Chinese Wisdom

Title: Chinese Wisdom

Author: sidhe

Email: sidhe_elf@hotmail.com

Pairing: Jack/Will established

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Characters and concepts belong to Disney.
I’m just borrowing them; no profit is made; they’ll be returned at the end, a
bit bruised, battered and otherwise mistreated – but they will be in one piece.
Hopefully.

On the latest trip to Tortuga, the Black Pearl had picked up
a new crew-member. Will paused in swabbing the deck to glower at her. Engrossed
in mending a sail with quick, neat stitches, she didn’t seem to notice. Will
transferred his glare to Jack. Standing at the helm, eyes fixed to a
destination only he could make out, Jack didn’t notice, either.

It wasn’t that Will didn’t like Xiaolin. He had said barely
a word to her in the two weeks she had been with them, and although she
chattered to him when they worked together, he hadn’t understood a word she’d
said.

Her eyes were a dusky brown and slanted. Her skin was pale,
but had almost a yellow cast to it, like lingering sunlight. Her hair, which
she kept bound in two long braids, glistened blue-black. Will could not
truthfully say that she was beautiful – at least by the standard of the pale
cream-and-honey English girls he was used to – but she was exotic-looking a
creature as any he’d seen.

The other crew-members noticed, too. Although she did not
speak a word of English, Xiaolin always knew when she was being propositioned.
And she always declined with a smile, and a shake of her head.

When Roland, a giant of a man with a temper to match,
propositioned her, Xiaolin’s response was the same. When he grabbed her by the
wrist, his enormous hand nearly covering her entire forearm, the crew
collectively held its breath. But before anyone could move, Roland was flat on
his back, having somehow been thrown by Xiaolin, whose head barely
reached his chest.

There were no more propositions from the crew, after that.
Xiaolin was friendly enough, and chattered away to everyone, especially
Anamaria and Jack, who spoke a little of her tongue. Sometimes she sang to
herself, not caring whether anyone heard, or whether strange looks were being
cast her way. But she was more than a capable sailor, and a hard worker
besides, and she won the grudging respect of the crew, including Jack.

Will couldn’t help but notice the way Jack’s gaze followed
Xiaolin’s graceful path across the deck. He couldn’t help but see the way his
captains’ eyes lingered just a moment too long on her slim waist and lithe
figure. But when Jack began to lean towards Xiaolin when he spoke to her, and
captured her had with his as they talked, Will confronted him about it.

“You said your heart was mine,” Will hissed as he snatched a
moment alone with him.

Jack chuckled, which grated more than if he had denied any
knowledge of what Will was talking about.

“And so it is, luv,” he said lazily. “But me eyes are me
own, and they’re free to wonder, are they not?”

Jack laughed again at Will’s stony silence. “You’re not
jealous are you, mate?”

But Will was. He was determined that the pirate was his,
and that no-one else should lay a hand on him – nor he a hand on anyone else.

So when he climbed down from the rigging one day to find
Jack and Xiaolin talking together, his arm wrapped casually around her waist,
the anger inside him began to rise. The two of them nodded to him as he passed
them, and Will grit his teeth. He was not angry – well, not furious – with
Xiaolin. But he decided he was going to have to teach Jack a lesson or two.

Jack whispered something to Xiaolin, whose eyes lit up with
a smile. She replied in Chinese with a pointed look towards Will. Then both of
them turned to look at him, and began to laugh.

Will thought that if he gritted his teeth any harder, they
would be reduced to powder.

He waited until Xiaolin left, and Jack was standing alone.
Will crept up behind Jack, and in a swift movement, pinned the other man’s
wrists with one hand, and clamped his other hand over Jack’s mouth. The pirate
tried to pull away, but Will’s training as a blacksmith meant he was stronger
than he looked, and he was furious besides. He half-led, half-dragged Jack down
to the small cabin they shared and slammed the door behind them, eyes snapping
with dark fire.

“What do you think you’re doing?” demanded Jack, as soon as
Will released his mouth.

“Teaching you a lesson,” growled Will, still not releasing
the other man’s hands.

He shoved Jack roughly onto the bed, ignoring the cry of
protest. Will climbed on top of him, pinning Jack’s shoulders to the bed with
his knees.

“Listen here, boy,” said Jack, a dangerous tone in
his voice. “On the Pearl, only the captain gives lessons, and you’re–”

Will had ripped the red bandana from Jack’s hair, and forced
it into the pirate’s mouth. He tied it deftly, leaving a furious Jack to glare
wordlessly at him.

“I’m the teacher today,” Will said evenly. “And there will
be no talking during my lesson.”

Still kneeling on Jack’s shoulders, Will leant over and
grabbed a handful of plundered silk scarves from thek.

“Who knew these would come in so handy?” he asked
conversationally. In moments, Jack’s hands were lashed to the bedposts.

Jack tugged at the knots, experimentally at first, then with
desperation as he realised they would not give. He swore to himself as he
realised he had taught the whelp too well at tying knots. He had never imagined
they would be used on him in this way.

By the time he realised that he could not free his arms, his
ankles too had been securely tied, so that he was lying spread-eagled on his
back.

Will ran his hand over on over Jack’s boots, and for no
reason, Jack felt a shiver down his spine. Then he reconsidered. With him being
tied helpless to the bed, and Will with a manic gleam in his eye, perhaps there
was reason for the shiver.

Will undid the laces of the boots quickly, but he was gentle
in tugging them off. He trailed a finger experimentally over the arch of one
bare foot, and gave a wicked chuckle at Jack’s startled jerk.

“Ticklish are we, Jack?” he asked, noting with satisfaction
how the pirate’s eyes widened.

Will ran another light finger down the arch. Jack’s yelp was
muffled by the gag in his mouth, and he gave a violent jerk at the touch. Will
smiled. It was not his usual shy, delighted smile. This smile looked like it
belonged more on a shark. It was predatory.

There was a pause as Will stood at the foot of the bed,
eyeing the bound Jack thoughtfully. Jack was still fully clothed in pants and
an old shirt, and that would not do at all. But there was the problem of
getting the man undressed without untying his bonds.

Will’s hands were gentle as he untied the sash from around
Jack’s waist. He savoured the vision of Jack lying helpless. It was a marked
improvement from the smug Jack who had been laughing with Xiaolin. Then Will
unsheathed his dagger, and simply sliced open Jack’s shirt.

Jack gave a muted shout of outrage, but Will ignored him. He
pulled the ruined shirt from Jack’s body, and tossed it to the floor. He licked
his lips at the sight before him.

The pirate’s body was lean and muscled, and tanned from the
constant sun. Scars and tattoos traced a crazy map over his skin, but it was
still smooth to the touch, like finely sanded wood. Will licked a path from the
hollow of Jack’s throat down to his navel, feeling the muscles tense beneath
his tongue. He followed the trail with light butterfly kisses, until he could
feel Jack’s breath coming raggedly from his chest. Will started again, this
time licking along Jack’s collarbone and down until he reached his nipple,
stopping just short. Jack moved slightly, unable to help himself. Will kissed
back down the trail, keeping the kisses so light they tickled more than they
satisfied. He stopped at Jack’s nipple again, mouth poised over it. But instead
of kissing it, Will breathed warmth over it without touching it, watching the
nipple swell and harden.

Will paused, and climbed off Jack, who made a keening sound
at the loss. Will was glad to see that the pirate’s eyes were a little wild
now. His hand strayed to the laces of his own shirt, and he unlaced it slowly.

“We can’t have you being the only one who’s shirtless, can
we?” he asked. Deliberately, so that Jack’s eyes were caught by every movement,
Will stripped off his shirt, and let it fall with Jack’s discarded clothing.

Jack would have licked his lips if he could. Will’s skin was
boyishly smooth, without any trace of hair or scarring. But with those muscles,
it was most certainly not a boy’s body.

Will climbed back on the bed, and brought his mouth over the
hardened nipple. He curled around it with his tongue, and suckled gently at it
before giving a little nip with his teeth. Jack hissed a little at that. Will
took his mouth away, and brought his attention to Jack’s other collarbone.
Instead of one long, slow lick down to Jack’s nipple, this time Will gave tiny
little licks, as if he were a kitten lapping at saucer of milk. Will could feel
the racing of Jack’s heart as his mouth closed over Jack’s nipple again.

He teased it with his mouth; licking and sucking and kissing
until it, too, stood erect. Then he moved his tongue lower, circling Jack’s
navel before filling it with his tongue. Jack gave a low moan – it was one of
the extra-sensitive spots on his body. The other spot was just above his
hipbone, but Will was leaving that till later. Instead, he continued swirling
his tongue around Jack’s navel.

Suddenly, Will paused again. He reached for his dagger, drawing
a thoughtful line down Jack’s thigh. Jack jerked as if he had been stung, and
Will smiled at him.

“I would make any sudden moves if I were you, Jack,” he
almost purred. “My dagger’s quite sharp, and we wouldn’t want any…accidents,
would we?”

Jack’s eyes looked panicked. Will very nearly pitied him.

“All the same,” he continued, “we can’t leave you like this,
can we?”

He gave an experimental lick to Jack’s cock through the
fabric of his pants.

Jack squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden warmth and wetness
on his throbbing dick. It was maddening to have the sensation muted by the
material. This whole thing was maddening.

Will chuckled again at Jack’s expression. He slid his dagger
swiftly down Jack’s left leg, then his right. the fabric simply peeled away,
and Will tossed the ruined clothes aside without a second thought. Jack’s cock
was already hard and erect, and the pirate gave a muffled sigh at its release.

“Fancy that,” said Will in mock surprise. “I wonder what’s
gotten you so excited?”

Jack glared at him, but Will blithely ignored it. His eyes
were fixed instead on the two faintly red lines on Jack’s thighs, which marked
the path of his dagger.

“I am sorry about that, though,” he said sincerely. “Let me
kiss it better for you.” And he did so, kissing a ling up Jack’s thighs until
the pirate was trembling beneath him. Unconsciously, Jack bucked his hips,
aching for contact, but Will moved deftly away.

“Not yet, ‘luv’”, he said, mimicking Jack’s drawl.

Will’s hands caressed the inside of the pirate’s thighs,
taking care not to come into contact with Jack’s straining cock. Moving up, he
found the spot about Jack’s hipbone and stroke it, feeling the other man’s
shiver of pleasure.

Jack’s eyes were firmly closed, but he opened them again
when all of Will’s touches vanished from his body. Will was stripping off his
own pants and boots, and Jack was glad to see that the young man was nearly as aroused
as he was.

Fire was flowing in his veins, and Jack’s vision was
filtered by a haze of red lust. His loins ached for contact, and silver beads
of moisture had already gathered at the head of his cock. And yet that damnable
boy still refused to touch him there. He shuddered with pent-up need as Will
stood before him, finally naked. The sight of Will unclothed had always been
enough to bring him to arousal, and the sight now made him crazy with desire.

“Would you like me to touch you, Jack?” asked Will, as
earnestly as if he were asking whether Jack wanted high tea.

Jack nodded frantically. He had abandoned dignity right
about the time his brain had fled to his cock.

Will smiled at him, and Jack felt a little flutter of fear
in his stomach. Will Turner had no business grinning as wickedly as that. Not
his sweet, innocent, gentle Will…

“Would you like to feel my mouth around you?” Will
continued. “Hot…and wet…and sucking at you so damn hard you’ll think I’ve
sucked your soul out.”

Jack’s eyes bulge a little at hearing the coarse words from
Will’s mouth. Gods… Will’s mouth…

In a swift movement, Will had knelt over Jack’s body, and
taken Jack’s cock into his mouth. Jack gave a low moan of relief at the
long-awaited contact. Will savoured the feel of the hot, satiny flesh in his
mouth. He moved his mouth back up Jack’s shaft, letting his tongue stroke its
underside. Jack thrust at him, but Will moved skillfully back each time, not
letting Jack deep-throat him. Normally, the last thing he would have done was
protested, but this time, he was aiming for something…different.

He sucked harder at Jack, feeling the other man come closer
to release as Will’s mouth worked relentlessly on his cock. Just as Jack was
about to climax, Will pulled himself away with a great effort, breathing hard.

Jack gave a strangled cry of loss and frustration, his whole
body tensed and desperate to seek release. He mumbled something garbled beneath
the gag, and gave Will a look of absolute pleading before letting his eyes shut
again.

Will gave him a tender kiss on his forehead, feeling how tense Jack was. It was
certainly a new experience for him to see Jack, normally so arrogantly in
control, now desperate and trembling under him.

Will ran his thumb gently over a closed eyelid, feeling the
trembling even there. His movement smudged the kohl that Jack perpetually wore,
and Will looked at the colour on his fingers with interest. He brought the hand
up to his own eye, smearing the kohl over his own eyelid. He did the same from
Jack’s other eye, borrowing the darkness to colour his own skin.

Jack gave a small whimper.

“It’s alright,” Will soothed. “I haven’t forgotten you.” He
placed another chaste kiss on Jack’s forehead, almost as if he were calming a
distressed child.

A shudder wracked the pirate’s body at the touch, Gods… he
needed Will… he needed… Jack felt as if his brain had melted away. And that his
body would melt, too, if the boy ignored him for any longer. He growled at the
boy to hurry up, but the sound that emerged sounded more like a plea, even to
his own ears.

“Before I touch you again,” Will said, “there’s a lesson you
have to learn, Jack.”

Jack nodded fervently.

Will leaned close to his ear so that when he spoke, Jack
could feel the warmth of his breath.

“You are mine, Jack sparrow,” Will whispered. “All of
you. You heart. Your soul. Your eyes. Your whole body.”

Jack had never heard Will sound so fierce before. It made
the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. It made a warmth spread through his
whole beithatthat Will was being this damned possessive over him.

“That means,” Will said, his voice dropping lower, “that if
you ever have eyes for someone else; if you ever think of trying to make me
jealous, I will take my dagger and make you the eunuch you’ve always teased me
about. Understood?”

Jack gave a grunt of avid assent through the gag. Even as
the pirate bit of his brain looked for a way out of this agreement, he was
surprised to find that he didn’t really want to get out of it.

There was a sudden flash of pain on his ear, where Will’s
teeth drew blood.

“Just to seal out little agreement,” said Will.

Jack realised there was a lot about his blacksmith lover he
hadn’t known.

“Now,” purred Will. “Back to business…” He fumbled for the
bottle of oil they kept, and poured a generous amount onto his palm. Jack
watched wide-eyed as Will rubbed it slowly onto his own cock, eyes sliding
closed with pleasure. There was no set agreement in their relationship, but
Jack was the one who usually took control. To see Will so aggressive made his
rock-hard cock grow even harder. Jack swallowed.

Will opened his eyes again, and fixed them on Jack. He slid
one oiled finger into Jack’s entrance, savouring the sound of Jack’s sudden low
moan. He inserted another finger and waited a moment before adding a third,
curling them to brush over the sensitive spot inside. Jack’s moan was ragged
this time, as if he were having trouble remembering how to breathe. Will slid
his fingers out again, and rubbed the his cock against Jack. He cupped Jack’s
buttocks with his hands, and guided himself in.

He gasped at the feeling of being surrounded by Jack. He
didn’t ever want to move. But Jack’s eyes were pleading, and the man was
thrusting against him as far as his bonds would allow. Will drew himself out,
then pushed in again, keeping the movements as torturously slow as he could
manage.

Every so often, he thrust down to hit the magic spot inside
Jack. He was rewarded each time with a broken cry, but Will made sure not to
repeat it too often. He left just enough time between each touch to ensure that
the edge was taken off Jack’s lust, so that the pirate was always on the verge
of climax, but never quite reaching it.

o:p> 

Sweat slicked both their bodies, and Will found that he
could not hold out much longer against the heat that engulfed him. He took
Jack’s cock into his trembling hands and began to stroke it long and hard, in
time with each thrust. He rocked against
Jack until he felt the man shudder, spilling his seed over Will’s stomach and
hand, and given a strained moan that sounded as if it had been wrenched from
him. Will climaxed just after that, gasping Jack’s name and feeling his body go
weak as molten heat poured through his veins.

He collapsed on top of Jack, and remained there for a moment,
cherishing the warmth and closeness of his lover. Then he untied Jack with
shaking hands, and took the gag from his mouth. He rubbed tenderly at where the
bonds had dug into Jack’s skin, and kissed harmlarmly on the mouth,

Jack was unnaturally still, and Will ran his hands over his
face, cupping it gently.

“Jack,” said Will softly, a slight tremor to his voice. “Did
I hurt you?”

Jack took a quivering breath. “No, lad,” he managed in a
shaky voice.

Will gathered the other man into him arms, and held him
close, with Jack’s head resting on his shoulder. He understood without even
knowing what it was that he understood. He gave Jack another kiss to the
forehead – a firm, comforting kiss that had nothing to do with lust, and
everything to do with love. He held Jack close until the last vestige of
tension had drain from his lover’s body and he sighed, draping an arm around
Will in return.

“What did you say to her?” Will asked, not because it
mattered anymore, but because it was a companionable way to fill the silence.

Jack smirked a little. “I told her that if I took he
be
bed, I could show her delights that Chinamen had never even dreamed of.”

Will raised an eyebrow. “And that’s why you were laughing at
me?”

Jack’s smirk became a full grin. “No. Xiaolin saidclass=GramE>, she wasn’t inhospitable to the idea, but that she thought
if I tried it, you would skin me alive and nail me to the mizzenmast.”

Will chucked with Jack. “She was right, love,” he said. “I
think there’s something to this pronounced wisdom of the Chinese,”

“Lucky I took her word for it, then,” Jack mused. He muffled
a yawn into Will’s shoulder, and let his eyes slide shut.

Will smiled at his sleepy pirate, and snuggled closer
to him. Secure in each other’s arms, they fell asleep together.

~end~