Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (10/?) Copyright 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, self-pleasuring, angst… sneaky Barbossa and Will in eyeliner! Plus you’ll find out more of my quirky likes… *looks around paranoid-like* Boys in eyeliner, squeeeeee!

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn!! I! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: The lovely Mistaya!

Feedback: Please do.

Summary: More squabbling between the reluctant couple and Barbossa makes himself even more hate-able! Oh yeah, Jack has the only truly safe sex… masturbation!

Author’s Notes: Yet another lousy chapter that I had to rewrite. Grrrrrrr! I hate that disk so much… sometimes I swear the technology gods are out to get me. I’m still having trouble with my laptop… *tries not to cry* and I’m totally fucking sober! Bah! Well Jack’s little self-love scene is for Red… she said I should have Jack rape Will… in his mind! She was probably teasing, but since I had to rewrite this anyway, I figured I’d give all you patient people some slashy action… even if it is only a fantasy.

Author’s No2: *2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’. Okay here we go!

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Jack grunted and rolled over onto his back. He’d been tossing and turning for over an hour---his insomnia coming back with a vengeance. He’d managed to fall asleep for about an hour, but like always, nightmares plagued his mind and he awoke shaking and terrified. He missed his rum. At least when he had that he could drink himself into a stupor and then pass out into a dreamless oblivion.

“Fucking traumatic childhood…” he muttered angrily. He shook his head and tried to make the memories disappear again, but that only brought on even more tormenting dreams; dreams of pink lips and chocolate eyes, of wavy hair and baby soft skin. Jack felt his shaft harden and sighed in annoyance.

‘Naturally,’ he thought sarcastically. He looked over to make sure that the object of his affection was still sleeping before he snaked a hand down his tanned muscular chest and inside his black boxers. He circled his fingers around his already pulsing shaft and started pumping. He closed his eyes as he traced a finger over his right nipple, closing his eyes to think of the sleeping beauty just a few feet away.

“Fuck me, Jack… please, I need your hard, dripping cock inside me…”

Jack moaned as the image of Will straddling his waist came into his mind. The teen smiled down at him and chuckled, licking his lips before leaning down to suck on Jack’s nipple. Jack entwined his fingers in the silky curls and bucked up. Will laughed at him again.

“So impatient,” he cooed, putting his fingers up to Jack’s lips. “Suck,” he said plainly. Jack gladly complied, taking the youthful fingers into his mouth and twirling his tongue around them. He watched with a satisfied look on his face as Will removed his fingers, reached behind and began to prepare himself for the biker.

“Stretch it good luv, I’m going to fuck you good and hard.” Will moaned and leaned back down to bite Jack’s full lip before sucking it into his mouth. Jack mewled in delight and grabbed the firm young ass, reveling in the softness of Will’s skin. “You’re so hot, baby… I can’t wait any longer.” Jack moved Will’s hand and then grabbed the slim pale hips, guiding them over his dripping shaft. He looked into Will’s eyes, as he slammed into him in one powerful thrust.

“Mmm, Sparrow… uuuuhhhggg,” Will moaned as he instantly started riding the older man, throwing his head back and crying out in wanton abandon. Jack let his hands slide up the slim hips to Will’s tight waist, and rubbed the teen’s nipples with his thumbs. He felt his cock pulsing at the sounds coming from the writhing adolescent. “Oh, gods, Jack… I’m coming, I’m coming…”

“I’m coming for you, you little bastard!”

Jack was about to fill the teen with his essence when the harsh voice filled his ears. He looked up and found that his erotic hostage was now a towering older man---his father. Jack wasn’t naked anymore and he was suddenly ten years old again. His father raised his fist and Jack put his hands up to his face and screamed.

“Daddy, no!” Jack’s eyes flew open and he bolted up in his bed. He looked around fearfully for a moment. His breath slowly calmed and he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Fucking Christ!” he panted, falling back down onto his bed. His heart was still racing and he could still feel his body trembling. “Well, shit. Fell asleep having a wank… always did find it exhausting,” he chuckled, but it sounded empty even to his own ears.

He lay there, staring at the cracks in the ceiling paint. The dream had disturbed him more than he cared to admit. He felt tears prickling in his eyes and suppressed a sob.

“Fuck,” he whispered harshly, rising from the and and going to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and rested his hands on the counter. He looked into the mirror to discover his eyes were red and bloodshot. He sniffled again and cursed himself. He hadn’t cried in years, why would he start now over something long since buried?

‘Too much stress---that’s all it is. I’m tired and there’s no rum.’ He insisted to his reflection. It wasn’t working. He turned on the facet and splashed cold water on his face in an attempt to calm down. ‘Stop, stop, stop…’ he begged mentally. “God, please don’t do this to me now…” he mumbled pathetically, covering his face with his hand. He felt the unrelenting tears seep out from behind his eyelids and finally released a sob.

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Will was awakened by the sounds of Jack tossing and turning in his sleep. He turned over sleepily and squinted in the darkness. He brushed his hair away from his face and saw Jack lightly struggling in his sleep, frightened noises escaping his lips. Will didn’t know what to do; he didn’t even remember falling asleep. He called out Jack’s name a few times tiredly, but made no real effort.

“He’d probably smack me for waking him,” he muttered. “To hell with him, he kidnapped me after all… dill-hole.” He rolled back over and tried to fall back to sleep. His attempt was disrupted, however, when the panting turned to moaning. Will heard the swift movement of Jack’s hands and thought he’d of sof shock. ‘He /can’t/ be doing what I think he’s doing!’ he thought, disgusted. His face scrunched up and he scoffed silently. He closed his eyes and tried to desperately think of anything to distract him from the sounds of his kidnapper masturbating.

‘Puppies, kitties, and rainbows, puppies, kitties, and rainbows!’ he thought frantically, squeezing his eyes shut tightly.

The noises suddenly ceased, and there was nothing but the sound of Jack’s erratic breathing. Will heard him mumbling a name, but he couldn’t quite make it out. It almost sounded like his own, but that just /couldn’t/ be---who would want him after Avery had soiled him so? He wiped at his eye and pulled the covers closer to his body. He himself had been having trouble sleeping. Nightmares also plagued his sleep. Suddenly, Jack shot up on his bed and screamed.

“Daddy, no!”

Will’s eyes shot open and a confused, cynical smirk crossed his face. ‘Daddy?’ he couldn’t picture Jack using that word, no matter how young. He heard the man’s frantic breathing and wondered if he should let Jack know he was awake. ‘What if he gets angry?’ Will thought nervously, biting his lip. He decided to feign sleep, concentrating on his breathing in order to make sure it was even. He heard Jack get up from his bed and walk shakily into the bathroom. Will lay frozen on his bed, unsure of what to do. Jack sounded terribly upset. When Will heard the strangled sob and painful ramblings from the bathroom he couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Oh, bugger, I’m going to regret this when he’s smacking my head against the wall…’ He silently got up from his bed, still mindful of the shirt length and crept to the bathroom. He almost gasped when he saw Jack standing at the sink… crying? ‘Oh, shit…’

“A-are you okay?” Will asked quietly, hiding his body behind the wall and poking his head into the bathroom. Jack yelped in shock and seemed to snap out of his anguished reverie. He looked at Will with panicked, bloodshot eyes and seemed to be plotting an excuse in his mind.

“What are you doing up?” Jack asked, obviously flustered. Will cringed and hid half his face. He shrugged and bit his lip again.

“I… I heard you tossing and turning, and then you… you were crying,” Will said plainly. Jack was still staring at him, almost fearfully, trying to hide his emotional breakdown. “Why were you crying? Did you have a nightmare? I have those too…” Will said nervously, inching his way into the room and trying to remain casual, despite the butterflies in his stomach. Jack let out a bark of sarcastic laughter and wiped at his eye.

“You wouldn’t understand, twerp.” Will frowned at Jack’s insult, but let it pass.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. What was it about?”

“Shut up,” Jack said angrily, but Will wasn’t scared… much.

“I used to get them all the time when I was little; Lucy used to give me hot chocolate and it always made me feel better.” Will was now standing in front of Jack. Jack was backing up and he kept wiping at his eyes. Will sighed and grabbed some toilet paper, handing it to Jack. “Here,” he said quietly.

Jack looked at him suspiciously, before smacking the teen’s hand away. “What do you know about anything?! You’ve had a perfect life!” Jack pushed Will roughly onto the counter and glared at him. “You have no idea what it’s like out e,” e,” hisphispered harshly. Will flinched at the ice in Jack’s voice, but did nothing.

Jack released his grip and disappeared into the main room again. When he came back he had pulled the sheets off of Will’s bed and threw them at the teen. Will looked at him confused and opened his mouth to protest, but Jack cut him off.

“You can sleep in here tonight, and tomorrow. I have to find some people anyway. You’ll have everything you need---water, toilet.”

“But…” Will protested, confused and upset. “No!” Jack only smirked and slammed the door, jamming a chair under it to keep it closed. Will stood there, shocked. He was just trying to be nice, and this is what he got. He frowned and moved over to the bathtub. With the blankets it wouldn’t be /that/ uncomfortable. “I hate my life,” he moaned.

On the other side of the door Jack was sitting on his bed, shaking. He felt terrible, but he couldn’t take that look of caring in the youth’s face---those brown orbs of affection just staring right through him. He lay down on his bed and curled into a fetal position. He didn’t want to do that to the kid. He had wanted to hold him and tell the teen everything, then make his dream a reality. But that would never happen. He couldn’t afford to get close to anyone. It’d only end badly.

“No good deed goes unpunished…” he mumbled into the night.

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Barbossa sat in the back section of Borders (1), lazily flipping through the day’s newspaper. There was a small article about Elizabeth’s tragic ‘accident,’ but nothing of Will’s disappearance.

‘Just have to do something about that, now won’t we.’ He chuckled mentally. He was waiting for the young and upcoming intern of the local news station. He’d promised the lad an exclusive story in return for anonymity and some cash, which of course the intern gladly accepted. He was dying for a breaking story to help launch his career, but Port Royal wasn’t exactly an exciting place.

Barbossa noticed a young man with short black hair and green eyes wearing a brown trench coat and carrying a smallefcaefcase. Barbossa smiled to himself as he noticed the nervous flickering of the lad’s eyes and the fine sheen of sweat on his brow. The lad headed over to the book stacks behind Barbossa and pretended to look at the titles.

“Looking for something in particular?” he asked coyly, his eyes never leaving his paper. The young man turned and smirked.

“Why, yes. I was looking for something with intrigue… and the Governor’s son. Have you heard of it?” He quirked his eyebrow and looked down at the older man in front of him.

“I think I know it… have a seat.” Barbossa motioned to the empty cushioned chair next to him, which the intern took. “Nice to meet you, did you bring my fee?” The young man brought up the briefcase and opened it slightly. Barbossa’s eyes widened as he saw the contents. “Very good.” He took it and placed it by his seat. The odd pair leaned in close to keep their conversation away from prying eyes and ears.

“The story you’re looking for involves a young Mr. William Swann, beloved foster son of the great and generous Governor Swann. As you already know, the poor man is already bereaved with grief over his daughter’s hospitalization.” The intern nodded. “Well, as luck would have it, his son has recently come across some misfortune of his own. Upon going out for gym class, the lad was kidnapped! Terrible thing. Now the kidnapper wants his money and what’s a poor Governor to do?”

“Do you know who took him? Is it at all possible there’s some inside scandal?” The young man asked, practically salivating at the news. Barbossa chuckled.

“Well, that I don’t know about… I’m sure you can come up with something to fill in the wholes. It was a lowlife that took him; unfortunately I don’t have a name.”

“Very interesting. Anything else?”

“Afraid not, lad. That’ll have to satisfy your supervisors. Don’t worry, it’s a guaranteed scoop.” The intern nodded his head and smiled.

“And to whom do I owe my soon to be fame?” he asked smoothly. The dirty politician smirked and leaned in even closer.

“Just call me Frank, the limo driver,” Barbossa chuckled darkly.

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Jack returned to the small motel room after a long day of errands. He had to find out if there was anyone out in this shitty town that he could rely on. He was lucky that he finally tracked down someone that he could always trust. He would be meeting said person tonight at a club he learned was her favorite place to haunt.

“Club Second Skin (2),” Jack rolled his eyes as he fumbled for the keys to the door. “Should ‘ave known.” He had gone ‘shopping’ after hearing the news, using his never expired five finger discount, and a little help from a very generous stranger that misplaced his credit card. When he entered the room he heard the dull sound of music coming from the bathroom.

“I don’t remember a radio in there…” he muttered as he tossed the bag of stolen merchandise down on the mattress. He moved to the door and placed his ear against it. He heard splashing and what must have been singing. “What the hell?” He pulled away and quietly moved the chair from the door before peaking in. “What in the name of crap?” he whispered.

The sheets were neatly folded on the floor and Will was sitting in the bathtub, filled with water, his head covered in shampoo and he was lightly splashing in the water singing something that might as well been Greek for all the sense it made to Jack.

“Hey dol! Merry dol! Ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! Hop along! Fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!”

“The fuck are you doing?” Jack laughed, looking at the teen play with a small object without a care in the world. Will looked towards Jack as if he were a Mack truck coming at him. He blushed furiously and sunk into the water further. Jack was trying very hard not to embarrass the youth further, but it was just too cute! Unfortunately the water was soapy enough to preserve Will’s modesty, so once again the biker was left unsatisfied.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Will squeaked, obviously embarrassed. “Did you bring food? I’m starving.”

“And clean… what were you playing with? Give it.” Jack placed his hand out and Will hesitated before reluctantly handing over his ‘toy.’ Jack looked at the white object and realized it was the complimentary bar of soap carved into what looked like one of those Hobbit things from the movie last night. “What is this supposed to be?”

“Tom Bombadill…” Will said nervously. Jack quirked an eyebrow at the kid, rather confused. Will sighed. “He’s a character from Lord of the Rings…” When he realized Jack /still/ didn’t know what he meant he rolled his eyes. “He wasn’t in the movie, but he’s cool! He saved Merry and Pippin from the trees!”

“You really need to get out more,” Jack laughed, making Will angry.

“Well, you locked me in the bloody bathroom all damn day! I was bored! What was I supposed to do? Braid my hair and stare at the mirror all day?!”

“How’d you make this?” he asked curiously, looking at the amusing pile of soap shavings neatly pilled by the toilet. Will pointed to the draws by the sink.

“Someone left a pair of scissors in there. I thought about using them to escape somehow, but I’m not wearing pants.” He said matter of factly and then went back to his bath. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m nakey (0) and I want my soap.” He held out his hand and looked up at Jack.

“Hey! I give the orders around here, not you!” He threw the soap in the toilet and flushed it. “Didn’t make it into the movies and he’s not staying in my bathroom either.”

“Aw! Why’d you do that? It took me forever to make that,” Will whined. “Poor old Tom… gets about as much respect as old Glorfy… lousy Arwen…” Jack rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.

“I don’t even wanna know.” He grabbed one of the towels and tossed it to Will. “Finish up quick, we’re going out tonight and you need a lot of work.” Will put the towel on the toilet to keep it dry before ducking under the water to rinse his hair. When he was done he came out wearing his borrowed shirt and the towel wrapped around his head.

“Where are we going? Can we eat first?”

“There’s leftover pizza on the table, have at it.” Jack offered, waving his hand in dismissal as he fumbled through the bag. Will’s eyes lit up in hunger and he rushed over to the table to scarf down the cold delight.

“Oh, my god… this is /so/ good…” he moaned in ecstasy. He hadn’t eaten all day and it was already dark out. He was so busy stuffing his face he didn’t notice all the things Jack was pulling out of the bag. A fishnet shirt, a red silk shirt, a pair of black leather pants, and a pair of knee high, thick soled, buckled boots that tied up the back. He also pulled out some bondage gear and his makeup bag.

“Come over here, whelp.” Jack ordered, “I need to make you look not so god-damned innocent.” Will frowned and reluctantly left his fourth slice of pizza in the box. He licked his hands and waddled over to the bed, the handcuffs clinking as he went.

“What’s wrong with the way I look?” He looked down at the clothes on the bed and gawked. “I’m /not/ wearing those! You’re crazy---just lock me in the toilet again.” He started moving for the bathroom, but Jack stopped him. He pushed the boy down onto the bed and leaned down in front of him. Jack removed the key from his belt and took off the cuffs, gently rubbing the skin around them to ease any pain. Will found the action surprisingly gentle and affectionate, but he said nothing.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be gone and I’m not leaving you here to come up with your next pathetic attempt to get back to your rich daddy. Put on the clothes or I’ll do it for you,” Jack said sternly, looking Will in the eyes. Will made a whining noise in his throat, but he did as told. “Everything’s a struggle with you,” Jack moaned, lying down on the bed. He’d had a long day and wasn’t in the mood for games.

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Fifteen minutes later Jack was banging on the door. “What the hell are you doing in there?! Did you get caught in your zipper or something?” He heard that whining noise he’d come to associate with his young hostage and had to smile. ‘I love when he does that,’ he thought quixotically. ‘Oh, god… I’m getting mushy…’

“Come out, or I’m coming in!” He heard Will sigh and the noise come back even louder.

“Okay… but don’t laugh at me,” he said self-consciously, opening the door slowly. He shuffled out, his head held down. He pulled on the leather pants hopelessly and blushed. “I think you got the wrong size… these are awfully tight.” He looked up innocently, scratching at the back of his neck.

“You’re too cute for your own good, maggot. I knew how those would fit on you when I---er---bought… them… yeah…” Jack rolled up the sleeves and unbuttoned the first five buttons on the red shirt to show off the fishnet one underneath. He then took the ends and tied them at Will’s waist to reveal a small bit of his fishnet-covered abs.

“Everyone’s going to laugh at me!” Will moaned, “Can I /please/ stay locked in the bathroom?” Jack frowned.

“No. Now hold still, I have to put some eyeliner on you.”

“What?! I’m not wearing makeup---I’m a man, not a girl!”

“Real men wear makeup!” Jack growled back, getting tired of the constant complaining. He plopped Will up on the counter and instructed him to close his eyes. Jack took out his trusty liquid eyeliner and started painting. He covered Will’s entire lid and then extended them to make a very exaggerated Egyptian-style look. He then oned ned the bottom as well. “Perfect.” Once done, he blew on his handiwork to help it dry faster.

“Now for the hair.” He took out the recently ‘purchased’ tube of hair cement (3) and squirted a generous amount on his hands. He worked it into Will’s somewhat dampened curls and styled it ala Edward Scissor Hands. Jack leaned back to admire his handy work and smiled evilly. “Damn, I’m good.” Will looked at him curiously and wanted to look in the mirror, but Jack turned his head back.

“I’m not done yet.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. Inside there were two pointed teeth.

“What the heck are those?” Will asked, furrowing his brow.

“Open your mouth and find out.” Will’s eyes grew wide.

“I’m not wearing fangs! That’s---ow!” He struggled as Jack pinched the side of his mouth and forced his jaws open. “I dunk wuank ake teekhh!” Will protested as Jack stuck on the fake incisors with the cheep adhesive.

“Stop strung ang and this will go easier!” Jack finished; letting Will run his tongue over his new teeth. He looked in the mirror and cringed, absolutely mortified.

“What did you do to my head?! I look like a gay vampire reject!” He touched his hair and felt like crying. “You turned me into a fweak just like you!” Jack hid his amused smile and patted Will’s shoulders.

“Then you should be thanking me for making you into such a handsome devil,” he quipped. “Still not used to those teeth, eh?” Jack laughed at the angry look he got as Will fiddled with them.

“I hate you show mush,” he said, the teeth making his speech slur just slightly.

“Just need the collar and the wrist bands and you’ll be perfect.” Jack took Will out of the bathroom, and back to the bag. He picked up the wristbands with the sub rings on them and fastened them to his newly found pet. “Now the club I’m taking you to is very dangerous. There’re a lot of predatory Doms and some sick perverts, so I want you to do everything I tell you.”

“Like you care what happens to me…” Will said angrily. “I don’t want to go.” Jack attached the sub collar (4), then pulled out his chain and attached it to the middle ring.

“I don’t care what you want. You’re /my/ pet now,” he purred, tugging on the chain and pulling Will close. “You’re so very pretty like this,” he said breathlessly, stroking Will’s face. Will bit his lip and looked up fearfully. Jack ’t s’t supposed to force himself on him anymore… was he lying?

“I… I…” he squeaked. Jack realized what he was doing and removed his hand.

“Sorry…” he muttered, tugging on the chain and pulling Will out the door. Suddenly, Will didn’t feel very comfortable with the situation. Was Jack just being nice to him to lull him into a false sense of security?

‘That’s it… I /have/ to get away… I just have to get away.”

Tbc…..

Wow, that was long….

(1) Borders Books and Music: it’s a store in the US. It sells everything from, well, books to CD’s, and they even have a little cafeteria inside. It’s a really big store and a good place to hang out. Yup…
(2) Club Second Skin: When talking to some dude that wanted me to step on his throat with a spike heals, I asked him to come up with a good name for a fetish club… that’s what he came up with. If it really exists I am unaware.
(3) Hair Cement: Ever wonder how those punk rockers get they hair to stand straight up? That’s how.
(4) Sub Collar: it’s a collar, can be leather or vinyl etc, with little metal rings in them that you can attach chains to… think of Sid Vicious’ belt, only as a collar. And if you don’t know who Sid Vicious is…. Google!

(0) Nakey: that’s not a typo. I just think it’s a hilarious word, and it fits the scene. Oh, yes… that’s Tom Bombadil’s song, obviously. I knew of him from friends that read the books. I put himbecabecause my buddy totally loves the guy and she actually walks around singing that tune, and I got the books for x-mas. Plus, it makes for an adorable sight. ^_^