I burn for you

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Stars will fall from dark skies,
As ancient rocks are turning.
Quiet fills the room,
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It had been an insanely long day, and now all Jack wanted was a bed, with the company of his new first mate. It was time to quench the flames that had burnt through his frame for so long. It had been an interesting day. Tense, but interesting. First boarding the boat and finding Will, face flushed with sleep, very much alive. The moment would haunt him for years to come. Jack knew this and didn't mind.
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First had been the curiosity, seeing the tiny ship as the sun came up. His spyglass had read the name and this alone had sent Jack racing for the longboats. How could Captain Jack Sparrow resist the ironic temptation to board, plunder, and perhaps steal the Sparrow? He'd gathered a tiny crew and made the orders clear: only he and Anamaria would board the tiny boat. After all, the sloop was only large enough for a two man crew. Jack was confident in his skills. Creeping aboard was easy, until he saw the swords just inside the hatch to the cabin and hold. They were made with a skill he recognized, and with a deft touch he often dreamed off. With his heart in his mouth and his stomach tied in knots, Jack had opened the cabin door and froze. A thousand dreams could not tell the reality of this. A million words couldn't make the feeling be expressed again. The world had seemed to twist for a moment as if the bottom of a trapdoor had opened under him. Jack's knees had gone weak, and his throat dry. There was no relief like this, love believed dead, denied, destroyed; then returned in a miraculous flush of fire that tingled in Jack's brain. But along with this came the dangerous quick burn of anger.

'They said he was dead!' his brain had cried, and then as Jack flushed and trembled in a fit of rage, 'Why didn't he come sooner?' Jack had taken a cold calculated look at the door and softly closed it. He moved swiftly and softly over to the tiny berth on which his love lay. Jack's dagger was in his hand before he realized it, and as he pressed it gently to Will's throat, a tiny voice whispered, 'for two years I died every day. For two years I turned to speak to you and almost cried when you weren't there. For two years I burned and knew I would never quench the flames. For two years... I mourned you. And you lived!'
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The anger still burnt strong in Jack as they ate, Will and he, dining over romantic candlelight and the finest food the ship's cook could make. As Will told his tale, Jack was torn between lust and anger, and with each inch the sun descended, the two became desperately intertwined. Every movement Will made, every time Jack looked into his eyes, the flames that had been burning for two years rose higher and higher. Finally they exploded.

****Wills pov****

It was incredible to sit and talk with Jack. To be in the same room, on board the same ship and watch the heat grow and grow in Jack's eyes. The food was good, the company better. Will kept his mind carefully on his tale, but as the sun began to set, the fires in Jack's eyes seemed to glow. Will found his mind circling back to one thing. There was a bed in the room. A large bed covered with silk sheets and pillows. No plain cotton for Captain Jack Sparrow. But then again, Will reasoned, they didn't actually need a bed, did they? Then it had happened. Will reached for his goblet of wine and found his wrist encircled by a grasp of steel. The hand was hot and the heat traveled very quickly. It crawled up Will's arm, destroyed his brain, and circled straight to his groin.

"Jack?" Will found himself asking, as he was pulled gently but firmly to his feet. Jack shook his head.

"No more words," the pirate commanded. And Will understood one thing; Jack was hurt and angry. He hadn't known Will was alive. Will blinked and wondered if the heat that traveled over him and burnt with a delectable ecstasy was a good thing right now. He was in the grasp of a pirate king, an angry, sad and very horny pirate king. Jack led him around the table and pushed him backwards, in the general direction of the bed. "No more words." Jack was on him then, one strong hand capturing Will's wrist, the other burying itself in his hair. Jack's lips descended and Will found himself whimpering, a heady mixture of lust, love, and fear parting his lips and making his hips buck. Jack kissed him firmly, nipping at his lips and thrusting his tongue deep inside his mouth. It was heaven and it was hell all at once. Jack pushed him back onto the bed and Will fell, a tangle of arms and legs and lust while Jack stood over him.

" off off the shirt," Jack commanded and Will, trembling, obeyed. Jack's hands were hot as he ran them almost absently over Will's chest and arms. Jack climbed onto the bed over Will and sat, straddling Will's thighs.

"There was a woman on the Isle De Diablo," Jack started, voice soft, cold, and hard all at once. "She had your eyes and hair." He leaned forward and pressed a series of hot kisses to Will's chin and neck. "I saw her in a bar, and burnt." He captured Will's other wrist and smiled, stretching out both arms above Will's head, tying them securely with a silken scarf. His hands trailed lightly down the sensitive skin on the underside of Will's arms. "Her hands weren't yours, though. And it felt like nothing had happened." He kissed the inside of Will's left elbow, then latched onto Will's ear with his mouth. Jack's body pinned Will down, not that Will had any plans of going anywhere, or the willpower to try. "And when I fucked her, and came inside her," Jack whispered, his breath heavy on Will's ear, "I screamed your name."

Jack laughed huskily and trailed one hand lazily down Will's chest, circling his nipple once before ever so slowly moving on to his abdomen. "Then because the thought of you wouldn't let me be," Jack's fingers were teasing just inside the waist of Will's pants as he spoke, making the boy's breath come in heavy gasps, "I fucked her again, bent over the desk." The hand dipped lower and Will arched off the bed. "Held her hair, held your hair. Slipped my fingers in first, teasingly. You were wet and tight. I was so hard." Jacks eyes slipped closed as his fingers circled the head of Will's hard cock. "I couldn't wait. You moaned... oh, you moaned." Jack bit at Will's collarbone. The action made Will moan, and Jack nodded. "Just like that. Just like I knew it would be. But I had to make it last, so I teased with my fingers, bit down your back. Left a mark next to your spine. Had you begging before I slid in." The hand on Will's cock began pumping rhythmically up and down. Head back, spine arched, Will closed his eyes. This was heaven.

Jack's other hand fumbled with the front of Will's pants, and then with the rush of cool air also came the hot wet presence of Jack's tongue. Will saw red flames dancing on the inside of his eyelids. He had never felt more alive. He burnt, and even as Jack's mouth enveloped him, he knew the fire would no que quenched here. Not yet. The night was far from over. Jack's mouth pulled away, and Will felt a deep surge of disappointment, his eyes flew open to meet Jack's loving gaze.

"But she wasn't you. And it wasn't enough. It was never enough. How can you live, feel, love... lust... if the one thing that makes you do all that is dead?" Jack asked. "You can't. You don't. Nothing feels real." The hand returned and Will's eyes slipped shut as a guttural moan escaped his mouth. "Nothing but the flames that won't die. The fire that doesn't fade and the pain that never, ever stops." Jack was gasping for breath, grinding his hips over Will's now, ignoring his own hand. Jack leaned forward and kissed Will, tongue hot and fiery slipping in and out of Will's mouth, mimicking the motion of his hips and hand. "Because you were dead," Jack whispered, breaking away and taking a moment to slip off his own shirt and pants. "You were dead, and I was a ghost among the living." He tugged Will'sts ots off roughly and then cut the scarf loose with a tiny dagger from the bedside table. Will's hands reached for Jack, who slipped away. "No," Jack said gently. "Stand up." Will, legs shaking, stood and was rewarded with a gentle kiss, before Jack spun him around and bent him over the bed.

Jack's fingers came first, wet with hot saliva, gently probing. Will moaned and felt himself twitch. "You feel this," Jack said, running his other hand down Will's back, rubbing and scratching. "You want this, and I need this." Before Will could gasp out that he, too, needed this, Jack was gently pressing inside. Will's eyes bulged out and he bit at his lip. It was hot pleasure and ice cold pain all at once. Jack waited a few seconds and then withdrew. Will moaned at the loss of sensation, then gasped as Jack plunged back inside. Jack's hands were wrapped in Will's hair, pulling his head back. Jack began moving faster and faster as the fire spread, heating Will from the inside out. Will was moaning, lost in the sensation. "Oh, Will," Jack gasped, moving one hand to hold Will tight. "Oh, yes, Will. Just like..." Jack moaned. "Just like that. Yes. Yes, Will." The hands were tight, pulling and pushing all at once. "Yes, Will, love." Jack hissed as Will began to shudder, arching back harder and faster to Jack's pushes. "Yes, yes. Now, Will," Jack ordered, biting at Will's shoulder. "For me. With me. Yes love. Yes..." And then they both were lost, soaring above the heat of the flames together. They came crashing down, Will's legs giving out as they sprawled over the bed, lost in a haze of heat and contentment. Will was the one who pulled them both up onto the bed, Jack's arm still locked around his waist.

"Love you, Jack," Will whispered as the black edge of sleep threatened to claim him.

"Yes, love," Jack replied. "I burn for you, too."
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And your love flows through me.
Though I lie here so still,
I burn for you, I burn for you.
I burn...
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finis