The Price of Rum

Title: The Price of Rum (9/?)

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack Sparrow/Will Turner

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: AU-ish rape/non-con and violence, and Slash because….well, why not?
hivehive: It can be put in any list archive that I’ve posted at, anywhere else please ask.

Disclaimer: I so don’t own any of this, I wish believe me, but no it’s all crap.

Feedback: shoot me.

Beta: NightRider

Author’s Notes: I’m the biggest ass on the face of the planet. I’m finally 20 now too.

A/N 2: Speech “blah”; thts hts ‘blah’; passage of time/scene change~*~*~*~*~

Dedication: Dear god I’m retarded. Well here ya go Shadowess. Oh this chapter contains suicidal thoughts because they’ve come a creeping again. I’m listening to Mad World from the Donnie Darko movie. You should definitely check out the movie although you may need to watch it a few times to figure it out. So yeah, listen to the song…it’s good. I have a headache. Morphious=> Greek god of dreams. This is supposed to take place a few days after tast ast chapter.


A quiet cabin cast in shadow. Two small figures lying intertwined on the bed, lost in the world of Morphious. Soft melodic breathing filled the room like a small choir of angels. Jack slowly opened his eyes to find the beautiful face his lover, his reason for living. Will was the only person that he ever told about his past. Going through the same torture mad him feel closer to his lover than he’d ever felt to anyone else. How ironic, such a horrible thing brought them closer together. Perhaps every dark cloud did have a silver lining.

He reached out and gently stroked the velvety skin, pulling Will closer. It was because of his angel that Jack had just awoken from the best night of sleep he’d had in twenty years. One night, one teenaged blacksmith, and about four bottles of rum was all it took…how ironic. It had been almost a week and Jack still had no nightmares.

Will stirred and leaned in closer to Jack before he too made the journey back to reality. He smiled sleepily when he saw Jack and kissed the palm that was caressing his face. Will sighed and snuggled up closer to his older lover, enjoying the warmth and comfort. They lay together enjoying the serenity of simply being together again.

They heard the sounds of the crew moving around and the sea crashing against the walls. The gentle rocking of the ocean always made getting out of bed even harder. The two lovers looked at each other, gazing onto the other’s chocolate depths. Jack leaned forward, capturing Will’s lips in an expressive kiss. He poured all his love and affection into it and felt every emotion returned with equal vigor.

“I love you,” Jack whispered against Will’s lips. Will never felt more secure than in his lover’s embrace. He wrapped his arms around Jack’s waist kissed his tanned neck.

“My back hurts,” he confessed softly, burying his face in the crock of Jack’s neck.

“We need to wash your wounds again,” Jack replied. It was more of a warning for the youth. Jack knew Will hated having them touched. “I’ll get Jonathan,” he mumbled rising from the bed. Will grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

“Can’t you do it?” he pleaded, his eyes wide and innocent. Jack smiled understandingly and nodded.

“Just let me get the healing supplies, savvy?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows quizzically. Will nodded and snuggled back into the covers. Jack chuckled at the precious sight before heading out of the room.

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“Will you be joining us above deck today, Captain?” Ana Maria asked smirking mischievously. She had seen Jack leave his room and followed him to the hull. Jack almost dropped the bottle of salve he was holding at the unexpected company.

“No /madam/, I shant,” he replied mockingly, as he saluted and winked. She laughed at the gesture and shook her head.

“I thought not,” she laughed before growing serious. “Do…do tell William that I hope he gets well soon,” she said sounding sympathetic. Jack frowned, but nodded. She patted his shoulder before she turned and left. Jack sighed before making his way back to his cabin.

“Time for your bath Master Turner,” he cooed, gently rousing Will from his sleep. Will cracked open one eye and smiled impishly.

“You’re awful hairy for a nurse aren’t you?” he teased. Jack stuck out his tongue and placed his supplies on the nightstand. He gently pulled back the sheet exposing Will’s whip lashed back. He grimaced at the sight and turned back to the small bowl of warm water. He dunked a clean rag in and rung it out, allowing the excess to splash back in.

Jack gingerly cleaned the wounds, trying to cause as little pain as possible. He hated hearing Will’s small gasps and hisses of pain. He would apologize profusely but Will always told him it was unnecessary. Once he finished cleaning them Jack spread some more healing salve on them to help prevent infection. He then moved to rewrap Will’s wrist and checked on the injuries on his chest. He put salves on those as well and replaced the bandage on Will’s burn. Jack was so engulfed in taking care of Will’s injuries he almost missed the timid question.

“When…when do you think I’ll…be able to walk again?” Will looked up at Jack with vulnerable eyes. Jack had to look away. He busied himself with tending to the torn flesh around Will’s ankle.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, using honesty for once. He heard the upset sigh and wished he had a more comforting answer. “Don’t worry love…I’ll help you through it.”

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“Come on Will…just one more try?” Jack encouraged, gently rubbing Will’s shoulders. Will shook his head.

“I can’t…it’ll hurt…I don’t want any more pain,” he whined.

“I know you’re tired love, but you have to do this…don’t let those bastards win!” Jack seethed, trying to hide his annoyance. He understood what Will was going through but he also knew that now was the the time to coddle. Will /had/ to recover. “It’s been two weeks William. You need to try again!” he heard Will sniffle and gave him a kiss to his temple, “Please.”

“I know…you’re right,” he groaned. “I’m being rather childish,” he admitted, slightly embarrassed. Will really didn’t want to try walking again. The last attempt had been horrible. They tried far too early and he had ended up tearing himself again when he fell. Will shook the memory from his head and took a deep breath. He leaned heavily on Jack as he helped him stand. Will whimpered and closed his eyes. It hurt, not as bad as the last time though.

“Are you okay? Did you tear again?” Jack asked worried. Will shook his head and took a calming breath.

“No. I didn’t tear…but it’s painful…I can stand it I though,” he reassured shakily, beads of sweat forming on his brow. He had a shooting pain from the base of his spine up his body and down his legs. “Let’s try moving,” he suggested, smiling in an attempt to ease his lover’s concern. Jack looked him over and then nodded.

Will took a shaky step forward, still relying mostly on Jack’s weight to support him. He gasped at almost every step, but insisted they keep going. When they made it to the far wall he panted led leaned against the wall. He looked back at their bed and thought it couldn’t be further away. He felt his legs wobbling and held onto Jack.

“Maybe I should carry you back?” the pirate offered, feeling guilty that he may have pushed Will too much.

“No. I can make it…just…give me a little time,” Will insisted. He took a few more deep breaths and then continued the journey back to the safety of their shared bed. He plopped back down onto the mattress and took a few relaxing breaths. “That…was worse than drinking rum,” Will teased tiredly, knowing he’d pissed off his lover.

“Now watch what you say about the rum!” Jack boomed, mocking a self-righteous zealot. Will laughed and rolled over onto his stomach, he was most comfortable in this position.

“Jack…where are going?” he asked somewhat nervously. He didn’t want to be near anything that would even remotely remind him of Bradley…he was also afraid of Barbossa coming for him again. He knew they hadn’t found him and it frightened him more than he let on.

“Oh yes I meant to tell you. Apparently it’s a very nice place, quiet peaceful…wait until we get there eh?” Jack bragged, obviously proud of his bad reputation. Will chuckled and pulled Jack down onto the bed and cuddled up next to him.

“What’s it called?” he asked tired, but excited.

“Oh what did he call it? Ja-Jared…Joppy…Jar-jargun…Jarrett! Yes that’s it! Port Jarrett! Craig suggested it. Says he grew up there. It sounds lovely,” he explained, worried that Will would disapprove.

“Sounds nice,” Will admitted honestly. He wouldn’t mind a little peace and quiet for a while. The two lovers lay in silence for a while, allowing the movement of the ship to gently rock themformfortingly.

“When are you going to come back up on deck,” Jack asked quietly. He felt Will stiffen slightly and frowned. He didn’t want to start another fight but he was worried that Will never left their cabin anymore. Will looked up at him with sad, understanding eyes and sighed.

“Tomorrow?” he asked softly. Jack understood. Walking today, facing the crew tomorrow. Jack smiled and placed a gentle kiss to Will’s lips.

“Aye. Tomorrow.”

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Will stood at the bow of the ship. His hair blew free in the wind, gently caressing his face. He wore one of Jack’s shirts and a loose pair of pants that hugged his hips. He was staring down at the sea again. It had become his morning ritual. Every morning he awoke from a nightmare and snuck out of Jack’s room and came out to stare down at the ocean.

“It would be so easy,” he told himself, watching as yet another big wave splashed against the ship. “I could just throw myself in and end all of it. Sweet oblivion.” He felt his eyes water again and felt the warm liquid seep down his face. His hands fisted on the railing and he grunted in anger and frustration. “Why can’t I do?! I am weak!” he hissed, “Why do I always see his face when I do this?” he moaned. He wanted to throw himself in everyday since he was able to walk again…but he never did.

The closest he came was actually standing on the railing, while holding one of the ropes. He had even leaned forward…but he never let go of the rope. He sighed and slowly hobbled his way back to the Captain’s quarters. Walking was still difficult for him but he was determined. He opened the door delicately as not to make any noise and ambled over to the bed. He gingerly laid down on the mattress and turned towards Jack. He smiled as Jack instinctively pulled him into an embrace. Will stared at the sleeping face and felt a sense of bittersweet. It was the same face that kept him from jumping every morning.

Whenever he looked down at the ocean all he saw was Jack’s face. Even when he tried closing his eyes it didn’t work. He saw memories of their time together, of Jack happy and smiling, his gold teeth shinning in the sun. He saw Jack at the wheel with his Captain’s face on, shouting orders. He saw Jack’s face when they used to make love, his eyes so full of love and affection…he missed that one most of all. Then finally he saw the way Jack had looked when he had told him about what Barbossa had done. He hated that one.

Will shook his head and leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to Jack’s forehead. As always Jack’s face scrunched up as he slowly made his way back to the land of the living. His eyes fluttered and then slowly opened. He smiled as soon as he saw Will’s angelic face, and he reached out to caress it. Will leaned into the touch and kissed Jack’s palm.

“Lovelier than the sunrise,” he rasped, his voice sounding tired. He ran his hand through Will’s hair stopping at the back of his head to pull the youth in for a kiss. It was tender and meant only for affection. Jack had been very understanding about not forcing any sexual activity. Will was very grateful. He knew that there were certain activities that didn’t require penetration, which still wasn’t a possibility even if Will wanted to, but Jack never even brought them up. All Jack did was kiss him and hold him close at night. At first Will thought it was Jack’s way to make sure he felt secure. However, after seeing the way Jack always whined when he pulled away secretly in the wee hours of the morning, he started to think it was for Jack’s reassurance. He figured it was Jack making sure that neither of them was alone, and that they were safe.

“I love you,” Will whispered against Jack’s lips.

“Well good! Otherwise I think this would me me another slap across the face eh?” he joked sliding his hand down Will’s back until it rested at the base of his spine. He held back the frown he wanted to make when he felt Will’s whip marks. He didn’t want William thinking his body disgusted him. Will had been very self-conscious of his body and his appearance since being rescued. Jack hated it. It had taken him so much time to erase the damage /Brown/ had done; now he had to contend with Barbossa’s handy work.

“You so perfect, angel,” he smiled, pulling Will closer and intertwining their legs. Will smiled shyly, giving a laugh of disbelief as he lowered his head. He played with the loose strings on the hem of Jack’s shirt. Jack had starting wearing shirts to bed as well, seeing how uncomfortable any nudity made his lover. “Why are you wearing my shirt? Hey, that’s my favorite!” he huffed playfully tugging on the sleeve. Will laughed and batted his hand away.

“I know it is…that’s why I’m wearing it…smells like you,” Will explained softly, his melodic voice sounding slightly embarrassed.

“Ah ‘tis a fine stench isn’t it?” Jack bragged facetiously, his voice loud and gravely. The two locked eyes for a second before they dissolved into fits of laughter. “There’s the smile I love so much.”

“You’re so strange Jack,” Will wheezed, trying to catch his breath from his chuckle fit.

“Aye, ‘tis true…but it’s charming on me right?” Will kissed his nose, smiling sweetly.

“Right.” Jack nodded confidently and smirked. They laid together in comfortable silence until a small rumble caused them to chuckle.

“Guess I’m hungry eh?” Jack quipped, gently releasing Will and rolling off the bed. “I’ll go get us something tasty!” he yapped, leaning down to give Will one more kiss before he trotted out the door. Will chortled at Jack’s playful run but it died the second the door closed. He hated having to lie to Jack, but if the man really knew how miserable he was it would worry him. Jack had enough worries. He propped himself up against the headboard and held Jack’s pillow to his chest. He inhaled deeply enjoying the scent of his lover.

“Don’t cry,” he warned himself angrily feeling his eyes watering. “Don’t cry,” he snapped again as his lip started quivering. “Don’t cry!” he whimpered softly as he finally felt the hot tears run down his cheeks. He buried his face in the pillow and cried. He didn’t know why he did this every morning! Why couldn’t he be strong? He started rocking trying to comfort himself.

Footsteps outside the door told him Jack was returning and he quickly wiped his eyes and replaced Jack’s soaked pillow with his own before he leaned back against the tear dampened pillow and tried to look casual. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times and tucked it behind his ears. When Jack entered he carried a tray of delicious smelling food. He placed it at the foot of the bed before he climbed back in. When he turned to give Will some food he noticed the red rimmed eyes.

“What wrong, Will?” he asked frowning. The young man looked at him with feigned ignorance and starting fidgeting.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine…is that jam?” he asked with more enthusiasm than necessary, trying to change the subject. Jack was not amused.

“Probably. What’s the matter?” he asked sternly. Will started to look nervous and he laughed softly, turning back to the tray.

“I love strawberry jam…do we have any bread?” he asked trying to maintain his composure.

“Why were you crying William?” Jack persisted, getting annoyed at Will’s sidestepping. Will worried his bottom lip and felt his eyes watering again. He laughed out of place and shook his head looking at Jack as if the pirate had just made a joke.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…there’s the bread! Could you hand me some?” he asked almost desperately. Jack grunted in frustration.

“Tell me why you were crying and I will,” he snapped, starting to lose his patience. Will started shaking and Jack grimaced at the old reaction. He’d noticed it when they first started traveling together. Any time someone became angry Will would shake, anticipating an attack. He had managed to rid the lad of the old habit, convincing him that not everyone hit when they were angry. Barbossa must have brought it back again.

He noticed Will blinking his eyes more frequently, a pathetic attempt to stop the tears. He sighed and pulled Will into a hug. He soon felt the tears on his shoulder and the familiar sobs raking his lover’s slight frame. He gingerly rubbed Will’s mostly healed back and whispered comforting words in his ear. This happened from time to time. Will had been making big leaps in his recovery but he broke down every once in a while. He felt Will calming, but still holding on.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered into Jack’s chest. Jack squeezed him tighter and kissed the top of his head.

“No need to apologize love,” he spoke softly. “It’s good to get it out. Don’t want to rot inside do you? Then I’d have to tie you to the sails to air you out,” he teased. He was rewarded with a small laugh from Will. “Alright then…food!” Jack announced excitedly. Will laughed again and moved away so they could both eat.


Tbc…


Sorry ladies I know it was a short chapter and not very interesting but next chapter there is more action! Even another near death experience for our favorite little Blacksmith! *clears throat and dawns fangirl voice*

“Oh William, how will you /ever/ get out of this one?!” *faint*

Hehehehehe, I’m /such/ an ass!