Break My Wings
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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14
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Where Ye Belong
TITLE: Break My Wings
WRITTEN BY: PainfulWhispers
PAIRING: Jack/Will; Will/Elizabeth(maybe)
RATING: NC-17
SYNOPSIS: Will's paradoxical emotions drown out his love for Jack. How far will Captain Sparrow go to cage his love?
WARNING: M/M; F/M; N/C; Anal; Oral; Lemon; Yaoi; Tort; BDSM
DISCLAIMER: Don't own these lovely characters nor the scenary/setting.
REVIEW: As this is my first story, please drown me in reviews. Don't take pity on me and be honest. I'm a tough cookie who wants to improve. Thanks guys.
Thanks guys for the reviews. Wow I never thought I'd get that many hits ;D. Anywho. It took me awhile to come up with where to go next. I'm making up the plot as I write haha. So I hope you guys like it. Oh yeah...warning: n/c; smut; torture in this chapter! Please continue to review. Let me know what you guys think. Ta!
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CHAPTER 02
Will Turner squinted his eyes as he gazed out upon the sea, beyond the horizon where the sun's golden rays had started to sprout forth. How beautiful it was indeed. The majesty of the sea and the freedom he felt with the openess of the sky were things he'd come to treasure these past three years which he'd devoted himself to the Pearl and her captain. Every morning, sometimes even befohe dhe day could in fact be called day, the young man would sneak out of his lover's safe embrace, out of the captain's quarter, and onto the deck of the Pearl -- finding a spot, close to the railings. There he would sit peacefully, enjoying the soft cradling of the ship as the rhythmic waves crashed against her side, and taking in the salty yet fresh taste of the sea air.
However, what he valued beyond the breath-taking sunrises and the silvery gleams upon the surface of the water, were the tranquility and solitude he experienced. The crew -- usually extremely jovial and rowdy -- were usually still relishing in deep sleep along with his captain. There he was left to his thoughts, his heart -- reflecting on his life, his love, his aspirations.
But now, peace is to be no more. No longer could he enjoy the voices that occupied his heart. They were contradicting, angry, yearning, and most importantly, insatiable. They left him inexplicably bitter and guilty, all at the same moment.
Will spent the following weeks after revealing to Jack his paradoxical emotions, alone in his room -- a spare quarter. He slept alone, rejected company of any sort, ate only one meal a day, and only came out in the early morn to sit in silence by the railings -- deep in thought. Though he was able to convince the rest of the crew that he was sick with a terrible cold, he knew the truth, and so did Jack.
But Captain Sparrow let the boy be. If he wanted to starve. Let him starve. If he wanted to drown in solitude, let him be alone. The older man was filled with bitterness, and he tried to convince himself that he could care less but couldn't come to terms with it.
He loved the boy. Goddamn the unjust world. He loved the whelp with all his soul.
It hurt Will to look at Jack as well. Rarely did he see the rest of the crew these days, but when he did, he was sure to see Jack busy in his duties as captain of the Pearl. It torn his heart to see how cold the older man reacted. It was as if he had abandoned the boy all together.
What he didn't catch were the subtle glances the captain threw his way. The yearning. The rejection. The worry. The helplessness. The silence.
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One early morning, Jack found himself dead awake without even a ghost of desire to sleep. He still couldn't get used to fading into the night all alone and waking up colder than before. He needed the sea for it was his refuge. It always had been, and it'll always be, without a doubt. He slid into his trunks and into his coat, bare-chested.
With a sigh he opened the doors of his quarter and strolled out onto the deck, barefooted. The night was a darkish blue now and the horizon was barely visible. His strong, steady fingers lingered on the foundations of the Pearl. "Such a beauty," he smiled to himself as he continued to walk. Then suddenly, his heart dropped.
"Excuse me, I didn't know ye were here..." Jack dropped his head slightly, inverted his eyes to the ground and turned silently on his heels.
"It's okay..." a fairly calm but melacholic Will replied, "you can stay...I was just about to leave." He stood up quickly, but a headrush got the best of him and he fell back to where he was. The captain caught by the young man's sudden action, without thinking reached out to support him, but immediately pulled back as if he was afraid to be hurt again. The older man looked away sadly.
Will was so frail looking and so lost. He wanted to hold the boy in his embrace and tell him whatever it was, he had forgiven him and that he loved him -- nothing would ever come between them. Yet he knew he'd be a fool to do so.
With better balance, Will stood up once again and headed back toward his room without Jack's realization.
"Will..." Jack turned around and called after him but the young man did not stop to respond, instead picked up his pace, but by the time he arrived in his room, breathless, Jack had caught up with him. Just as Will was about to close the door, a heavy hand slammed into the edge of the door, flinging it open.
Startled by Jack's sudden intrusion and frightened by the urgency and lust in the older man's eyes, Will unconsciously started to back up until he was pressed up against a wall.
"Jack...please leave..." Will was suprised at the shakiness of his voice. Why did he feel scared of a man who he had known and trusted for years. Jack would never do him harm. He kept trying to calm his own breathing, but could not resist the apprehension that was building in the pit of his stomach.
"I can't stand it anymore, luv...I need ye...so bad," Jack proclaimed with utter serenity as he advanced, covering up the turbulent emotions he felt inside. Before the younger man could react or respond, Jack had pressed his lips and entire body up against Will. He took hold of the former blacksmith's face and pressed a heavy kiss upon Will's velvety lips, bruising them deeply. Will cried out in pain, but it was muffled by Jack's intruding tongue that probed and tasted, licked and flickered. The younger man tried all his might to fight off the older man, but to no avail.
The next thing he knew he was pushed onto his own bed in a fury. Jack straddled him, ripping the boy's clothes off with a savage slash. Will was too frightened and caught off guard to respond. He felt tears building up and a lump forming in his throat. Jack would never do this to him, he kept chanting in his mind as his assailant tied both his arms above his head to the bedposts with his own ripped shirt.
Jack felt himself in a trance -- a living nightmare that would not let him go until he had released his rage and lust that had been building up in the back of his mind these past weeks. Self-disgust past through his own mind, but was not strong enough to stop him.
He clawed at the boy's pants and tugged them off in a beastly manner, leaving the boy's body bare as the day he was born. Will started to quietly sob as he watched, with glazed eyes, Jack undressing himself.
He's not the Jack I know. Will's mind started to race as he struggled with the bondage holding him captive, but it was tied expertly. The cloth began to chafe and cut his wrists, but it seemed as if Jack didn't give a damn. The captain's member was stiffer than the boy had ever seen. Precum dripped down in tiny beads making Jack's member seem like a raving beast.
In two quick moves, Jack was atop Will once more straddling him, with his member pushed against Will's flaccid one. Jack took both their cocks into his hands and started to rub roughly, pinching and slashing without a care. Will cried out loud in pain, but Jack was too blind and deaf to notice. He was in a trance, no one could break him out of -- not even himself.
Though the rough treatment hurt Will, he could not but help feeling aroused. His member came alive, and both man noticed it. Jack grinned slyly as he grinded his hip sharply into the other man, causing the younger man to scream out in pain.
"Shh...love...ye must not make such a racket..." Jack said softly gliding his right index finger over Will's quivering lips that were trying to hold back a terrible sob.
"Please...s..stop," Will said, terrified, "W..w...why are you...doing this, Jack?"
"WHY?" Jack raged. A sharp slap came across the boy's face, and he cried out in burning pain. Sobs spilled forth, but Jack refused to soften. "I gave ye everything..." Jack said in a matter-of-fact tone while scrunching a scrap of cloth on the bed into a ball. "Ye took it all...my heart...my mind...my soul." He pried the boy's clenching jaws open and stuffed the ball in. "And..." he leaned down next to the shaking, muffled boy, "because I can..."
With that, he positioned himself between Will's golden brown legs and placed the weeping tip of his member against the young man's rosebud entrance. Knowing what's coming, Will cried and pulled desperately at his arms and tried kicking with his legs, but Jack's lust seemed to accompany an almost supernatural strength. The older man clamped one leg with one arm and held his victim at bay.
"To..." Jack proclaimed in a bellowing voice and looked up in a ceremonious manner, "love." The cynicism in his voice made Will cringe, but before the boy could think anymore, a sharp pain jolted through his body and he screamed into his gag till he felt the rag slipping down his expanded throat and started to choke.
Jack, oblivious to the struggling boy, began to thrust viciously -- pulling fully out and digging so deep, it almost felt like he was going to go through Will's frail body. Will's own member, betraying his rationality, started to weep with precum as well for Jack managed to hit his sweet spot everytime with bull-driving force.
Will's eyes rolled back -- his body was numbed to the pain after awhile and all he could do was fight the sensations he was feeling, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Ye like that, don't ye?!" Jack yelled at Will. Jack grabbed Will's cock and pumped harder and harder as he thrusted deeper and deeper into Will's hole -- as if jerking himself off. Just as Will's balls tightened, preparing to release, Jack stopped pumping and simply squeezed, prevently the boy's release. The grip became so excruciately painful that Will cried and screamed into the soaked gag -- pushing Jack over the edge. The older man thrusted deep and spilled his waves of warm seed into Will's hot, tight passage. Jack came so much that cum poured out of Will's hole after Jack pulled out, mixing with the blood that had dripped down his thighs. Jack let go of the boy's cock that had turned a dark purple, and with a whimper, Will released and spilled his seed all over his own chest and abdomen.
The boy was so weak and in pain that he did not realize that Jack was cutting the bindings that held him to the bed. The moment his hands were free, Will crawled into fetal position and cried his heart out, rocking softly back and forth. Tears streamed down his face in little rivers.
How could he do this to me, Will questioned over and over in his mind.
Jack, in his after-high, was still locked in his cruel and savage trance, but his brutality had much resided along with his energy and lust. He crawled up next to Will, facing the boy and pulled the crying boy to his sweating, hot body and whispered, "Ye belong to me, savvy? I'll take care of ye...like I always do..."
Jack rested his face against the boy's tussled hair while Will buried his face in Jack's chest, and together they fell into darkness' sweet oblivion.
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TBC
WRITTEN BY: PainfulWhispers
PAIRING: Jack/Will; Will/Elizabeth(maybe)
RATING: NC-17
SYNOPSIS: Will's paradoxical emotions drown out his love for Jack. How far will Captain Sparrow go to cage his love?
WARNING: M/M; F/M; N/C; Anal; Oral; Lemon; Yaoi; Tort; BDSM
DISCLAIMER: Don't own these lovely characters nor the scenary/setting.
REVIEW: As this is my first story, please drown me in reviews. Don't take pity on me and be honest. I'm a tough cookie who wants to improve. Thanks guys.
Thanks guys for the reviews. Wow I never thought I'd get that many hits ;D. Anywho. It took me awhile to come up with where to go next. I'm making up the plot as I write haha. So I hope you guys like it. Oh yeah...warning: n/c; smut; torture in this chapter! Please continue to review. Let me know what you guys think. Ta!
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CHAPTER 02
Will Turner squinted his eyes as he gazed out upon the sea, beyond the horizon where the sun's golden rays had started to sprout forth. How beautiful it was indeed. The majesty of the sea and the freedom he felt with the openess of the sky were things he'd come to treasure these past three years which he'd devoted himself to the Pearl and her captain. Every morning, sometimes even befohe dhe day could in fact be called day, the young man would sneak out of his lover's safe embrace, out of the captain's quarter, and onto the deck of the Pearl -- finding a spot, close to the railings. There he would sit peacefully, enjoying the soft cradling of the ship as the rhythmic waves crashed against her side, and taking in the salty yet fresh taste of the sea air.
However, what he valued beyond the breath-taking sunrises and the silvery gleams upon the surface of the water, were the tranquility and solitude he experienced. The crew -- usually extremely jovial and rowdy -- were usually still relishing in deep sleep along with his captain. There he was left to his thoughts, his heart -- reflecting on his life, his love, his aspirations.
But now, peace is to be no more. No longer could he enjoy the voices that occupied his heart. They were contradicting, angry, yearning, and most importantly, insatiable. They left him inexplicably bitter and guilty, all at the same moment.
Will spent the following weeks after revealing to Jack his paradoxical emotions, alone in his room -- a spare quarter. He slept alone, rejected company of any sort, ate only one meal a day, and only came out in the early morn to sit in silence by the railings -- deep in thought. Though he was able to convince the rest of the crew that he was sick with a terrible cold, he knew the truth, and so did Jack.
But Captain Sparrow let the boy be. If he wanted to starve. Let him starve. If he wanted to drown in solitude, let him be alone. The older man was filled with bitterness, and he tried to convince himself that he could care less but couldn't come to terms with it.
He loved the boy. Goddamn the unjust world. He loved the whelp with all his soul.
It hurt Will to look at Jack as well. Rarely did he see the rest of the crew these days, but when he did, he was sure to see Jack busy in his duties as captain of the Pearl. It torn his heart to see how cold the older man reacted. It was as if he had abandoned the boy all together.
What he didn't catch were the subtle glances the captain threw his way. The yearning. The rejection. The worry. The helplessness. The silence.
__________
One early morning, Jack found himself dead awake without even a ghost of desire to sleep. He still couldn't get used to fading into the night all alone and waking up colder than before. He needed the sea for it was his refuge. It always had been, and it'll always be, without a doubt. He slid into his trunks and into his coat, bare-chested.
With a sigh he opened the doors of his quarter and strolled out onto the deck, barefooted. The night was a darkish blue now and the horizon was barely visible. His strong, steady fingers lingered on the foundations of the Pearl. "Such a beauty," he smiled to himself as he continued to walk. Then suddenly, his heart dropped.
"Excuse me, I didn't know ye were here..." Jack dropped his head slightly, inverted his eyes to the ground and turned silently on his heels.
"It's okay..." a fairly calm but melacholic Will replied, "you can stay...I was just about to leave." He stood up quickly, but a headrush got the best of him and he fell back to where he was. The captain caught by the young man's sudden action, without thinking reached out to support him, but immediately pulled back as if he was afraid to be hurt again. The older man looked away sadly.
Will was so frail looking and so lost. He wanted to hold the boy in his embrace and tell him whatever it was, he had forgiven him and that he loved him -- nothing would ever come between them. Yet he knew he'd be a fool to do so.
With better balance, Will stood up once again and headed back toward his room without Jack's realization.
"Will..." Jack turned around and called after him but the young man did not stop to respond, instead picked up his pace, but by the time he arrived in his room, breathless, Jack had caught up with him. Just as Will was about to close the door, a heavy hand slammed into the edge of the door, flinging it open.
Startled by Jack's sudden intrusion and frightened by the urgency and lust in the older man's eyes, Will unconsciously started to back up until he was pressed up against a wall.
"Jack...please leave..." Will was suprised at the shakiness of his voice. Why did he feel scared of a man who he had known and trusted for years. Jack would never do him harm. He kept trying to calm his own breathing, but could not resist the apprehension that was building in the pit of his stomach.
"I can't stand it anymore, luv...I need ye...so bad," Jack proclaimed with utter serenity as he advanced, covering up the turbulent emotions he felt inside. Before the younger man could react or respond, Jack had pressed his lips and entire body up against Will. He took hold of the former blacksmith's face and pressed a heavy kiss upon Will's velvety lips, bruising them deeply. Will cried out in pain, but it was muffled by Jack's intruding tongue that probed and tasted, licked and flickered. The younger man tried all his might to fight off the older man, but to no avail.
The next thing he knew he was pushed onto his own bed in a fury. Jack straddled him, ripping the boy's clothes off with a savage slash. Will was too frightened and caught off guard to respond. He felt tears building up and a lump forming in his throat. Jack would never do this to him, he kept chanting in his mind as his assailant tied both his arms above his head to the bedposts with his own ripped shirt.
Jack felt himself in a trance -- a living nightmare that would not let him go until he had released his rage and lust that had been building up in the back of his mind these past weeks. Self-disgust past through his own mind, but was not strong enough to stop him.
He clawed at the boy's pants and tugged them off in a beastly manner, leaving the boy's body bare as the day he was born. Will started to quietly sob as he watched, with glazed eyes, Jack undressing himself.
He's not the Jack I know. Will's mind started to race as he struggled with the bondage holding him captive, but it was tied expertly. The cloth began to chafe and cut his wrists, but it seemed as if Jack didn't give a damn. The captain's member was stiffer than the boy had ever seen. Precum dripped down in tiny beads making Jack's member seem like a raving beast.
In two quick moves, Jack was atop Will once more straddling him, with his member pushed against Will's flaccid one. Jack took both their cocks into his hands and started to rub roughly, pinching and slashing without a care. Will cried out loud in pain, but Jack was too blind and deaf to notice. He was in a trance, no one could break him out of -- not even himself.
Though the rough treatment hurt Will, he could not but help feeling aroused. His member came alive, and both man noticed it. Jack grinned slyly as he grinded his hip sharply into the other man, causing the younger man to scream out in pain.
"Shh...love...ye must not make such a racket..." Jack said softly gliding his right index finger over Will's quivering lips that were trying to hold back a terrible sob.
"Please...s..stop," Will said, terrified, "W..w...why are you...doing this, Jack?"
"WHY?" Jack raged. A sharp slap came across the boy's face, and he cried out in burning pain. Sobs spilled forth, but Jack refused to soften. "I gave ye everything..." Jack said in a matter-of-fact tone while scrunching a scrap of cloth on the bed into a ball. "Ye took it all...my heart...my mind...my soul." He pried the boy's clenching jaws open and stuffed the ball in. "And..." he leaned down next to the shaking, muffled boy, "because I can..."
With that, he positioned himself between Will's golden brown legs and placed the weeping tip of his member against the young man's rosebud entrance. Knowing what's coming, Will cried and pulled desperately at his arms and tried kicking with his legs, but Jack's lust seemed to accompany an almost supernatural strength. The older man clamped one leg with one arm and held his victim at bay.
"To..." Jack proclaimed in a bellowing voice and looked up in a ceremonious manner, "love." The cynicism in his voice made Will cringe, but before the boy could think anymore, a sharp pain jolted through his body and he screamed into his gag till he felt the rag slipping down his expanded throat and started to choke.
Jack, oblivious to the struggling boy, began to thrust viciously -- pulling fully out and digging so deep, it almost felt like he was going to go through Will's frail body. Will's own member, betraying his rationality, started to weep with precum as well for Jack managed to hit his sweet spot everytime with bull-driving force.
Will's eyes rolled back -- his body was numbed to the pain after awhile and all he could do was fight the sensations he was feeling, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
"Ye like that, don't ye?!" Jack yelled at Will. Jack grabbed Will's cock and pumped harder and harder as he thrusted deeper and deeper into Will's hole -- as if jerking himself off. Just as Will's balls tightened, preparing to release, Jack stopped pumping and simply squeezed, prevently the boy's release. The grip became so excruciately painful that Will cried and screamed into the soaked gag -- pushing Jack over the edge. The older man thrusted deep and spilled his waves of warm seed into Will's hot, tight passage. Jack came so much that cum poured out of Will's hole after Jack pulled out, mixing with the blood that had dripped down his thighs. Jack let go of the boy's cock that had turned a dark purple, and with a whimper, Will released and spilled his seed all over his own chest and abdomen.
The boy was so weak and in pain that he did not realize that Jack was cutting the bindings that held him to the bed. The moment his hands were free, Will crawled into fetal position and cried his heart out, rocking softly back and forth. Tears streamed down his face in little rivers.
How could he do this to me, Will questioned over and over in his mind.
Jack, in his after-high, was still locked in his cruel and savage trance, but his brutality had much resided along with his energy and lust. He crawled up next to Will, facing the boy and pulled the crying boy to his sweating, hot body and whispered, "Ye belong to me, savvy? I'll take care of ye...like I always do..."
Jack rested his face against the boy's tussled hair while Will buried his face in Jack's chest, and together they fell into darkness' sweet oblivion.
__________
TBC