Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (6/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Anamaria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, stealing, naughty behavior…

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness ly….ly….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya! Two years younger than me and she already knows more about grammar than I ever will!

Feedback: Hot digety damn!

Summary: Jack finds a new hideout and tries to figure out what to do with Will. Elizabeth goes insane with worry and… I don’t know what else!

Author’s Notes: Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’. Okay here we go!

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Jack drove around the outskirts of Port Royal looking for another remote location that would be a good place to hold up for a few days before he could contact someone he knew. He was out in the sticks and noticed a nice little cabin. It was dark and it looked as though the grass had gone uncut for quite some time.

“Looks promising,” he mumbled to himself, pulling up slowly. He pulled the van up a few yards past the driveway and parked. “I’m going to check something out. Try anything and I’ll kill you,” he warned, hopping out of the van and slamming the door.

Will waited until he heard Jack’s footsteps fading away before he sprang into action. He twisted and squirmed, trying desperately to get his handcuffed wrists down his body. he he could get his hands in front of his body he could at least take the tape off and scream for help. He mewled in pain at the awkward positions he had to get into before he finally managed to slip his wrists past his feet. He panted for a few moments and let his shoulders rest, before ripping off the tape.

“Ah!” he yelped, “I really should’ve done that slower,” he moaned, rubbing his lips. He found his shoes off to his right and put them on hurriedly. Next he looked for Jack’s bag and wiggled over when he found it. If Jack kept the handcuffs in there, then that’s where the key should be. Will shifted through leather, condoms, lube, boxers, eyeliner and alike, but found no key.

“Where the hell is it?” He was almost in tears from frustration and panic. He heard Jack’s footsteps coming back to the van and almost started to sob. He continued to search frantically until he reached the bottom of the bag and gasped.

“A gun,” he whispered. This could work for him; if he had the weapon than Jack would have to listen to /him/. Just as the driver side door opened Will grabbed the revolver and raised it towards where Jack’s head would be.

“We’re in luck! Nobody’s hom…” Jack stopped his sentence when he looked up to find himself staring down the barrel of his own gun. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, mate?” he asked somewhat shocked. Will’s hands were shaking and his breathing was erratic.

“Where’s the key?” he asked sternly, his voice quavering. Jack smirked at the display. This kid obviously never held a gun before.

“It’s in my pocket, safe and sound. Now would you mind putting down my gun?” he said calmly, acting as if the kid was pointing a pen at him.

“Give it to me or… I’ll shoot,” Will warned, his hands shaking more and more. He mentally willed them to stop but they just weren’t listening.

“Good luck mate… that gun’s not loaded,” Jack seethed. He advanced on Will causing the boy to inch back as best he could.

“No, stay back!” he shouted as Jack dove im aim and wrestled the gun from his hands. Will felt the barrel pressed unhis his chin and he looked up confused, “You said it wasn’t loaded,” he whispered.

“I lied,” Jack grumbled, jerking Will into a sitting position. He opened the side door and flopped Will over his shoulder, carrying to to the house.

“Help me! Somebody!” Will screamed, kicking and squirming. He pounded his hands on Jack’s back causing the man to sigh in frustration. He grabbed Will’s hips and threw him to the ground violently. He was at the end of his rope.

“Nobody can hear you!” he boomed. “We’re out in the sticks! The next neighbor ain’t for another five miles, so just shut up and do what you’re told!” Will glared up at him, tears of frustration and rage prickling his eyes.

“Why are you doing this?!” he shouted, clearly aggravated and upset. “I just want to go home! I won’t tell the police, just let me go,” he started to dissolve and put his head in his hands. He curled his knees up to his chest and started rocking. Jack pulled on his hair and roared out his annoyance.

“This was /not/ my idea! I just wanted to knock over a liquor store or a few gas stations! But nooooo, I had to run into an old buddy who convinced me kidnapping’s the way to go! /Real/ easy he tells me. Then it turns out he just used me to find his latest rape victim and now I’m stuck! So if I’m going to go through all this crap than I’m going to get some /goddamn money/!” Jack screeched, not caring how ludicrous it made him look. “Now stop being stupid!” he scolded as he swooped Will up and threw him over his shoulder again.

“Let me go!” Will yelled again. Jack roared in anger and twisted the skin on Will’s side, just above his pants. “Ahhh!” Will whined, as the surprising intense pain shot through him.

“I said QUIET!” Jack growled as he marched to the house and kicked in the door. He was at the end of his patience. He stomped up the stairs and searched the bedrooms, finding one with a daybed that had an intricately designed backboard he smiled. “This will do nicely,” he quipped, plopping Will down onto the mattress.

“What are you doing?!” Will asked fearfully, as Jack leaned over him. He panicked and kicked Jack in the groin. Jack’s eyes widened in pain and his breath hitched painfully. He groaned, eyes rolling back into his skull and fell to the floor, holding his crotch. Will scurried back on the mattress as best he could with his wrists and ankles handcuffed. He was trying to get as far away from Jack as he could. When he hit the wall he looked to the door and then at Jack.

He knew he wouldn’t get far with his ankles cuffed together. Jack was still rolling around in pain. ‘Ie toe to try,’ he thought. He hopped off the bed and waddled over to his captor. He just had to get the key on Jack’s belt loop… then he could make a run for it. Jack seemed only concerned with his injured area and Will didn’t even think Jack knew he was still there. He kneeled down next to the biker and reached for the key.

Jack had his back to Will and he was still breathing funny. Will removed the key and opened the handcuffs as fast as he could; he then undid his hands too. He had stood up and started to bolt for the door when he felt a hand on his ankle.

“That… was… very… bad,” Jack panted out, his face still scrunched in pain. Will yelped and jerked his foot free. He bolted out the door and down the stairs. “Get back here you pain in my ass!” He heard Jack scream bd hid him. He felt a surge of adrenaline just as he headed out the door. He had no idea where he would go… he didn’t have the keys to the van.

He heard Jack behind him and panicked. He knew Jack would catch him on the road so he made for the woods; maybe he could lose him in there and make for the road later. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. He brushed past twigs and branches that caught at his already ripped shirts and pulled more hair from his ponytail. He heard Jack practically on his heels and he darted to the left. He was panting so hard it was hard to hear anything else.

He turned to see how far behind Jack was and didn’t see him. A flash of relief went through him until he felt a sharp pain in his ankle, and cried out. He’d tripped on an upraised root and twisted it, tumbling to the ground. He looked around frantically, trying to see where Jack was, but he didn’t see him. He crawled over to the tree whose root he’d tripped over and used it to help him to his feet. He gingerly put weight on his anknd ynd yipped in pain.

“Shit!” he gasped. His one chance to get away and he blew it! He heard rustling and turned around to find Jack heading straight for him. “No,” he moaned distraughtly. He tried to hop away but he fell after four hops. He crawled away as best he could but Jack caught him easily. He felt Jack’s weight pushing him into the ground and whimpered in pain.

“You are becoming more trouble than I care to deal with,” Jack threatened darkly.

“P-please don’t kill me; I’m sorry… I-I-I thought you were going to h-hurt me like the others,” he pleaded, feeling his eyes tear up. The grip on his shoulder tightened and he flinched. He heard Jack sigh and flip him over onto his back. Will pulled his shirt closed and blushed slightly. He wasn’t comfortable with his body anymore. Jack stared at him as if he was contemplating what to do.

Jack reached out and tucked a few strands of loose hair behind Will’s ear. The action was so gentle it took Will by surprise. Jack made an annoyed noise in his throat and leaned back. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Will.

“The next time you run away… I’m taking your clothes and making you walk around naked.” His voice was a complete monotone and he looked deadly serious. Will squeaked in fear and tried to sink into the ground, clutching his shirt. “Understood?” he asked sternly. Will swallowed hard and nodded his head.

“Y-yes,” he whispered meekly. Jack smirked and grabbed Will by the front of his shirt pulling him up.

“Good.” He pulled Will to a standing position and wrapped an arm around Will’s waist and flopped Will’s arm around his neck. “Now let’s get some food and send a letter to your family saying that I’ll murder you horribly if they don’t give me two million dollars,” Will’s head snapped to the side and he stared at Jack unbelievingly. Jack said that so calmly Will wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious. He suddenly had a sinking feeling in his stomach and he knew he /had/ to get away.
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Elizabeth leaned back in the seat of the limo and sighed. She couldn’t believe how long it was taking to get to their house. There was an unusual amount of traffic and her worry over the safety of her sibling certainly didn’t make the time go by quicker. She wanted to get home so they could start looking for him.

“Can’t you take another route?” she asked somewhat impatiently, not caring if she sounded spoiled.

“Sorry Ms. Swann, this is the only one I know,” he said softly, obviouslbarrbarrassed. She huffed and flopped back again, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Will could be /dying/ and I’m stuck here helpless!” she seethed to herself, tapping her foot impatiently and worrying her bottom lip. She looked out the window and noticed her driver letting yet another person in and not taking any offensive driving moves. She gave an aggravated growl and punched the seat. “That’s it!” she shouted. She climbed over the back of the diver’s seat and plunked down in the passenger side.

“Move!” she hollered. The driver looked at her perplexed and she grabbed him by the coat sleeve and dragged him across her. He yelped in surprise and fell very clumsily to the floor of the passenger side. Elizabeth quickly took the driving position and snapped on her seatbelt. “Better buckle up Frank, I’ve watched a lot of car chases!” she said calmly, with an insane twinkle in her eye. Frank gulped and hurried to secure himself.

“So… how does this baby handle off-roading?” she asked darkly,lingling as she turned the limo into gear and slammed on the gas. She plowed off the road and took out three bushes in the process.

“FUCKING CHRIST!” Frank screeched as they hit a divot and went airborne.

“Don’t worry I know what I’m doing! (1)” she said confidently as she took out a few trashcans and barely missed an on coming car. “Daddy’s going to need to take this in for a tune up,” she mumbled to herself as she heard the passenger side headlight break.

Ten minutes later they pulled up to the mansion. The engine fell out of the car as soon as Elizabeth parked it, and steam shot out of the hood. Frank was pale and trembling. He swore he had actually /seen/ death coming for him. Elizabeth laughed and smacked the wheel in triumph.

“ And And I don’t even have my license yet, can you believe it?” she asked rhetorically, as she jumped back to get her backpack. “See you later Frank!” she shouted over her shoulder as she ran into the house, leaving a very terrified, twitching chauffer in her wake.

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“Hmmm, not much of a selection here,” Jack mumbled as he pilfered through the cabinets. He had Will sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, his hands handcuffed behind his back and an icepack on his ankle. “You like pasta?” Jack asked, peaking out from behind one of the doors to look at the boy quizzically.

“Yes,” Will said softly, not making eye contact. His shirt was mostly open and he felt very embarrassed; he was filthy too.

“Me too. Alrighty then, pasta it is!” He took the box out before he clunked around in the lower cabinets looking for a suitable pot. “I wonder if they have the sauce I like,” Jack mumbled to himself as he filled the pot with water. He had to wait for the water to boil so he grabbed the seat next to Will, turning it around and straddling it. He stared at Will curiously and put his finger under Will’s chin and forced him to look at him.

“So, what’s it like to grow up with everything?” he asked, using his thumb to play with the light goatee. Will felt his lip tremble at the contact and tried to pull away, but Jack just pulled him closer. He shrugged and ignored the hand that picked some small pieces of grass and leaf from his chest, lingering longer than necessary.

“Oh, come on now… that’s not a real answer… what was it like?” he cooed, nuzzling Will’s neck. Jack knew it made the teen uncomfortable and he was doing it as payback for the powerful kick the boy had delivered to his family jewels.

“I-I-I miss my real parents,” Will confessed softly, feeling his eyes water. Jack froze in his ministrations and leaned back to look at Will, completely baffled.

“Huh?” Will sniffled and closed his eyes, trying to hold back the pain he’d buried for so many years.

“I was adopted,” he mumbled, staring at the ground. “My parents died in a car crash when I was six,” he said brokenheartedly. Jack laughed cynically, this kid was full of surprises. Jack observed Will for the first real time. He knew the kid was attractive, but he didn’t realize how enticing he was. Will looked so vulnerable. Jack caressed Will’s cheek and pulled their faces close together. Will held his breath and licked his suddenly very dry lips. He felt a tremor of fear go through him as Jack pressed their foreheads together.

Jack brushed his lips against Will’s trembling ones and felt a surge of arousal go through him. He pressed his lips against Will’s and started to force the timid lips open. He was so lost in the sweet flavor of the boy he didn’t realize Will was shaking. He felt moisture on his cheek and pulled back curiously… Will was crying. Jack didn’t know why that bothered him so much, but it did. He felt slightly embarrassed and fumbled over what to say.

“Water’s boiling,” he mumbled getting up and moving over to the stove. He poured the noodles into the boiling water and stirred until they were finally ready. He found a jar of sauce and mixed in the amount he liked before getting two plates and piling the pasta on each. “Iesn’esn’t taste too bad actually,” he said, somewhat impressed with himself. He held up a forkful for Will who hesitantly ate what was offered him.

Will didn’t know what to make of Jack. The man seemed to be nicer than Gibbs, but then he threatened to kill him, a few minutes ago he was kissing him against his will, and now he was feeding him. He licked a drop of sauce off the corner of his mouth and noticed Jack squirm in his seat. What was it with older men? Why did they always take everything he did as an enticement?
ey fey finished eating and Jack carried Will up the stairs. He brought him back to the room with the daybed and plopped him down again, this time in a sitting position. He pushed Will back and unlocked the handcuffs. He attached Will’s left wrist to the backboard and then used the other pair of handcuffs to secure Will’s right wrist. All of that said and done, Jack taped Will’s mouth again, just to be on the safe side. Will frowned behind the tape and pulled weakly at the bonds… there would be no escape.


Tbc….


(1) This is something that leaves my mouth quite often when driving when one of my victims… I mean!… passengers! Starts to get worried about my daredevil antics behind the wheel…. it’s usually me mum. And I DO hit trashcans and I lost a light…. it’s most satisfying! They make a nice thud and it’s usually harmless… quells the rage and keeps me from running down pedestrians…. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

I didn't post this one already, did I? I'm so lost it's not even funny.... although I am snickering!