Bound By Blood
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,491
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dreams
Bound By Blood
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
***dreams***
Chapter One: Dreams
***Will looked up through the deep blue waters of the Caribbean and watched the sunlight dance on the surface. He could feel the coolness of the ocean all around him as he exhaled the remaining air from his lungs, watching, mesmerized, as the pockets of air floated effortlessly away.
It was strange. He knew he should be frightened because he was certain to die, to spend the rest of his natural life as part of the sea itself, and yet…he felt secure—peaceful, even. His body rocked with the natural rhythm of the ocean, and he could feel its singing throughout his limbs as darkness began to creep along the edges of his vision.
A dark shape broke the surface of the water, plunging through the depths toward him. Something—no, someone—was swimming toward him, but who…?
Jack?
His hair and beard floated weightlessly around his face, the trinkets and beads glimmering. His loose-fitting clothes billowed out around him with every stroke of those powerful arms and every kick of those strong legs.
As he drew nearer, Will could see those impossibly dark eyes glinting in the dim light. He almost didn’t look real looking so wild and fierce and beautiful like some ancient god of the sea.
Quite suddenly Will discovered that he did want to live, that he wasn’t ready to die just yet. Panic crept into his heart as he pushed the darkness from his mind, flailing his arms and legs desperately against his watery oppressor.
Strong arms encircled his waist and soft lips met his in a kiss that tasted of the sea. Air was being forced back into his lungs as Jack breathed life into him. The panicked feeling receded as Will knew that he was going to be alright, for Jack Sparrow was the sea, and the sea had no intention of letting him die.***
* * *
Will sat up in bed, gasping for air as his dream faded from his mind. His lungs were burning for oxygen, and his heart was hammering in his chest at such a rate that Will was sure it would explode.
His gaze swept around the darkened smithy almost apprehensively as he willed his breathing and his heart rate to return to normal. He raised his fingers to his lips, and although he had never kissed anyone but Elizabeth, he found that he could still taste Jack Sparrow’s salty kiss.
* * *
Anamaria placed a hand on her captain’s back in concern as she watched him retch violently over the side of the Pearl, though she couldn’t help feeling a little smug at the arrogant man’s show of weakness. Jack normally prided himself on not having been seasick since he was a small boy, and yet here he was now, leaning over the railing of his own ship, vomiting uncontrollably into the sea.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Jack muttered, slumping against the side of the boat.
“Perhaps ye’ve just been away from the sea too long,” Gibbs suggested from the helm where he was steering.
“After all that time on the Interceptor?” Anamaria said skeptically.
Gibbs merely shrugged, apparently out of ideas. Jack groaned and rested his head in his hands, wishing for the first time in his life that the sea wouldn’t move so much.
* * *
***He was standing in Mr. Brown’s smithy, the place where he had first set eyes on Will. That seemed ages ago, but in reality it was only a little over a week ago.
There was a newly-made sword lying on the hearth near the fire. Jack picked it up, the warmth of the blade sending pleasant tingles down his arm. It was quite good, one of Will’s best works, in fact. The length of the blade was perfectly balanced with the elaborate handle.
He jumped slightly as Will slid his arms around him from behind. He leaned back against the muscular frame, sighing contentedly.
“Like it, love?” Will murmured huskily in his ear.
“It’s beautiful.” Jack replaced the sword on the hearth with proper care.
“It’s yours,” Will breathed. “I made it for you.”
He kissed Jack’s neck softly, lips ghosting over the skin while his fingers traced imaginary patterns across his chest, so soft and light that he almost couldn’t feel it. Will’s touch was like the smoke drifting up from the fire, gentle and warm, brushing and crawling across his skin.
Jack turned in Will’s arms, desperate for more contact, and wrapped his arms around the young smith. Suddenly, smoke became fire as strong arms gripped his back, lips crashing together and tongues dueling.
He was on fire, burning in Will’s embrace, and yet he wanted more, couldn’t get enough of this beautiful man kissing him passionately. He knew that everything wrong in his life would right itself if he could somehow manage to stay in the blacksmith’s arms forever.***
* * *
As the dream faded from Jack’s mind, so did the warmth and comfort. His darkened cabin suddenly seemed very cold and empty. Loneliness crept upon him, making him yearn for company…but not just anyone’s company, no. He was suddenly longing for the young man he’d left behind in Port Royal.
Jack clutched his stomach as the ship rocked in the waves. He thought of Will, back on the sturdiness of land, before the swaying ship became too much for his already weak stomach. Lunging forward, he emptied the contents of his stomach, mostly rum, into the chamber pot beside his bed.
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
***dreams***
Chapter One: Dreams
***Will looked up through the deep blue waters of the Caribbean and watched the sunlight dance on the surface. He could feel the coolness of the ocean all around him as he exhaled the remaining air from his lungs, watching, mesmerized, as the pockets of air floated effortlessly away.
It was strange. He knew he should be frightened because he was certain to die, to spend the rest of his natural life as part of the sea itself, and yet…he felt secure—peaceful, even. His body rocked with the natural rhythm of the ocean, and he could feel its singing throughout his limbs as darkness began to creep along the edges of his vision.
A dark shape broke the surface of the water, plunging through the depths toward him. Something—no, someone—was swimming toward him, but who…?
Jack?
His hair and beard floated weightlessly around his face, the trinkets and beads glimmering. His loose-fitting clothes billowed out around him with every stroke of those powerful arms and every kick of those strong legs.
As he drew nearer, Will could see those impossibly dark eyes glinting in the dim light. He almost didn’t look real looking so wild and fierce and beautiful like some ancient god of the sea.
Quite suddenly Will discovered that he did want to live, that he wasn’t ready to die just yet. Panic crept into his heart as he pushed the darkness from his mind, flailing his arms and legs desperately against his watery oppressor.
Strong arms encircled his waist and soft lips met his in a kiss that tasted of the sea. Air was being forced back into his lungs as Jack breathed life into him. The panicked feeling receded as Will knew that he was going to be alright, for Jack Sparrow was the sea, and the sea had no intention of letting him die.***
* * *
Will sat up in bed, gasping for air as his dream faded from his mind. His lungs were burning for oxygen, and his heart was hammering in his chest at such a rate that Will was sure it would explode.
His gaze swept around the darkened smithy almost apprehensively as he willed his breathing and his heart rate to return to normal. He raised his fingers to his lips, and although he had never kissed anyone but Elizabeth, he found that he could still taste Jack Sparrow’s salty kiss.
* * *
Anamaria placed a hand on her captain’s back in concern as she watched him retch violently over the side of the Pearl, though she couldn’t help feeling a little smug at the arrogant man’s show of weakness. Jack normally prided himself on not having been seasick since he was a small boy, and yet here he was now, leaning over the railing of his own ship, vomiting uncontrollably into the sea.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Jack muttered, slumping against the side of the boat.
“Perhaps ye’ve just been away from the sea too long,” Gibbs suggested from the helm where he was steering.
“After all that time on the Interceptor?” Anamaria said skeptically.
Gibbs merely shrugged, apparently out of ideas. Jack groaned and rested his head in his hands, wishing for the first time in his life that the sea wouldn’t move so much.
* * *
***He was standing in Mr. Brown’s smithy, the place where he had first set eyes on Will. That seemed ages ago, but in reality it was only a little over a week ago.
There was a newly-made sword lying on the hearth near the fire. Jack picked it up, the warmth of the blade sending pleasant tingles down his arm. It was quite good, one of Will’s best works, in fact. The length of the blade was perfectly balanced with the elaborate handle.
He jumped slightly as Will slid his arms around him from behind. He leaned back against the muscular frame, sighing contentedly.
“Like it, love?” Will murmured huskily in his ear.
“It’s beautiful.” Jack replaced the sword on the hearth with proper care.
“It’s yours,” Will breathed. “I made it for you.”
He kissed Jack’s neck softly, lips ghosting over the skin while his fingers traced imaginary patterns across his chest, so soft and light that he almost couldn’t feel it. Will’s touch was like the smoke drifting up from the fire, gentle and warm, brushing and crawling across his skin.
Jack turned in Will’s arms, desperate for more contact, and wrapped his arms around the young smith. Suddenly, smoke became fire as strong arms gripped his back, lips crashing together and tongues dueling.
He was on fire, burning in Will’s embrace, and yet he wanted more, couldn’t get enough of this beautiful man kissing him passionately. He knew that everything wrong in his life would right itself if he could somehow manage to stay in the blacksmith’s arms forever.***
* * *
As the dream faded from Jack’s mind, so did the warmth and comfort. His darkened cabin suddenly seemed very cold and empty. Loneliness crept upon him, making him yearn for company…but not just anyone’s company, no. He was suddenly longing for the young man he’d left behind in Port Royal.
Jack clutched his stomach as the ship rocked in the waves. He thought of Will, back on the sturdiness of land, before the swaying ship became too much for his already weak stomach. Lunging forward, he emptied the contents of his stomach, mostly rum, into the chamber pot beside his bed.