Power of the Sparrow

Power of the Sparrow, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.

Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.

Summary: Will gives Jack a birthday present. Unfortunately, it’s cursed. J/W, O/J. Slash, angst, lemon.

Note: Hey Littlebird! This one's for YOU!

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Chapter 8 – Wheals and the Whelp

That evening, Will gave up the helm to Anamaria and walked cautiously into the cabin, looking first to make sure that nothing “strange” was happening. No, Jack was sleeping comfortably, his nude body sprawled face down over the top of the bedcovers, his head turned to the side, face placid. His clothes were tossed carelessly over the desk chair as usual. Will sidled over and looked at Jack’s back. The crisscrossed welts on his lower back and buttocks were still red, but were healing nicely. He left the bandage around his ribs alone, as he didn’t want to wake Jack.

After quietly removing his clothes and placing them carefully on the chest at the foot of the bed, Will climbed in next to Jack and started tenderly kissing his shoulder and working his way around the older man’s upper back with his tongue and lips, lingering in the space between the shoulder blades. He loved it when Jack was like this; no nightmares and no restless exhaustion, just peaceful and contented sleep. In Will’s mind, it didn’t happen nearly often enough for his liking.

Will started to move his feather-light kisses down to the welted area and began trailing his tongue along them, pausing once in a while and kissing the perfectly rounded cheek beneath him with enough love that he thought that at times it would burst through his chest. He would do anything for Jack. He would die for him if Jack wanted him to. He dipped his tongue into the cleft between those perfect globes, parting them slightly with his hands, and began worshipping Jack’s crinkled rosebud, letting his tongue press inside every so often, eliciting the most delectable little staccato moans from Jack as he slept on. Fearing he would accidentally wake the pirate, Will stopped, letting go of Jack’s breathtaking orbs, a little shiver going through his own body just from looking at his sleeping lover.

“Why’d ye stop, love?”

Will looked at Jack’s face. His eyes were still closed, and he hadn’t moved except to ask him the question. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked so peaceful.”

The older man smiled gently, his eyes still closed. “I’m still ‘peaceful,’ lad.” He rolled over, resting under the youth who was leaning over him, opening his eyes, still smiling. “I’ll never get enough of your gentleness, love. It’s something that I never had before.” He reached up a hand and drew Will down to him, kissing him on the forehead.

Will leaned in and kissed the tip of Jack’s nose, sucking its tip momentarily before moving onto his mouth, slowly and delicately sending his tongue into Jack’s mouth, worshipping his lips, tongue, teeth and the rest of his mouth as if it were made of candy. Jack moaned, his nipples hard and his manhood stiffening. Will noticed, smiling, and brought his hand down to gently grasp Jack’s member in his fingers, then glide lightly up and down with the slightest pressure against it, barely touching it as he went.

Jack sucked in some air, taking Will’s tongue further into his mouth and began suckling, his own tongue slowly caressing the underside of Will’s. His hands moved, almost of their own accord, to Will’s chest, where he ran his palms up and down his sides, his fingers delicately picking up all sensations as Will shivered to his contact.

Will pulled his tongue gently out of Jack’s mouth and trailed it down his jaw to his chin, momentarily tugging on each tiny braid with his teeth before moving to the side of his neck and playfully nibbling. His hand continued its slow, delicious movement along Jack’s now throbbing member.

A purr started deep in Jack’s throat, and he reached with one hand to take hold of Will’s stiff manhood. “Lad, I need to taste you.”

Will moved off just long enough to reverse himself on Jack, lowering his hips so that Jack could reach him with his mouth, took hold of Jack’s member again, then lowered his head onto it, taking just the crown into his mouth and moving his tongue around the tip and along the slit.

Jack pulled down on Will’s hips, filling his mouth with the boy's hard member. He sucked the velvety length down his throat and made swallowing movements, the muscles massaging Will's manhood, making the younger man thrust his hips forward, breathing in and worshipping Jack's member wholeheartedly from tip to tummy as his lust welled up within him to the boiling point.

Jack felt the desperate way that Will was sucking his length and knew his lover was getting close. He pulled the ex-blacksmith's manhood out of his mouth and pinched it just below the crown, keeping the boy from spilling. "Not yet, love. I want this to last."

Will sighed, letting Jack slip out of his mouth. "Yes...forever..." he drew in a deep breath reveling in Jack's musk which he loved so much. "Jack...I want you..." He moved off the pirate. His bearing seemed to change. "Jack...I want to understand the love you share with my father. I want to feel what you feel...how he...hurt you but made you want more..."

Jack's eyes grew wider and wider as the words spilled from Will's mouth. "Lad...this doesn't sound like you. Prove to me you're not possessed. I have to know if it's you talkin' to me."

Will breathed deeply of the musk now permeating the area around the bed. "Jack...I don't know how. But I saw what my father did to you...I don't want to do it to YOU...I want YOU to do it to ME..."

Jack was completely confused. "Lad, you've proven you're not your da, but I could never put you through such pain."

Will cuddled up to Jack, breathing heavily in his ear. "But I WANT you to. I want to know what it feels like. We've done so much together...but nothing like what I saw you go through...I want it...and I want you to give that to me."

Jack was dubious, but he was certain it wasn't Bill talking; Bill always GAVE pain, and was NEVER on the receiving end. He was also a bit at a loss, since Jack always received the pain and wasn't really sure what to do. "I'll try, whelp, but if ye don't like it, just say the word and I'll stop. I don't want to harm you, lad. I love ye too much."

Will moved to his own sea chest and pulled out several lengths of rope. Jack quirked an eyebrow. "You've planned this for a bit now, haven't you?"

"Just happened across the rope..." Will put the rope on the bed and turned around, crossing his wrists high in back of him. Jack tied one of the ropes loosely around Will's wrists.

"Tighter, Jack, please. I want to feel what you felt." Will's manhood hadn't shrunk a bit, though Jack's had wilted at the thought of causing his lover pain.

Jack obliged, wincing when he saw the boy's skin crinkle slightly under the pressure. "Too tight, William?"

Will sighed. "No...just right." He walked over to the table and bent over it, spreading his legs as far apart as he could. "Jack...tie me here...please?"

The pirate walked over with the lengths of rope. "Lad, I don't want to hurt—"

"Just DO IT, all right? I need this, Jack. Seeing you like this made me so hot...I need this...please?" Jack tied Will's ankles to the table legs, making sure not to pinch his skin. "Tighter, Jack." Jack obliged, wondering if he could ever forgive himself if he hurt the boy.

"Jack...the cat...your sea chest...please."

Jack fetched the cat and brought it over to the table, laying it next to Will. "Lad...I'm not sure how to use it so it won't do permanent harm. Please...promise me you'll tell me IMMEDIATELY if ye don't like it or if it hurts too much."

"GET ON WITH IT!" Jack shrugged, wondering what could have turned his loving, gentle William into a raving masochist. He moved behind the boy and whipped his buttocks as gently as he could, afraid of marking the boy. He'd never used a cat before, even as punishment; he'd always had a Bo'sun or first mate take care of punishments, which he could barely force himself to watch to make sure they weren't overdone.

"HARDER! I want to feel it!" Jack gave a silent prayer up to whoever might be listening and lit into the younger man's back. As the long red wheals appeared, Jack felt every one of them in his soul. He hated doing this, but he'd do anything for his beautiful Will. As each blow landed, Will grunted, but refused to cry out.

"Jack, I must taste you as you beat me...just like my father did to you. Please."

Jack moved around and crawled onto the table on his knees, positioning himself before the trussed up boy. "You're sure you want this, love? You won't be able to tell me to stop."

Will nodded as best he could. "I NEED it, Jack. Show me how much you love me."

Jack couldn't help but think if he showed him how much he loved him the way Bill did to HIM, the boy would be dead before he was finished. "I'll try. I'm not good on the giving end, lad, so forgive me...please."

"Just shove your cock down my throat and beat me, Jack!"

Jack was almost in tears as he raised Will's head and put his flaccid member into the boy's waiting mouth. He raised the cat and let fly on his lover's lower back, hoping the boy would bite him and tell him to stop. But the bite didn't come; Will started sucking hard on his length, rolling it around his mouth, his eyes closed in ecstasy, making the pirate harden despite himself. The harder the boy sucked, the harder Jack struck him with the cat. Will seemed to have lost his mind in the lust he was showing from the pain. It reminded Jack of himself as a child when he first discovered how pain and pleasure mixed so well. Finally, on the brink of spilling, he raised the cat a little too high and the blow ripped Will's back in several places.

Will's eyes flew open and he bit down, almost choking as Jack pulled out, cumming hard all over Will's face from the pain. "JACK! What are you doing to me?! Have you gone mad?!" Tears were streaming down the boy's face from the obvious pain; his manhood completely wilted; an accusatory and hurt look in his eyes that belied the lust that had been there only a moment before.

Jack started moving even before he finished spilling, grabbing a dagger to cut the boy's bindings, but found himself grabbed from behind and easily dragged to the other end of the table. "I told you that if you ever harmed my son you'd answer to me!" Bill shoved Jack's head down hard onto the table, making him see stars. "You'll pay for marking my boy!" He banged Jack's head on the table again, knocking him out.

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"Jack? Help me...I can't move."

Jack shook his head to unfog his mind, banging it on the table in the process. He lifted his head and saw Will directly across from him, tied as he'd been, his back bleeding. Then he noticed that he couldn't move and tried to look around. He struggled, and found that he was tied in the same manner as Will. "Neither can I, love. I'm so sorry...I'd ha'e never hurt ye if ye hadn't insisted."

Will tried to remember. "Insisted? I never insisted on being tied to a table and flogged. You knocked me out and tried to kill me. I woke up like this, with you in my mouth and beating me with the cat. I thought you liked to RECEIVE pain, old man, not inflict it."

Jack was almost in tears. "Aye, You insisted upon it or I'd have never EVER done anything of a hurtful nature to you, William!"

Jack heard Bill singing as he walked through the door into the cabin. "So, you're awake. I do hope you're ready to take your punishment."

Jack tried his hardest to turn around, not caring if he broke his legs. He wanted to kill Bill...er...destroy him, since the man towering over him was dead already. "YOU DID THIS! You possessed your own son and made him beg for pain! How could you do this to him, Bill? I'd have NEVER harmed the boy! I love him, Bill. I could never harm him."

Bill laughed. "Ah, but you DID harm him, Jack. Whether he was himself or not, you accepted it and went along, beatin' him till his back now needs stitches. You've killed his love, Jack. Look at his face!"

"NOOOO!" He turned his head to face Will. "Lad, It was your father's doin'! He possessed you and demanded I tie you up and beat ye! You know me...I'd never do harm to you, William. NEVER!"

Will's face was a mask of disbelief as he listened to Jack try to blame Bill for something his lover even admitted doing. He watched as great, bloody wheals appeared on Jack's back; these were no love taps like the ones he'd witnessed before. He could see that Jack's back would need massive stitching if he lived through it at all. The problem was that Jack was NOT getting punished. The writhing that Jack's body was doing showed pleasure, even as his face was contorted in pain. "Father, stop it. He's enjoying himself too much!"

"Tell 'im, Jack, I'm not stoppin' till you've paid the price for harmin' my son!" Bill let fly harder than before, tearing the skin wherever the cat touched, making blood fly. Jack shrieked in obvious pain, but by the sudden musky smell from Jack's direction, Will could tell that the old pirate had just spilled below the table.

Jack moaned. "Bill, the lad's right! At this rate, I'll die before you can punish me enough! Untie me and let me get the boy up! Let HIM decide my punishment!" His voice dropped. "William...I'm sorry. Your da's right. I knew something was wrong and I went along anyway. I took ye by force according to the Ship's Articles, and I close to killed ye with the cat. For those crimes against you, the LEAST called for punishment is Moses' Law. But ye know what would happen. You choose a punishment, Will, and I won't argue against it. At this time in my life, without you, life isn't worth livin'! What be my punishment, lad?"

Bill paused, the cat dripping with Jack's blood. Will's gaze tried to find his father. "Please father, let Jack up so that he can untie me. He'll pay for trying to kill me. I promise it."

Bill smiled tenderly at his son, then sneered at Jack. He removed Jack's bindings. "One wrong move and I'll kill ye, Jack."

Jack stood slowly, obviously in pain, and snarled at Bill. "Kill me and ye have no one to get your bloody treasure!" He picked up the discarded dagger and sliced through Will's bindings.

Will stood, gingerly straightening up and made his way shakily to the bed, carefully lowering himself down, lying on his belly. He looked at the blood trailing from his back onto the bed. "Jack, I need stitches."

In tears, Jack quickly pulled on his breeches and threw open the doors. "Anamaria! Gibbs! Cotton! Report to my cabin immediately!" He slammed the door and went over to the desk, taking out an ornate jar and bringing it to the bed along with a basin, a pitcher of water and some clean rags.

As the three pirates entered the cabin, Will shoved Jack away. "Not you. Just stay away from me."

Ana's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Will prostrate on his belly; his lower back and buttocks obviously needing stitches. She immediately had Cotton go to the desk for the stitching kit and get to work on Will's back. The blood on the table and that dripping down Jack's back weren't such a concern to her; she'd seen what Bill had been doing several days before and Jack's nonchalance about it. "Jack, what did you DO to the boy?" Her voice was shocked, barely audible.

"Ask William. I'll not fight his words against me."

Will grimaced as Cotton stitched his back, plying salve from the jar liberally as he went. "Jack knocked me out, tied me down and beat me with a cat o' nine tails." He left out the rape; he didn't know why.

Ana stared at Jack. "You'll not defend yourself?"

Jack shrugged, tears in his eyes. "If that is what young William remembers, who am I to gainsay it? The boy wouldn't know how to lie to save his life, let alone demand mine."

Will turned his head, looking intently at Anamaria. "No lashes. He'd enjoy it too much."

Ana's eyes widened, then narrowed as she nodded in understanding. "Aye. But he must be punished. But how do ye punish a man who takes pain as a reward?"

Jack raised his hand. "If I may, I would suggest falling back to the navy for choice of punishment. There are many navy men in the brig. Ask them what their punishments are and choose one."

Gibbs cleared his throat. "Beggin' your pardon, but as I recall from my own navy days, all punishments gave a man pain one way or another. Floggin's, hangin's, the occasional keelhaulin', all of 'em was painful, and many were fatal."

Bill watched the proceedings from the table. "You're no use to anyone dead, Jack. So whatever they decide, make sure it's not fatal."

Jack looked over at Bill. "That's easy for you to say, Bill. But I don't think they'd take any suggestions from me."

Will looked over. "What did my father say?"

"He said to make sure I didn't die. Remember, in order to get to that treasure, you need me."

Will pondered. "Jack, I know you can swim. But how long can you hold your breath?"

The pirate captain shrugged. "Long enough, I suppose. I've been keelhauled before, lad. 'tis not the holding of breath that counts so much as bein' dragged under the keel and cut to ribbons on all the barnacles and such. Then there's the surprise of a gun report some time while you're underwater. And woe betide any unfortunate who is keel hauled in shark infested waters. I've seen strong men go down and have only half of 'em come up the other side; sometimes with the shark still attached. So, if that is your question, there could be a risk of dyin', but I won't fight it if that's your choice."

Will was confused. "I don't know!"

"Sparrow, if I may make a suggestion?"

Jack looked over and saw Norrington, who had the bollocks to sit in HIS chair at the head of the table. "Eh?"

"When I was a midshipman, I was caught scrapping with another boy. We were each lashed to a mast and left there for two days with no food or water."

"You, Commodore? I could never even picture you a BOY, let alone a NAUGHTY one."

That caught Will's attention. "Jack, what did Commodore Norrington suggest?"

"Two days' starvation while lashed to a mast."

"Gagged." Will turned to Anamaria. "That's what I choose to be done to Jack."

Ana saluted him and ordered Cotton to stitch Jack's back after he finished stitching Will's, then to gag Jack and lash him to the mainmast.

Bill grinned as Will rose from the bed, passed by Jack and spat on his bare feet, hatred oozing from his very being.

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TBC

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