Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (11/?) 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, uncaring father, angst…more of my weird tastes…Will in eyeliner and a collar.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! 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: Mistaya the crimson beta.

Feedback: Just call me Varuca from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, you know….I WANT IT NOW!!!!!! Hehehehe….

Summary: Will, thinking that Jack wants to rape him, escapes again and contacts his father with some very angsty outcomes….it’s Jack to the rescue again!! Dun da da da!!!

Author’s Notes: Attention all Ana Maria fans! She finally makes her appearance woo-hoo!

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

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Club Second Skin was the strangest and most frightening place Will had ever been in his short years of life. There were things here he wasn’t completely sure were even /human/ let alone knowing their gender. If it weren’t for the constant, slightly stronger than necessary tugs on his collar, he would have remained frozen in shock at the door. He felt another tug as he stopped to gawk at a young man wearing leather booty shorts, thigh high boots, a white t-shirt tied at the waist and a bullwhip (1).

“Why are we here again?” he asked rather nervously, trying not to bump into anyone in fear of catching hepatitis. Jack tugged him rather harshly when he stopped again. “Ow! Stop pulling so much! I’m going as fast as I can!” he barked. Jack spun around and slapped him. Will was about to yell again, but Jack covered his mouth.

“Don’t /ever/ contradict me within earshot of these people! You are supposed to be my slave, my pet. You speak when /I/ say you can, you move when /I/ tell you to, you don’t even take a piss unless /I/ tell you to! Got that?!” Will just nodded his head, his eyes practically jumping out of his head. “Good, now do it!” Jack spun around on his heal and continued on his mad man’s journey through the hell that was Club Second Skin. He yanked on the chain so hard he almost made Will fall flat on his face. Will guessed it was a penance tug… he really hated this.

Jack scanned the room searching for any sign of his contact. He really hoped she was here. He searched the dance floor and found it a sea of leather and dyed hair. ‘That didn’t help much, now did it?’ he thought irritated, pulling Will closer. The boy would be a prime target here for some of the older more experienced Dom’s. Hell, Will /reeked/ of virginity and innocence. Not to mention the boy was far too trusting.

A loud commotion at the bar drew Jack’s attention away from the dance floor. He looked over to see a tall, dark skinned woman, wearing only tight black vinyl pants, matching bra and fishnet over shirt. She had a blood red bandana on, heavy black eye makeup and big chunky soled boots with lots of buckles.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! I catch you watering down my drinks again I’ll chop off your dick and mount it on my bike! Make a fine ornament, although rather small!” the shrill voice screeched.

“Ana! So good to see you!” Jack cheered, pushing his way over to the feisty lass. Will groaned; he should have known /she/ would be the contact. Didn’t Jack know any normal, quiet people? Said woman spun on her heal, downing her drink in one gulp before slamming it back on the counter. She stretched out her arms and gave Jack a strong hug, her hands reaching down to grab the biker’s ass. They released and Jack flicked her tit, earning him a punch in the gut. Of course it wasn’t nearly as hard as it could have been.

“Good to see you, Jack! Never met a man that could tune my engine quite like you could,” she laughed, patting him on the shoulder.

“And I never knew a woman that could ride for the same distance as you,” They both laughed and Ana ordered them a drink.

“So, are you here alone?” Jack shouted over the incessant throbbing of the music. Ana flashed him a lecherous grin and nodded in the direction of the dance floor. Jack noticed the happily dancing red head clad in a short, purple plaid skirt, leather lace up corset, ripped black tights and boots similar to Will’s, only higher. She also had on a set of fangs, but they were the expensive kind especially made for her mouth only. She and Ana had matching makeup.

“Not tonight. Ran into an old fuck buddy and she’s only in town for a few nights.” Ana licked her lips at the site of her lover sauntering over to her. “Jack, this is Elven Seye, an old friend from that year or two of high school I actually attended.” Jack kissed the back of Elven’s hand and bowed.

“Any friend of Ana’s is a friend of mine,” he purred. Elven smiled and wrapped her arm around Ana’s waist.

“I’m not in the mood for a threesome tonight, Ana. I haven’t seen you in so long, I want you all to me onesies.” She nuzzled the darker woman’s neck, her own skin looking even paler next to it.

“Don’t worry, luv, he’s only here on business I hear,” Ana cooed, twirling one of Elven’s ruby pigtails. In return the red head kissed a light trail up Ana’s neck.

“I’m going to get something to wet my whistle. And I think you’ve had enough,” she lightly scolded. Ana kissed her sweetly and patted her lover’s butt as Elven sauntered over to the bartender.

“I hate to see her leave, but I love to watch her go,” Ana snickered, fully enjoying her own joke. Jack rolled his eyes and had to admit he wanted to play with the lass’s pigtails. He also had to admit he was a tad jealous that Ana was actually going to get to play with her hot young thing, and her’s /obviously/ was no innocent virgin afraid of all sexual contact! Ana noticed the timid looking vampire attached to Jack and gave a questioning nod.

“Who’s the spook?” she asked, amused, as Will tried to hide behind Jack. If only he could make himself invisible. “He’s adorable! Where’d you find such an innocent pet to play with… I want one! Is he well trained?” she asked curiously, moving behind her old friend to get a better look at the youth. “He’s awful young… robbing the cradle, eh? How’d you get him past the door?”

“I’m Jack Sparrow, that’s how! I can do anything, you know that. No, he’s /very/ poorly trained, and he’s only a few years younger than you. Then again… he hasn’t lead your life,” Jack mused, enjoying Will’s nervous movements as Ana checked him out… she was always the touchy-feely type.

“How is he? Can I play with him?” she asked gleefully. Will noticeably paled and turned to Jack, begging him silently. “Aww, he’s afraid! How cute! And he’s wearing fangs… did you think of that all on your own, little boy?” she cooed, tweaking his nose. “I think ye might have gone a bit over board on the eye make up though… he’s got on even more than me for crap’s sake,” she slurred, starting to sway on her feet.

“Exactly how many Whiskey Sours have you had, luv?” Jack chortled, watching as Ana practically molested poor little William. She wrapped her arm around Will’s shoulder and glared.

“Now, Jack… I’m a big girl and my ID says I can drink as much as my little black guts desire,” she said proudly, swaying only slightly.

“Of course,” Jack groaned exasperatedly. “I knew we should have left earlier…” Ana suddenly perked up and grimaced.

“Oh, god…” she moaned, holding her mouth and running for the bathroom. She opened the door and turned even greener… if that was even possible. She spun and bolted for the door instead, barely making it out before she bent over and vomited noisily.

“Why did she go outside?” Will asked quietly so no one would hear. Jack laughed sarcastically and downed the drink Ana had ordered for him.

“More sanitary…” Will cringed and shivered at the thought of what the bathroom must look like, thanking his lucky stars that he didn’t have to pee. “Well, she’s gonna be awhile, knowing her she probably drank all the whiskey in the bar,” Jack laughed, noticing the twenty or so glasses gathered around Ana’s stool. He raised his hand and got the bartender’s attention.

“Rum neat.” He turned to Will as an after thought, “Oh, what the hell… what do you want, twerp?” Will felt a chill go down his spine… Jack wanted him to drink? That’s what Avery did… what Gibbs did… Jack had been eyeing him lustfully earlier…

“Oh, god… no!” Will shouted, dousing Jack with a nearby daiquiri and then bashing the glass on his head. Jack was caught completely off guard and he dropped the chain in his sputtering curses. Will ran for the door, spilling drinks, and smearing makeup as he went. As an afterthought he picked up the chain to keep it from tangling… he was going to get away this time!

“I hate kids!” Jack boomed, recovering from his assault and making his way through the crowd. Unfortunately, he was much bigger and couldn’t slip through the mass of bodies as well. “Get back here, you good-for-nothing weepy maggot!” Will was already out the door though. By the time Jack finally made it out of the club Will was nowhere in sight. “Fucking fabulous!” he growled, pulling on his hair.

He heard the sound of someone retching violently in the alley and ran over to see Ana Maria leaning with her aga against the brick wall, a puddle at her feet. She was making herself vomit now, getting up all the remaining alcohol.

“Just let me die…” she moaned, wiping her mouth and taking some calming breaths. She didn’t even turn when Jack placed his hand on her shoulder. “Not interested slapnuts, piss off!” she barked gruffly.

“I’m not offering, did you see my pet run by here?” he asked seriously. She turned her head to face him, still leaning against the wall, her mouth slack jawed and her eyes twirly. She seemed to take a few moments to put him into focus and then remember who he was.

“Ooooooohhh…. heh…. nope!” She started to hiccup again and then resumed her former position, the vomiting beginning anew. Jack sighed in frustration and reached into the pocket of his trench coat. He scribbled a note down and stuffed it in her bra… she was far too preoccupied to slap or punch him. Jack noticed Elven coming out of the club, a disappointed look on her face. There would be no nookie tonight.

“Um… sleep on your side tonight, okay?” he advised, slightly grossed out by the amount of fluid coming out of the petite young woman. She gave him a thumbs up and continued to purge the libations from her system. Jack ran back to the Pearl and sped off. “He couldn’t have gotten far,” he thought, scanning the streets and alleys as he went.

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Will continued to run until he couldn’t anymore. He had no idea where he was. He ignored all the stares and strange offers he got as he searched for anything even remotely familiar. He’d long since dropped the chain and it hung limply down his torso. The boots Jack had forced him to wear were horribly painful to walk in and he knew he was going to have blisters in the morning. He needed a payphone… but he didn’t have any change.

As if his life wasn’t bad enough, it started to rain. Well, more like /pour/. He trudged around a corner and found a mean looking group of men. He held back his gasp and turned around, trying to quietly make his way back around the corner.

“Hey! Look what we got here, boys… little Goth queer,” the person Will assumed was the leader snipped. They started to make their way towards him and he took off again, his adrenaline coming back with vengeance. “Aww, he doesn’t want to play. Get him!”

“Leave me alone!” Will yelled, darting down every twisting corner he could find. He /had/ to lose them… god knows what they wanted to do! He saw the light of a main strip and he felt the relief flood through him. He turned and saw that his would-be attackers seemed to have given up on him. He dashed for the light and found himself at a gas station— more importantly a gas station with a payphone. He ran into the store and went up to the counter. He knew he must have looked like a drowned rat. His hair was drooping and he felt the eyeliner running.

“I need some change,” he panted, “Please, just a few quarters for the payphone… please, it’s an emergency!” he pleaded, almost crying. The cashier gave him a funny look but handed him some quarters out of the charity jar. Will was too desperate to argue the severe lack of morals and simply took the change and went to the phone. Luckily for him it was a booth so he could get out of the rain.

He dialed his home number and listened to the ring, “Please, please be home…” he prayed, twisting on the cord. He heard his father’s voice come over the receiver and he couldn’t speak for a moment; he was just so happy to finally hear that voice again.

“Hello? Anyone there?” the voice repeated, sounding annoyed.

“D-daddy?” Will whimpered, the tears streaming down his face.

“Will? Is that you? What do you want?” the Governor asked, a bit harsher than he usually talked.

“I-I-I’ve been kidnapped… didn’t you know? I got away… I finally got away… please come get me… I wanna go home! I want to come home, daddy!” Will sobbed, not caring how pathetic he looked or that his makeup was running. “I don’t know where I am… and he’s probably looking for me… hurry daddy, don’t let him take me again!”

“Oh, cut the crap, Will.” His father snapped, “And don’t call me daddy, first of all you’re too old for that and, more importantly, I’m /not/ your father!” Will almost choked.

“W-what? What do you m-mean you’re not my father?! It’s /me/, Will!” He was completely dumbfounded by the remark. Why was his father saying these things?! “Don’t you know who I am?!”

“I know damn well who you are… an ungrateful little /faggot/ I never should have /degraded/ myself to adopt! I should have listened to my better judgment and let you die in the street! The world would be better off!” he snapped. Will was shaking. He couldn’t believe this was happening. How did his father find out? Lizzie wouldn’t tell… how?!

“W-w-what are you talking about? I-I’m not a f-f-fag…” he chocked out, his voice trembling and his knees going weak.

“Oh, you must think I’m really stupid don’t you? When you just disappeared for half the day claiming to be at the movies… you were with your lover! You let him fuck you, didn’t you! Fudge packer (2)! I’m ashamed of you!”

“No… no, daddy, he forced me! I didn’t want to! I wanted to go home, but he wouldn’t take me until I slept with him! I’m sorry I’m like this… please don’t turn me out. I have nowhere to go,” he started to break down, “You’re all I have left in the world!” he screeched, finally losing all composure. “Please don’t hate me daddy, I love you…” Will whimpered, sliding down the wall of the phone booth.

“I’m not stupid William, I saw the pictures. You enjoyed it! You loved having him touch you. You’re disgusting, just like him. A pervert! To think I let you near my daughter. I don’t ever want to hear from you again! I have no son! Do you hear me? I. Have. No. Son!!” With that said he hung up violently, leaving a shattered, heartbroken Will on the other end.

It took a moment for the dial tone to really sink into Will’s consciousness. Hs nus numb. The only other sound registering was the rain patting against the glass. He couldn’t believe it. He just sat there, tears running down his face and a blank expression on. Memories of his childhood flashed before his eyes. He remembered how happy he was when his mum and dad were alive. Then he remembered the crash… the worst day in his life… ’til now. What happened? He could remember Mr. Swann being so nice to him in the beginning… in front of the people at the orphanage anyway. After that most of his happy memories revolved around Lizzie. She’d never made him feel like he was adopted.

“He never wanted me at all?” he whimpered, knowing he wouldn’t receive an answer. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but a rap at the door snapped him out of his misery.

“Hey, kid, you done?” A man in a gray suit asked. “My car broke down and my cell phone’s dead.” Will didn’t say anything. He just rose to his feet and slowly opened the door. He started to walk down the street in a zombie-like state. He knew it was still raining, but he welcomed it… even though he couldn’t really feel it.

He walked aimlessly for an undefined amount of time. Why should he hurry when he didn’t know where he was going? He started to shiver and wrapped his arms around himself. The rain hadn’t let up any. He passed an alley and a hand reached out from the darkness, grabbing him.

“Let go!” he yelled, before a hand slapped over his mouth. It was those men he’d escaped earlier. Two of them stilled his struggles and pulled him away from the prying eyes of the busy strip.

“Well, well, well… lookie who we found. You ran away without saying goodbye last time… that’s rude,” the leader sneered, looming over the terrified teen ominously. Will was shaking, and not from the cold this time. “How much money you got?” he asked, eyeing the expensive clothes. He motioned for his men to let Will speak.

“I-I-I-I don’t h-have any… let me go… p-please…” he started crying again, but it only caused the men to laugh.

“Aww, he’s scared! Well, everyone has to pay the toll for using our fair streets little boy… if you don’t have any money, you’ll have to pay in trade,” the leader hissed, tracing his knife over Will’s lips. “What do you say pretty boy… you wanna suck my cock?” Will started to struggle anew and he called out again.

“Someone help me! Help I’m… mmmpphhh! Mmmmmrrrr!” he continued to scream even after one of them covered his mouth. He was starting to wish he’d never left Jack. He felt them ripping at his clothes and he sobbed harder. Why was this always happening?!

“Don’t struggle and this will go easier for you,” the leader advised, starting to unbutton Will’s pants. Wiqueequeezed his eyes shut and prayed that he would just die. He had nothing to live for anyway. He was hyperventilating and crying harder than he ever had in his life.

Just as Will had given up all hope he heard the roar of a bike engine. Before realization dawned on him he felt the wind gush as the biker whipped past him, taking out half the men, including the leader. The two men holding him screamed in fright and ran away, practically pushing him to the ground. The trench coat clad biker pulled a U-turn and sped toward him. Will didn’t bother to move. The man stopped just before he reached Will, taking off his helmet. It was Jack. He knew it. The man had saved him again.

Jack stared at Will disapprovingly and tapped his foot. The older man was also extremely soaked, his blue snakeskin shirt clinging to his flesh, and he looked really pissed. Will just stared at him sadly, sniffling. He knew he must have looked terrible.

“I… I won’t give you any more trouble from now on…” he said softly, lowering his head. The complete lack of emotion in the youth’s voice disturbed Jack. He looked Will up and down the kid was shaking terribly. With only mild resentment Jack shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around the teen.

“Come on… we’re going home…” Jack murmured, guiding Will onto the front of the chopper. Will turned and blinked, speaking confusedly, but knowingly.

“I… I don’t have a home… I have nothing… I’m alone… completely alone.”

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Tbc…..

(1) The boy with the leather booty shorts, thigh highs, and a bullwhip… I’ve actually seen that… I believe I was 12 and it’s still stuck with me… at the time it scared me to my very soul… LoL! Now, that’s mild!
(2) I know, I know…. I really hate the term fudge packer too… it’s so fucking crude! But it was getting so repetitive calling him faggot and queer… and I really wanted to squash any liking that anyone might actually have for Swann… and I have a homophobic father and I got to hear all the lovely phrases and none of them are not crude so it was like spin in a circle and whoever I point to is it! And FP won…. joy…..

Oh I know I didn’rk irk it but Club Second Skin was made up by some guy I was talking to online…. he’s really obsessed with bondage and he just IMed me out of the blue one day asking if I like a submissive male… much more interesting than class I’ll tell you what! I think I got everything…

Oh yeah! The usage of Daddy: here comes the psychobabble: in times of stress and/or distress there are defense mechanisms. One of them is regression, which is when you revert back to a state of childhood. Will is definitely in a time of extreme stress. So normally he wouldn’t call Swann Daddy, but he’s regressing due to the crap he’s been going through. It’s a defense, he regresses to a time he felt safe. I hope that makes sense. I just wanted to explain it. And think back to when you were that young… if you aren’t that young… and think you you would feel if you went through all that. You’d say mommy/daddy too! Okay… that’s over with! Thank you for your time…