Blood and Roses

Chapter 2
In Which Mr. Barbossa Gives Will More Than a Little Taste of Pleasure

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“Well, Mr. Barbossa, I had not thought you foolish enough to come to Port Royal, and yet here you are.”

Ah, should have known the Commodore was around.

Hector took a moment to make sure that his prize was comfortably tucked into the long boat. “And who says t’was foolishness that brought me here?” Hector grinned, turning to face Norrington and several armed men, his hands outstretched in a sign of peace. “Me thinks we might be able reach an accord.”

“There is nothing you have that I want, pirate,” Norrington hissed, signaling his men forward.

“Nothin’ to be lost by merely hearin’ me out now, is there?” Hector would not lose this early in the game! “’Specially since it might get ye back the fair Miss Swann.”

That gave the Commodore pause. It was always a matter of knowing which strings to pull to tighten the tapestry and not make it completely unravel with men like the “good” Commodore. “I’m listening.”

“See, the little miss had a bit of a shock this night. Seems the boy might… prefer my company to hers.”

“Really.” The Commodore was a non-believer.

“Now, if ye take me in and return young Master Turner, he’ll do his song and dance and win back the Miss.” Barbossa leaned in closer to the Commodore. “But if the boy leaves, and ye tell her how ye saw him leavin’ with me- which is the truth when ye think about it- she’ll need… consoling.”

“Consoling.”

“Aye, consoling. And I’m sure the governor will be looking to save his precious daughter’s reputation. She’ll need to be wed quickly.” Hector spread his hands. “Yer choice, Commodore.”

As if there was ever truly any choice. “And what of Mr. Turner? Should he ever return to Port Royal-“

“I give ye my word, this boy shall never return.”

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Will awoke to a splitting headache and a bed that was not his. It was too large and comfortable to be his. And it was rocking. A slow, steady rock, soothing, with a thin sheet covering him.

A gentle hand caressed his forehead with calloused fingers. A deep voice was humming idly to his side. There was a clinking, something stirring- metal on hardened clay with a swish of liquid.

“Ye need to get yer strength up, boy.”

Will’s eyes snapped open, instantly wishing he had kept them closed. “Barbossa,” he moaned. He dimly remembered the events of the night before with a faint blush of embarrassment. “What do you want?”

“All ready got what I want, William,” Barbossa grinned. “The question now becomes, what is it that you want?”

Will felt confused, trying to cover it up by massaging the lump on his head. He looked down at his foot. “You’ve chained me to the bed?” Will asked dully.

“To keep ye from runnin’ off foolish like,” Barbossa explained, returning to the task of stirring the cup. “As I recall, ye have a nasty habit o' doin’ stupid things.”

“And I suppose it is useless to ask you to return me to Port Royal,” Will asked indignantly, wrapping his hands over his chest.

“Utterly useless,” Hector grinned. “Here, have something to drink.”

Will looked skeptically at the cup. “Why should I? It’s most likely poisoned.”

“Now why would I do that? After takin’ all the trouble of bringin’ ye out here.” Barbossa leaned in close. Will flinched. “If I wanted ye dead, boy, I coulda slit yer throat while ye slept. No, I need ye alive.”

“For what purpose?”

Barbossa barked out a single laugh. “That be for me to know, boy, and you to figure out.”

Will sniffed at his drink. It was alcoholic, whatever it was. “I would rather have water.”

“That’s all ye’ll get, boy, so I suggest ye not waste any. Ye’ll eat what I say ye can eat, drink what I say ye can drink. Ye’ll get nothin’ without my say so.” Barbossa reached out and twisted a lock of Will’s hair around his fingers. Will jerked away, glaring in disbelief. “From now on, yer continued existence depends on my will, and my will alone.”

Will hid his fear in the cup, swallowing its contents in a single gulp. It burned from throat to stomach. He struggled not to cough, a choked gasp sputtering out. He wasn’t so innocent as to not know what could happen between two men. He may not know the particulars, but he had a reasonable idea of what went on. And he knew that he did not want any such… activity to go on between Barbossa and himself.

“You do realize that someone is bound to be looking for me by now?” Will said, attempting to sound haughty.

“Oh, and who might that be? The governor? After what little Miss Elizabeth saw ye doin’ with me in her garden, I highly doubt her father will be sendin’ anyone after ye. And the good Commodore was all too glad t’see me carry ye off. Didn’t even try t’stop me, William.” Barbossa sat on the edge of the bed, carding a hand through the boy’s hair. “He nearly carried ye to me ship his damned self.

“Or maybe you think Jack will come for ye? ‘Course, he’ll have to find out yer missin’, and there ain’t no one interested enough now to tell him that, or that actually believes yer not missing and just run off. So, I ask ye, boy, who is coming to save you? It is just you and I, William, you and I.”

Will’s heart started to race. He blinked in confusion. It was as if he was somehow disconnected to his own body all of the sudden. Lifting his hand to wipe at sweat suddenly beading on his brow, Will noticed his fingers. Really noticed. He held them up in front of his face, noticing each hair and each line. The pulse of blood just below the flesh, how magical!

“I… I…” Will’s mind staggered to put coherent thoughts together, and failed miserably. He could hear the cup falling to the floor as he pressed his fingertips to his cheeks, stroking his flesh. He began making lazy circles, wondering how he had never noticed the texture of his own skin before. “Soft.”

“Indeed,” Barbossa agreed. For some reason, he looked amused as he raked a hand through Will’s hair again. This time, Will leaned into the touch, pleasured mutterings spilling from his lips.

Will started tugging at his shirt, lacking the coordination to figure out how to… how to… “Shirt bad,” he mumbled “Must… must… Help me, Barbossa. I want to… shirt.”

Hector made a sound between a laugh and a growl. “Ye’re too precious, my pet.” He understood Will’s meaning, though, and pulled the shirt over Will’s head. “The things we’ll do together,” he rumbled, running a hand over Will’s chest. Will responded by arching his back, the touch sending delightful sparks through his muscles. He kicked a bit weakly, pushing the sheet the rest of the way down in its descent off of his body.

Will could not even begin to describe the sensations running through him at this moment. With his limited sexual experiences (if one could even call them that), Will had little comprehension of what was happening. He understood a very basic logic: (1) This felt good. (2) He wanted more of these wonderful feelings. (3) He was damn near willing to do anything to make sure this continued.

As eager as Barbossa was to bed the boy, his mind cautioned him to wait. He’ll betray you like his father if you take him now. Make the boy come to you of his own free will. Yes, he would have to wait. But that didn’t mean that either of them would go without pleasure. For it would be pleasure that would drive the boy to him.

Will clawed weakly at Barbossa, uncertain of what to do. “Will you...? I want too…” Moaning, he buried his face in Barbossa’s neck. Not sure why, Will started to lick. Small licks at first, broader strokes of his tongue, then sucking. Barbossa groaned, laying his full weight on Will. Burying his hand in Will’s hair, he angled the boy’s head so he could kiss him. Feather soft kisses, quickly pulling away so that Will had to catch his mouth if he wanted more.

With a grunt, Barbossa started rocking his hips into Will’s. The boy whimpered and thrashed, uncertain what to make of this sensation and desiring it all the same. Hector lightly bit the boy’s shoulder, causing Will to cry out. A brief moment of panic, What if the crew heard? If the others knew what Barbossa had brought Will here for, they would expect Hector to share. And the boy was to be his alone, no one else’s! He would be damned if he would share his pet. Barbossa held still for a moment, listening. But there was no indication anyone had heard.

Though he hated to do it, and the boy definitely had the makings of being a fine screamer, Barbossa put a hand over Will’s mouth. “Sorry, pet, but I need you to keep it down.” Barbossa resumed his thrusting, but didn’t move his hand. In this state, how could Will control himself? He would have to keep activities to a minimum of this nature until they reached Tortuga.

Will whimpered and thrashed, trying to remove the hand. But the pleasure that was building in his belly quickly distracted him. Gasping and moaning, he clung to Barbossa’s back.

Suddenly, Will wanted very much to know what all of Barbossa’s skin would be like sliding against his own. Flailing and scrabbling, he tore at buttons and ties, fumbling Hector’s clothes off with some help from Barbossa himself. In desperation, Will near split the seams of his own pants trying to get them off.

The two men lay frozen for a moment, pressed together. Will felt strange. He wanted Barbossa to do… something. To… put… somewhere in his body. But these thought made no sense to him. What was it that he wanted done?

Will gave his hips an experimental wiggle, pleased by the increase in tingles it created. “More,” he whispered, desperately. “Please… I want… you to…?”

Barbossa chortled breathlessly. He knew what the boy wanted. And he would damn well give it to him-

No, you fool! He’ll realize what we’ve done soon enough and then he’ll be gone! Take your time or else all is lost.

“Aye, aye,” Hector muttered. Still, his pet would need to learn something of the pleasures he could give. Reaching under the mattress, he found a small jar of oil he had hidden there. I’ll just give the boy a taste. A dip of fingers, and his hand was snaking between his pet’s thighs, one finger easing in while the free hand covered his pet’s mouth.

Will near threw Barbossa off. He was babbling, but was muffled. Barbossa feared he might have to smother his pet with a pillow if he didn’t quiet down.

Suddenly, Will fell silent. A sly glint in his eye, and he was shyly reaching down to grip Barbossa. He somehow had gotten some of the oil on his palm, and was slowly, tortuously moving his hand up and down. “Mm… aye, pet,” Barbossa encouraged.

The two men teased each other, one sure- nudging a tender bundle of nerves- and the other tormenting with his sheer innocence.

It was as if every nerve ending in his body fired at once. Will seized, arching up off the bed in a muffled scream. Barbossa quickly followed suit, pressing his face into Will’s chest.

The two men lay panting against each other.

As Barbossa rolled to his side, Will still felt a dull confusion in his brain. He noticed that his skin was a bit sticky and uncomfortable, but now lacked the initiative to do anything about it. He began running his fingers over the sheet underneath him. Will turned his head to the side, contemplating the feeling of rough cotton on his cheek.

Nodding, Barbossa got to his feet to change, as Will had apparently done an effective job of ruining his shirt and pants. The effects of the powder would keep Will entertained for the next few hours. Reaching into a drawer for new pants, Barbossa’s fingers touched on a dark green silk scarf he had picked up of a ship they had recently boarded on the way to Port Royal. Quickly changing, Barbossa grinned and took the scarf over to Will.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barbossa asked, gently waving the scarf in the air above Will. “From China, I saw it and thought of you.”

Will looked up blearily. “Pretty,” was the best he could come up with. Like a drunken kitten, he batted at the scarf, intensely fascinated by the golden thread roses stitched into the fabric.

Chuckling, Barbossa dropped the scarf and watched it lazily fall to Will’s chest. Will sighed happily, running the scarf over his body and between his fingers.

“I’ll be back for ye later, William. I’m sure ye’ll want rest soon, anyway.” Barbossa left his pet in the room to tend to the matter of getting the ship as quickly to Tortuga.

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