In the Arms of Morpheus (Book 1) - The Depp Files

In the Arms of Morpheus - by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean -Slash: Johnny/Jack. NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse and the Man. Story, mine, but I make no money. They do, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts, # is used for speech in French.

Summary: Johnny's back in Jack's time again. But this time Will is NOT in jail. FPS/RPS, a surprise, Lemon, Slash.

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Part 4 – Gasp!

Although he felt guilty about dropping them off at the Observatory, Johnny knew that meeting with Jerry was important. Jerry had told him that the Execs were worried about what kind of antics he was going to pull during POTC2&3, and he had to go down to WED to explain it.

The meeting had gone well, but Johnny was still pissed that he’d had to deal with those morons again. After all, he’d made them over three hundred million dollars, plus all the other shit having to do with the movie. They should trust him the way Jerry and Gore did! Hell, he may not have won, but didn’t an Oscar nomination mean anything to those idiots?

He raced the black Porsche past the Greek Theatre; he wanted to be with his family today. He flew around the corner leading to the tunnel; he could just picture Lily Rose’s face when she saw what the plaetarium’s projector could create. He sped through the tunnel, getting ready to slow for the turn at the other end.

As he emerged from the tunnel, the back of his mind registered that there was something desperately wrong. He tried to hit the brake, but it was too late. The Porsche raced off the edge of the Pearl in a magnificent, if not graceful, dive into the sea, all the while its single occupant screaming “SHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTT!”

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“Man overboard!” Gibbs yelled as he heard the splash. He ran to the railing and gaped as he saw the Porsche starting to sink.

Jack barely noticed the splash. He’d just watched a good ten feet of railing get destroyed from his good Lady’s quarterdeck! “Damn him and damn his stupid car! Haul him in and put him in me cabin!”

Johnny managed to get the car door open and get out of the sinking vehicle before it submerged completely. He swam toward the Pearl, catching hold of the rope someone had tossed him. He tried to climb it, but his hands were too wet and slippery to keep any traction on it. He settled on tying it around his chest and hanging on as the pirates hauled him aboard.

As he reached the level of the deck, a hand reached down and helped him to his feet. As he turned to thank his rescuer, he recognized him as Giles’ character, Mr. Gibbs, who he had spoken to the last time he’d been stuck here. “Thank you, Mr. Gibbs.” He turned to the railing to watch the back fender of his beautiful Porsche sink slowly to its wet grave. “Shit,” was all he could think to say.

He looked at Gibbs. Gibbs was standing a bit straighter, almost saluting. “Welcome back, Mr. Depp!”

“Thanks.” He turned to look at Jack at the helm and shouted at him. “I’d better not be here for your jollies, Jack!”

Jack grinned and motioned Gibbs to take Johnny away to his cabin. “You’re not, love!”

Gibbs led Johnny into the Captain’s cabin and offered him a towel so that he could dry himself, then left him alone.

Johnny looked around the familiar room. It was pretty much as it had been before. Not wanting to give Jack any ideas /as if he didn’t have those already!/, Johnny dried himself as best he could and sat in the chair at the desk, waiting impatiently. He started looking through the desk for something to keep him occupied. He found a book, so he opened it and started reading:

“September 9, 1721. Merchant ship King’s Harvest looted. Linder killed. 18 crates ivory, 31 casks excellent rum, 38 casks good wine, 27 bolts silk. Est. £700,000.” Johnny whistled.

Just then, the door opened, and a man walked in who looked like Orlando. “So you’re Johnny. Jack has told me about you. What was that odd-looking black carriage with the voice of a monster?”

“That WAS my Porsche.” He saw confusion in Will’s eyes. “My car. The way I get around where I come from.”

“Oh. Jack tells me that you helped him rescue me from Port Royal. Thank you. A man likes his neck to stay the same length once he’s grown.”

“Don’t mention it. PLEASE don’t mention it. I still have nightmares about that little escapade.”

“I’m sorry. Jack’s not always the most forthcoming man when it comes to information.”

“I know. I know a lot more about Jack Sparrow than just about anybody.”

“Then you know what he’s thinking?”

“No, merely his personality. Although, he’s probably pissed about the car wrecking the railing. I do know how much he loves this ship.”

“Yes, he does. But although he IS quite angry, I do not believe he has wet himself. That’s not something I’ve ever witnessed, in fact.”

“Figure of speech. We use a lot of them where I come from. In fact, I’d say that most things said where I come from should not be taken literally.”

“An odd place. I prefer to say what I mean and mean what I say. Perhaps I’m simple in your mind, but it suits my purpose.”

“So what are you doing in the Captain’s cabin? Just curious about me? Or did Jack send you or what?”

“Jack did NOT send me. I was curious, yes. And you DO look a great deal like him. Are you like him in other ways too?”

Johnny looked at Will. “What other ways?”

“In the bed chamber?”

“No. I’m not gay.”

“You sure could have fooled me last time, love.” Jack was leaning against the doorway. He walked in, letting the door close behind him. “So, Johnny, did ye enjoy yerself at our last little get-together?”

Johnny glared at him. “It was better than the one before it.”

“Good. You’re starting to loosen up, then.” He glanced at Will, who grinned back at him. “I think I’ll leave you two alone for a bit.” He left.

Johnny looked at Will. He really DID look like Orlando in costume, though Will’s hair was a bit longer, curls flying free under a blue scarf tied around his head. The ex-blacksmith definitely looked the part of a pirate now. He wore a white, billowing shirt that had a VERY low neckline that showed his now-tanned chest, black breeches tucked neatly into black boots, a baldric with a brace of four pistols, and a blue sash around his slim waist. Finally, at his hip was a magnificent-looking cutlass, obviously a “Will Turner Original.”

Watching Johnny, Will removed his weapons one at a time and laid them carefully on the desk. Following the four pistols and the sword, were four slim, elegant daggers removed with such grace that made Johnny KNOW that this Will Turner could NEVER be mistaken for Orlando. Johnny laughed.

Will looked at him curiously. “Am I doing something that amuses you that much?”

“No, not really,” Johnny chuckled. “It’s just that you look a lot like a friend of mine, except that you move more like a cat, and he tends to stomp like a bull elephant. He should have been named “oops” at birth for his clumsiness.”

Will smiled. “You enjoy my movements?”

Johnny realized what he said and looked alarmed. “No, no…that’s not what I meant. I mean…yes, you’re graceful, but…”

Will grinned. “Jack said you were shy. I like that. It reminds me of when Jack first took me.” His face took on a dreamy look. “Yes, this WILL be enjoyable.”

“Now wait a minute! Jack and I made a deal! No—“

Will cut him off. “’No sex with Johnny.’ Yes, he told me. But Johnny, surely you realize that a deal made between two men is not enforceable on any but the two men involved?”

Johnny blanched. “Will, I’m REALLY not gay. I don’t go to bed with men.” Will looked at him, arms folded, smirking. Johnny smiled slightly. “Now, if you were a woman, maybe…but you see, I already have a girl. Two girls, really. My wife and my daughter, plus I have a two-year-old son as well. So anything you’re thinking of is quite impossible, ok?”

“I don’t see why it would be impossible, Johnny. Although I don’t understand how, Jack informed me that you are visiting from the future, and after seeing your carriage and clothes, I am inclined to agree. So you must realize, Johnny-from-the-future, that your son and your ‘girls’ have not been born yet. And since neither you nor I know how to get you back there, may I suggest that you make yourself comfortable here, before you find yourself at Jack’s mercy? And I assure you, he shows NO mercy where my happiness is concerned.” He took his shirt off and walked over to Johnny. He tipped Johnny’s chin up to look into his eyes. “You are a beautiful man. Have no men told you this?”

Will Turner displayed the same innocent honesty that Orlando put into the part. Johnny decided to be honest with him. “Yes, Will. I’ve been told that for my entire career, just as I’m sure you’ve been told the same thing you’re whole life. But you of all people should understand what a curse it can be. Nobody takes you seriously even AFTER you prove yourself.”

“I do understand, Johnny. It took me six months to be accepted as anything but a cabin boy, even though I’d pulled my own weight from the first day. But I must be honest, Johnny. You and Jack do LOOK alike, but you have many qualities that Jack could never imitate.”

“Huh?”

Will wrinkled his nose. “Let’s face it. I could put both of you in separate corners of a dark room with no noise to guide me and I could tell you apart by smell alone.”

“Rum?”

Will pinched his nose. “Pirate.”

“Oh.”

“And you are of a much gentler nature. If Jack had been the one to arrive here and be imprisoned as you are, I might actually be dead instead of being lost in the black pools of your eyes.” Will leaned in and brushed his lips against Johnny’s.

Johnny didn’t fight it for once. Will was right in more ways than one. Either Van and the kids hadn’t been born yet, or this was only a dream anyway, so what happened here didn’t reflect on his life. He did wonder what a shrink would say about him though. /I can just see it. Probably write a best seller: The Sick Love of Johnny Depp…/ He mentally shrugged. He reached around Will’s head, smiling, and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. “You do understand.” He pulled Will in and gently kissed him on the lips, his eyes closing.

He felt Will passionately kissing back, his tongue seeking entrance into Johnny’s mouth. Johnny relaxed, his lips opening to allow Will’s tongue to explore. Will pulled his body close, stopping the kiss just long enough to pull Johnny’s wet tee shirt off. Neither man said another word, but Will responded to their unsaid agreement. He kissed Johnny deeply, finding his tongue and exploring his taste. Johnny fumbled with the fastenings of Will’s breeches while Will kicked his boots off one at a time. As Johnny finally got Will’s breeches untied, Will started on Johnny’s blue jeans, and suddenly froze, backing up slightly to stare at Johnny’s waist.

Johnny noticed what he was looking at. “Oh. Zipper.” Johnny demonstrated.

Will was fascinated and took the latch in his hand and zipped it slowly up and down once, watching the way the teeth intertwined with each other. “Amazing! I think I can make one of these.”

“No, don’t bother. They can get VERY painful if you catch yourself in them.”

Will winced. “I can imagine.” He let his breeches fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

Johnny pulled off his hiking boots. “Now, where were we?”

Will drew him close and helped him out of his jeans and underwear. “I believe we were right…about…” He leaned in close and took Johnny’s earlobe between his teeth. “…here.” He lifted a surprised Johnny into his arms like a babe and carried him to the bed, laying the older man down on his back in the middle of it. Will crawled onto the bed next to him, leaned over him and began gently worshipping his body from the neck down.

Johnny sighed. The feeling was oh so good. Will’s gentleness was such a wonderful change from the untamed energy that was Jack Sparrow. He remained relaxed as he watched Will give him feathery kisses along his side. He couldn’t help but noticed how aroused he felt. His manhood lay full upon his thigh. He moaned as Will brushed against it, apparently by accident.

Will began to lick along Johnny’s inner thigh, watching Johnny’s reaction. Johnny twisted around, bending over so that he could easily reach Will’s manhood and started massaging it, moving his head closer to breathe hot air onto the crown. A small moan escaped Will as he moved his head slightly, tenderly cupping the actor’s sac as he ran his tongue up the vein of Johnny’s engorged member, and then gently took it in his mouth. Johnny touched his tongue to the head of Will’s length, and as he felt the boy’s moan through his own organ, he took the now stiffened member into his mouth, tasting him. The two men worshipped the manhood of the other, each trying to give the greater amount of pleasure.

Will gasped softly as Johnny slipped the tip of a finger inside him. The boy raised his head off of Johnny’s manhood for only a moment. “There is oil in the drawer above your head.”

Johnny grinned, then straightened for a moment to get the small bottle of rose oil. After coating his fingers to slick them up, he slipped the digit back into Will’s inviting entrance. He felt Will suckling gently on his length, his tongue licking delicately along the vein, keeping Johnny at a deliciously aroused level, but not allowing it to escalate at all, and driving him mad.

Johnny noticed a slight intrusion to his own backside, but the way that Will was caressing him made the invasion heighten his pleasure without the pain that he’d associated with Jack’s plundering tactics. He bore down on the intruder, hoping to capture more, but Will kept his position firmly. He wanted to give Will exactly what he was getting from him, but Will’s mouth was sliding down the side of his member, his tongue flickiing along the cleft, inciting a gasp and a moan from Johnny.

Will’s eyes twinkled, and he smiled as he explored all around Johnny’s rosebud entrance while his finger eased its way, all the way, in to find JUST…the right…

“Aaagh! My god Will! What…Jeez!”

Will chuckled and moved his finger tenderly along the tangle of nerves again.

Johnny’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as Will’s mouth engulfed his manhood again at the same time as he teased Johnny’s sweet spot. Johnny couldn’t concentrate on what he was trying to do to Will. All that his mind registered was the gentle, caressing intrusion that was sending electric pleasure through his body. Will kept massaging while he sent a second finger into Johnny. Johnny was way too busy trying to breathe to notice. He engulfed Johnny’s member, swallowing it completely. As he sent his third finger in, Johnny moaned loudly, cumming. Will drank it all, noticing that Johnny’s fluid tasted even better than Jack’s.

Will turned around, keeping Johnny’s manhood in his mouth. Johnny was busy breathing heavily while the aftermath shuddered through him; Will positioned himself, still suckling on the head of Johnny’s organ. He moved his member into Johnny slowly, making sure the actor felt no pain. Johnny noticed some pressure going inside him, but no pain, and the lips around the crown of his velvet shaft felt wonderful. In fact, his manhood was starting to swell again. He rolled his hips to try to send more into Will’s mouth, but Will smiled and kept his mouth at the same level no matter what Johnny did. He pushed slowly inside, and when he was completely hilted, he started to move in and out, making sure to drag across Johnny’s sweet spot, giving him nothing but explosive pleasure. Johnny closed his eyes, enjoying every lasting moment of it.

Will started licking the very tip of Johnny’s manhood as he suckled, teasing the hole and enjoying the precum that was dribbling slowly out of it. He would wait until Johnny was close to climax and then stop what he was doing, leaving his member embedded in the actor, his head raising above Johnny’s organ, waiting till he calmed down a bit. He wanted this to last a LONG time.

Johnny felt a sudden weight on his chest. He opened his eyes, staring up at Jack’s full hard member bobbing in front of his lips. His pleasure already intense, he grasped Jack’s manhood in his hand and took it in his mouth, sucking hard, pulling as much into his mouth as he could. Jack gasped, both in pleasure and surprise. Before he could say anything, Will put a hand to Jack’s mouth, and then wagged a finger in front of his face. No talking. Jack understood the terms, but he didn’t have to like it. But he DID have to like what Johnny was doing to his member! He reached down and fondled Johnny’s hair just behind his ears, tracing them gently with his fingers, making Johnny moan on his length.

Johnny couldn’t believe the feeling! He’d always been sensitive around his ears, and Jack’s long, delicate fingers were proving just HOW sensitive the area really was! The pressure in his rear added so much to his sensitivity, and Will’s mouth on his manhood was driving him crazy. Together it was all just too much. Johnny started bucking his hips spasmodically, taking Jack’s length deep into his mouth, sucking wildly. When his own length began twitching uncontrollably, Johnny started to scream, cumming hard into Will’s mouth. Will swallowed as fast as he could, but some escaped down Johnny’s member, to pool at its base.

Jack couldn’t believe the pressure on his manhood! He’d find a way to keep the actor come hell or high water. Maybe Will could talk him into it. Jack had a feeling that Johnny wouldn’t want to be killed again in order to go home, and he didn’t know how to get him home any other way…Well, then, Johnny would have to stay. Jack smiled, for a moment, then grunted as he felt his pleasure peaking, the burning fluid pouring into Johnny’s mouth.

Johnny let Jack’s seed pour out of his mouth and over his chin. He didn’t think he could bear swallowing it. After all, he didn’t like the taste of himself when he licked out Van…he couldn’t imagine liking the taste of another man. He felt Will’s manhood start to pulse in his back entrance as will moaned and spilled deep inside him.

Jack looked down and saw his seed all over Johnny’s chin and smiled. He pulled out of Johnny’s mouth and moved next to him, leaning over him to lick it off, kissing him as he went. As he got to Johnny’s mouth, he kissed him deeply, licking his juices out, cleaning out the actor’s mouth as best he could. /Some men can’t handle man-juice. Luckily, I like it enough for the two of us!/ He licked down Johnny’s neck, cleaning as he went. He noticed Will pull out of Johnny and clean the base of the actor’s manhood, which was now at half-mast.

Once the cum was basically out of his mouth, Johnny moved his tongue around, getting a hint of what Jack tasted like. /Hmm…it’s a lot different from mine. Maybe next time I’ll try it./

Will moved up Johnny’s body and reached around his waist to hug him close. “You are SO captivating. I believe I shall keep you. Jack, may I keep Johnny?”

“Of course, love. I knew ye’d fall for him when I first met him.”

“Ummm…gentlemen, don’t you think I should have something to say on this matter?”

They both looked at him. “Why?”

“Well, it is my body you’re discussing. I believe I should have a say as to what happens to it. And as a matter of fact, I need to get back home. I promised my little girl I’d spend the day with her, and it’s already half gone.”

Jack grinned. “No time has passed there, love. It’s in the future, so ye only have to go to the right moment when ye go back.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Don’t know, love. But I’m sure everything will work out somehow. In the meantime, just relax. You’re among friends.”

“You mean, pirates.”

Will grinned. “Actually, he means lovers.” He looked at Jack. “So how long is he here for?”

“I don’t rightly know, whelp. I’m sure he doesn’t wish to go back the same way as last time.”

Johnny rubbed his neck. “I’d rather not. Jack, is this a dream or not?”

“Ye sure didn’t sound like ye were asleep when ye were flyin’ into the sea. I distinctly remember ye yellin’ that ye had to go to the head.” Jack grinned.

“Fuckmook.”

“I’ll have to go lookin’ for another way for ye to go back, as I’m not sure of what it may be, though I’m sure there is one.” Jack got up and dressed. “Will, love. It’s you’re turn at the helm. I’m off to dinner. Johnny, there’s clothes wot’ll fit you in those drawers, and then you can join me in the crew’s mess.” Jack left.

Will helped Johnny pick out some clothes, then dressed himself and left. Johnny dressed and left to search for the crew’s mess.

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Two days later, they landed in Tortuga. Johnny, Jack, and Will found themselves at the Bucket O’ Blood tavern drinking rum. Jack was drinking more than the other two combined, and telling outlandish stories to anyone who would listen. After a few hours of this, Johnny and Will had started slowly nursing grog while Jack just kept going on the rum, getting drunker and drunker. Will whispered something to Johnny, who chuckled and nodded.

When Jack finally tried to get up, Johnny and Will caught him and fairly carried him upstairs to the room they’d rented. Will ran out for a bit while Johnny kept watch over a snoring Jack. Only a little while later, Will returned with some scissors and a comb. Together, they sat Jack into one of the two chairs in the room; Johnny sat in the other, mimicking Jack’s position. Will got to work.

About an hour later, Will stopped. “I think it’s right.”

Johnny scooted over so that his face was next to Jack’s and looked in the mirror. “Perfect.”

Jack looked just like Johnny. Gone were the dreadlocks. Gone was the beard. He actually looked presentable in proper society. Will laughed. “He’s going to kill us.”

“Yeah, but you’re going to love it.”

Will nodded. “I’d better get to shopping. He’ll be asleep for a few hours. I know just the place, too.” He left, laughing.

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Jack awoke feeling wonderful. He could feel two perfect bodies draped over him. He wondered how he got to bed, but decided that details weren’t worth dealing with. He was happy. He noticed that the shirt he was wearing was decidedly not his, and looked dreamily at his two lovers. Will was wearing the same clothes that he’d worn last night. Johnny, on the other hand, was in an identical shirt to the one Jack was wearing. He looked down at the rest of Johnny’s clothes. Black shirt, black breeches, with a red sash at the waist. He tried to sit up, but the two men cuddling him woke and pushed him back down. Will grinned. “Jack, we have a little surprise for you.”

Johnny smiled. “And a present for Will.”

Jack waited, one eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

Johnny pointed at Jack. “Close your eyes.” Jack complied, and Johnny helped him out of bed and over to the mirror. “Ok, open them.”

Jack opened his eyes and saw that he and Johnny were positively identical, down to the—“YOU CUT MY HAIR!!! Where are me trinkets?! Ye miserable, contemptible—“

“Jack? I like it,” Will said softly.

Jack looked at him. “Ye do?”

“Uh huh. You look wonderful. All you need now is a bath, and you’ll be perfect.” Will smiled. Johnny blushed.

Jack fairly melted. “All right, lad. Order me up a bath and I’ll wash all this atmosphere off.”

Johnny laughed. “Atmosphere is right. Jack, you smell worse than a Los Angeles garbage dump.”

Will laughed. “I’ll have the bath drawn and go back to the Pearl to make sure the supplies have been put up. He left to talk to the innkeeper.

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Two hours later, Johnny and Jack left the tavern arm in arm, getting looks from everyone in the tavern and in the streets. Jack decided to take Johnny to a good clothes store. They looked alike and they were dressed alike. Why not buy a complete matching wardrobe? They walked through the back alleys of Tortuga, Johnny only a step behind Jack all the way.

As they rounded a corner, Jack skidded to a stop, Johnny fairly crashing into him. There were twelve men in a horseshoe waiting in the alley. As Jack and Johnny tried to backpedal out of the alley, the men circled them. “Look what we have here, men. A matched set of gentlemen!” They moved in with nets and ropes. It was obvious that they didn’t want to damage them.

Jack whipped his sword out and whispered to Johnny, “slavers. They never used to come to Tortuga. Get away any way you can, love, and tell William. I’ll try to hold them.”

Johnny turned around and tried to run. He figured Jack would be all right since they didn’t want to kill them. He managed to get past the two men behind him and ran as fast as he could, but about half a block later, he went down as bolas wrapped themselves around his legs. Strong hands overpowered him and he found himself trussed up, bagged, and heaved onto one of the burly men’s backs.

A few minutes later, he heard the dock, then a doorway and stairs heading down. He heard the sound of a metal latch. The bag was removed, as were the ropes, and a metal collar was locked around his neck and a chain attached from the collar to the floor in a cell. “You’re a fine catch, boy. Now don’t do anything to devalue yourself and you’ll stay alive. You and your brother will bring a high price on the block.” The man speaking closed the cell door and left. Johnny sat down and waited.

He didn’t have to wait long. Three men brought down a struggling bag that sounded a lot like a VERY angry Jack. They removed the bag, and Johnny saw that Jack’s forehead was bleeding. They put the collar on him and attached it. “You untie him.” They closed the cell door and left.

Johnny untied Jack as quickly as he could, Jack swearing all the while. Once untied, the pirate stood and started pacing like a tiger in a cage. Johnny had to duck to keep the chains from tangling. “Jack, what are we going to do?”

Jack moved close to Johnny and examined the lock on his collar and on the floor. “Nothing, love. My picks were in my hair before it was cut. I had many useful trinkets, and now I have none. So all we can do is wait. Eventually Will will figure out that something is amiss and follow us. As long as we play along with the slavers we’ll get out of this alive. Luckily, if I’m not mistaken, they think we’re twins, and much younger than we are. I distinctly heard them call me ‘lad.’”

“Yeah. They called me ‘boy.’”

“That’s something in our favor, then. If they think we’re good-looking twin whelps, they won’t be beating us for the hell of it. Now, just play innocent for them. You CAN, act, I hope?”

“That’s a ‘duh,’ Jack. I’ve been acting for over 20 years professionally.”

“Good. You’re going to need all yer talent then. Be sure you talk like me though. It’s hard to be twins when we speak differently.”

“No problem.”

A little while later, a well-dressed man with a whip at his belt came down with two large half-dressed men. He looked them up and down through the bars. “Very good. Identical twins. I’ve never seen better looking ones, either.” He looked at them directly. “Have either of you any markings?”

Johnny and Jack both nodded.

“Strip then. I wish to see my property.”

Jack started to strip. He nudged Johnny, who started also. The man with the whip had one of the other men open the door, and he walked in, looking Johnny up and down. “How many of these tattoos do you have?”

“Twelve.”

The man slapped him. “Twelve, MASTER.”

“Twelve, master.” He showed them to the man. “And these, master.” He showed him some small scars on one upper arm, about an inch long and parallel to each other.

The man looked pleased. “You learn quickly.”

“I don’t like pain, master.”

“Good. Then you shall not have any as long as you remain a docile slave.” He turned to Jack. “And you. You seem to have gotten into a lot of trouble in your young life. Show me your marks.”

Jack showed him all of his scars and tattoos, along with the “P” on his forearm.

“Ah, a pirate. Ran off without your brother as a lad?”

“Yes, master. I learned my lesson and went home, master.”

“Good. Another fast learner.” He compared their sparrow tattoos. “Mirrors. Are you then, mirror twins?”

Johnny answered. “No, master.”

“And what shall I call you? I prefer my slaves to have names on the block.” He started walking around the two of them. “What are your birth names?”

Jack answered. “My birth name is Jack, master. My brother’s is Johnny. But whatever you wish is fine, master.”

“Of course it is. I believe I shall call you Castor, and your brother shall be Pollux. Your builds are slight, but your visages are godlike, so it suits you. Now, kneel before your master.” Both of them complied. “Tell me the truth. Have either of you lain with a woman?”

Jack was quick on the uptake. “No, master. Nor with men, other than each other.”

“You lay with each other?”

Johnny caught on, though he didn’t seem to like it. “Yes, master.”

The slaver thought for a moment. “Show me.”

Ashen faced, Johnny looked at Jack. Jack shrugged. “Yes, master.” He turned to Johnny and hugged him close. He started nuzzling his ear. “Play along or we’ll face a lot worse. Just remember William will find us eventually, and we don’t want to be missing anything when he does, savvy?”

Johnny put his arms around Jack, trailing his fingers along his back down to his ass. “Savvy.”

Jack lay Johnny on the floor of the cell and started worshipping his body, starting at the neck. He nibbled along Johnny’s neck, one hand tracing along the actor’s chest, dallying at his nipple, the other hand started to play with Johnny’s ear, which he knew Johnny couldn’t resist. Sure enough, Johnny’s manhood started to fill out. He moved his mouth down to Johnny’s other nipple and started suckling. Johnny moaned, and reached for Jack’s member, running his fingers up and down the fast-hardening organ. Jack shifted, bringing his hips to Johnny’s head level. He bent his left leg, giving easy access to his manhood and bent over Johnny’s hardening member, taking it in his mouth. Johnny did the same, and they both started suckling each other, playing with each other’s sacs and dallying around each other’s entrances.

The slaver watched, getting excited. This was far more than he’d expected. Two identical pagan gods making identical passionate love to each other. He couldn’t help it; he pulled his own member out and started stroking it, watching the scene before him with infinite pleasure. /If they can do this on the block, I’ll be a VERY rich man!/ His organ trembled, and he came on the floor, making sure not to hit either of the Greek gods before him. “Stop.”

Johnny and Jack both straightened in their sitting positions, waiting. Their arousals were enough that they wished for completion, but not so much that they’d beg for it. “Yes, master,” they both said.

“Do you also sodomize each other?”

Jack quickly answered. “No, master. Neither of us have been taken from behind.”

“Good. You will perform on each other when you are on the block. Do you understand?”

Johnny blushed. Jack definitely understood. He knew what kind of price they’d bring. “Yes, master.”

The slaver looked them over one more time. “One last thing. I’m leaving the branding to whomever buys you. However, you are both too proud. You must never look your master in the eye. Do you understand?”

Both of them looked down. “Yes, master.”

The slaver walked out of the cell and signaled. One of the men with him walked in, gathered their clothes, and stepped out of the cell, locking it. “When we land, you shall be bathed and clothed. In the meantime, I will keep your clothes clean. Since I want the highest price possible for you, you shall be treated well. Consider yourselves lucky that you are identical and comely. I would usually start training at this point, but I need you in top condition.” The men left.

Johnny was still blushing. “Jack, public sex is not my idea of ‘acting.’ I have problems with love scenes in the movies I film, and nothing’s really going on in those.”

Jack grinned. “Not to worry, my dear brother. I shall make sure that you perform admirably. You merely need to try imagine that it is merely Will watching us.”

“What kind of men WERE those, anyway? Their leader couldn’t take his eyes off us, but they just ignored it as if we were taking a piss.”

Jack looked at him seriously. “Those were eunuchs. They’ve been snipped. And if we don’t watch it, we could become eunuch bookends for the blighter. So just keep doin’ whatever he wants so we don’t get snipped, eh?”

Johnny looked horrified. “You’re serious. They have no…”

“None. Cut off and tortured to make them obedient. Now think on that whenever ye get the idea to misbehave, all right?”

Johnny moved to a corner and sulked. His manhood was definitely wilted at this point.

* - * - *

For the next two weeks, the two men were fed properly, and even given some grog to drink with their meals. The slaver visited them daily, demanding to see them “perform” and pleasuring himself while he watched. Not once did he let them finish, however. As soon as he came, he’d stop them just like the first time. Johnny would go to his corner and sulk, and Jack would have to calm himself. He was not going to wank off in front of Johnny. Jack had gotten tired of this after the first week. On the eighth day, right after the slaver left, he moved over to Johnny and quickly engulfed his manhood in his mouth. Johnny moaned, but tried to push him off. Jack pushed him back. “I’m not going to go unfinished anymore, and neither should you. Now lean back and enjoy it or I’ll do it by force!”

Johnny relaxed, and Jack went back to sucking Johnny’s member. Johnny curled around and took Jack in his mouth, realizing that there was no use in leaving Jack horny. Johnny felt Jack feeling his rear entrance, and he mumbled “no” around Jack’s organ, though he moved a hand to Jack’s opening and pushed a single finger in, looking for Jack’s sweet spot. When he found it, he knew it by Jack’s reaction.

Jack started bucking into Johnny’s mouth, and in only a few more strokes moaned loudly and started cumming in Johnny’s mouth. Johnny swallowed the first spurt, and decided that it tasted better than his own. /Maybe it’s the rum./ He took it all, not letting any escape his mouth. Jack finished cumming and paid far better attention to Johnny’s need. He cupped Johnny’s sac in his hands and started tickling it, continuing his movement on his manhood with his mouth. His tongue teased around the head of Johnny’s organ, and he moved one hand down to tickle his entrance, though he didn’t push in. Johnny moaned softly, and leaned back, enjoying the feeling. After a few minutes of this, Johnny’s member twitched, his sac tightened, and he spilled into Jack’s throat. Jack swallowed, enhancing the feeling Johnny was getting, bringing him to greater heights, cumming harder and longer. Only once he was completely spent did Jack pull off of him. Johnny hugged the pirate. “Thank you.”

As the days went by, they repeated the ritual, waiting till the slaver left, then completing each other. Johnny and Jack were also becoming far more like each other, responding with each other whenever the slaver asked them a question, and even thinking alike in many ways. Johnny was making more adjustments than Jack, of course, as he was taking it in almost like he studied Hunter when he was learning how to act for Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Since he already had the basics of Jack inside him from when he filmed Pirates, it went much faster. By the end of the two weeks, the only way to tell them apart was to look at the marks on their bodies.

Finally, one morning, Jack woke Johnny. “We’ve docked, love.”

Johnny tried to feel the difference. There WAS less rocking, and he could hear movement above that hadn’t occurred since they were captured.

The door at the top of the stairs opened, and one of the eunuchs came down, opened the door to the cell, and unlocked the chain from their collars. “You are to be washed. Come with me.” They did, preceding the eunuch up the stairs and onto the deck, where there were two bathtubs waiting.

The slaver captain stood between them with their clothes on a stool. He looked them over before having them get into the tubs. “Perfect. Now clean yourselves quickly and put your clothing on. And don’t try to escape or you shall be dealt with harshly; I don’t care if it devalues you slightly.” The eunuchs removed their collars.

They climbed in the tubs, washed themselves as best they could, letting the eunuchs wash their backs and shave their faces, climbed out and got dressed after drying themselves as quickly as they could. The slaver snapped his fingers and a boy trotted out of the captain’s cabin with two collars. They looked like they were made of silver with gold filigree, and had metal loops every three inches going all around them. The boy gave a collar to each of them and stepped back. There were no keyholes on the collars, but the latch obviously locked.

“You will put these collars on. As you can see, they are going to be a permanent adornment to your fine bodies.”

Johnny looked at Jack, who looked at him and nodded, putting on the collar and closing the latch with a very final sounding click. He followed suit, his mind boggling with the permanence of it all. He couldn’t help but think that this was NOT a dream.

A leash was attached to each of them by a loop in the front, the other end given to the slaver captain. “Follow, and remember that you are no longer freemen. Conduct yourselves properly and your new master may let you go when you’re thirty or forty years old. I cannot imagine anyone wanting to see a sex show of men that old.”

Jack looked at Johnny and frowned as if to say, “don’t say a damned word.” Johnny didn’t say a damned word.

They followed the slaver off the ship. Johnny found that he didn’t have to act to stagger like Jack as he walked; he’d gotten used to the sway of the ship, and found that it took some doing to get his “land legs” back. Jack seemed to find his quicker, so Johnny concentrated on walking normally. It was weird seeing Jack walk straight, but Johnny realized that it was part of the disguise to NOT be Captain Jack Sparrow.

As they made their way to the block yard, the couple got multiple looks, and some whistles. The slaver captain had to stop several times to answer the many offers for the “twins,” but turned all of them down. He knew he’d get a top price for the pair at the auction.

When they arrived, he didn’t bring them to the slave pen, but instead put them on a side block, attaching the chains on the block to their collars.

When the actual auction began, he returned. “Strip.” He collected their clothes and left.

Johnny looked at Jack. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to get it up here.”

“You just leave that to me, love.”

“I don’t know how you can do it.”

“Look, I’m embarrassed myself. Having sex in front of a crowd is not something I’ve ever done before, and I’m sure I wish it wouldn’t happen now. But I know that I just have to get over it, and you do too, love. Just try to imagine that we’re in my cabin on the Pearl alone with Will watchin’. Just imagine what he’d think of us NOW, lookin’ and actin’ identical, havin’ ourselves a time right in front of him. Now, if that doesn’t get ye hard, nothin’ will.” He looked down. His own manhood was definitely responding, and Johnny’s looked a tad fuller than it had been. “Now, add to that what I’m going to do to you, and ye’ll be just fine. Just remember to copy my movements exactly.”

Suddenly, it was their turn. The eunuch unlatched the chains and had them walk before him to the block. He stopped at the base, ushering them up the steps. When they reached the top of the steps, the slaver captain was waiting. “Perform.”

They turned to each other and started to kiss, moving their hands moving perfectly synchronous with each other, fondling each other, teasing, and otherwise making each other hard as they imagined that their only audience was a captivated Will. The slaver captain gave a very interesting narrative about his “twin gods, Castor and Pollux” being completely virginal other than each other, and that they required minimal training, etc. He seemed very proud of them.

Jack worshipped Johnny’s manhood while listening to the bidding. As it reached five thousand guineas, he’d have whistled had his mouth not been full of Johnny. They kept pleasuring each other until the bidding was complete. “SOLD for fifteen thousand guineas! A new record, and a good price for these two!” Their new owner proceeded forward as they let go of each other and stood quietly. The slaver captain gave them their clothes, which they both quickly put on, then stood quietly again. Their new owner looked like a very well to do merchant of sorts, and he took their leashes and walked them out of the block area quickly, as every eye in the place watched the pair trot behind him.

When they reached the dock area, he stopped. “You two had better be worth your price. I expect a LOT for fifteen thousand guineas.”

Jack bowed, looking at the man’s feet. “Pollux and I shall make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.”

The man backhanded him, sending him sprawling. “Both of you shall remain silent at all times unless I tell you to speak. Do you understand? Speak now.”

Both of them answered, “yes, master.” Jack stood up and stood next to Johnny.

“Good. You will perform four shows a day for my good patrons. You will bring each other to completion every show. Do you understand? Speak now.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Should I be offered enough, you shall bring customers to completion in private performances. At no time will any customer be allowed to take you from behind, but you will otherwise pleasure them orally. Do you understand? Speak now.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Between shows, you will be expected to bathe. After the last show, you will be chained together onstage, which will be your home each night. Do you understand? Speak now.”

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Enter and meet your new destiny.” They looked around as they walked in. The hall was fairly large, with many small tables. It reminded Johnny of a lap-dancing club he’d been to once in his wilder, younger days. There was a stage at the front of the hall with some interesting equipment on it. Johnny recognized a trapeze around five feet from the ground, but couldn’t make out the rest without his glasses. Jack recognized several paddles, a couple of gags, and several odd items used in lovemaking between those who liked pain. Their new master led them up onto the stage. “Strip.” They did, and he took their clothes. “Look around and acquaint yourselves with the toys here. See what you wish to use or have used on you, and I’ll have the rest removed. The straps are not optional; neither are the chains.” He moved the two onto the stage, removed their leashes and locked a light gold chain onto each of their collars. Then he left them alone.

Jack started looking through the odd collection of sex toys, picking out two fluffy feathers, a couple of fur-lined paddles, two intricate gold chain harnesses, a three foot length of three quarter inch anal beads, and the two mandatory straps. He showed them to Johnny. “No pain here. The rest of that collection can cause damage, and I don’t think our new master wants that.” He looked at the trapeze. “I’ll take that. I’m used to being in rigging, so that thing won’t make me dizzy.”

Whack!

Jack sprawled on the ground catching his breath. There was a red welt on his back forming from where he’d obviously been hit. “I said you will both be silent at ALL times. If you cannot keep from speaking, I shall have you both gagged.” Jack turned over and stood up quickly. “Do you understand? Speak now.”

“Yes, master.”

Jack bowed low to him, gaining his attention. “You wish to say something? Speak it but it had better be good.”

“Master, I had picked out the items as you told us to and was showing them to my brother, explaining what I believed to be your wishes to keep our bodies unmarked. I apologize for my indiscretion, master.”

“Next time wait for me to return and I shall allow you to speak. Now, no more talking or you WILL be gagged between shows. Do you understand? Speak now.”

“Yes, master.” The man left again. Jack handed the items to Johnny, who put them in a separate pile from the other stuff after looking at them and nodding.

An hour later, a boy came to them, unlocked their chains from the floor and silently took them to another room, where there was a small stream running into a small pool of water and out again. The boy handed each of them a cake of soap and a towel, and pointed to the pool. “Wash.” He left.

Jack checked out the entry and exit of the water and drew a finger across his throat. Johnny nodded. There would be no escaping through there. They stepped into the pool. It was cool, but not overly so, but it took a little getting used to for Johnny. They bathed in silence, each doing the other’s back and hair.

When they finished, they dried themselves and waited at the door. The boy returned and took them by the chains back to the stage. “Who shall be on top?” Jack raised his hand. The boy handed him the chain. “Attach it to the loop above.” Jack climbed up onto the trapeze and latched the lock into the indicated loop and snapped it shut. He climbed down to the ground and tested the length of the chain. It was long enough that he could lie on the ground directly below it, but that was it. He walked to the back of the stage, testing the length that way. He found he could get to the chamber pot, though not comfortably.

The boy chained Johnny to the floor loop. Johnny found that he could get farther than Jack along the floor. If Jack were to trip and fall off the stage, he’d hang himself. Johnny would hit the floor with a little room to spare. The boy left.

Only a few minutes later, their new master walked into the room. “Castor, you seem to be the talkative one of the two of you, so I will ask you. Have you decided what you will do for the show? Speak now.”

“Yes, master, though I have not told my brother.”

“Tell us then. Speak now.”

“We shall each wear those gold harnesses to accentuate our bodies. I shall use the trapeze so that the show can be done standing. We will stimulate each other to hardness, then put the straps on each other to prevent early completion. Pollux will insert the beads into my arse, and then paddle me with the fur-lined paddle. I will tickle him with the feather. We shall then take each other in our mouths until you wish us to spill, and then undo the straps. While I complete, Pollux will pull the beads out of me to heighten my pleasure, and we will each swallow each other’s juices. Is this acceptable to you, master?”

Johnny’s jaw had dropped about two sentences into it, and hadn’t yet closed. /Straps? Beads? Paddle?!/

“Show me. The first show is tonight and it must be perfect.”

Jack grabbed the harnesses and helped Johnny into his, then put his own on. They were made from gold chains that connected in the front and back, creating a spider web effect over the chest. They were tight enough that the skin bulged between the chains, making them look even sexier. Jack climbed onto the trapeze and hung upside down. He signaled to Johnny, who stood and walked over. Jack began fondling his manhood, nibbling the tip. Johnny mirrored him above. They licked each other’s members and played with each other’s sacs until they were hard. Jack pointed to the straps, which Johnny picked up. He handed one to Jack, who started to wrap it tightly around Johnny’s manhood. Johnny followed suit, and soon they were both trussed up properly. Jack motioned Johnny to grab the beads, and Johnny started pushing them into Jack’s entrance as carefully as he could, considering there was no lubrication being used. Jack’s face contorted slightly, then settled into a half smile that Johnny could tell was plastered there to avoid showing the pain. Once the beads were all inside Jack’s ass, Johnny picked up the paddle and walloped Jack’s rump right over his entrance, making Jack moan slightly. He kept going until Jack’s ass was slightly reddened but not bruised, then put the paddle down and handed Jack one of the feathers, keeping one for himself. He leaned back with his arms out so that Jack could have the best possible choices to aim. Jack swung over, grabbing Johnny around the waist, taking his manhood in his mouth. Johnny did the same to Jack, holding him in place. Jack started tickling Johnny’s balls with the feather, moving it down his thighs and up again. Johnny moaned around Jack’s member, making Jack’s breath hitch as he tried to keep the feather going. Johnny moved his feather in similar movements on Jack’s thighs. After several minutes of this, they were both in agony, their organs begging for completion. Finally, their master snapped his fingers, and they quickly removed the straps from one another, screaming and spilling into each other’s mouths. Johnny almost forgot the beads, but grabbed the string and pulled them slowly out. Jack screamed louder, and Johnny had to swallow hard to keep from losing any of Jack’s precious juices. After they’d both stopped cumming, Jack flipped down off of the trapeze and they kissed deeply, tasting themselves in each other’s mouths.

Their master applauded. “Good. But I want each of the shows to be slightly different. I like repeat customers. I have some bindings in another room that I will have brought out. See what you can figure out with those. I do insist that the crowd be able to see your faces though, so we’ll leave the hoods out. Your first show is in two hours. Go and bathe.” The boy appeared as if called, and led the two men back to their bathing room, handing them each their cake of soap and a towel.

* - * - *

Their act was definitely a hit in the town. Both men and women came to see them, and it was obvious that their master was getting rich. In the next two weeks, they’d had to pleasure three men and two women orally, but other than that, they were left alone. They were gagged at night and chained tightly to opposite ends of the stage at night so that they couldn’t talk to each other. Johnny was getting despondent and it was starting to affect their act. It got more and more difficult for Jack to get Johnny hard, and their master was threatening to keep them both strapped between shows just to keep Johnny’s manhood stiff.

At the end of the two weeks, Jack thought he recognized a voice in the audience. He tried to get Johnny’s attention, but Johnny was performing almost in a trance and didn’t notice Jack’s efforts at all.

After the show, they went to take their baths as usual. When they were led out again, they were brought to the rear of the hall to the bar near the door. There, Jack thought he recognized the pair of boots of the person talking to their master. Johnny didn’t notice anything as he plodded along with Jack.

“Castor! Pollux! I’ve decided to sell you. This good gentleman here has bought you for quite a handsome sum. I daresay I can retire now thanks to him. Meet your new master.” Their chains were handed to the new person. “Speak now.”

They looked up to see Will watching them, then they looked down again. Jack spoke. “We shall serve you well, master.” Johnny said nothing.

Will looked them over. Johnny had lost some weight. Other than that, they appeared to be in good health. “What’s wrong with your brother?”

Jack put an arm around Johnny and brought him in close. “My brother Pollux has been sick. He’s getting better though, and should be back to peak performance within a day or two.”

Will turned to their former master. “Do they have clothes for travel?” The boy walked in with a bundle and put it on the bar, leaving quickly. Will turned to Jack and Johnny. “Put your clothes on. We’re leaving.”

Jack put his on quickly and helped Johnny into his. Will walked them out and down the dock to the Pearl. “Do you know what I’ve gone through to find you two? I daresay we’ll have to sack at least three good ports to make back what I spent getting you back.” They walked onboard and Will handed Jack the keys to the leashes, which he removed immediately. Will looked over the collars. “Good work. I recognize the mark. Someone paid a very high price for these. I’m going to have to figure out how to get them off without killing you though.”

Jack walked Johnny toward his cabin and called back, “well do it quickly. I think the collar is part of what’s got Johnny down. I’ll work on him while you work on the collars, eh?”

He walked Johnny to the bed and lay him down on it, looking into his dull looking eyes. “Hey, Johnny. We’re free. I told you Will would rescue us! Didn’t take him all that long, either! Johnny?”

Johnny barely focused at him. He didn’t say a word, almost as if he were afraid to.

“Johnny, speak to me!”

Johnny seemed to focus a bit better. “Help me…” was all he could croak out. His voice was harsh and hardly there.

Jack looked deep into his eyes and hardly recognized him. Gone was all emotion. Gone was all the depth that he’d known and loved. He took Johnny into his arms and rocked him back and forth, petting his hair. “Oh, Johnny…don’t stay away. Old Jack needs ye, and so does young William. Now that we’re free we can start lookin’ for a way to get you home to yer family, eh? Come on, Johnny! Wake up for me and Will!” He shook him. “Wake up!”

Johnny seemed to see him a bit better. “Is it show time yet?”

“No more shows, Johnny. You’re a free man. Don’t be a broken one. PLEASE!”

Will walked in with a couple bottles of rum. “I didn’t think they’d let you drink rum during your ordeal.” He handed Jack a bottle.

Jack brought Johnny’s head up. “Drink this, love. It’ll bring ye to yer senses quicker than I can.” He poured just a bit into Johnny’s mouth. Johnny swallowed, coughed, and sat up. He seemed to focus on the rum bottle, and grabbed it, upturning it and chugging it as fast as he could. After about half of it, Jack snatched it away from him and gave it to Will. He laid Johnny back down and watched him as the rum slowly took effect and Johnny fell asleep.

Jack stood up. “He’s been gettin’ worse every day for the last week. He’s barely eaten a thing, and we weren’t allowed to talk to one another, so I couldn’t even try to help him. Will, see what you can do. You’re a natural healer and I know it. If you can’t make him come to his senses, I fear nobody can. Do what ye can. I’ll take the helm tonight. I need the sea air bad. And thank ye, whelp, for rescuing us. If I don’t seem grateful, it’s just because I’m worried about Johnny, savvy?” He left the cabin.

Will sat on the bed and leaned over the sleeping actor. He kissed him on the forehead and pulled him onto his lap, cradling him in his arms. He rocked him and sang softly to him as the ship pulled silently out to sea. He kept rocking him until his arms couldn’t take it anymore, then laid him down, cuddling next to him, Johnny’s head on his chest.

Some time in the middle of the night, Johnny woke feeling a warm body beneath his head and an arm around him. He didn’t recognize where he was in the dark, so he jumped out of bed, stumbling into the table. Will woke up and realized that Johnny wasn’t in the bed. “Johnny? Where are you? It’s Will.”

“Will? Where am I? Am I dreaming? I can’t see.”

“You’re not dreaming. You’re in the Captain’s cabin on the Black Pearl, and you can’t see because it’s night and there aren’t any lamps lit. Stay where you are and I’ll light some.” He carefully got out of bed and made his way to the desk, where he took out a box of matches. He struck one and lit a lamp, turning it up full.

Johnny was standing with his back to the desk, wide-eyed, but otherwise looking all right. He noticed the light and looked at Will, a smile developing on his face. “Will. Thank god! What happened? Where’s Jack?”

Will smiled. “Jack’s at the helm tonight. He’ll see you in the morning unless you want to go visit him tonight. We’re getting away from Bonaire with all haste, as I suspect that neither you nor Jack ever wish to see that island again. Where we’re heading is up to Jack. And what happened is that I found out where you were and purchased you both.” He walked over to Johnny.

Johnny grabbed Will and hugged him fiercely. “Thank you, Will! You don’t know…it was horrible…we had to…jeezuz. I need a shrink BAD!”

Will looked at him. “A ‘shrink?’ I don’t know what a ‘shrink’ is, but I think that all you need is some rest aboard the Pearl and you’ll be fine. Now go back to bed and sleep knowing you’re free again.”

Johnny let go of Will and walked to the bed. “I’m starved.”

“You look it. I’ll go bring you some food. You climb into bed and relax.” He left for the food.

* - * - *

“Jack, I’m just not in the mood.”

“You’ve said that for three weeks, Johnny. You’ve got to get over what happened. I have.”

“You never bounced in the first place, so you haven’t had to bounce back. I did. I’m sorry, but I’m just plain not in the mood.”

Will put an arm around him and glared at Jack. “That’s all right, Johnny. Nobody’s going to force you to do anything you don’t feel like doing. You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t blame you a bit. I’ve waited this long to have you both together. I can wait as long as it takes for you to feel right about it.”

Johnny leaned into him, his face disappearing into Will’s shoulder, sobbing. “I just want to go HOME!”

Jack sat down. “Love, I’m trying. The last three stopovers have been for me to contact some ladies I know wot know about these things.”

“Things like sending someone home to another time?” Johnny peeked one eye out at Jack.

“All things supernatural, love. I’ve been goin’ to seers and witches. So far, they all think ye should just kill yerself, but they’re not even sure that will send ye home. In fact, one witch that I went to said it would just kill ye, and not send ye anywhere. So I’d not suggest doin’ that this time.”

“Great. So I’m stuck here forever. I WANT TO GO HOME!” he wailed.

Will patted him on the back. “I know you miss your children and lady. I would too if I were in your place. But there’s nothing that can be done yet. Just believe me when I say that we’ll keep looking until we find a way to get you home. But in the meantime, try to relax and enjoy yourself. You don’t want to go home like this, do you? You’d end up in a bedlam.”

Johnny sniffed and sat back. “I’d definitely have to see a shrink. I still might even if I accept all of this. This isn’t anything that a sane man goes through, is it?”

Jack stood and walked over, putting a hand on Johnny’s shoulder. “No, love. It’s not. You’ve been through hell in a lot more ways than just bein’ torn from your family. You’ve gone through a month of bein’ forced to have public sex. I don’t blame you at all for reacting as you have. If I’d been through as much in as little time, I’d probably do the same thing.”

“You were raped in public for a month too. But you don’t act any different.”

“Love, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. I act as I act because I AM Captain Jack Sparrow. No other reason. Were I any other man, I’d probably have collapsed from any number of things I’ve been through.”

“But Jack, I’m Captain Jack Sparrow too, remember?”

“No, you were only play-acting. The real you isn’t anything like me. I’m flamboyant. You’re shy. I’m great at public speaking. You’re all stutters and stammers in public. I love the notoriety that I get. You try to keep your life as private as you can. We are NOTHING alike, Johnny, no matter how well ye can portray me in yer acting.”

“Yeah, I do like my privacy. Maybe that IS the big difference. You seemed to enjoy performing in front of those people.”

“No, love. I enjoyed YOU, not performing in public. Let’s just say that you’re not the only actor between us. But you don’t use yer acting abilities in real life like I do, that’s all.”

Johnny stood up and changed the subject. “I’m hungry.”

Will got up. “I’m with Johnny. Let’s eat.”

Jack sighed. “He’s never going to face this problem down if ye let him get away with changin’ the subject every time. He’s got to face his fears and let them go.”

Johnny looked at Jack. “You’ve been spending too much time in my time period. You’re learning psychobabble.”

Jack grinned. “I learn something new each day. And that book on psychology that you had on your coffee table the first time I visited is VERY interesting.”

“I’d wondered where that went. I thought Van threw it out.”

“No, love, and I want you to talk about your ISSUES and get them out of your system as fast as ye can so that when we DO find a way back for you, you won’t go back to your lass as a quivering bowl of jelly.”

“I’ll try. I promise. I don’t want to break down and cry when I see my children again. Especially if no time has gone by there…they’re in a public place. I was on my way there to join them. Breaking down in public isn’t a good idea, and breaking down in front of your children is even worse.”

“There, you see? Now come here and give it a try.” Jack sat on the bed.

“After breakfast.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise.”

“Good. Then we can FINALLY give Will that present ye promised him almost two months ago.”

Will blushed. He wasn’t going to tell Johnny just HOW much he enjoyed the show he’d seen when he bought them.

* - * - *

During the next two weeks, Johnny showed great signs of improvement. He still missed Van and the kids more than anything, but Will was so loving and Jack was so…well…Jack. At one port, Jack invited Johnny to come with him, leaving Will behind to re-supply the Pearl. When they returned, both were laughing. Will was happy that Johnny seemed to be completely out of his moodiness.

That night after dinner, Jack ordered Will to go and nap, claiming that he had to take the midwatch at the helm. Will went to the Captain’s cabin and went to bed. Jack and Johnny stayed at the helm for a while, waiting till Will was fast asleep. Johnny was steering; Jack had taught him shortly after they’d been rescued. He felt happy behind the wheel of the ship. /I’m going to have to get a sailboat, that’s all there is to it!/

When Jack signaled to Johnny, Johnny called Anamaria to the helm and joined Jack to head into the Captain’s cabin. Once inside, they removed their clothes, leaving their identical shirts on, hiding the identifying scars and tattoos on the two men. Grinning, they removed the covers over Will, threw them off the bed entirely and climbed into bed, one man on each side. Both of them gently lifted the boy with one arm while removing his shirt with the other, then laid him down without waking him. Each one took a nipple and started suckling.

Will woke up to some VERY intimate caressing. Both of his nipples were being suckled, and he felt hands all over him, mirroring each other. He looked down and almost thought he was seeing things. Two identical tanned gods were attached to his nipples doing wild things to the tips. Their hands were mirroring each other even though they weren’t looking at each other at all. Will’s manhood fairly leaped to painful status at just the sight of them. He moaned in pleasure and put a hand on each of their necks, holding them there. One of them deftly untied his breeches and together they tugged them off of him, Will lifting his hips at the opportune moment. His member popped free, and they could see that it was glistening at the tip. He tried to sit up to look at his lovers closer, but they pushed him down. “Jack? Johnny?” He looked from one to the other. “Take off your shirts. I want to know who’s doing what.”

They both grinned evilly. Will noticed that they both had Jack’s gold teeth. “No. We both want this to be special for you,” one of them said.

He looked down as best he could. He saw what he thought was the tattoo that Johnny had just above his ankle. “Johnny…”

The other one held up his foot to show an identical mark. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Damn it you two!—“

Just then, one of them engulfed his organ in his mouth while the other engulfed his open mouth, plundering and delving as deeply as he could. Will tasted rum, spices and vanilla. When the kiss ended, he breathed, “Jack…”

From south of his navel, he heard an evil chuckle. “Try again, love.”

Will was definitely getting frustrated. The northbound Johnny reached above Will into a cupboard and brought out the bottle of rose oil and handed it south, then reached back in and took out Jack’s favorite torture implement: A long, fluffy, red feather. “You ARE Jack.”

He felt a familiar plunder of his backside entrance and heard that evil chuckle again from the southbound Johnny. “Not necessarily, love.” The finger went deep and started teasing his sweet spot.

“JAAACK!”

The northbound Johnny started trailing his tongue down his neck. “Relax, Will. You’re way…too…tense…” He licked and worshipped his chest, moving from one nipple to the other, one hand roaming Will’s side and arm, the other hand mirroring it with the feather.

A second finger joined the first. Will wasn’t sure if he CARED which one was which anymore. He was in heaven being pleasured by two gods. The mouth on his manhood was doing wonderful things to him. Not allowing him any chance to move, the southbound Johnny’s tongue was moving like lightning, pleasuring around the crown of his cock gently, not at all like Captain Jack Sparrow, who he knew, as a pirate, could be most demanding. But the northbound Johnny, who was heading south rather quickly, he noted, was just as gentle.

When the third finger entered him, he started moving his hips. Both men held him down. “No,” they said together. Will tried to relax, but it was almost impossible. He was so close to completion that he begged them for it, though both shook their heads, grinning.

The three fingers kept stretching him as they massaged, and he wasn’t sure what was going to happen, as he was used to being entered at that point. Then he felt a FOURTH finger enter him. His eyes went wide, and he moaned loudly. The northbound Johnny smiled up at him, eyes twinkling. “We have a present for you, William.”

Will felt the southbound Johnny’s thumb join all four fingers in his opening. He screeched for a moment, then tried his hardest to relax, wondering again what they were up to. He didn’t have long to wait.

The northbound Johnny helped to move Will over and lay down on his back and reached over to help the southbound Johnny lift Will onto him, also laying on his back. Will was confused, but almost melted as he felt the hand leave his opening. The southbound Johnny moved over the two of them and smiled down at both of them. The Johnny on the bottom breathed into Will’s ear, “Prepare yourself, lad. This might hurt a mite.” The upper Johnny positioned himself at Will’s opening, grasping the other Johnny’s manhood along with his and fisted them both twice. He put them both to Will’s opening and pushed them both in at once.

Will screamed. His whole body stiffened, and he whimpered from the pressure. Once fully inside, both of the men inside him started to move their hips in tandem, their members moving inside Will as one. He moaned from the thought of it even as it pained him. They moved over his sweet spot and his mind fairly exploded in white. The men held him as he tried to buck, so that they could stay inside. They continued moving inside him, dragging along his sweet spot every time. The Johnny below him was nibbling on his neck, giving butterfly kisses and reaching around to fondle his nipples. The Johnny above him was holding his hips still with one hand and had his other hand around Will’s manhood, moving it in time to the thrusts the two gods were giving him.

It didn’t take long to have Will screaming and spilling all over himself. The two men started to move faster, finally losing the rhythm they had together, as they both moved to get their own pleasures from the VERY tight pressure they felt. In only a couple more thrusts, they both started cumming into the boy, screaming his name. The upper Johnny fairly collapsed on both of them, and they lay there for several minutes, both organs still planted firmly in Will’s arse.

Finally, the lower Johnny groaned. “Off! I can’t breathe!” The upper Johnny rolled off of the tower of men to the left, automatically pulling both of them out of Will.

Will rolled between them, fairly collapsed. “Whichever one of you is Jack…there’s no way that I can do the midwatch like this.”

The Johnny to his left pulled up onto his elbow, facing him. “Not to worry, love.”

The other pulled up onto his elbow, facing him identically. “We just told you that to surprise you, love.”

“So which one of you is which? You look and sound and even SMELL identical now. Which of you is my Jack?”

The one to his left started to fondle Will’s hair. “It doesn’t matter, love, does it? We’re both here.”

The one to his right fondled the other side. “So you really can’t tell the difference?”

Will sat up and grabbed both men’s right legs, pulling them both laughing onto their backs. He looked at the tattoos. They were identical. “One of these should be old.”

“What, you’ve never heard of renewing a tattoo?”

“How else were they going to copy it exactly?”

Will screamed in frustration, grabbing at their shirts, which the two men dodged, hopping out of bed together, giggling. They pulled their identical breeches on and fled the room.

Jack and Johnny went straight to the helm. Anamaria watched the two men climb the stairs toward her, arm in arm. “So, gentlemen, which of you would like to relieve me?”

The one on the left leered at her. The other simply said, “I believe you were relived of your virginity some years ago, love.”

She slapped BOTH of them. They stood back and said, “I know we deserved that.” The one on the left stood forward. “I’ll take the helm, Anamaria.” She stood back and saluted. “It’s all yours, gentlemen.” She left, not giving them a second look.

* - * - *

After four days of neither man had taken his shirt off in front of anyone else, and they acted so much alike that nobody could figure out which was which, so no matter which of them gave an order, it was obeyed without question.

Johnny was having a great time. He actually felt anonymous, since nobody could tell who was who, not even Will.

Jack was having a great time too. Johnny seemed to know exactly what orders to give in his absence, and nobody was the wiser as to who’d given them. He could relax and not worry about his Pearl.

The Pearl docked at the port in Aruba and one of the “twins” ordered shore leave for the crew. Everyone went ashore, leaving a skeleton crew aboard. Will and the twins hefted the packs the twins had packed and walked straight through the town and into the woods. A couple of hours of vigorous hiking later, they arrived in a clearing and stopped. Will was confused. If either of the twins was worried, there was no evidence of it. Quite suddenly, a spear zoomed between the twins and embedded itself into a tree. One of the twins relaxed, the other seemed nervous. The relaxed one said something in a strange language. Will looked at him. “Jack.”

“Yes, whelp.” A voice in the woods answered Jack. “Good. They’ll see us. Johnny? Will? I think this time we’ve got an answer to Johnny’s problem.”

A small group of natives walked into the clearing. Jack offered his weapons, followed by Johnny and Will. They were led through the woods to a small village, directly to a hut a ways off by itself, decorated by various animal skins and animal skulls. The native in the lead knocked on the door of the hut and stepped back. A voice from inside answered, and the door opened to reveal an old man who Johnny would have sworn was older than God. He looked like a living skeleton. He wore robes that hung off of him as if he used to be much larger. The jewelry was gaudy, but looked somehow right on him. He motioned the three men into the hut.

There were three mats waiting for them around a fire. The old man sat on some skins on the other side of the fire. “Sit.”

Jack smiled. “So you DO know English. Thank you for seeing us.”

“I wished to see this man from beyond our time.” He turned to Johnny unerringly. “You must go back to where you come from soon or never again. Ride through the place you most dread. You have one week before the portal closes forever. Leave now. You have no time for error.”

Jack put his pack down. Will and Johnny followed suit, and they left, thanking him.

Upon arrival back at the Pearl, Jack sent word with the skeleton crew to find the rest of the Pearl’s crew and bring them back, shore leave cancelled.

Grumbling, the men returned within only a couple of hours, and they weighed anchor. Mr. Gibbs arrived at the helm and saluted. “Where to, Cap’n?”

“Port Royal, Mr. Gibbs, as fast as we can. Pray for a heavy tailwind.”

“Aye, Cap’n. Ye ARE Jack, are ye not?”

“Aye, Mr. Gibbs. That I am.”

When anyone next saw Johnny, he was wearing different clothes from Jack, and brought Jack his bandana, which Jack put on, thanking him. “Will’s asleep. He says he’ll take the next watch. How long till we get there?”

“It takes a good week or maybe a little more to get there for a normal ship. The Pearl has been known to cut two days off of that with a good tailwind, which is what I’m hoping for. If we don’t have one by tomorrow night, we’ll push on with the sweeps to try to gain a day. Just pray that we don’t get becalmed, Johnny, or ye’ll never see your bonnie lass again.”

* - * - *

The tailwind did pick up after the third day, before which the sweeps were used. They reached Port Royal in record time, a full two and a half days early, sliding in during the night to drop off Will and the twins, who were dressed identically again. Jack had relinquished his bandana back in his cabin so all three of them looked quite presentable, almost high society dressed all in black, with fine black hats with fine, fluffy white feathers. Johnny was still thinking of what the old man had said. “’Ride through the place you most dread.’ Well, we’re here, that’s for sure.”

Jack snorted. “Not quite, love. I’m sure ye’d get along just fine with Port Royal itself. I think ye much more dread the square in the fort, where they hung ye last time.”

“Thanks for reminding me. Yeah, I’d say you’re right. I get a neck ache just being anywhere NEAR the fort.”

They found an inn for the evening and woke the next morning refreshed.

Will lead the way. He thought he knew what to do. “Johnny, you arrived in a rather loud, black carriage. Let’s find you a black carriage to ride back in.” He strode straight to the stable, and found the owner. “You there! Mr. Lodges! Have you a fine black carriage for sale? Perhaps with two fine black horses to match?”

The man looked him up and down. “You look familiar. What’s your name, boy?”

“Will Turner. I was a blacksmith here two years ago. Now I work for emissaries from England, and they require a carriage for their stay. I immediately thought of you Mr. Lodges.”

“Emissaries from England? Yes, I have a carriage that would be perfect for them. I’d made it for Governor Swann, but as he hasn’t sent for it yet, I can build him another one. And my two finest black horses. One thousand guineas, and not a shilling less.”

“Done.” He passed over a decent sized bag of coins. “Here are three hundred guineas. The balance shall be brought to you within the day. My masters require the carriage and horses immediately or I’d go fetch it right now.”

Lodges bowed. “Anything for the Crown.”

Will and Lodges caught two black mares in the pen, and hitched them up to the carriage. It was beautiful. The inside was red velvet, and almost glowed in the sunlight when they moved it out. Will climbed up to the driver’s seat. “I shall be back by nightfall with the other seven hundred guineas.” He drove off.

Around the corner, the twins climbed inside. Jack opened the trapdoor to the driver. “Will, take us to the turnaround area above the fort.” The carriage started moving again.

At the turnaround, the carriage stopped. Johnny felt Will climb down, and the door opened. The twins climbed out. Jack turned to Johnny. “This is where we hopefully say farewell. I must say it’s been quite a pleasure to have you in me cabin…I mean…on me ship…” He leered. “…for this small portion of your life. Till we meet again.” He bent in and gave Johnny a deep, passionate, kiss, which Johnny returned.

Will stepped forward. “Visit us again if you can. Or if anything happens that you can’t live without us. Please?” He kissed him gently. Johnny deepened it, and the kiss kept going, threatening to consume them both for over two minutes.

Finally, Jack cleared his throat and separated them. “Gentlemen, it is time.”

Johnny climbed up into the driver’s seat and waved at them. “I’ll miss you both dearly.” He signaled to the horses to start. They started forward, moving into a trot. He prayed this would work, as if it didn’t, the soldiers at the fort were going to have him for lunch. He steered the horses through the fort’s tunnel gate and closed his eyes.

* - * - *

Daylight.

Johnny opened his eyes. The horses had slowed to a walk, and stopped, nervous. He saw the hills and trees of Griffith Park. He’d made it! He looked behind him and saw the tunnel he’d driven through two months before and sighed. Then he looked again. The carriage and the horses were still with him! He looked down at his clothes. He was still dressed like he’d been before he left Jack and Will! “MY HIKING BOOTS!” He’d miss them. /Maybe Jack will keep them for me…/ He turned the horses to the left to go up the road to the Observatory and parked them on the lawn near the sundial, tying them off on the railing.

He ran into the Observatory and found Vanessa and the kids looking at prisms. He grabbed Lily Rose and picked her up, hugging her as if he hadn’t seen her for two months. “Ooh I’ve missed you so MUCH!” She squealed as he swung her around, not letting her down and giggling like a fool.

#Daddy! You made it! Mama said you might not be here till later!#

Vanessa lifted Jack. #Johnny, you’ve changed clothes? Did they have you do costuming?#

Johnny picked up on it right away. “Yes. Costumes. That’s it. How do you like it?”

#It’s beautiful. You look like they’ve re-cast you as royalty.#

“Well, prince of pirates, right? Tell you what. Let’s head home. I’m exhausted after convincing those WED executives that I know what I’m doing.”

#All right. Jack was getting bored anyway. Maybe tomorrow we can go to Disneyland and make it up to both of them.#

They started to walk out. “Sounds good to me. Oh…Van? We need to make a stop on the way home.”

#Where? I thought you said you were tired?#

He pointed at the carriage and helped the kids and Vanessa inside it. “I am. But I want to get there before tonight, and I traded the Porsche for this…”

#But what will we do with the carriage?#

Johnny shrugged. When they left the parking lot, Johnny took the long way AROUND the tunnel.

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A/N: Now I REALLY need some feedback on this one! Like…should I go on? Should it include anyone other than Jack again? What did I do wrong? Do right? Forget to do? Do too much of? PLEASE!