Felis Domesticus Sparrowicus

Title: Felis Domesticus Sparrowicus
Author: Blue Buick R
Rating: J/W PWP, NC-17
Author Notes: Okay so here is my second attempt at a Pirates fic. Again there is no moralistic or literary value to thic...c...other than a source of crazy man sex of course. Although the fic does take a strange turn towards the angsty and serious for a moment before it gets back on track. It was weird, but I write it as it comes to me. Feedback will be coveted like the precious commodity it is. So without further ado...

It was common knowledge in this enlightened day in age that the feline species of animal, domesticated that is, was a creature of ill luck and a harbinger of doom. They were well known to be the familiars of the standard mainland witch as well as the companions of the more colourful island shamans and witch doctors. Black was the most ominous colour to be had, but whatever form they came in, whether it be long haired or short, green eyed or blue, flat faced or sharp, to most of enlightened civilization a cat was a unwelcomed pest. None more so than the devil cats of the five toes. Evil brutes they were, marked by Lucifer himself with an extra digit. They were hated and persecuted, hung by the neck or drowned in a sack at any opportunity.

It was most likely this well-known state of affairs which endeared these curiosities of nature to the pirates of the world who were all too acquainted with hangings and drownings dolled out by ‘civilized' society. The five toed cat became a staple of life aboard ship, their extra appendage thought to give the animals an advantage when catching the real pests such as rats and mice. Soon news of their prowess spread and the acquisition of the unusual beasts became a top priority for any a ship. That is why it is not uncommon for the five toet tot to be seen wandering the streets and docks of coastal towns, their lives safe and their livelihood secure.

For these reasons Captain Jack Sparrow, formerly of the Black Pearl and currently of the recently procured Interceptor, was not at all surprised to find such a five toed feline aboard ship. WHERE he found the animal was indeed a surprise and not at all a good one. You see Captain Sparrow had snuck below deck, searching the crew quarters for one William Turner, blacksmith by trade, pirate by blood and spirit. Having only the two of them to manage the entire ship, small though she was, had proven a difficult task, and as was the wont of most human beings sleep was required to continue...well living. Unfortunately the running of a sea craft was nothing like standing watch and, therefore, the usual alternating shifts of one person working while the other slept was not applicable. Which meant in essence that when one of them was ready to drop and needed sleep most urgently, the other, whether tired or not, was required to stop as well.

It was this very state of affairs which brought Jack to this very moment. William Turner, previously mentioned blacksmith and pirate of the soul, had simply collapsed from fatigue. Having worked in his smithy most of the previous day, fought said Captain Jack Sparrow in a duel to what seemed to be perhaps, maybe death, worked some more in his smithyl inl into the night, fought MORE pirates in what seemed to be, should have been but wasn't death, being knocked unconscious, coming to the next day only to break said said Captain Jack Sparrow out of jail, commandeering the Interceptor formerly of the Kings Navy and currently of the pirate duo of Sparrow and Turner, and attempting to handle the ship on a race to save his lady love appeared to have been too much for the lad. He'd promptly collapsed on deck (passed out Will said, fainted Jack insisted). Young men these days just didn't seem to have any stamina.

Upon his rousing, courtesy of a bucket of bilge water and a sharp slap to the face from his helpful Captain, William had confessed he could do no more until he got some proper rest. As previously remarked Jack could not sail the Interceptor all by his lonesome no matter how skilled and fabulous a seaman he was, ergo he was forced to drop anchor.

How all this relates to a five toat aat and why Captain Sparrow was none to pleased about its location will become clear in a moment. Having gotten quite adequate rest while ensconced in a Port Royal holding cell Jack was not at all fatigued. While Will stumbled below deck for a few hours sleep Jack himself was forced to entertain himself. A disastrous circumstance if there ever was one. He'd search the ship high and low for something suitable to occupy his time but found very little of interest. The R Nav Navy was not known for its recreation and good times, and if the lack of distractions onboard were any indication of what it supplied most of its ships Jack could understand why most of its men refused to take a seat, and walk around quite gingerly if they'd been at sea for any length of time. Needs must and all that.

And while Jack's needs were musting quite fervently there really was very little he could do about it. It was true that over the course of his two day acquaintance with William Turner Jack had developed a certain...appreciation for the lad. He was tall and slim and of fair facial features. He had all his teeth and his skin was not marked with scars from the pocks or any other disfiguring disease. His hair looked soft if a bit lank, and his eyes were large and soulful. There was no doubt in Jack's mind that the boy was untouched by either man or woman (his love for the insipid Miss Swann undoubtably keeping him from any such enjoyment) and therefore it was unlikely he was carrying any associated afflictions (it had taken a razor and candle and a few burns in a VERY tender spot for Jack to be rid of those pesky blighters). All seemed in order for a good deal of fun. Except! Except that the lad was the son of an old friend and a self proclaimed pirate hater, and if the chance arose slayer. Jack was most sure that if he even suggested to the boy that they wile their time away in a more engaging and sweaty undertaking he'd find himself at the receiving end of the boys sword. And not in a good way.

As it was, however, young Mister Turner was sleeping the sleep of the dead at the moment and Captain Jack Sparrow was never one to pass up an opportunity to view a nice bit of booty, so to speakt wat was for this reason that he found himself creeping down the steps to the bowls of the Interceptor to look in on his ol' friend Will. Completely out of concern and brotherly affection of course. Which finally brings us to the cat you see. Upon entering the crew quarters Jack beheld a sight more fortuitous than he could have hoped. Will was sprawled out on one of the lower bunks, lying on his stomach, one armed curled under his head, the other flung out to the side. He'd taken off his shirt and boots and stockings and slept clad only in his breeches, his fine boned feet hanging over the foot of the bed, while pale skin stretch taunt over his well developed back and shoulders, making a perfect canvass for the dull glow of the oil lamps to dance across. Other than himself Jack did not think he'd ever seen anyone cut a finer figure.

The entire scene was spoiled, however, at the sight of a large...no, at the sight of a FAT white cat curled up comfortable in the dip of Will's back, snug up against the swell of his buttocks. The animal's nose was pressed to the fur of it's tail, which curved around the front of its body. All of its limbs were tucked up under it's chin and its eyes were closed in slumber. Not only was the beast obstructing Jack's view of the entire expanse of that beautiful, beautiful body, but the animal was much to close to the very thing Jack had been coveting these past few days. This Tom had crossed into another's territory and by God it was going to regret it.

"Well, hey there puss," Jack whispered to it, judging by how shaky Will had been on his feet earlier that he would not awake if the pirate kept relatively quiet. "What're ye doing staked out on me William like that? Why don't ye scoot seeing as I'm here to look at...after the boy?"

The large cat cracked its eyes open, showing a glimmer of yellow in the left and blue in the right. Once it caught sight of Jack the animal raised its head sharply, whiskers extended to their full extent, nose rising in the air to catch his sent. Otherwise it did not move.

"Git off him ye flea bitten tub o' wale lard!" Jack snarled at the creature, bringing a finger out to poke the animal in the side.

The cat rose to its feet as Jack finger moved towards it, swiping at his hand with a hiss, its ears flattening back, claws unsheathed. Jack managed to jerk his hand away in time skirting a scratch by a hairs breadth. He narrowed his eyes. He'd underestimated his opponent it would seem.

Satisfied that he'd made his point the cat settled back down onto Will, this time facing the young man's head. He crouched down into the sway of his back only to begin kneading at his flesh. A rough purr could be heard as the cat's eyes slid shut again in bliss, his massaging paws moving in a hypnotic rhythm. It was at this point that Jack saw the extra toes on the creatures front paws. It was hard to miss as the animal splayed his little toes, trying to cover as much of Will's body as it could, sharp claws retracting and advancing, never piercing the skin but obviously being felt. Jack could see the small indentations the claws were making, and Will shifted slightly from the contact.

"Git yer filthy little paws off him you reprobate, yer not even of the same species," Jack tried again, this time making a shooing motion with his hands, hoping it would scare the animal off of Will.

No such luck. The cat paid him no mind but kept kneading and purring. Will shifted a bit more, this time in the vicinity of his hips, and he made a slight purring noise of his own. Jack gaped horror struck at the entire scene. Will moved again, this time bending a knee slightly, bringing it up closer to his torso. Jack could pretty well guess why he felt a need to change his position so. Fortunately the move also rolled him slightly onto his side, thus, dislodging the perverted cat from its seat. The animal slid of Will's back, but proceeded to slink up to the head of the bunk and nose around the boy's hair, neck, and ear. Jack could swear the animal cast him a lecherous glance as it made its way.

The last straw was when the animal proceeded to lick at the slight sheen of sweat from Will's sideburn and ear with a rough, prickly tongue. Will snuffled lightly at his pillow, curling slightly, giving Jack a clear view of his bourgeoning erection.

"Alright enough of this sickness you demon!" Jack exclaimed, lunging and grabbing the cat by the scruff of the neck and hauling it away from Will.

The cat immediately began to hiss and spit, flailing and kicking mid air as Jack held onto the hellion one handed, at arms le. T. The growling, thrashing, ball of fur inevitable woke Will who started awake and whipped his head around to take in the scene.

"What on earth is going on!" He barked, quite grumpy from being awakened prematurely from some well needed rest.

"This, this, this fiend," Jack shook the animal in his hand slightly. "Was molestin' ye in yer sleep."

Will's eyebrows just about met his hairline at this and he relaxed slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to look at the pair in front of him.

"Ye don't believe me?!" Jack cried after one look of the expression on Will's face. "I was protectin' yer virtue and ye mock me."

"I find it hard to believe you were saving me from the advances of a CAT, Jack. Even you must realize how absurd that sounds."

"Jist take a gander at that there swelling in your pants, mate. I don't think it came from a bed bug bite."

Will cast a furtive glance down to the front of his breeche if if suddenly realizing he was sporting a rather substantial bulge there, and flushed crimson. He collapsed back onto his stomach in an attempt to hide the evidence of his arousal.

It was much too late of course since Jack had already gained a rather prolonged eyeful of Will's crotchful. Smirking at the younger man Jack made him well aware of this fact. His momentary distraction was all his adversary was waiting for, and with a quick twist, the cat brought one of its hind legs up far enough to rake Jack's forearm with razor sharp claws.

"Fish fucker!" Jack hiss, dropping the cat instantly, and bringing his injured arm up close to his body.

The cat hit the floorboards running and in a streak of white flew out of the room and out of sight.

Bringing his stinging forearm up to his mouth Jack stared straight into Will's wide eyes as he licked at the blood trickling from the scratches.

"That's the last time I show any altruism," Jack murmured. "Makes me remember why I became a pirate in the first place."

Will continued to gawk at Jack lapping at his arm, swallowing hard once or twice. "You..." He cleared his throat. "You're still going on about that preposterous story."

"Aye," Jack nodded his head slowly. "Would ye like me to show you?"

"Show me?" Will asked perplex.

Jack nodded again, this time slinking towards Will and the bunk in a very good imitation of the cat. "Show ye what that rascal was doin' to ye," Jack clarified, as he brought one knee up onto the bunk to rest near Will's hip.

"No," Will squeaked. "No, there's no need."

"Aye, there was indeed some kneading involved," Jack agreed, swinging his other leg up and over Will, stationing it outside of his other hip, straddling the boy but not touching him...yet.

"Jack?" Will asked uncertainly, craning his head around to look over his shoulder at the pirate. "What're you doing? Get off me."

Jack ignored his request, resting his calloused hands lightly on Will's back, pushing his finger into the muscles, curling his fingers slightly to dig his blunt nails into the soft skin. "Thought it was obvious what I'm doin' William. I'm showin' ye what that there cat was up to since ye don't believe me." He continued to dig his fingers into Will's back, falling into a measured pulse in sync with Will's increasingly rapid breaths.

Will shook his head. "No need, Jack," he repeated. The muscles flexed under Jack's warm hands and the pirate smiled wickedly. "I believe you," Will continued desperately. "You can get off now."

"Ohhhh," Jack sing songed. "I don't think I kin, Will. This wasn't the only thing the cat was doin' to ye." He slid his hands up the length of Will's back, coming to rest a the juncture between broad shoulders and elegant neck. His own body followed the movement, stretching across Will's, the rapidly heating skin burning Jack through his shirt, until Jack's mouth hovered over the young man's ear. "He was licking ye, Will. That rough, pink tongue of his slithering out to your ear." And Jack demonstrated by doing the same, his own tongue sliding out from between his lips to touch Will's beat red ear, the tip touching his lobe, then dragging up the outside rim to the top, depositing a trail of glistening saliva in its wake.

"Jack!" Will's panicked voice blurted out, body bucking slightly at the figure pressed to him. "Jack, stop."

"I don't think I kin, Will." Jack growled. "I'm burning up."

"Maybe," Will reasoned, trying to sound calm, trying to distract the pirate. "Maybe, you've got a case of cat scratch fever."

Jack snorted in his ear, nose pushing strands of hair out of his way. "Contrary to popular belief, cat scratch fever is not caused at sat scratches at all, but bites. Somethin' in the saliva I believe." And he proceeded to bite Will rather roughly behind his ear. "Try again dear."

"Maybe," Will jerked his head away from Jack's mouth, snarling, "you're a degenerate pirate who likes to force himself on unwilling partners."

Jack buried his face in the hair at the base of Will's head and huffed a laugh. "Maybe," he spoke directly into Will's skull, the sound muffled. "But I don't think yer unwilling."

"Oh, no?" Will asked.

Jack pull away, supporting himself on locked arms on either side of Will's head. "No," he said matter of factly. "And before ye ask, ye still have that wonderful bit o' fun nestled between yer legs."

Will said nothing to this but the minute nudge of his hips into the bed confirmed Jack's suionsions.

"It doesn't mean anything," Will argued.

"Really?" Jack replied, raising an eyebrow. "Then I suppose this doesn't mean anything either," and he ground his own erection into Will's buttocks, savouring the friction and letting out a hum of appreciation.

Will held himself completely still, hands fisted into the bedding. "That means you're a disgusting pig!" he snapped indignantly.

"Pig?" Jack questioned, stilling his own movements. "Ye've got it all wrong, my boy. I'm a cat remember, not a pig."

"You're some kind of animal, no doubt about that," Will acknowledged. Then he heaved a great weary sigh. "Jack, please get off. This isn't right."

"Why not?" Jack shot back, sliding back to sit on Will's legs, arms akimbo. "I want ye, yer obviously not adverse to the idea, despite what ye've been saying. There's no one here to know. Live a little William before you rush to say no to life."

"Elizabeth," Will began.

"Elizabeth isn't HERE!" Jack snapped. "She might never be here, Will. Ye've known the girl for how long now and never said anythin'? She doesn't know how ye feel, probably doesn't care. It's a foolish dream, Will. Ye're going to deny yerself any pleasure jist because of some unrequited love to an aloof and unattainable woman?" Jack bowed forward until his forehead touch between Will's shoulder blades. "She. Doesn't. Love. You." He kissed the skin beneath him reverently. "And even if she did it wouldn't make a difference. Ye're a criminal now. Yer like me, Will. The sea will have to be yer home, and ye'll have to take pleasure where ye ca


He heard the hitch in Will's breath, hoping he hadn't made the boy cry.

Finally, "I don't want to be like you," the boy whispered.

"Too late for regrets now," Jack reasoned, snaking a strong arm around the boys chest, pulling him up onto his hands and knees. "They're a useless waste of energy. Never saw the point of them to tell ye the truth."

"Why doesn't that surprise me," Will laughed slightly, letting his head hang down.

"No matter," Jack stated enthusiastically, pouring himself over the body beneath him again, bringing his arms under Will's, his hands using the wonderfully prominent collar bone as a handhold. "I'm sure I'll find other ways to surprise ye."

"Oh, I don't know Ja" " Will sounded board. "I think you've become rather predictable."

"William," Jack shook his head, the ends of his hair brushing across the other's skin, raising goose bumps, "while ye're a beautiful, beautiful creature, ye're not the sharpest sword in the smithy now are ye?" And with that he spidered one hand down Will's chest, pinching a nipple none to gently on the way, settling with a firm grip around Will's cock and balls. He tightened his hand in increments, slowly increasing the pressure.

"Jaaack!" Will hiss, the pressure of the older man's grip nearing pa
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"A lesson for ye, Will," Jack growled. "This one fer free. Don't be antagonising the man draped across yer back with yer manhood within reach. Savvy?"

"Savvy," Will's strangled voice acknowledge, his pelvis pushing back trying to escape the groping hand, muscular arse pressing into Jack's own cock as a consequence.

"Christ all mighty, Will," Jack groaned, nudging his hips forward, unable to quell his body's need to thrust. "Yer a teasing little prick, even if ye don't know yer doin' it."

Will snickered, pushing back harder in counterpoint to Jack's movements, adding a little twist of the hips for emphasis. "Who said I didn't knoat Iat I was doing?"

"Minx," the pirate smiled warmly, bending down to suck on one shoulder. He fumbled with the front of Will's breeches one handed, trying to worm his hand inside and reach the god sent inside. He finally managed to pull the blood suffused organ out from Will's pants, running his thumb over the underside, then over the tip to smear the liquid gathered there. Slicking it down the column of flesh and coating the palm of his hand, he created a slippery tunnel for Will to thrust in to. Which he assuredly did, the tight hips jerking forward into his grip.

Jack choked on a laugh. "God, to think a moment ago ye were trying to throw me off. We're like a divine comedy. Great melodrama rivaling Shakespeare." He paused for a moment. "You're wrong though."

"About what?" Will panted, continuing to thrust, drops of sweat gathering at the ends of his hair before disengaging and falling to the bed like tears.

"About it not meaning anything."

William snorted softly.

"I'll show you," Jack spoke against his temple. "Let me show you," lips mouthed up across Will's hairline.

The other man whimpered slightly, already tilting his head to the side to give Jack better access,
pushing his hips down into Jack's hand with more fervor.

"How's about a little help here?" Jack wriggled a bit making sure his erection poked Will in all the right places.

"Quid pro quo?" Will asked wickedly, pushing back and rubbing his arse up against the mound between Jack's spread thighs.

"I can never remember what that means," Jack's breath hitched, his grip on Will's shaft tightening, but the pumping gentling as he strained to reach Will's lips with his own. He laughed lightly into the mouth opening beneath his.

"What's so funny?"

"Just remembering that stupid cat."

"What?" William ground back harder. "At a time like this? What were you remembering"

"Nothing. Ahhh. Important."

"Your no fun." An audible pout this time.

"I'll be fun enough fer ye in a second," he growled back, speeding up his hand and taking the lips hovering close to his arduously.

They sucked on each other's tongues, nibbling on lips and the occasional chin. Jack working Will's slick erection while the firm ass abraded Jack's own cock through the layers of material between them.

"This isn't anything like I imagined," Will gasped when they parted mouths for a moment to catch their breaths.

"No? What did ye imagine?"

"I don't know. Not this. A real bed was involved, definitely. And a lot less clothes. Probably one less man in the room."

"Oh, now ye're just being picky."

"About to be sticky," William inhaled sharply and came when Jack cupped the head of his cock in the palm of his hand and twisted.

The younger man's orgasm was accompanied by tightly controlled squirming. Squirming that rotated tight little hips. Hips that were in contact with the front of Jack's tight pants. There she blows! He crested, pulling Will's slender body closer to him, cock twitching madly inside his pants. Riding out the tremors running through him, he let Will's strong body support his weight, having neither the energy nor inclination to move. After he'd recovered his breath he rolled off the boy, collapsing to one side, while Will did the same on the other. They lay facing each other, faces flushed and sweaty, hair a tangled mess. Slowly Jack brought his slick hand up to his mouth and proceeded to lick it clean of Will's seed, never taking his keen eyes off the lad's. When he finished he brushed his hand along his mustache and grinned.

"You look like the cat who's been into the cream," Will snickered at his own bad joke.

Jack's grin simply widened. "Meow."

Fin