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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult ++
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6
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12,496
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30
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Aztec Rituals
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 Five: Aztec Rituals
Will winced as Jack helped him out of the lifeboat. Ever since his little talk with Jack, his palm had been throbbing constantly. It wasn’t just his hand anymore, either. The pain had spread down through his wrist and into his arm—a hot, searing sensation as though someone had replaced his bones with heated metal. From the way Jack kept his arm hanging limply at his side, he gathered that the older man was also experiencing the increased pain.
But soon it would all be over for they had finally reached this mysterious Tia Dalma’s. They’d anchored the ship off the coast of an island that Jack said had no name. He and Jack had rowed out with Mr. Cotton and his parrot, leaving Gibbs and Anamaria to look after the Pearl and her crew.
Jack had guided them through a dense marsh, thick with trees. The air was misty, limiting their sight and giving the whole place a sticky, clammy feel.
Suddenly, a house had appeared before them, built high on stilts, and now he and Jack were clambering out of the boat and onto a sturdy wooden deck that stretched all the way around the house. Jack gave the order for Mr. Cotton and his parrot to wait for them as he quickly ushered Will inside.
They found themselves in a cramped room lit by a seemingly endless supply of candles. The scent of spices, smoke, incense, and something that smelled suspiciously like blood hung heavily in the air. In a corner, petting a rather large yellow snake, was Tia Dalma herself.
“Jack Sparrow, you come to see me,” she said, rising to greet them. She smiled in what was possibly meant to be a friendly way, but as most of her teeth had been replaced by either gold or wooden ones, the effect was quite chilling. Will could see why Jack would be nervous around such a woman.
The pirate captain coughed uncomfortably and dove into a rather hasty explanation of the reason of their visit, not even bothering to introduce Will properly. He recounted the tale of their adventures with Barbossa and their strange illness in a surprisingly forward manner, without any embellishments, for once.
“Let me see your hands,” she demanded, cutting Jack off in the middle of his complaints about his recent bout of seasickness.
Obediently, Jack and Will unwrapped their injured palms, holding them out for inspection. She roughly grabbed each hand in turn, scrutinizing them carefully before hastily dropping down into a chair next to a wooden table. Will saw that strange carvings formed a sort of chart on the polished surface.
Tia Dalma carefully shook a leather pouch, muttering to herself, and dumped the contents out before her. Strange objects spilled out, their shapes entirely foreign to Will, although he could see that they were crafter out of bones, fur, feathers, and what looked like human hair.
She studied this for a long time before saying, “These dreams…what are they about?”
“Well,” Jack began hesitantly, casting an uneasy glance at Will who was staring down at his boots, his face a deep scarlet.
“Ah,” she interrupted. “I see. These dreams have been of an…intimate nature.” She studied them for a moment before abruptly changing the subject. “Tell me, Captain Sparrow, what do you know of the Aztecs and the history of the Isla de Muerta?”
Jack pondered for a moment. “I know that when Cortez and his men first encountered the Aztecs, they were—”
“I mean before that.” Seeing the bewildered look on Jack’s face, she continued patiently. “The Isla de Muerta was originally the Aztecs holy ground. It was a sacred place used only for the casting of spells, marriage ceremonies, and the burning of the dead. Women would sometimes make the journey there to give birth.”
She paused to gather up her objects and replace them in the pouch. “An Aztec marriage ceremony is centered around the mixing of the couple’s blood. It is through the blood that a bond is formed, a magical one that binds the individuals together, body and soul. On that night, when the Curse of Cortez was lifted, that ancient bond was formed between the two of you.”
Jack swallowed hard, a lump suddenly forming in his throat. “Is there a way to reverse it?”
“The bond this marriage creates is so strong that not even death can truly separate you. I am sorry, but there is no way to undo what has been done. The two of you must accept this, or it will destroy you.”
“S-so you’re saying,” Will began in an unsteady voice, “that Jack and I actually are…are –married-?”
“Call it what you like, but essentially, yes.” She leaned forward across the table to emphasize her words. “Listen carefully, both of you. If you continue to deny your love for one another, the pain will increase to excruciating levels and spread throughout your bodies until it consumes you. Give in to your desires now if you do not wish to die a slow and painful death.”
There was silence for a long moment before Will pushed past the other two without saying a word. He made his way through the open back door of the house, slumping down to sit on the deck and staring off into the darkened marsh.
Hurt and anger that he couldn’t really explain, swelled in Jack’s heart until Tia Dalma asked, “What is the matter?” Jack shrugged, continuing to stare after Will.
“I think his emotions are quite understandable.”
“No, they’re not,” Jack suddenly raged. “It’s alright to be confused, I suppose, but does he have to be so upset? Does the idea of spending the rest of his life with me disgust him that much?”
“What have you lost from this union, Jack Sparrow?” the woman asked calmly. “Nothing, really. If anything you have gained. You have gained another able-bodied man for your crew as well as a lover and partner for life…but the boy, he has lost almost everything; his home, his profession as a blacksmith, his love for his fiancé, any friends or acquaintances he might have cherished…he will never see any of them again. He is not disgusted by you; he is in mourning for his old life which he loved. Surely you can understand that?”
Jack nodded, his heart softening as he stared out at Will’s hunched shoulders. He could remember clearly the passion in Will’s voice when he said that he would die for Elizabeth. He remembered also the pride and dedication Will had put into his sword crafting. Now, he was giving that all up to become a pirate…something he had never wanted to be.
“I understand,” Jack said, more to himself than to his companion. “I’ll take care of him, though. I won’t let my Will be unhappy.”
He stopped and thought about the words he had just spoken in disgust. ‘‘My Will’? Heavens above, I’m already sounding like a married man!’
As though reading his mind, Tia Dalma laughed and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Jack watched her as she slowly ascended the stairs to her upper rooms, leaving the two of them alone.
Swallowing his pride and putting on his usually teasing and flippant manner, he went to sit next to Will. “I never figured meself for the marryin’ kind, but I guess no one can escape it forever, eh?”
Will said nothing. He stared out into the darkness, his face unreadable.
Jack went on jokingly, hoping for Will to smile. “I know I’m a far cry from the fair Miss Swann, but I’m not that bad to looking, am I?” When Will continued to stare out in front of him, Jack’s façade finally cracked.
“Will.” He reached out and covered one of Will’s hands with his own. “I’m trying, lad, really I am.”
Will finally turned toward him, and the look in his eyes made Jack’s heart beat faster. There was fear and confusion, of course, but under that his eyes were filled with love.
“I’m afraid, Jack,” he whispered at last.
“I know,” Jack murmured reassuringly. “I’m not exactly confident about this little ‘arrangement,’ either, but we’ll make it work, luv.”
He leaned forward ever so slowly, stopping before their lips actually touched. Will stared at him a moment before hesitantly closing the space between them. In one swift rush, all the pain and anxieties left them as their bodies exhaled a deep breath that they hadn’t realized they’d been holding.
The kiss was soft and sweet, lips gently brushing against each other in a silent declaration of love. Jack cupped Will’s face in his hands as he deepened their connection, carefully exploring Will’s mouth with his tongue.
Will whimpered softly and placed a hand on Jack’s chest, feeling his pounding heart through the coarse linen shirt. He’d never felt this way before, not even with Elizabeth. There was something about this that was just so…-right-.
He began to explore Jack’s mouth in turn, trying to find each individual taste there. Jack tasted primarily of sweet rum, spices and tobacco, but there was also some underlying flavor that was all his own. Will smiled inwardly as he realized that Jack Sparrow did indeed taste of the sea.
It was a long time before they joined Mr. Cotton in the rowboat on the other side of the house.
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 Five: Aztec Rituals
Will winced as Jack helped him out of the lifeboat. Ever since his little talk with Jack, his palm had been throbbing constantly. It wasn’t just his hand anymore, either. The pain had spread down through his wrist and into his arm—a hot, searing sensation as though someone had replaced his bones with heated metal. From the way Jack kept his arm hanging limply at his side, he gathered that the older man was also experiencing the increased pain.
But soon it would all be over for they had finally reached this mysterious Tia Dalma’s. They’d anchored the ship off the coast of an island that Jack said had no name. He and Jack had rowed out with Mr. Cotton and his parrot, leaving Gibbs and Anamaria to look after the Pearl and her crew.
Jack had guided them through a dense marsh, thick with trees. The air was misty, limiting their sight and giving the whole place a sticky, clammy feel.
Suddenly, a house had appeared before them, built high on stilts, and now he and Jack were clambering out of the boat and onto a sturdy wooden deck that stretched all the way around the house. Jack gave the order for Mr. Cotton and his parrot to wait for them as he quickly ushered Will inside.
They found themselves in a cramped room lit by a seemingly endless supply of candles. The scent of spices, smoke, incense, and something that smelled suspiciously like blood hung heavily in the air. In a corner, petting a rather large yellow snake, was Tia Dalma herself.
“Jack Sparrow, you come to see me,” she said, rising to greet them. She smiled in what was possibly meant to be a friendly way, but as most of her teeth had been replaced by either gold or wooden ones, the effect was quite chilling. Will could see why Jack would be nervous around such a woman.
The pirate captain coughed uncomfortably and dove into a rather hasty explanation of the reason of their visit, not even bothering to introduce Will properly. He recounted the tale of their adventures with Barbossa and their strange illness in a surprisingly forward manner, without any embellishments, for once.
“Let me see your hands,” she demanded, cutting Jack off in the middle of his complaints about his recent bout of seasickness.
Obediently, Jack and Will unwrapped their injured palms, holding them out for inspection. She roughly grabbed each hand in turn, scrutinizing them carefully before hastily dropping down into a chair next to a wooden table. Will saw that strange carvings formed a sort of chart on the polished surface.
Tia Dalma carefully shook a leather pouch, muttering to herself, and dumped the contents out before her. Strange objects spilled out, their shapes entirely foreign to Will, although he could see that they were crafter out of bones, fur, feathers, and what looked like human hair.
She studied this for a long time before saying, “These dreams…what are they about?”
“Well,” Jack began hesitantly, casting an uneasy glance at Will who was staring down at his boots, his face a deep scarlet.
“Ah,” she interrupted. “I see. These dreams have been of an…intimate nature.” She studied them for a moment before abruptly changing the subject. “Tell me, Captain Sparrow, what do you know of the Aztecs and the history of the Isla de Muerta?”
Jack pondered for a moment. “I know that when Cortez and his men first encountered the Aztecs, they were—”
“I mean before that.” Seeing the bewildered look on Jack’s face, she continued patiently. “The Isla de Muerta was originally the Aztecs holy ground. It was a sacred place used only for the casting of spells, marriage ceremonies, and the burning of the dead. Women would sometimes make the journey there to give birth.”
She paused to gather up her objects and replace them in the pouch. “An Aztec marriage ceremony is centered around the mixing of the couple’s blood. It is through the blood that a bond is formed, a magical one that binds the individuals together, body and soul. On that night, when the Curse of Cortez was lifted, that ancient bond was formed between the two of you.”
Jack swallowed hard, a lump suddenly forming in his throat. “Is there a way to reverse it?”
“The bond this marriage creates is so strong that not even death can truly separate you. I am sorry, but there is no way to undo what has been done. The two of you must accept this, or it will destroy you.”
“S-so you’re saying,” Will began in an unsteady voice, “that Jack and I actually are…are –married-?”
“Call it what you like, but essentially, yes.” She leaned forward across the table to emphasize her words. “Listen carefully, both of you. If you continue to deny your love for one another, the pain will increase to excruciating levels and spread throughout your bodies until it consumes you. Give in to your desires now if you do not wish to die a slow and painful death.”
There was silence for a long moment before Will pushed past the other two without saying a word. He made his way through the open back door of the house, slumping down to sit on the deck and staring off into the darkened marsh.
Hurt and anger that he couldn’t really explain, swelled in Jack’s heart until Tia Dalma asked, “What is the matter?” Jack shrugged, continuing to stare after Will.
“I think his emotions are quite understandable.”
“No, they’re not,” Jack suddenly raged. “It’s alright to be confused, I suppose, but does he have to be so upset? Does the idea of spending the rest of his life with me disgust him that much?”
“What have you lost from this union, Jack Sparrow?” the woman asked calmly. “Nothing, really. If anything you have gained. You have gained another able-bodied man for your crew as well as a lover and partner for life…but the boy, he has lost almost everything; his home, his profession as a blacksmith, his love for his fiancé, any friends or acquaintances he might have cherished…he will never see any of them again. He is not disgusted by you; he is in mourning for his old life which he loved. Surely you can understand that?”
Jack nodded, his heart softening as he stared out at Will’s hunched shoulders. He could remember clearly the passion in Will’s voice when he said that he would die for Elizabeth. He remembered also the pride and dedication Will had put into his sword crafting. Now, he was giving that all up to become a pirate…something he had never wanted to be.
“I understand,” Jack said, more to himself than to his companion. “I’ll take care of him, though. I won’t let my Will be unhappy.”
He stopped and thought about the words he had just spoken in disgust. ‘‘My Will’? Heavens above, I’m already sounding like a married man!’
As though reading his mind, Tia Dalma laughed and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Jack watched her as she slowly ascended the stairs to her upper rooms, leaving the two of them alone.
Swallowing his pride and putting on his usually teasing and flippant manner, he went to sit next to Will. “I never figured meself for the marryin’ kind, but I guess no one can escape it forever, eh?”
Will said nothing. He stared out into the darkness, his face unreadable.
Jack went on jokingly, hoping for Will to smile. “I know I’m a far cry from the fair Miss Swann, but I’m not that bad to looking, am I?” When Will continued to stare out in front of him, Jack’s façade finally cracked.
“Will.” He reached out and covered one of Will’s hands with his own. “I’m trying, lad, really I am.”
Will finally turned toward him, and the look in his eyes made Jack’s heart beat faster. There was fear and confusion, of course, but under that his eyes were filled with love.
“I’m afraid, Jack,” he whispered at last.
“I know,” Jack murmured reassuringly. “I’m not exactly confident about this little ‘arrangement,’ either, but we’ll make it work, luv.”
He leaned forward ever so slowly, stopping before their lips actually touched. Will stared at him a moment before hesitantly closing the space between them. In one swift rush, all the pain and anxieties left them as their bodies exhaled a deep breath that they hadn’t realized they’d been holding.
The kiss was soft and sweet, lips gently brushing against each other in a silent declaration of love. Jack cupped Will’s face in his hands as he deepened their connection, carefully exploring Will’s mouth with his tongue.
Will whimpered softly and placed a hand on Jack’s chest, feeling his pounding heart through the coarse linen shirt. He’d never felt this way before, not even with Elizabeth. There was something about this that was just so…-right-.
He began to explore Jack’s mouth in turn, trying to find each individual taste there. Jack tasted primarily of sweet rum, spices and tobacco, but there was also some underlying flavor that was all his own. Will smiled inwardly as he realized that Jack Sparrow did indeed taste of the sea.
It was a long time before they joined Mr. Cotton in the rowboat on the other side of the house.
TBC