Suck

DISCLAIMER: Pirates of the Carribean and all characters mentioned are owned by Disney. I have simply used them in this short fanfic for my own personal perverted satisfaction. The lyrics are from a Pigface/NIN song named "Suck". Jack and Will on their way from Port Royale to seek out Elizabeth alone, and Jack begins to sing the beginning verses to a very peculiar song.
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"There is no God up in the sky tonight... no sign of heaven any where in sight."
The words of the pirate rolled and danced along his skilled tongue, thickly coated in an english accent that must have originated from the dusty streets of Birmingham. It sounded like a song a man would sing to his whore on a drunken evening, when he felt particularly faithless and doomed.
"Will you shut up, Jack? You have a ghastly singing voice," The young Will Turner said to his Captain, his expression a blend of disgust and utter boredom.
But his Captain (he had grown used to calling the eccentric man this, through countless corrections) only sung louder, increasing in pitch and lack of tune, roaring the words to the open ocean, knobby fingers caressing and clutching the wheel as if it were a lover.
"She makes it sweeter than the sun, I get too tight and come undone... I bow my head to conffeessss, the temple WALLS are MADE OF FLESH!"
It was at that moment, on that stolen boat somewhere between Port Royale, Elizabeth, and giving up altogether... Will caught the lyric's innuendo. He turned his eyes up to his Captain, who stood swaying back and forth, his fingertips playing over the broken compass in his coat-pocket, his gold-toothed smile glinting in the dying sunlight.
Jack Sparrow repeated the next lyric with an accentuated growl, making sure to further perverse it's already carnal overtones, more than well-aware of the appalled (and yet absorbed) expression on the Will's turgid face as the youth glared up at him. "A thousand lips, a thousand tongues, a thousand throats, a thousand lungs, a thousand waaays to make it true..."
He grinned then, turning away from Will to gaze out at the darkening horizon, the words seeking no direct coordinate. "...I want to do terrible things to yooouu."
It took a moment for the blacksmith to break his stare, as it was beginning to jar his own sense of reason from their firm roots in his brain, and he coughed loudly. "You're vile, Jack Sparrow."
"That's /Captain/," reminded Jack once again, "and sticks and stones, love. What's to make me think that you didn't like it?"
The boy's brows arched at the accusation, and he stood from his place by the mast, hair windblown and further creating the effect of him being a flustered bird of some sort. "Of course not. It was filthy." He spat, attempting to behave as offended as possible, his ability to act a bit off however, and a glimmer of wonder in his brown eyes.
Captain Jack Sparrow turned away from the wheel so swiftly the twist of his ankles was not noticeable, and he was now most certainly facing the boy, one long leg crossed over the other, his eyes surveying the youth with a jewel-like shimmer, trinkets dangling glamorously from the mass of dreadlocks and braids that fell from his head. He appeared like that of an exotic bird, wild and untamed, beautiful and ultimately, excruciatingly unattainable.
"Oh, but I think you did. Such naughty words are not covered in the required reading of a bourgeois blacksmith, such as yourself, eh? It tickles a nerve on you, doesn't it." The pirate Capitan began to stride forward, sliding his body from his beloved wheel and allowing the vessel to steer itself.
Will felt a colder breeze than to be expected of a warm evening lick at the back of his bare neck, and with a sinking feeling in his gut felt the sun dip into the ocean, and the world cast into a blue shadow.
"It's the devil's poetry, Jack. Unlike you, I am a man of faith and moral reason." The words seemed to come from wit without his conscious effort, as if they were programmed into him and he knew them like lines from a play. He continued to stare at his pirate captain, unable to look away, even as the man advanced closer and closer, the sky darkening and a lump forming in the hollow of Will's throat.
"Ah, but without sin... well, where would be the fun in that?" Jack's lips curled as he spoke, voice smoky and unmistakably seductive. Will was dumbstruck for a moment, not immediately registering the shrinking distance between himself and the pirate, until the man was inches from him, his breath tickling the blacksmith's nose.
The boy's mouth opened to speak, to retort; some weak defense of his beliefs, some magical words that would draw the pirate away from him, stop making him look at him like that, to make the increasingly unbearable tension and unmistakable arousal the boy felt at the moment break and dissipate like vapors that could never be sensed again. But instead, his mouth was captured in another, that of Captain Jack Sparrow.
He didn't immediately realize that he was kissing the other man back, fiery and fierce, his face feeling as if it were being rained upon by smoldering, volcanic ash and fire, his gut burning with a similar sensation. That was, until he felt Jack's hand on his erection, kneading it hungrily through his pants. That was, until he heard himself moaning his name.
"Jack."