so drunk that Éomer doubted the boy knew what question he was answering to.

"I did when I was younger, Andy, and was usually punished for it. But now I'm a grown man. I don't have to ask permission anymore...Pa and Ma are sleeping by now. Earplugs and all..." Éomer watched Will's burning cheeks and moist lips. But most of all he felt his own cock respond, and he was aroused at the prospect of what went on in the conversation full of innuendos.

*

Sarpadon allowed a small smile to caress his features as he boldly stared at Will's cloth covered derrière. To his way of thinking, the night was showing potential after all.

"Gentlemen, might I suggest a little game? Call it a mud-wrestling contest if you want, or better yet! A piggy catching contest, you know, similar to our county fairs.
Winner, or better man, gets Will." By the look of conceit in his eye, everyone knew already who Sarpadon thought was the better man.

"Excuse me, but once one of us catches Will, what do we do with him?" Eddie questioned, extremely intrigued by the prospect of being able to chase others in the nude.

"Why, Eddie! I'm surprised at you." The sarcasm was not lost on the gathering. "The winner, once he catches our birthday boy, gets to fuck him!"

*****

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