Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (22/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some blood, my LOTR worship again.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya and Mike

Feedback: I know it gets tiring, but come on! Pretty please with some man-smut on top?

Summary: Will makes Jack take him to see The Two Towers, but things take a turn for the worse like they always do and Jack’s nightmare gets a little too close for comfort.

Author’s Notes: Poopie! I will do the little German dance for you, it is fun and gay and I will dance it for you! Fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck. FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!!! BITE ME!!! BITE ME!!! BITE ME!!! BITE ME!!! And all that Jazz! AOOOOOGA!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Will was alone again. Jack was out. Where? He didn’t know. The teen grumbled and threw the covers off the bed. He was sick of staying in this hotel all damn day. Tonight they were going to go out!

He walked over to the small sitting area of the master bedroom and dug through Jack’s bag. He found a pair of green camouflage pants and a black Harley Davidson t-shirt in the Hot Topic clothes Billeh had been so kind to pick out for him. He pulled out a pair of pink socks becahe ahe always secretly liked that color, but never quite had the guts to wear it in abundance. He found a pair of Doc Martins that weren’t too big or too small for him and slipped them on as well.

Smoothing out the slight wrinkles in the shirt he trotted to the bathroom to get a look at himself. When he gazed at his reflection he was surprised to find that he actually /liked/ how he looked in the clothes. They weren’t his usualle, le, but they were at least baggy and comfortable, unlike the other clothes Jack had been making him wear.

Plus, these clothes weren’t revealing or attention drawing. Running his fingers through his hair he couldn’t help but smile as it rested halfway down his neck. It still wasn’t his old length, but it was longer than when it was first cut. Lizzie always told him his hair grew like a weed; for once he was happy about that. His goatee was also much more pronounced than it used to be and he had a rather decent amount of fuzz on his lip.

“I can’t believe I actually grew a mustache. Dad—Governor Swann, will be so mad.” He had to laugh at the thought. The Governor’s fine, upstanding, honor-roll- achieving adopted son looked like a regular old high school dropout delinquent. “Serves him right… asshole.” He smirked arrogantly at the mirror and started scowling and making faces at himself.

“You talking to me? I’m a biker, I have a Harley, and I disappear for fucking hours at a time and leave my only friend alone all fucking day. Do what I say or I’ll kill you. Naaahhhh!” He pulled on his left eyelid and stuck out his tongue.

“What are you doing?”

“EeWillWill squeaked as he spun and jumped, looking at Jack nervously. “When did you get back?”

Jack took another swig from the bottle of rum he was holding and raised an eyebrow in curiosity, looking the boy up and down.

“A few minutes ago. What are you doing?” he asked again, chuckling at Will’s obvious discomfort. The biker was wearing a new pair of leather paints with decorative buckles and zippers all over them, and a blood red shirt. Will shrugged and played with his hands, not making eye contact.

“Um… nothing. So where did you go?” he asked hurriedly, desperate to change the subject. “Nice pants! Are they new?” He rushed past Jack, his face turning red and headed out to the living room. Jack followed at a much slower pace and watched as Will poured himself a soda from the bar. He shrugged and plopped down on the couch.

“Haven’t been feeling too good lately, so I went shopping.” He took another swig and smiled lustfully at his youthful lover, his eyes following Will’s every movement. Will noticed, but chose to ignore it, despite the slight rosy color that adorned his cheeks. He took a sip of his soda and sauntered over to the older man, determined not to get distracted by the way Jack spread his legs invitingly.

Will mewled charmingly as Jack started to unbutton his shirt slowly, exposing his chest inch by inch. It was their game. Whenever Jack came back to the room all he wanted to do was ravage the youth. Normally, Will would be happy to comply, but he had been cooped up in the suite for two weeks.

“Stop right there.” he attempted to say sternly, but his voice cracking didn’t drive the point home like it should have. Jack paused and looked at him curiously.

“Why?”

Will licked his lips and tried to shrug off his nerves. “Because… because you’re trying to seduce me and it’s going to work, but I want to go out tonight!” he sputtered, speaking so quickly he almost made no sense. He bit his lip and looked at the older man pleadingly. “Pretty please?”

“I told you it’s too risky to have you seen in public.” Jack took another swig and avoided making eye contact with the teen. In truth he had been keeping Will under lock and key because of his nightmare. He wasn’t going to take a chance that Norrington or one of his men would find them and end up using Will against him. He couldn’t let another loved one get hurt because of him.

‘Loved one?! What the fuck are you thinking Sparrow?! He’s a hostage, that’s it. This just got waaaaay outta control. He’s good in the sack, easy on the eyes and has a rich daddy… and why was this bad again? Oh, right! Cops after us, life in prison, don’t drop the soap.’

“It’s not too risky! You go out every day and you leave me up here bored as all hell! I’m going stir crazy!”

“My picture isn’t all over the news, I know how to stay out of sight, and I’ve been trying to score some cash, for your information. Besides, I make it up to you when I get back.” Jack protested, sounding miffed that their romps in the sack were unappreciated.

“Yes, what you’ve done is… hehehe… it’s nice,” Will said timidly, blushing at the thought. He shook his head, “But man cannot live on sex alone!”

“There’s liquor here too!” Jack shouted indignantly, pointing to the bar. Will stared at him blankly for a moment, his eye twitching.

“WE’RE GOING OUT AND YOU’RE GOING TO STOP INFURIATING ME!” Will screamed, slamming his hands down on the top of the couch on either side of Jack’s head. (1) He was huffing in rage and staring at Jack wide-eyed. The biker simply stared back, taking another swig from his bottle. Will narrowed his eyes, “Do it or I’ll never sleep with you again,” he hissed harshly. Jack stopped mid-swallow and looked at the teen suspiciously. He saw no sign of bluffing.

“Fine,” he said calmly, “we’ll go to a movie.” Will smiled, sweetly and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“You’re so good to me. I’ll order dinner. You’re getting something healthy. I want to go see The Two Towers again—you’ve never seen it so it’ll be good. Be ready in an hour, I’ll look up the show times.” He walked back to the bedroom, still shouting orders and completely ignoring the older man, too excited at the prospect of going out.

Jack remained on the couch, still sipping his bottle of Captain Morgan spiced rum. He watched his young companion flutter around the suite finally releasing some of his bottled up energy, throwing around clothes and giving Jack instructions.

“Try to wear something normal please. Oh, and don’t make fun of the people at the movie, I don’t want to be embarrassed again.” Will came out to the living room, holding up some clothes intended for Jack and grinning innocently. “I picked this out of your stuff, what do you think? You should take a shower too.” Jack glared at him, swallowing more rum.

“I think if I wanted a wife I’d be straight,” he grumbled, putting his feet up on the coffee table, getting chunks of mud on the nicely polished glass. Will’s face fell and he threw the clothes at Jack violently.

“Just fucking do it, damn it!” he barked before walking angrily back into the bedroom. (2) Jack looked at them and sighed. They weren’t bad—after all they were his clothes. He knew he’d have to kiss some ass to get out of the doghouse again, but fortunately he liked kissing Will’s ass, and licking it, rubbing it, maybe even someday spanking it.

“I’ll be ready soon, honey!” he shouted. His response was a muffled ‘fuck you’.

*~*~*~*~*~*

A trench coat-clad man walked down the long hallway of an underground club, passing junkies and hookers as he went. He paid them no mind. The hall was lit within, a crude red lighting that reflected brightly off the lime green walls, making anyone that wasn’t high nauseous. His heavy boots left muddy tracks along the already filthy floor as he made his way to the door at the far end, a black door. He knocked exactly three times in rapid succession and waited. A buzzer sounded and he turned the silver doorknob, entering the poorly-lit office.

Before him was a large wooden desk, with a high backed leather chair and two bodyguards he knew all too well on either side of the man who was sitting in the chair with a smug grin on his face. The man in the chair smiled and reached out to shake his hand.

“Ah, Mr. Twigg, so nice to see you. Tell me you brought me something good so I don’t have to have you killed,” he said jovially, but Twigg knew it was no joke. He threw the large manila envelope he had been carrying under his arm onto the table and motioned for Norringto hto have a look.

“I’ve found him, and the boy. Looks like they’re closer than you suspected.” Norrington flipped through the photos with mild interest until he came to the one of Jack and Will on the balcony.

“Oh my, rather risqué for public don’t you think? Sparrow’s getting sloppy; he must be in love—the fool. No matter, it works out marvelously for me.” He put the photos back into the envelope with the exception of one, placing the others into his desk drawer. “Well done my friend. You may continue to work for me. Now get your little minions together and bring them to me. I’m very eager to meet both of them—especially little William.” He grinned maliciously and ran a finger down the picture of Will releasing the moth. Twigg nodded and exited the room in a hurry. It was never a good idea to keep his boss waiting.

“Very interesting. I do so love using a loved one against someone. It’s always so fun to watch them squirm and agree to do anything as long as I don’t hurt the other.” He laughed and sighed at the memories, tilting his head off to the side. “Good times, good times. This will definitely be a joyful one for me. Sparrow has never been close to anyone before and all his family’s dead so I’ve been very much denied the pleasure of watching him wriggle like a worm on my hook. I’ll definitely enjoy this one.” He chuckled evilly, looking at the picture and licking his lips in anticipation of the torment he would unleash.

*~*~*~*~*

“I want some Goobers, Twizzlers, and give me some of those nachos with extra cheese.” Jack felt a smack on his shoulder and looked over at the very angry face of William Turner. He had made the boy wear eyeliner and a hat to help conceal him more... and because he found it sexy. “What?”

“That’s all junk food! What was the point of eating a sensible meal if you’re just going to go and pump yourself full of crap now?”

“That was not sensible, that was disgusting. Besides, I ate it, now I get my treat.” He smirked triumphantly and motioned for the food concession cashier to hurry up. “Look, kid, it’s nice that you’ve got this healthyng gng going for you, but I don’t want to change who I am. I feel fine.”

“You’re impossible. Just get me a diet soda.” As he leaned against the counter and scanned the crowd, he noticed a strange man hovering in the corner. His black clothes seemed to almost blend into his dark skin. He was taller than most people, even taller than Jack from what Will could tell, and he kept staring at them from over his newspaper. Will turned around so his back was to the stranger; he was just reading a newspaper, but he still seemed so malevolent.

“Take your damn soda, let’s just get this movie over with.” Jack grumbled and pulled Will along. The youth jerked away and glared at him.

“Don’t treat me like that,” Will snapped. “You’ve been in a nasty mood ever since you came home. What’s up with you?”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

Will huffed in annoyance, but let it go. They moved into the theater and Will dragged him reluctantly to the front. Jack sat down and crossed his jean-clad legs, crossing his arms. He hadn’t worn jeans in a very long time and he felt wretchedlposeposed. They were black, as was his long sleeved shirt, but it just wasn’t the same to him. The only thing that felt like him was his black bandana with the Jolly Roger on it.

“How long is this movie anyway?”

“Shorter than the extended version of the other one you watched with me.” He turned to the older man and noticed his discomfort. He felt a wave ofpathpathy wash over him and he took Jack’s hand in his own and kissed it. “Don’t worry about what they’re going to think of you… I think you look hot!” He smiled sweetly and noticed the small grin the crept over Jack’s face. “Admit it, you /like/ me, and you /love/ spending time with me,” he said cheekily, waggling his eyebrows.

Jack burst out laughing and wrapped an arm around the teen to pull him closer to him. “You’re a bad influence on me, precious.” Will giggled happily, and intertwined their fingers as the lights dimmed and the show began.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Holy shit dude! I mean, goddamn! That was /so/ good! Why the fuck wasn’t the first one that action packed, and when the Elf army showed up… dude… incredible!” Will couldn’t help but smile and laugh at Jack’s excited ramblings. He hadn’t stopped since they left the theater. Jack had been so sucked into the movie that he completely forgot about his remaining snacks, only munching on the nachos. He even cheered when Legolas shot down the Orc ladder - though Will was slightly embarrassed when Jack was the only one cackling at the Uruk-Hai head on a spear. He certainly wasn’t subtle about it.

“I’m glad you liked it so much. So, still think I’m a loser for liking this stuff?” Jack quirked an eyebrow and pursed his lips in thought.

“I don’t know about that… but you can have my Twizzlers for making me come here.” He handed them over to the teen and, with a smug grin, added, “Don’t worry, there’s no fat in them.” Will stuck his tongue out, but took the candy anyway.

“Speaking of junk food, can we stop somewhere and pick up some snacks for the room. I really hate ringing up such a big bill.” He looked up pleadingly and flashed his big chocolate eyes to enhance the effect. “Please? You don’t even have to go into the store, just give me the credit card and I’ll do it.”

‘Don’t you remember? That Peter guy caught me using his credit card and beat the snot out of me. I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it.’

The memory of his nightmare came crashing back to Jack and he flinched. He looked at Will nervously and smiled. “N-No that’s okay, you wait in the alley and I’ll get what you want. Don’t want you being seen and all.” He coughed and rushed Will over to the Black Pearl. “I saw a Texaco on our way here, we can stop there.” They rolled off down the road, not noticing the car that pulled out and started to follow them.

*~*~*~*~*

They reached the store and Jack pulled his chopper into the alley, killing the motor once they stopped. He hopped off and gave Will a quick kiss before he ran around the corner. “I won’t be long,” he called over his shoulder.

“'Kay, get me some rice cakes and Triscuits!” Jack waved his hand in understanding and disappeared around the corner. Will paced up and down the alley lazily, kicking a stray rock as he went. The buildings were set up very oddly on this street. It was set up so that the alleyways shaped an ‘H’ from a Birdseye view. He started to walk towards the opening of the other alley between the two other buildings when he heard footsteps coming toward him from there. Will gasped as the steps got closer and closer. He didn’t know why, but he had a horrible feeling of dread.

“H-Hello?” he called out. He was frozen in his steps as he saw the man that had been following them appear from the alley. This couldn’t have been a coincidence. “J-Jack…” he whispered, his voice stuck in his throat. The man was coming closer and closer and he couldn’t seem to make his feet move.

“William Swann, I presume.” Will flinched at the gruffness of the stranger’s voice. He started to back up, his eyes darting around.

“N-No, my name’s Turner… I-I’m waiting f-for my brother…”

“You’re coming with me, there’s a nice bounty on your head, kid.” Will felt himself shaking and he turned to run, but he was grabbed from behind.

“Jack! Help mmmmph!” Bo’sun’s big hand covered his mouth, as his muscular arm encircled Will's waist and lifted him off the ground. He kicked and struggled, but it wasn’t doing any good. Whoever this guy was, he was /strong/.

There were more footsteps and he saw Jack coming around the corner, just as he was pulled into the alley and out of sight. He continued to scream into the hand covering his mouth, hoping the tiny noise would somehow reach Jack. The hand around his waist loosened and he felt his attacker fumbling for something. He was slammed against the wall and felt the all too familiar feel of cold steel pressed against his temple.

“Keep quiet or I’ll blow your pretty little head off. This won’t take long.” He was pulled back against the older man’s body, but this time the man’s arm aro around his neck, making it difficult to breathe. He gasped and tried to pull free, but he couldn’t.

“Will? Where the fuck are you? I’m not in the mood for fucking games. I bought you those damned rice cakes and corn cracker craps.” Will felt tears prickling his eyes as the mysterious man was pointing the gun at the opening to the ally, just waiting for Jack to come into view.

“Jack… Ja-ack!” Will rasped out, his voice tiny and strained. He couldn’t let this madman kill Jack, even if he was his kidnapper; he was still a good man! He heard Jack’s footsteps getting closer and saw the bik sha shadow come along the ground. His attacker started chuckling darkly. Will looked around frantically for anything to make noise, all he saw was another small rock… but there were trashcans. He struggled to reach it, watching the shadow grow bigger; Jack would be in range soon!

With a final grunt of exertion he managed to kick the rock into the cans causing a loud crash, startling his attacker and Jack, causing Bo’sun to ire.ire.

“What the? WHOA!” Jack barked out as shots rang past his head. He dropped his shopping bag and jumped back behind the wall. Bo’sun growled in anger and threw Will into the trashcans, causing the teen to groan in pain and clutch his side. “Will?”

“Jack? Jack, he’s got a gun, look out!” Bo’sun went over and kicked the teen in his side viciously.

“Shut up!”

“Ahhh!”

“Hey!” Jack burst around the corner, brandishing his own small handgun and firing off rounds. He managed to land one on Bo’sun’s shoulder and just barely graze his knee before the darker man even knew what was going on. By the time Bo’sun got his act together and started firing, Jack was already behind another wall. He jumped as pieces of brick chipped off the wall and the bullets zipped by them in a pop of smoke.

“Give it up, Sparrow! I hold all the cards.”

“You won’t kill him; he’s worth too much money.”

“My orders only require him to be breathing. Let’s see how much pain he can handle.” Will whimpered in fear as Bo’sun strode toward him, limping slightly and a malicious grin on his face. “Ever had a broken rib before, little boy? How about several…”

“Leave me alone!” Will started throwing whatever else he could at the giant man. He made a pathetic attempt to stand, but hissed in pain and clutched at his side, the exertion caused him to nearly double over. Before he could get away, Bo’sun had him by the neck again, slamming him against the wall. Will cried out in pain and pulled against the hand on his throat. Bo’sun laughed and punched Will in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Tears filled the lad’s eyes and he gasped for air, still pathetically pounding on Bo’sun’s arm.

“You fucking prick! Leave him out of this! He’s innocent!” Jack shouted, peeking around the corner to see what was happening. Bo’sun looked at him and pressed his gun under Will’s chin. He grabbed Will by the back of the neck and moved him so that he was using the boy’s body as a shield. Will was holding his stomach, coughing and looking miserable.

“How do you think he’d take a gunshot wound? Where should it be? The leg, arm, or maybe right in the shoulder, like mine,” Bo’sun hissed. He ran his forty-five down the side of Will’s neck. Jack could see how terrified his lover was but he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t come out of hiding or he’d be shot and the bastard would just make off with Will anyway. He turned away from the sight, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to concentrate.

“Ahhh! You little fucker!” Bo’sun’s angry voice roared and echoed off the empty alley walls. Jack heard Will’s frantic footfalls as the teen raced toward him. Bo’sun was hunched over holding his shot knee, obviously in extreme pain. The angered hit-man raised his gun and was aiming for Will, his rage blinding him to reality.

Jack saw everything moving in slow motion. He reacted without thinking, running to Will and knocking him to the ground, using his own body to shield the teen from the blow. He cried out as he felt the bullet graze his back. Will cried out as his already abused body smacked into the hard concrete. Jack didn’t waste anytime. He raised his gun again and fired at their attacker, hitting him right in the hand.

Bo’sun roared in pain as he watched his finger explode, and dropped his gun. He held the shaking, bloody appendage staring in horror. He looked to Sparrow and glared, before finally retreating to the safety of his car. Jack watched him drive off, pistol still aimed, his breathing heavy. When Bo’sun’s car was far enough away he looked down at his young companion. The teen’s eyes were closed and his breathing shallow.

“Will, Will! Wake up.” He patted the side of the youth’s face until he was met with chocolate slits and a moan of pain.

“Jack? Is he gone?” He tried to sit up, but he whimpered in pain. “Awwww! My side… it hurts…” He started panting and squeezed his eyes shut again. “I think I hit my head, too.”

“It’s okay, baby, everything’s going to be okay.” Jack seemed more upset than his injured protégé. “Come on, just get up, we need to get out of here.” He lifted Will up by his armpits and stroked back Will’s unruly curls. He leaned in and kissed him frantically, holding Will close to his body. His nightmare had flashed before his eyes again, and this time it almost came true.

“Stop! It hurts.” Will whined, pushing Jack away. “Can we go home now? Please?” He was trying hard not to cry, he didn’t want Jack to think he was wimp, but he was in a lot of pain.

“Yes, I just want to stop off and get you some painkillers.” Will sniffled and nodded.

“Good idea.” Jack helped him to his feet and they headed for the Pearl. “Why don’t we just get some here?”

“I don’t want to linger around here any longer than we have to. He could come back with reinforcements—best we find a new hotel, too.”

“Right… do me a favor?” Will asked, his voice sounding feeble.

“Sure, anything,” Jack said softly, being much nicer than usual. Will got on the bike gingerly, looking up with pain-filled eyes.

“Go easy on the bumps.” Jack laughed sadly, and ran his knuckles down the side of Will’s face. He leaned in and kissed him more gently this time. When they parted, both were smiling.

“Sure thing.” He looked at Will and stroked his chin in contemplation. “I have to give you credit, precious, when we first met, an event like that would have made you sob like a baby.” Will chuckled with him, but stopped when it started to hurt.

“Glad you noticed, now let’s get some painkillers before I ruin it.” Jack kissed him again before hopping on in front of the teen. They took off, much slower than usual.

Tbc…

(1) “WE’RE GOING OUT AND YOU’RE GOING TO STOP INFURIATING ME!”: Think of Liv Tyler in Empire Records. You know… “I’M BRINGING REX HIS LUNCH!!!” and then she gets all sweet after and walks off. Lol! I adore that movie. You should check it out.
(2) “Just fucking do it damn it!”: It’s a line from the Korn album, their first one before they got all famous. It’s on one of the songs, I don’t remember which one, but it’s them fucking around and one of them screams that in the background and my buddy and I have always found it hilarious. Oh, to be thirteen again.

Started a new yahoo group too. www.groups.yahoo.com/group/trojan_tears It’s a haven for darkion ion revolving around the movie Troy. Rps/fps/het/femslash is all acceptable so please come on down! ^_^

I have no idea when the next chappie will be out because all my papers are due in like the next three weeks so I'm going to be busting my ass and screaming at every living thing around me lol! I'll be feeling better after May 6th, though I'll try to get something out before then... so if there's something you think needs improvement please bring that up after the aformentioned date. I don't think I spelled that right.... o.O

I really do love you guys though!! I swear!!!!