I burn for you

* lyrics belong to sting.

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Now that I have found you,
In the coolth of your evening smile;
The shade of your parasol
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Will sailed round a rocky out cropping, but suddenly forgot what he was doing, as he stared open mouthed at the ship that was tucked into an inlet. Between he and is abs about a mile of breakers and deep water. It had taken him months, but he'd finally done it. Will Turner had found the Black Pearl and her crew. The tall ship stood regally at anchor not far from Tortuga. The years of misuse by the cursed crew seemed to have left no mark on the ship. Will stood at the bow of his tiny sloop and smiled. Soon he would be home. Not that home was the Black Pearl, but rather home was anywhere the ship's Captain was. Will's smile faded, thinking of the last time he'd seen Jack. It hadn't been long after Will and Elizabeth's ill-fated marriage ceremony. Jack had been rowing rather happily away from Port Royal, Elizabeth's new ivory parasol open and tucked under one arm.

Jack had spent a large part of the wedding ceremony drunk. Drunk was the usual state for him, Will knew this for a fact. But at the wedding, something seemed off. Jack's smile wasn't as manic. His dark eyes didn't flash with laughter and lust. His dark eyesn'tn't flashed at His His smile had been painted on, rather unconvincingly, at that. Not even Commodore Norrington's attempts to arrest him had made the pirate smile. He'd been under the Governor's protection; can't have a wedding if the best man is under arrest, after all.

For most of the ceremony, Jack had been quiet with an odd look on his face. He didn't utter a single comment as the happy couple kissed. The 'happy couple' had, however, not remained that way for long. Jack had stood up, rather unsteadily (not all that surprising), and lifted his bottle in toast. Will sighed and ran hand through his hair. The moment still haunted him.

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Jack's chair pushed back from the table and toppled over as its owner stood shakily. He raised his bottle towards Will and Elizabeth. The room went deathly silent. Jack smiled, his first true smile of the evening.

"To Will," he said gently, his words only the tiniest bit slurred. "May he find happiness with Elizabeth." The rest of the room raised their glasses.

"To Wi..." they began to chorus, but were promptly cut off.

"And to Elizabeth!" Jack went on his eyes turning almost black with a spark of something Will hadn't recognized. "May she someday learn exactly how precious a treasure she has received." Jack had taken a huge pull from the bottle and leaned forward, one hand braced on the table. He stared straight at Will. "After all,"k cok continued, his voice much softer than before, "some treasures are not made of gold or silver." Jack had hung his head then, his hat falling unnoticed to the table as the rest of the room chorused "To Will and Elizabeth!" Will had felt unexpected tears sting his eyes. Blinking them away, he noticed the tiny drops that stained the tablecloth where Jack stood. Stains that were clear, not the amber splash marks left by his rum.

Jack had been crying... for him?

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Will shook his head and tossed the anchor into the ocean. Dusk was falling, and he had no desire to sail in shallow waters after sunset. He sat back on the deck with his new favorite companion; a bottle of black rum. As was his now normal state of affairs, he had Jack on his mind. Once upon a time Will's thoughts had burned for Elizabeth, but now It was all Jack. Jack's sinfully dark eyes and devilish grin. Jack's swagger, his mouth and lips, and oh bloody hell, Jack's tongue. Will's gaze lifted from the distant ship to the sky, darkening overhead. Will's eyes darkened with lust. Jack's tongue had been the last piece of the puzzle, really. Well, the beginning of the last piece. Jack's deft hands and warm body had been the rest of it.


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And your love flows through me.
Though I drink at your pool,
I burn for you.
I burn for...
~~~~~

It was the very end of the wedding dinner. Most of the guests had left. Elizabeth had gone upstairs, surrounded by a crowd of fluttering females, to do God only knows what in preparation for their wedding night. Jack and Will stood alone on the balcony, the warm night air gently caressing them.

"What did you mean?" Will found himself asking, and blushed beet red in the darkness.

"By what, mate?" Jack asked, very obviously not looking at Will. The pirate Captain was actually fiddling with his hat, bending the brim back and forth with his hands.

"By that toast," Will said, grabbing the hat and forcing Jack to look at him. "What did you mean, Jack?"

"You know what I meant," Jack said softly, his voice dark and heavy with something Will took for anger, tinged with lust. "I know you felt it, too."

Will dropped the hat, his wildly beating heart in his mouth, strangling him.

"On the ocean, just the two of us," Jack went on, voice raising in intensity. "Every time I touched you. Every time you looked at me.." Jack grasped Will's hands and drew Will towards him. "You called out my name in your sleep, Will."

"Jack.." Will whispered.

"No. No words," Jack cut him off ruthlessly. "Just the heat. I know you felt it. Felt the burn. The heat coming off your skin." Jack smiled then gently, and ran one hand, calloused and scarred, over Will's cheek, and Will felt it. Felt the heat and the burn pass from Jack's hand to his cheek, then over
his entire body. Will's eyes widened, and Jack smiled grimly. "You see?" he asked, then leaned forward, apparently not wanting an answer.

Jack's lips were hot and sweet. His hands were suddenly in Will's hair, roaming, pulling and petting. Will moaned and opened his mouth. Jack tasted like rum and, strangely, the ocean. The heat was intense, amazing, like nothing Will had ever felt before. It filled his body, ran through his blood and steamed in his brain. The kiss was everything Will had ever dreamed of, and he had dreamed. It was amazing and fantastic and.. suddenly over. Will staggered backward as Jack released him, both of them gasping for air.

"Jack?" Will asked, as Jack stepped away from him, face sad. Jack shook his head, then bent to retrieve his hat.

"It's time you were to see yer bride, mate," Jack said, his voice harsh with lust and longing and denial. "Just, well.. if ye ever.." Jack stopped and ran forward, kissing Will again. This kiss was hard, no hint of softness, just harsh lips, twisted with sadness and anger. "Ye know where to find me come
morning." Jack stepped away and jumped down into the garden, his voice floating back. "I'll wait for ye, but not forever, Will Turner."

The next morning Will had gone to the harbour, only to find that he was too late. Jack was rowing away from shore, while some man screamed after Jack and his stolen boat. Will had called and waved, but had only received a jaunty wave of the parasol in return. There were no other boats. All the others had left port with the morning tide. So Will had stood alone, a single slow tear burning its way down his cheek, until he could no longer see the tiny boat. He'd then returned home, to his wife.
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