A Pirate's Heart

A Pirate's Heart - Part Two "Chasing Memories"

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It was funny, Jack thought. Ten years later, in the same inn, heading to the same room, to seduce the one with the same face as the one who had seduced him back then. Very strange, yet the strangeness of the situation didn't seem to want to sit in his head. Rather, it was ironic, and he smiled at that thought.

Making his way up the rickety staircase with only a hand against the clammy wall to guide his footsteps, he considered that Will was probably just a few years younger than he himself had been back then. And now he was but a little younger than Bill had been.

Ten years seemed like an age ago, things had been so different. Back then, no one had been able to resist the charm and beauty of Captain Jack Sparrow (not that there was anything wrong with him now, he decided with a glance to his reflection in a passing window.) Back then he truly could have had anyone, but he had known his limit. He had known who he could take and avoided those who had aimed to take him. Bill had been the limit that he had always been scared to cross.

He could remember the strange taste of fear in submitting, being forced into something that his body had wanted desperately but his heart had feared more than anything. Being willing clay in an older man's hands. Thinking he knew it all, only to find there was another side to love and sex that he had never dared to imagine being on.

He hadn't been as green as Will, but he had been younger and more naïve than he had cared to admit to anyone, especially himself.

He was still ashamed to think how terrified he had been that night. He was ashamed to think that he had wondered if Bill was going to do him harm. He should have known better, but he had only wanted to see that Bill had wanted to possess him. He only realised later, far too late, that the man loved him too.

That had scared him most - to think that someone was capable of loving him, and that his own heart had the capacity to love. He had seen love as the end to the freedom that was so important to him, and had never found the nerve to admit the word out loud. Rather it had been bile in the back of his throat, choking him, neither wanting to leave his mouth or sink back into his stomach.

Now it was far too late, and the bitterness and anger boiled in his heart. Old memories creeping to the surface of his soul, old scars breaking open on his heart and bleeding poison like they were new.

He wasn't ashamed to admit to himself that he was hurting, but he'd never let the young Turner see it, anymore than he'd let the elder see his heart. He'd never let Will know what the sight of his face had done to him. He'd never let him know why.

Something had drawn him to the boy. Maybe it was the image of his father upon his face. Perhaps his steely resistance. Or just the simple fact that Jack was feeling lonely that night. Or just randy and in need of a fuck from a pretty thing who didn't know any better.

It had been quite some time since he had taken someone's virginity. He would always make a point of finding out (if he couldn't already tell) if his partner was used or not, then take the precious prize of virtue from them with as much stealth as the pirate in him could flaunt, and as much care as the gentleman in him could afford.

The last boy he had deflowered had been a fine-looking Creole but that had been well over a year ago. It was about time he plundered another body, and there was none so beautiful about as the son of his former lover (and he had no doubt that Will was untouched).

It was wrong. Definitely. Going to screw the boy of the one who had loved him. Hell, the one he had loved. That was assuming said boy (no, make that 'young man') would permit himself to being screwed.

Screwed? No, rather fucked through the mattress until he was screaming. Now that was an image to smile at. He tried not to imagine it, better to wait and see with his own eyes, and feel with his own body.

Will was more delicate looking than his father, paler skin that would be soft to the touch; a gentler voice that Jack endeavoured to raise in cries of passion. Will was not as heavily muscled as his father, yet years as a blacksmith's apprentice had left his body strong and toned.

Perhaps his eyes were harder than Bootstrap's. Yes, he had so much defiance in those deep brown depths. Jack would enjoy seeing that break down.

After what seemed like an hour, Jack reached the door to the room at the top of the stairs and pushed it open. The room was in darkness save for a stubby candle burning in a saucer on the table, and the moonlight filtering through the ratty curtain that scarcely covered the window.

With a blink and a shake of the head and a muttered curse, Jack wondered if time had frozen in that place. It was still the same, bed where it had been, table where it had been only last time he had been sitting at it and Bill had been the one coming through the door.

He stopped for a moment, with one hand holding his half-drunken staggering form against the doorframe as he took in the sight, drinking back the memories as his eyes adjusted to the dim light. The same rug where clothes had been discarded and rum had been slopped in careless passion. The blanket on the bed was a grey one now, it had been brown then, and Bill had forced him back onto it and kissed him. Perhaps the sheets were the same ones that their blood had spilled on in the fight to claim each other's hearts and bodies. The wood frame of the bed was still the very same stain that his hands had turned pale on, gripping the headboard as he had ridden his lover into the night. He had got splinters from it. He could almost feel the biting shards of wood now, if he closed his hand into a fist.

Now another dark curled head lay upon the pillow, looking impossibly boyish in sleep. Jack wondered how Bill had felt those years ago, walking into the room with the plan to seduce him. Had he felt the same lustful excitement at the thought of claiming such a fine young body for his own? Had he felt the same nervous tingle of doubt and the nagging voice of honour? Jack doubted it. It had been very different between him and Bill; it had been about love. But this... this was...

"I shouldn't," he whispered to himself, taking a mouthful of rum from the half full bottle in his hand.

"Who invited you in?" Suddenly Will was awake and staring at him, looking very stunned to see him there.

Oh, that flame was in his eyes again, and Jack was suddenly damned to care whether he should or not. He wanted to see that flame rise and he wanted to burn it out. In the short hours he had known the young blacksmith there had been a glow of anger in those eyes that he had found beautiful beyond words. The glow that had enticed him had now become something more, it been flickering into sparks all night, ever since the dubious embrace on the deck on the Inteceptor. He knew he had angered Will with the intimacy but he also knew he had excited and awakened something in the boy's heart.

He had stayed far enough back for the rest of the night to allow the feeling to bubble within the lad's soul. Now he was here to quench it.

Though he figured he must look pretty suspicious lurking in the door with a bottle still raised to his lips. Swallowing the fire in his mouth and wincing as it coursed down his throat, he sauntered across the room.

Oh, how memories hurt when forced so closely to his face. A sword upon the table, a Turner in the bed, a bottle in his hand. A thousand butterflies in his stomach. But he couldn't think on that now. Another drink of rum, another sly glance across Will's bare torso, another flash of imagination of the blacksmith writhing and keening beneath his body, and Bootstrap was left outside the door, pushed aside with the skill of shutting out memories that had been finely honed over the past decade.

"What are you doing in my room, Jack?" Will raised himself into a sitting position, pushing his hair back from his face. Shirtless. Perhaps he was naked beneath the blanket.

"Our room, actually." Jack scanned the floor with his eyes, picking out articles of discarded clothing. Yes, Will was definitely naked. He tried not to lick his lips at the thought, already aware of how much like a wolf he was looking.

"I beg your pardon?" Will raised a fine eyebrow at him, attemping to look dignified and stuck up, even when completely pissed. It amused Jack. "I'm surprised you're not bedding down with your new friend."

But Jack was not sated by his fumble with the rent boy. The boy had been beautiful, no doubt, but he wasn't what Jack wanted. He knew he could be in bed with the lad now, gaining far more pleasure than he could ever hope to get from Will, with only a small dent to his pocket. But there was only one thing he had wanted that lad for, and that was to show Will what it was all about, to open his eyes and enflame his temper and pride in order to claim him.

Jack grinned, placing the bottle on the table, as he unstrapped his weapons to lay them down carefully, then he took off his coat and hat and dropped them to the floor.

"Why were you spying on me?" he offered the question as a mild provocation.

"You're disgusting."

He didn't miss the constriction of Will's throat as he swallowed. Neither did he miss the obvious aversion of his eyes. It was almost embarrassing to see how little conviction Will managed to convey.

"Don't pretend you don't know such things don't go on," he said.

Will looked very indignant and even managed not to slur his words as he replied. "Not in Port Royal it doesn't."

Jack smirked. Dear God, the boy was too innocent to be real! "If your Lieutenant Gillette doesn't use the backdoor then I'm a bishop. Not too sure about the Commodore either..."

Will glared at him, anger making his cheeks flush. "You would swing for suggesting such a thing!"

Jack shrugged and grinned wider. "I can't help it if the truth hurts."

"They're not like you," Will snarled through clenched teeth. "They are good respectable men."

"Who obey the law, eh?" Jack prodded. "I believe you thought that about your father once." He didn't give Will a chance to react. "It confuses me, Mr Turner that if this act of... male bonding disgusts you so much, why did you follow me outside? I'm also curious to know why you hung around that corner for so long."

Will looked up at him. "How do you know how long I was there?"

"I could feel your eyes on me," Jack told him. "Even as I was shooting my load down his throat."

Boring into him, he had felt a hundred emotions washing over him carried in that gaze - hatred had come first, then perhaps envy, then curious lust, and oh how that had burned through his senses.

At the start of the evening he had only had a fleeting thought of bedding the blacksmith. Half way through the night he'd had half a mind to. Three quarters through the night he had tested his willingness with the challenge. And now, at the end of the night... well, that still all depended on how strong Will's resolve was, and how long Jack could keep goading him before giving up and tying him to the bed and fucking him anyway. The boy was driving him wild with lust.

"Perhaps you were curious."

A flash of something flared up in Will's eyes, like he had been caught with a naughty secret. Then he curled his lip in disdain. "Certainly not!"

Jack kicked his boots to the floor and flopped back against the pillows, grinning as Will flinched. "So what other reason did you have for lurking about the corner watching me so intently while I was having my dick sucked?" He laid his hand on Will's bare forearm, staring at his face until Will's eyes dropped.

The silence was enough of an answer for him. Perhaps Will didn't know how to put it into words, he probably didn't understand why he had been standing there watching but Jack knew. This was going to be easier than first anticipated.

He saw Will staring at his hand and removed it with a smile. "Drink." He grabbed the bottle back off the table and thrust it into Will's hand. "It'll do you the world of good."

"I think I've had more than enough to drink." Even so, Will cautiously took the bottle from him and took a suspicious sip from it. Jack sat silently for some minutes, toying with a bead in his hair as he watched Bootstrap's boy become accustomed to the taste of the Devil's Brew. Something needed to be said, something that had been bothering his conscience since they'd been on the Inteceptor. Now might not be the right time to say it, but he had to.

"I didn't mean to upset you before," he said carefully, "with your father, I mean. I didn't drop that piece of news on you too gently. I'm sorry."

Will raised an eyebrow, coughing on his rum. "Captain Jack Sparrow apologising?"

"Take it or leave it," Jack replied, shrugging and pretending it didn't matter that Will should accept it. For some reason it did matter.

Will offered him a small smile as he passed the rum back. "I forgive you."

"Well, that's all right then!" Jack grinned and took another mouthful from his bottle. "Now, as that's all cleared up and we're friends, am I allowed under that blanket with you or am I to be thrown out to sleep on the floor?"

"If it's absolutely necessary," Will sighed, with a tone that reminded Jack a little too much of that bloody Commodore.

Jack snatched the covers back before Will had a chance to clutch them to his body. He didn't pull them back all the way, no, that would spoil it.

"And, seeing as you're naked as a babe under there, I don't see any reason why I can't strip off too?" His vest and shirt were off before Will could answer, thrown into a ball on the floor somewhere on top of Will's breeches.

"Be my guest," Will murmured, turning away from him.

Jack allowed a broad smile to cross his face as he stripped of his own breeches. "Saw enough of me outside, did you?"

"You're drunk," Will rolled back quickly, putting a hand to his head as the motion made him dizzy.

"Not as drunk as you are, mate." Jack pulled the bandana from his hair and stretched.

"You're drunk on your on arrogance."

The comment only made him smile more and he felt more than saw as Will's eyes took a sly map of his body. Will wanted him. Jack knew it, even if Will didn't know it himself yet. But he would soon, oh he would...

"I was beginning to think that thing was a part of you," Will said, eyeing the bandana.

"It comes off only when there's nothing else to come off." Jack told him as he slid beneath the blanket.

Will moved abruptly to the far edge of the bed, which still only left a few inches between them. Jack remembered well how cramped this bed was. So little space that you could feel the very pulse and breath of the man sleeping beside you.

"How do you find the rum?" He passed the bottle back to Will, noticing a healthy few mouthfuls were gone and not all were his.

Will took another sip and wrinkled his nose. "I suppose I might learn to like it."

"Of course you could, you're a pirate's boy!" Jack took the bottle back. Yes, he wanted Will drunk, but he didn't want him paralysed and certainly didn't want him being sick in the morning.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Jack?"

Jack relaxed back against the pillows as Will very nervously moved a little closer to him.

"And just why would I be wanting to do a thing like that, my dear Mr Turner?" he posed the question.

Will glowered at him, but he was smiling too. So he was finding it amusing now, was he? Drunk so quickly! Bless him. How in control was he of himself now? Not very, by the look of it. He was looking rather flirtatious, Jack noted with a wide grin. How cute. He'd got him.

"You've got only one reason to be getting me drunk," Will smiled.

"Ah, but you're allowing yourself to get drunk." Jack rolled onto his side to face him. "And you know what I'm up to so there'd be no point in me denying it. So would you stab me if I were to do this?" Before Will could answer, Jack seized his face between his hands and kissed him.

He was shocked to feel Will's tongue force it's way into his mouth but he surrendered to the kiss for the moment. God, he even kissed like his father. The same sly movement of the tongue, gaining dominance in a second while feigning submission.

Jack pulled back with a gasp, the memories of another mouth suddenly very near.

"You want me, don't you?" Will whispered, still looking scared and confused, but a little more confident than before. "Why?"

"You want me." Jack let Will make the next move, better to go easy. For now.

"Jack..." Will gazed at him. "You know... this is my first time..."

"Course I know!" Jack stared into the boy's face, raking his eyes over the flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. "And you're testing me, right? Seeing if I'm pirate enough to take your virtue."

Will frowned at him.

"Perhaps I'm testing you." Jack smoothed the furrow out of his brow with his thumb. "Seeing if you're honourable enough to stop me having my way with you. Can you resist a pirate's advances?" He pulled Will close to his body and heard an audible gulp as their naked skin touched. "Do you want to resist me?"

"I should stab you."

"Why, because I'm a pirate?"

"No, because you're a man." Poor thing was so confused. Jack wanted to take pity on him, but he was too drunk and aroused to think how to. "I... I shouldn't want you to... do what's going through my mind right now. That shouldn't be going through my mind. I shouldn't find you so...."

"Attractive? Yet you do."

"Jack..." Will reached up to touch his cheek. "You've got me drunk..."

"You've got yourself drunk," Jack corrected, shoving him onto his back and rolling on top of him. "Now, am I to ravish you or go and find someone else?" He ran his hands down Will's chest, lightly pinching his nipples on his way. "What's it to be? I can't wait all night."

Will swallowed hard and glanced down at Jack's hands. "Take that ring off."

"This?" Jack raised his right hand. If only Will knew what he was asking. "This was a gift from someone very important to me."

"I don't care, it's coming off." Will prised the ring from his finger with barely a tug and
set it on the table. "I don't want it scratching me."

Jack stared at the white band on his finger. In ten years that ring hadn't come off. He'd sworn it would never come off. It kept his dear love with him all the time, now his dear love's son had torn it from him.

Will pulled him down into a kiss. "Don't treat me like a maid, Jack. I want you."

The depth of lust in that soft voice sent a shudder through Jack's body, enough for him to push his hurt aside. "You want me, eh?" He ducked his head out of the kiss and nipped the side of Will's neck with his teeth. "And do you know just what it is you're asking for, boy?"

"I'm no boy." He could imagine the pout that was marring Will's face.

"No," he ran his hand up Will's thigh and seized his cock in his palm. "No, that you're not." He pressed his lips to Will's ear. "Do you want this?" he whispered, giving the hot flesh in his hand a little squeeze.

Will moaned softly and nodded.

"And this?" Jack pressed his hips against Will's thigh and felt the lad tense. "How about this, Will?" He moved to kneel between Will's legs and ducked his head to swipe his tongue up Will's erection. "You want this, don't you?"

"Oh, God, Jack...." Will panted and reached down to sink a hand into his hair.

"How long have you wanted this?" Jack teased him with his tongue. "Since you saw the boy whore doing this to me? Did you want to feel it then?"

"Bloody shut up!" Will growled.

Now that was more like it. With a chuckle, Jack closed his mouth around the twitching flesh and swallowed Will into his throat. He didn't expect Will to buck off the bed so violently and he nearly choked on the motion.

"Easy, my lovely," he said, lifting his head. "Just lie still." He placed his hands on Will's hips to hold him down in case he decided to repeat such a violent movement. Slowly, so very very slowly, he took Will's length into his mouth again.

He was rewarded with a contented sigh and felt Will relax beneath him. He worked slowly at first, until Will began whimpering, then he added the teasing torture of his tongue, swallowing him deeper. He waited until he could taste the impending release in the back of his throat before he rose up and straddled Will's hips.

Will moaned in frustration and stared beseechingly up at Jack. Oh, how he would enjoy making this boy beg.

"What did you stop for?" Will gasped.

Jack just smiled at him, tucking another pillow beneath his head, shifting up Will's body until he was kneeling across his chest. "Your turn," he replied.


~to be continued~