Repression, Obsession & Past Life Regression

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Taxes Part 3 - Repression, Obsession, and Past Life Regression
Part 3 of 8 : Entirely Too D*sney
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That first mind-blowing night of sex in Will's apartment when Turner and Sparrow had first come aware again had seen them making it as far as the couch. With the pirate and his blacksmith truly the dominant personalities, they were lucky they made ast ast the welcome mat.

Jack ripped off his helmet - he'd found that the helmet visor worked better than kohl in keeping the glare out of his eyes, which as usual he couldn't seem to adjust quite properly...and he hadn't even had any rum...which had to be remedied...*later...* - for now, he was utterly sent by Will completely dn byn by his Will's will, as it were. Will, who was tackling zippers with his teeth again...Jack thought he deserved a medal for his iron control in keeping still, that the zippers didn't unzip anything that wasn't meant to be caught between teeth, or steel ones, anyway.

Something less pliant about the lad, too, which lit fires in very interesting places, and as they lost clothing they wrestled for dominance. Not that Jack didn't know that it was his for the taking should he desire, whether by demand or guile, guile being far more fun. The two were down to unzipped pants when he tackled the lad and reached beneath the lad's tackle, pressing in strategic places. The lovely boy went bonelessceptcept, again, for strategic places.

"Aaah...oh, oh GOD Jack..."

"Make up your mind, as I'm about to do positively unholy things..." He followed that with a slow lick from collarbone to jaw, enjoying the lad's shiver.

"Ss...promises...oh!" Jack rolled them across the rug, enjoying the burn. He landed atop his Will, who was facedown and trying not to writhe. Always such fun to break through those reserves...time to be forceful. Will's pants came suddenly down to confine only his ankles, and Jack's coff.off. Some lotion, from behind somewhere, a finger prepared, plunging, crookilighlightly...

"Mmmm....ah, Jack..."

"You've made your choice, then. Well done."

Teeth and tongue applied to the lad's spine, just *so,* as his second finger stroked, tickled, pressed within to be met by a backward thrust or three.

"Oh, damnation, Jack..." And the smile in Turner's voice said he was going along with the theme. Jack thought it was past time to show him how much he approved. He clasped the man to him as he withdrew, and slowly, so slowly positioned, waiting for a groan, a whimper. When the latter came, he bit the scruff of Will's neck and growled as he pressed within.

Jack focused on the beautiful curve of Will's back...as though that would keep things from rushing to a conclusion? No, but then Jack was having a difficult time remembering why he'd thought that a good idea as Will rocked back against him, and apparently forth into the rug. So, a competition? Well, all right, as Jack's hips seemed to be running away with him of a sudden. Wonderful heat and chills and sensations he couldn't name shot through him, building...Everything was oh, so very bright, and he might almost have been back on the sea again...Will gave a long, wordless, shuddering moan and it utterly undid him; Jack felt everything there was to feel in an instant, then quite possibly nothing at all for a little while.

The world faded back in around the lovely man panting, facedown, beneath him. "Sorry about the rug..." Will murmured, yawning, and then, "I think I may be sorry about the rug in a few minutes."

"Well, this day and age has wonderful remedies...I recommend the rum." So saying, Jack disengaged, helping Will up at least as far as his knees and scooping the bottle from its current rest by Byrd's...his...fireplace. He took a long pull, then handed it to Will, who did likewise and passed it back. Then, to Will's wondering stare, he set it aside.

"What? I'll be the first to admit a love of sloth, laziness, and all assorted variations on that deadly sin, but this modern world has wonders that I'd dearly love to experience first-hand. Still, be a love and shower first, mm?"

Will rolled his eyes, and Jack realized he missed even that, although he thought he might be seeing a lot of it in short order. As Turner headed to the bathroom, Jack sank back on his haunches and reached for the rum again.

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By the time a delectably damp Will emerged in light khaki cargo pantd a d a long-sleeved grey shirt emblazoned with a serpentine dragon, Jack had his host's computer up and humming. "Not where I left you," Will observed, leaning in to peer over his shoulder.
PityPity any really profitable tax fraud takes time," Jack said idly.

"So what illegalities *are* you pursuing?"

"Y'know me too well," Jack replied as Will clicked through the screens.

"Monkey Island 5...Jack, is all this software you're downloading..."

"Pirated?" Jack smirked. "Who, me?"

"I know, I know, ask an incredibly stupid question..."

"I'll have you know as well that at least one of these screens is utterly innocuous..."

"I think I've found it..." And Will just stared. Jack understood the impulse. Thb pab page described a particular Caribbean island resort.

"Visit La Isla de Muerta, a Westin resort...see caves in which, legend tells, a pirate band hid cursed treasure..." Will trailed off, dumbfounded, then..."Ah, Jack - then where's the..."

"Well, me will - that is to say, the instructions I left behind me, not yourself - did specify the cursed thing be dumped in the deepest bit of sea anyone could find, so hopefully, that's where. As to the rest of it? That is a question, isn't it?" He let the contemplative mood remain until he was done showering, then appreciated Will's long, warm gazes as he dressed.

First on...Jack's most flattering black jeans. A tight black undershirt came next - logoed Calvin Klein, followed by a white long-sleeved shirt of the same make, left unbuttoned. Attractive, simple...perhaps a bit too simple...he rifled the other Jack's effects, coming up with several thin gold chains and a gold weave belt. Alas, no earrings...he thumbed virgin ears and decided thouldould have to be remedied.

Stepping back, he presented himself with a handhanded flourish, and had the satisfaction of watg Wig Will's gaze go from warm to smoldering. The pirate smith stepped forward, all but pinning his captain against the bedroom wall.

"You like it, then."

"I do."

"We may never leave the house."

"And that's bad?"

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Half an hour later, they left the house, Jack with his usual sway, if not for the usual reasons. On his way out the door, he grabbed a distressed brown leather jacket and swung it around his shoulders. He seated himself on the bike, Will falling in behind him, the lad's arms snaking around under the coat. "I've decided, I like motorcycles," Will murmured in his ear. Jack grinned a crooked grin as he slid on his helmet. As he gunned the motor, he felt Byrd whisper...

//...this is going to be fun...but try not to do anything that'll get meled led or fired...//

//...ahck..ck...// he replied, //...you're forgetting one very important thing...//

//...no, you know, I'm really not...//

//...fair enough...//

Eventually they stopped for gas and Will asked him, "Jack, why are we heading inland? I thought for sure you'd head toward the sea."

"Well, Will, the sea, she'll always be there. We have an understanding. This was the other Jack's suggestion, actually, where we're going now." Sparrow shrugged. "He says it's the happiest place on Earth..."

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When the two neared a certain Anaheim attraction, Will went for his wallet, and Jack laid a hand on his arm. "We won't need to spend a cent."

"Why is that, exactly?"

An easy smile and a flicker of the eyelids guaranteed to make the lad even more nervous...oh this *was* fun...Jack brandished a page from the local newspaper and said, "Trust me." And now Will's eyebrows were raiseveryvery good. "Just con.\on."

The two stopped by Downtown D*sney, where Jack made a purchase that he kept in a large, opaque plastic bag.n thn the park itself appeared, they did not go in the front, but to twi twisting back entrance, Jack having a brief word or two with the guard. In a door they went, to a small lobby, and were met by a man of average height and build. Jack began by presenting his card.

"Jack Byrd, IRS." The man stiffened and Jack grinned. The other man returned the smile hesita.
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"Relax," Jack continued. "I'm moonlighting. This is Human Resources, right?"

"Right..."

Jack then unrolled the paper, pointing to a circled item. "Says here you're moving away from a full costume for Captain Hook, and you're auditioning cast members..." Reaching into his bag, he removed two plastic swords. He tossed one to William, who caught it, only slightly incredulous. "Will? Avast. Oh, wait," Jack said, tossing the sword to his other hand and folding the other arm. "One hand behind me back, of course."

Heads popped up above cubicles to the weird hollow thunking, and stayed up, staring, watching the men dance with unquestionable skill and grace. At certain points, it was nearly erotic. "Footwork..."Jack murmurend tnd the pace quickened. Jaws dropped.

the they paused, barely breathing hard, the office erupted in applause. "That," the man who'd met them said, "was completely insane!"

"I get that a lot."

"You're frigging amazing - I even think that accent you did could work, and you could pull off the look, no problem."

"You don't say."

"There's only one problem, though...I'm not hiring for Hook - that guy's in tomorrow. See, it's even in the ad - Sunday through Thursday."

Slump to the shoulders, instant wounded gaze. Sigh. "Oh. Really?"

"Yeah." The man put a comforting arm around Jack's shoulders. "But look, I'll talk to him. You ought to come baceanteantime, why don't you and your friend have a day at the park, on us. Walk around, see what you think about working here. I'm assuming your job is more 9-5, so you'd be looking at weekends, right?"

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You You really are a genius. And utterly mad."

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"That's one word for it." But Will couldn't hide the bounce in his step from Jack, who was willing to bet Will's other half knew this place well, too. "It's a pity, you know."

"That I didn't get hired on?"

"No...that they won't remember this as the day they *almost* hired *Captain* Jack Sparrow."

"You know, whelp, I'd forgotten how irritating your little impressions could be."

"I think you mispronounced 'accurate,' Captain."

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It was still morning at the park, if nominally, so the two went easily through the fastest rides, multiple times - and the teacups. Jack did love the teacups. But by and by the pirate began to notice something, and it gnawed at him. Will was having so much fun that he held his tongue as long as possible, but eventually....

"Ah, Will...this is great fun and I can see why me other half is so fond of it, but we have to leave."

y!?\y!?" Oh those eyes - as mournful as his best, and quite possibly as artificial - that was the hell of it with Will; he projected earnestness, whether he was in earnest or not.

"Well, y'see..." He sighed. "There's no alcohol. *Anywhere.*"

"That just isn't so." Jack's eyes widened hopefully. "Jack, I can't believe that you knew enough to sneak us in via the back lot, but you didn't know about the secret club in New Orleans Square."

"Interesting. Continue..."

"It's called Club 33...." Will searched his present self's drowsing mind. "It's next to the Haunted Mansion. You have to know it's there, and you have to have a meshipship, but they do have a bar." He smiled. "And Royal Inc. has a membership. Thanks to Liz, I'm on the list."

"Oh, bless ye."

They came to the small, almost hidden door along the alleyway and were buzzed in, Will flashing his I.D. Jack took the stairs two at a time.

"Rum and coke, please."

The waiter looked at him. "I hear you. Kids driving you nuts?"

Jack slid a grin Will's way. "Oh, you have no idea."

Will rolled his eyes. "Enjoy yourself. I'm off to Splash Mountain, back in an hour."

Sipping his rum and coke, a taste of present-day Jack's he found himself thoroughly approving even if it did dilute the rum, Jack meandered to the window, looking out on an art gallery and a rose garden.

"I'm surprised there's not a ride there too."

"There was going to be, I think," the waiter put in. "I guess they just never thought of anything that fit."

"Well, it's obvious, isn't it?" Jack drew his plastic sword. "It's New Orleans Square! There ought to be pirates!"

"Um, yeah. Obvious." The waiter paused. "Y'know, the Captain Hook auditions are tomorrow."

"So I've been told."

Even here, Jack was only able to get two drinks, and when the rum was gone, so was he. Still, of all the places to await Will's return, New Orleans Square was likely the best. At least, it had the most expensive merchandise. Drawing on modern Jack's near-supernatural ability to find video and audio pickups, the good but very bad captain lightened the shops of select bright and shiny objects.

The twenty-four karat Captain Hook charm he kept for himself. The Tinkerbell, he rather thought he'd give to Elizabeth. The Peter Pan, of course, would go to Will, which was so wrong on so many levels that Jack couldn't stop smiling.

Still, no rum was no rum, and as soon as Will returned, they were out the gate.

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"Where to now?" Will asked, leaning against him.

"Well, I thought we'd head somewhere that I can get a drink or three, and get something done that me better half's been neglecting."

"So that means..."

"Off to the mall, and ye'll know better when we get there."

"I'm afraid I know better now, but I'm still going."

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