Leave Me Lying Here

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Title: Leave Me LyHereHere (7/?) Copyright 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

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

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, uncaring father, some forced affections…not full out rape though so don’t fret. ^_~

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 really….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 the crimson beta!

Feedback: Aw come on!

Summary: Elizabeth realizes her father isn’t the man she thought he was, Jack tries to force himself on Will and Barbossa plots some more…We hates him precious, yesssss, hates him! Put out his eyeses! *gollum, gollum* Sorry…watching Two Towers too much.

Author’s Notes: I’m going to fail college because I have slashitis! Ha!

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

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“Daddy! There’s a note here for you! I think it’s a ransom note! They have Will; he’s in trouble!” Elizabeth wailed as she came running into her father’s study. She looked terribly upset, her face flushed from crying and her eyes puffy. She hadn’t slept well since Will had gone missing two days ago either. She handed the letter to her father and sniffled, hugging one of Will’s shirts.

Governor Swann gave his daughter a sympathetic smile but he observed the note with apathy. He opened it and read it calmly; enclosed was the snapshot Jack had taken when they first kidnapped him. He was surprised to find that Will had actually been kidnapped instead of running off with that older male lover of his. He read how much the man wanted and scoffed.

“Two million dollars! He must be crazy! I’m not paying that much for that ungrateful stain of a human. Hell, he’s not even mine!” He sneered and threw the letter down on his desk. Elizabeth regarded her father with shock and horror.

“How can you say that about Will?! He’s part of this family, my big brother!” she cried, getting furious with the man she’d looked up to for so many years.

“He’s /not/ your brother! I never should have taken him in. I thought it would be good publicity but now he’ll ruin me if his /perversion/ gets leaked to the press.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief. She and Will always knew that their father was homophobic, but to believe that he would actually condemn Will to /die/ was like slamming into a brick wall going 90mph.

“Father,” she sneered through her tears, “when you adopt a child it /makes/ them a part of the family. I can’t believe you can just reject him because you’re worried about your image. Daddy, they’ll /kill/ him!” she shrieked, tears pouring out her eyes, she snatched up the photo of Will gagged and bound and shoved it in his face, her hand shaking. “Look at him. He’s your son! If he dies, his blood is on /your/ hands and I’ll /never/ forgive you, you old bastard!” she snarled, losing her last thread of control.

Her father seemed unimpressed and she huffed in disgust before turning and running from the room. She ran to her room and threw herself on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. Poor Will! She had to get him back, but she had no way to pay the ransom herself.

“I have to find him,” she gasped. She got off her bed and started to pack her backpack. “If Father won’t look for him… than I will,” she said determinedly, sniffling slightly.

Downstairs, in the study, Governor Swann read the letter over again. He stared at the picture and sighed. Will looked so scared.

did didn’t look scared when he was kissing that other faggot now did he?” he growled, the pictures Barbossa showed him flashing before his eyes. The instructions in the letter said he would be getting a call to set up the details of the drop off. He laughed. What a surprise the punk would get when he called and Swann refused to pay.

“Almost wish I could ses fas face,” he quipped smugly.

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Jack dialed the number he’d gotten from Will and bounced around nervously. He really wasn’t comfortable with this… but he /needed/ that money. The phone rang four times and Jack almost thought the bugger wouldn’t pick up.

“Your child’s life hangs in the balance and you let the phone ring /four/ times?” he shouted into the receiver upon hearing an answer.

“Oh, sorry, I was doing some paper work, reelections are only a few months away,” Governor Swann beamed. Jack scoffed in disbelief and smacked his head in frustration.

“I’m so happy for you. I want you to put the money in an unmarked duffle bag and leave it…”

“I won’t be paying that,” Swann answered plainly, as if discussing an overdue bill. Jack was flabbergasted. He didn’t know what to do.

‘I knew I should have stuck with petty theft,’ he mentally whined, banging his forehead against the phone booth glass. “What do you mean you’re not paying? I’ll kill the little twerp, he’s been nothing but a pain in my ass!” Jack yelled, trying to sound intimidating.

“I don’t care anymore, he’s become a stain on my reputation… do what you want with the faggot, I don’t care,” he said bitterly and hung up the phone, leaving a very shocked, very perplexed Jack on the other end.

“UNFUCKNIG BELIEVABLE!” he screamed, banging the phone against the base and cursing like a drunken pirate. “Now what the fuck am I supposed to do with the brat?! I can’t just let him go!” he stopped ranting when he noticed he was attracting attention and panted, trying to control himself.

He stared at the people staring at him and threw his hands up in frustration. “The bitch is cheating on me again! Can you believe it?”

The bystanders laughed and went back to their own lives, no longer caring about the ne pne phone booth man. ‘I’ll have to kill him, plain and simple,’ he thought, his nerves frayed and blistering. His eye twitched and every muscle in his body was tense. He left the phone booth and hopped back into the van, driving back to the ‘borrowed’ hideout.

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Elizabeth had a small bag packed and was sneaking down the stairs. She was dressed in her blue jeans and light gray button up sweater with the embroidered flowers on the upper right cr. r. Her white sneakers squeaked slightly on the recently waxed floor and she cursed under her breath.

“And where are you going?” A dark voice asked coyly from behind her. She yelped and jumped in shock, turning around to glare at the wicked man she knew was behind her.

“None of your damn business,” she hissed, before turning around and trotting down the stairs. Barbossa laughed and grabbed her shoulder, squeezing painfully tight.

“You ry shy shouldn’t speak thay tay to your elders,” he sneered. She squirmed in his hold to no avail. Finally getting frustrated she bit his hand causing him to scream in pain and release her. Unfortunately, when Barbossa released her, Elizabeth lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs. She screamed, smacking her head and knocking her unconscious. She lay at the bottom in a heap.

“Oh, dear, poor baby…” he said evilly, before pretending to be worried and running to her side. “Someone get some help!”

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Will was desperately trying to free his hand from the cuff. He had been pulling so hard he worked his skin raw and it hurt terribly. He didn’t know how much time he had left before Jack got back and he needed a good head start with his ankle. He sighed in frustration as yet another attempt to pull free went awry. Finally he gave up and leaned his head against the wall. He still co’t b’t believe this was happening to him. First Avery, now this, and god only knows what would happen to Lizzie without him there to look after her.

He heard the van pull up and the front door slam and felt his pulse quicken. He didn’t know what to make of Jack… he was too much of a wild card. He heard the boots thump and chains rattle as Jack came up the stairs, obviously in a hurry.

‘Maybe Dad paid the ransom,’ he dared to hope. He /really/ wanted to go home. Jack burst into the room, pulling out his revolver and pointed it directly at Will’s forehead. Will looked at him, shocked and fearful. He shook his head in disbelief and tears immediately filled his eyes. ‘No!’ He didn’t want to die.

“Sorry, kid… daddy didn’t pay,” Jack said calmly, cocking the gun and continuing to point it at Will. The teen was frantic. He started pleading from behind the tape, tears falling down his face. Jackerveerved the scene curiously. It was very erotic. The kid was so vulnerable, sitting on the bed, handcuffed, gagged and his shirt was mostly ripped, exposing the smooth supple skin of his chest. Jack rolled his eyes and ripped the tape off. “What was that?” he said nonchalantly.

“Please don’t kill me! I don’t wanna die! Please, I’ll do anything!” Will sobbed, “I’m sorry I gave you so much trouble!” Will was shaking he was so scared; he thought he’d throw up, but he was afraid of making Jack angry. Jack smirked and lowered the gun.

“Anything eh?” He moved to the bed and straddled Will’s lap. Will flinched as he felt the barrel pressed against his temple and then the hand that stroked his face. He was still shaking as Jack leaned forward to nuzzle and kiss his neck.

“It’s been a long time since I had any… company…” he panted into Will’s delicate ear before he took the lobe betwixt his teeth and tugged. Will gasped and whimpered, obviously uncomfortable. Jack ran his hand up Will’s neck and tugged his hair free, running his fingers through the silky curls and purring in satisfaction. “You smell good.”

“I-I-Isn’t there anything e-else you w-want?” Will whined. He didn’t want to have to let the biker rape him… he couldn’t. “P-p-please…” he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to ignore what was happening to him.

Jack pulled back and jerked Will’s head back so they were forced to make eye contact. “You want to live don’t you?!” Jack hissed, running the gun over Will’s quivering bottom lip.

“Ahhh, ow!” Will cried out in pain as Jack pulled on his hair again. “Y-yes,” he squeaked, feeling more pathetic than he ever had in his life.

“Then do what you’re told and I promise I won’t kill you, savvy?” Jack asked impatiently. Will stared at him for a moment, tears streaming down his cheeks, before he took a deep breath and hesitantly nodded his head. “Good boy,” Jack quipped, kissing Will gently, before he unlocked the handcuffs. Will rubbed his wrists and hissed in pain as he aggravated the already sensitive skin there.

Jack wasted no time. He roughly pulled off Will’s school shirt and then he finished ripping the t-shirt underneath right off. Will’s breath hitched and he covered his chest as best he could, shrinking back against the wall. Jack covered the distance and dug his hand into Will’s hair and kissed him forcefully. Will released a whimper, as tears fell down his face, but didn’t resist. Jack forced entrance into the sweet cavern that was Will’s mouth and took his time exploring it. He loved the way Will, tasted, felt and smelled. There was something so intoxicating about the boy.

“Lay down,” he instructed against Will’s lips. Will did as he was told, and hesitantly lay down on his back, arms folded over his chest, shaking like a leaf. Jack removed his own shirt and ran his hand down Will’s smooth chest, forcing Will’s hands to the sides. There wasn’t a trace of hair on the lad and Jack found it rather amusing. He bent down and kissed Will again, not being able to get enough of him. He then started to kiss his way down the youthful body, enjoying the soft, pampered skin. It was like touching a baby’s face, and Jack couldn’t resist nuzzling Will’s stomach.

‘Baby soft… baby…” he thought absentmindedly. Will was practically a baby compared to his own age. He paused in his actions and stared down at Will. He was still crying, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands were balled in the sheets so hard his knuckles were white. Jack shook his head and unbuttoned Will’s pants before sliding them down, revealing bright blue boxers. He heard a mewl of distress and shook his head again. ‘What do I care?’

“Stop crying! I didn’t go through all that trouble to come out empty handed, now either shut up or eat a bullet!” he snapped, his conscience getting to him. Will wiped his eyes, suppressed a sob and turned his head to the side in a futile attempt to hide his continuing tears.

“S-s-s-sorry,” he mumbled shakily, sniffling and panting. Will covered his face with his hands and instinctively curled up into a ball. Jack growled and grabbed Will’s hips, forcing him to stretch out again. The action caused Will to gasp in fear and lock eyes with Jack for a brief moment. Jack couldn’t take that heartbroken expression anymore!

“Lay on your stomach,” he ordered, starting to lose his edge. Will hesitated, closed his eyes for a moment and cried harder, obviously miserable. He tried to beg one more time with his eyes, but Jack refused to look at him. He slowly turned over, lying down on his stomach with his face to the side. He felt Jack’s hands slide up his spine and shivered in fear. Jack ran his hand up Will’s thigh and slipped it up the leg of the boy’s boxers, feeling the smooth flesh hidden beneath.

Will felt so humiliated; he buried his face in the pillow and prayed for it all to be over. Jack noticed how Will’s entire body trembled and shook every time he touched him. He could still hear Will’s crying into the pillow and heard the whimpers whenever he touched Will’s personal areas. Jack groaned in frustration at his own moral crisis and grabbed the hem of Will’s boxers. He lifted them up but he couldn’t seem to make his hands pull them down.

‘WHAT THE DEVIL IS WRONG WITH ME?!’ he shouted in his head. The kid had caused him nothing but grief and aggravation… was it too much to ask for a little retribution? And it had been /so/ long since he’d had any sort of satisfaction! He growled loudly, causing Will to cower and shiver, and he let go of the boxers. He flipped Will back over and stared at him. The poor boy looked terrified and completely distraught. He shook and his eyes were puffy and leaking constantly, and he sniffled and hiccupped.

Will looked so vulnerable, so innocent. The boy was very thin and he was completely exposed except for those damn, immovable boxers. He really was beautiful, though. Jack leaned down and kissed Will again, this time lovingly. He slowly parted Will’s lips and ran his hands through Will’s hair, before pulling back and stroking his face. He sighed and got off the trembling body. He couldn’t do this… it just wasn’t right. He’d never forced himself on anyone before and he wasn’t going to start… then he’d be no better than Gibbs.

Will sniffled and hesitantly sp onp on the mattress. He observed Jack meekly and tried to cover himself. Jack looked at him and then shrugged, pulling his shirt back on. He tossed Will his pants as he headed out of the room.

“Get dressed kid. We’re leaving,” he said in his annoyed monotone as he went to get his things. Will was confused— relieved, but confused. He sniffled and wiped his face as he hurriedly put his pants back on. He limped over to his shirt and frowned. It was torn to shreds… he couldn’t wear it. He heard Jack come back and he held the tatters of his shirt in front of him.

“I told you to get dressed!” Jack snapped; he was horribly hard and frustrated with the entire situation. Will cringed and backed up, almost falling because of his ankle. He held up the remains of his shirt and tried to speak, still very scared.

“M-m-my sh-shirt’s r-r-ripped,” he spoke feebly, starting to cry again. Jack saw Will’s pain and fear written so clearly on his face. He started to feel guilty. Will was just an innocent victim in all this too. He dug in his bag to find something for the kid to wear and pulled out one of his many jackets and tossed it to the teen.

“Put it on and let’s go,” Jack sighed, waiting for Will to snap out of his shock. “Today!” Jack shouted cynically. Will jumped and hurriedly put the coat on. It was far too big and Will hugged himself to keep it closed. Jack couldn’t control himself… it was too cute. He pulled Will close and kissed him again. He felt the tremor and the forced stillness and he pulled back. Will looked at him curiously, his eyes big and bloodshot.

“Come on. We mustn’t linger (1),” he said softly, wrapping an arm around Will’s shoulders. He helped the boy limp down the stairs and out to the van. Will didn’t struggle. He sat in the passenger seat and stared at the floor. They drove away from the little cottage and headed back towards civilization.

There was an uneasy silence between them for about twenty minutes before Jack heard the quite, melodic voice.

“Why… why didn’t you… are you still going to…” Will couldn’t finish his question and he started to tear up. He looked towards Jack and begged silently for an answer. Jack squirmed uncomfortably. He couldn’t tell Will why he’d stopped…. he still needed the kid to be afraid of him.

“I told you, we couldn’t stay there. I’ll do it when I’m good and ready and you better do what I want or I’ll kill you… you hear me?!” he stated harshly, feeling a twinge of regret when he saw Will lower his head and start to cry again. He sighed and turned back to the road. He had to pick up his bike and it was probably a good idea to ditch the van soon. It was stolen and he was sure the police would be looking for it by now. They had to find a place to stay… and the kid needed a shower… he still had dirt and leaves on him from his foiled escape attempt in the woods.

This whole situation was such a flaming mess. He didn’t even want to kidnap the brat in the first place and now he was stuck with him and having a crisis of conscience. Jack didn’t even think he still /had/ one of those! Of all the fucking times for it to rear its ugly head! Oi! He had to think. Where could he go when the entire world was crashing down around him? It was probably a good idea to get out of Port Royal that was for sure. Even if the bastard of a father didn’t want to pay the ransom he would still probably want his kid back. He’d called Will a faggot… did that mean the twerp was gay? Maybe he wasn’t a /complete/ loss.

Jack smiled to himself at the thought of Will beneath him, moaning and begging for more… not fucking /crying/ like he had just been. Jack frowned at the memory. He didn’t know what had come over him. The kid /definitely/ wasn’t going to trust him now… not that he ever had much of a chance at that. He would have to rely on fear to get Will to cooperate then. That was okay… most people feared him anyway!

Will pulled his knees up to his chest and curled up on the seat. He was so tired. Jack only fed him about once a day and it was never very much. He felt his stomach rumble and he moaned slightly in discomfort. He’d never wanted to go home more in his life. He’d even be happy if his father grounded him for the rest of his life. He really didn’t want to leave the house after this whole ordeal anyway. He missed Lizzie and Lucy and even Frank. Hell, he even missed doing his math homework!

Jack hadn’t raped him this time… but he’d already promised to finish the job sooner or later. Now he had the added anxiety of wondering /when/. He couldn’t understand why his father hadn’t paid the ransom. Two million was pocket change for his dad. He gasped as a thought ran through his mind. ‘Is it because I’m not a real Swann?’ he thought, distressed. It was true that he was adopted, but Governor Swann had always treated him the same as Lizzie. ‘No,’ he denied, ‘it must have been something else. I’m sure he had his reasons… yes. I just have to get a hold of him and let him know where I am and he’ll come save me.’

Will started rocking slightly, trying to comfort himself. He had to believe his family still loved him or else… what would be the point of escaping? He had to find a way to get to a phone… or even just send a message somehow. He sniffled and hugged himself closer, worrying about his future.



Tbc….

(1) Yes…that’s a Legolas line…I’ll be making several puns on the LOTR movies and or other things the actors have been in. I’ll put a number by them.

Oh and if any of ye forgot. Lucy is the cook and Frank is the limo driver. They’d be the people he’d interact with the most. I’ve mentioned them before, but only fleetingly so I thought I’d explain just incase. ^_~

And on a personal note of squee..... Return of the King comes out WEDNESDAY!!! EEEEEE!! I'M SO EXCITED!!! THAT'S ONLY SIX DAYS INCLUDING TODAY!!! ....unless my math is wrong.... I am rather dumb when it comes to numbers, embarrassingly so.... *blush*