Power of the Sparrow

Power of the Sparrow, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – 17+

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

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Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.

Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Slash, angst, lemon.

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Chapter 14 – The Slow and the Dead

When she heard Will scream, Anamaria ran to the door of the Great Cabin. "Will! Are ye all right?!" She threw the door open and ran in, not waiting for a reply.

Will was kneeling over a black-faced Jack Sparrow; the pirate's unseeing eyes were wide open and bulging; tongue hanging out, huge and black. The noose had dug into his neck until it was a mere two inches in diameter, but his manhood was rock hard and still dripping, a rather large puddle on the floor.

Will cut the noose and other bindings. "Ana, call for Gibbs and Cotton." Ana left to fetch the two men. About a minute later, Jack's solid member twitched twice and came hard, splashing the deck and Will's boots. Will watched, wide-eyed, as Jack's neck began to pulse and stretch to its usual size and shape. He almost fainted in shocked relief as Jack drew in a panicked breath, grabbing at his throat, his face starting to lighten to its normal hue. The young man took Jack into his arms and hugged him tight as the men he'd sent for walked in with a hammock and a strong needle. One look at the couple on the floor, though, and they backed out, not wishing to disturb them.

Jack raised his arms to hug Will's neck. "Never again...please...don't let it happen again."

"Jack, you were dead."

"Can't die in the dark, love. Just promise me...if ever I'm set to hang, shoot me dead aforehand. 't is too much for even me."

"You enjoyed it?" Will was incredulous.

"No lad. I did not enjoy it. But I can't help what my body does when it feels pain. It's not the same as when WE make love, William. It's far more intense, but definitely not what you could call enjoyable. I used to think it was the only way till you came along. Now I know that it's just a cheap and horrible imitation."

Tears began to fall from Will's eyes as he picked Jack up and brought him to the bed. "I love you, Jack. I'll never understand the pleasure you get from pain, but I love you anyway...and I always will." He brushed his lips against Jack's in a chaste kiss. "Jack, how did you ever learn to get pleasure from pain?"

"Didn't learn it. When i was a very small lad, my father would punish me with a switch, like most lads my age. But even before I could really do anything about it, I realized that the pain in my bum felt good to my cock. Then, there were the accidents. Bein' a healthy lad, though small for my age, I'd run and climb and fall...and found that any injury felt good. So I started doin' it a' purpose. If I didn't get hurt during the day, I'd give myself little cuts at night. When my father found out, he beat me, and that was the first time I spilled...all over 'is lap. He took me to the clergy, and they said I had demons. So he gave me to them, hoping they could exorcise them and perhaps make me a clergyman while they were at it."

Jack's face was finally normal, the welts form the rope were fading. "The clergy tried everything. They tried beating the devil out of me to no avail. Every time they whipped me, I'd harden, and if they kept it up, I'd spill. Then the bishop visited, and decided that I'd be better off with him. Lad, if ye were ever told how pious and gentle the clergy are, don't believe it. The bishop would manacle me to the cot, scourge and whip me while he buggered me. I was lucky that when he was assigned to St. Kitts, he took me with him and the ship we were on was attacked by pirates. Believe me, lad, I jumped at the chance. I've fairly kept my little 'problem' to myself though...at least, till your da came along. He caught me cutting myself with a dagger and spilling, and after a bit of experimenting, we found that he had a penchant for causing the pain I craved." Jack shrugged. "After that discovery, our sessions were what he needed so that he could be gentle with your mum and you. But when he found that he couldn't be gentle any longer, he left your mum so that he wouldn't kill either of you. I'm sorry, William. I truly am. I wish he'd never found me that way. He was a gentle man when he came aboard. It was only after starting with me that he changed. I'm so sorry, lad. Can you ever forgive me?"

Will smiled, his eyes tender and loving. "There's nothing to forgive, Jack. You couldn't help it. My father didn't have to change...it's not your fault that he did. As he was so kind to tell me, once a man beats his lover, he'll do it again. I can't believe that he didn't have it in him to begin with."

"But what about me? I beat you, never mind that it was your da talking."

"But you didn't enjoy it, did you?"

Jack grinned wanly. "Not till ye bit me." They both laughed.

"You see? You're not vicious, Jack. Even when you shot Barbossa, if he hadn't been trying to kill you, I don't think you could have done it."

Jack laughed. "Oh, I could have killed Barbossa in cold blood. The hatred ran very deep, young William, which is why my soul is so tainted...though Bill said that it looks better now. I wonder why?"

"Maybe it was the sacrifice you made giving your greatest nemesis his life back. You could have kept that cat, Jack...but you didn't."

"O' course not! I gave my word!"

"No you didn't, Jack. You merely told the dragon about Norrington. You never told him that you'd actually use the cat to bring him back."

Jack shrugged. "All right, you caught me. I knew what the dragon meant, and just because I don't always give my word in words, doesn't mean I don't give my word to the spirit of the words. After all, I DID promise to bring YOU to your bonnie lass...but never once did I promise to bring either of you back." He kissed Will's nose, smiling gently. "Love me, William. It's been too long. I need you."

Will knew the pirate was changing the subject, but he couldn't help but agree: it HAD been too long.

Jack partially sat up and started loosening Will's shirt, kissing the boy on the neck as he went but his wounded hands made him clumsy; too weak to support himself for long, he collapsed, shaking, into Will's arms. Will lay Jack back down and finished undressing himself, dropping his clothes haphazardly off the bed.

Will crawled between Jack's legs and took the tip of his manhood into his mouth, gently suckling the crown and brushing his fingertips along its length, barely touching it with his feather-like movements.

Jack sighed, his deliciously throbbing member firm and responsive to the gentle ministrations of the young man above him. Will pulled the velvety shaft deep into his throat and started bobbing his head up and down, pulling off till only the very tip remained in his mouth. He touched the tip of his tongue to Jack's slit and dragged it down the vein on the bottom of the shaft, kissing his sac and going lower, blowing gently at the small winking entrance before him. He breathed in deeply of Jack's musk, sighing in contentment.

Jack was more than merely content. The boy loved him; that was all that mattered. He snuggled deep into the bed, his legs raised over Will's shoulders and his hips tipped to give his lover the easiest access.

Will licked up and down Jack's crevice, pulling his tongue away and lightly blowing at the rosebud he longed to enter. But he wanted the pirate to be far closer to peaking before he would give his lover that intimacy, lest Will spill before him.

Jack mewled, reaching for his own manhood, but Will gently lifted his hand away, kissing it before laying it across Jack's chest. "No, Jack."

The young ex-blacksmith dragged his tongue across Jack's puckered opening, sending it inside the narrow channel for the briefest of moments, then up to his sac, taking one of Jack's balls in his mouth and humming around it.

"My GOD! William, you're undoing me!" Jack keened and arched his back, eyes closed and his member twitching; oozing its creamy seed onto his belly, pooling in the raven thatch of soft short curls surrounding his velvety shaft.

"Oh God, Jack. You're beautiful when you peak! I love you!" Will lapped up Jack's seed, licking it off his length then swallowing his manhood, sucking hard as he reached up for the bottle of sweet-oil in the headboard drawer. He opened the bottle and covered his fingers with oil, slicking up his member for later. Putting the bottle aside, he hummed around Jack's organ as he slowly eased one finger inside Jack's opening, dragging it in just...the right...

"Aagh! Yes William!" Jack spilled again, gracing Will's mouth with a fountain, his bandaged hands holding Will in place of their own accord, his rosebud tightening around the heavenly digit inside him.

Will smiled inwardly and he swallowed as fast as he could, letting the last spurts linger on his tongue. He moved up Jack's body and kissed him deeply, sharing his treasure with the pirate beneath him.

Jack took it happily; his own juices had always tasted good to him, but when shared by his young lover, it was nectar from the gods. Jack closed his eyes, beginning to fall asleep in the lassitude of Will's ministrations, his body drained and humming in the afterglow.

"Third time's the charm, old man."

Jack's eyes flew open to see Will grinning down at him, swollen member in hand and positioned for breach. "William Turner, you're as torturous as your da...but oh I love it so much from YOU! Kill me, William. Breach me and split an old man in twain."

Will eased himself into Jack's tight channel, giving soft kisses to Jack's face as he sank deeper. "In that case, old man, there will be two of you, and then I can love you twice as much." He started moving his hips gently, smoothly, intentionally rubbing along Jack's special spot.

"Lad, I'm peaked out, but I want you to fill me...my dear, sweet William." His manhood began to stir, but he knew he couldn't spill. Five times in only a couple of hours was too much for anyone...even him.

"You're not peaked out. You're Captain Jack Sparrow." Will drove home again and again, taking Jack's length in hand and pumping it hard in time with his hips.

Jack started breathing hard and erratically, gasping in delight and writhing in ecstasy, bucking his hips up to meet his lover.

The younger man roared out his pleasure as he plunged home and came deep within the pirate. Jack shrieked and flailed as he came, then clutched his chest in agony and collapsed on the bed, his eyes glassy and unseeing.

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TBC

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