Bound By Blood
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,495
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Gifts and Fantasies
Bound By Blood
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
-emphasized words-
***dreams***
Chapter Four: Gifts and Fantasies
“There ye are,” Jack said as Will approached him on the deck of the Pearl. “I was wondering.”
“Sorry, but I had to stop by the smithy to pick up something.” Will held out a parcel to Jack, blushing slightly. “I made it for you…as a thanks for helping me rescue Elizabeth, I suppose.”
Jack carefully unwrapped the coarse brown paper. He gasped when he saw what it was; the sword Will had made for him in his dreams.
Ever so gently, he took it up, his hand fitting perfectly on the grasp. It was even more beautiful in real life that in the dream. He studied the blade and the hand guard carefully. It was certainly a powerful tool.
Jack swallowed for a moment, not sure what to say. He could see the long hours of work that Will must have put into it.
At last, Jack mumbled, “I’ve never been big on saying ‘thanks,’ but…Will, this is the fines blade I’ve ever held.”
Will flushed with pride. Even though Jack’s thank you certainly wasn’t the most eloquent he’d ever heard, the look in the older man’s eyes said all that he couldn’t put into words.
Will cleared his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “So who exactly are we going to see, Jack?”
A small shudder passed through the captain. “Ye’ll be seein’ soon enough, lad.” With that, he strode briskly into his cabin and shut the door.
Will stared after him until a hand on his shoulder made him jump in surprise. He turned to see Mr. Gibbs looking at him intently.
“I’m not sure what ailment ye both be sufferin’ from,” he said slowly. “But it must be serious if the Captain’s willin’ to risk seein’ –her-.”
“‘Her’?” Will prompted
“Aye. ‘Tia Dalma’ she calls herself; a mystic,” Gibbs said significantly. “Everyone knows that mystics are known for experimentin’ in the dark arts. Tia Dalma not only experiments, lad, she’s famous fer it.”
* * *
***Will shoved him roughly against the wall of his cabin. Jack bit back a moan as the smith’s lips and tongue traced a hot trail of kisses down his neck. He was practically panting in Will’s arms when the younger man’s hands slid down to undo the front of his breeches.
His lover sank to his knees before him, casting him a smoldering gaze as he released his Captain’s cock from the tight confines of his trousers. Teasingly, he blew gently on the head before softly nuzzling it, loving the way the older man trembled against him.
Just when Jack thought he would go mad from the whispering caresses, Will leaned forward to slowly drag his tongue across the other man’s member, starting at the base and working his way toward the tip. Jack cried out, clutching at the back of the blacksmith’s head as he took him fully into his mouth.***
* * *
Jack came to the familiar feel of his hand on his cock. As the post-orgasm numbness left his brain, he cursed loudly.
His fantasies were becoming as vivid as his dreams. This couldn’t be a good sign.
* * *
Will approached Jack carefully as he stood at the helm, barking out orders to various crew members. He allowed his eyes to sweep admiringly over the captain’s muscular frame before shuddering and setting his face with determination.
“Jack, may I speak with you a moment?”
Jack stopped, mid-order, and looked at him in annoyance. “Can’t it wait?”
Will shook his head stubbornly, and he sighed, motioning for Anamaria to take the wheel. They silently made their way to Jack’s cabin, shutting the door behind them.
Obsidian eyes turned questioningly toward him, and Will took a deep breath. “Jack, these dreams that I’ve been having…they seem to be getting worse every day.” When Jack said nothing, he continued nervously, “The thing about these dreams, Jack, is that…well, they’re about you.”
“Oh?” Jack tried to remain nonchalant although his heart was suddenly pounding in his chest. He had a sneaking suspicion, however, that his eager curiosity must have shown because Will’s eyes widened.
“Yes,” he said cautiously. “And that’s why I think that it would be best if we tried to maintain as little contact with one another as possible until we reach this Tia Dalma woman.”
“I see.” Jack’s heart plummeted. “If that’s the way ye want it.”
“It shouldn’t be too hard,” Will mused, “on a ship of these proportions.”
Jack nodded slowly. He felt waves of hurt wash over him until he saw the pain in Will’s eyes, and he realized that Will’s decision grieved him equally.
“Jack, I-I’m not happy about this either,” Will mumbled, avoiding the older man’s gaze, “but I will not allow something to happen between us that will later damage our friendship.”
“Yer right, of course.”
As Will turned to go, Jack said, “Just so ye know, I’ve been dreamin’ of ye, too.”
Closing the door behind him, Will stood still and tried to control the pounding ache in his chest. He briefly caught himself wondering what Jack’s kiss would be like; if it would taste like ocean water the way it did in his dreams.
TBC
By Serena-chan
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except for my own strange little mind. (Applies to all chapters.)
“speech”
‘thoughts’
-emphasized words-
***dreams***
Chapter Four: Gifts and Fantasies
“There ye are,” Jack said as Will approached him on the deck of the Pearl. “I was wondering.”
“Sorry, but I had to stop by the smithy to pick up something.” Will held out a parcel to Jack, blushing slightly. “I made it for you…as a thanks for helping me rescue Elizabeth, I suppose.”
Jack carefully unwrapped the coarse brown paper. He gasped when he saw what it was; the sword Will had made for him in his dreams.
Ever so gently, he took it up, his hand fitting perfectly on the grasp. It was even more beautiful in real life that in the dream. He studied the blade and the hand guard carefully. It was certainly a powerful tool.
Jack swallowed for a moment, not sure what to say. He could see the long hours of work that Will must have put into it.
At last, Jack mumbled, “I’ve never been big on saying ‘thanks,’ but…Will, this is the fines blade I’ve ever held.”
Will flushed with pride. Even though Jack’s thank you certainly wasn’t the most eloquent he’d ever heard, the look in the older man’s eyes said all that he couldn’t put into words.
Will cleared his throat, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “So who exactly are we going to see, Jack?”
A small shudder passed through the captain. “Ye’ll be seein’ soon enough, lad.” With that, he strode briskly into his cabin and shut the door.
Will stared after him until a hand on his shoulder made him jump in surprise. He turned to see Mr. Gibbs looking at him intently.
“I’m not sure what ailment ye both be sufferin’ from,” he said slowly. “But it must be serious if the Captain’s willin’ to risk seein’ –her-.”
“‘Her’?” Will prompted
“Aye. ‘Tia Dalma’ she calls herself; a mystic,” Gibbs said significantly. “Everyone knows that mystics are known for experimentin’ in the dark arts. Tia Dalma not only experiments, lad, she’s famous fer it.”
* * *
***Will shoved him roughly against the wall of his cabin. Jack bit back a moan as the smith’s lips and tongue traced a hot trail of kisses down his neck. He was practically panting in Will’s arms when the younger man’s hands slid down to undo the front of his breeches.
His lover sank to his knees before him, casting him a smoldering gaze as he released his Captain’s cock from the tight confines of his trousers. Teasingly, he blew gently on the head before softly nuzzling it, loving the way the older man trembled against him.
Just when Jack thought he would go mad from the whispering caresses, Will leaned forward to slowly drag his tongue across the other man’s member, starting at the base and working his way toward the tip. Jack cried out, clutching at the back of the blacksmith’s head as he took him fully into his mouth.***
* * *
Jack came to the familiar feel of his hand on his cock. As the post-orgasm numbness left his brain, he cursed loudly.
His fantasies were becoming as vivid as his dreams. This couldn’t be a good sign.
* * *
Will approached Jack carefully as he stood at the helm, barking out orders to various crew members. He allowed his eyes to sweep admiringly over the captain’s muscular frame before shuddering and setting his face with determination.
“Jack, may I speak with you a moment?”
Jack stopped, mid-order, and looked at him in annoyance. “Can’t it wait?”
Will shook his head stubbornly, and he sighed, motioning for Anamaria to take the wheel. They silently made their way to Jack’s cabin, shutting the door behind them.
Obsidian eyes turned questioningly toward him, and Will took a deep breath. “Jack, these dreams that I’ve been having…they seem to be getting worse every day.” When Jack said nothing, he continued nervously, “The thing about these dreams, Jack, is that…well, they’re about you.”
“Oh?” Jack tried to remain nonchalant although his heart was suddenly pounding in his chest. He had a sneaking suspicion, however, that his eager curiosity must have shown because Will’s eyes widened.
“Yes,” he said cautiously. “And that’s why I think that it would be best if we tried to maintain as little contact with one another as possible until we reach this Tia Dalma woman.”
“I see.” Jack’s heart plummeted. “If that’s the way ye want it.”
“It shouldn’t be too hard,” Will mused, “on a ship of these proportions.”
Jack nodded slowly. He felt waves of hurt wash over him until he saw the pain in Will’s eyes, and he realized that Will’s decision grieved him equally.
“Jack, I-I’m not happy about this either,” Will mumbled, avoiding the older man’s gaze, “but I will not allow something to happen between us that will later damage our friendship.”
“Yer right, of course.”
As Will turned to go, Jack said, “Just so ye know, I’ve been dreamin’ of ye, too.”
Closing the door behind him, Will stood still and tried to control the pounding ache in his chest. He briefly caught himself wondering what Jack’s kiss would be like; if it would taste like ocean water the way it did in his dreams.
TBC