The Sea
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,469
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Sea
Disclaimer: Do I really need to bore you with another Disney 0wnz0r my a55? Nope? Good.
A/N when I wrote this, I was picturing the design on Will’s back to look something like the famous print “the wave” by Katsushika Hokusai, which you can see at the link below. However, I’ve just realized that it was created around 100 years too late, so you’ll just have to imagine something very similar, or pretend you didn’t know that. Also This is un-beta’ed, so please excuse any spelling/grammatical mistakes. If anyone’s interested in beta’ing this, or my work in general please give me a shout because it’d really help.
http://www.csse.monash.edu.au/~jwb/ukiyoe/fujibig.gif
Feedback is always welcome as long a’s c’s constructive
Warnings: blood, man sex.
Rating: NC17
He hissed then swallowed, trying to suppress his body’s reaction to the pain. It started cold and needle thin as the blade breached the golden skin of his back, then bloomed and warmed to a comforting sting. Will could feel the warm tickle of the blood traversing his hip, then buttock, then thigh, cooling as it went. He arched towards the warm rough tongue that lapped it away, then tensed and cringed as the procedure started again. The cycle of pain coupled with the rocking of the ship lulled him into a light-headed haze. He could taste the sugary fuzz of the rum Jack had administered as an analgesic cloying on his tongue and smell the salty tang of the man labouring over his back, transmuting pain into pleasure and beauty.
Will’s back was bright with pain; it heightened his senses and left every inch of his skin prickling with arousal. He felt blood pool in the small of his back, felt it trickle between his cheeks - stimulating him, warming him. He realised the regular pain of the cutting had ceased. He shivered as a cool breeze drifted over his drying wounds, then tensed as he felt his entrance probed. He arched into Jack as the pirate filled him, the way eased with blood and sweat. Splinters pricked at his fingers as he gripped the table he lay on.
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Jack looked dat tat the vision before him. Once-pure acres of flesh engraved with a multitude of curved lines weeping ruby tears. The sea looked back at Jack, undulating in time with his ministrations. With every arch of Will’s back the waves tossed, a tempest rising. Jack felt the Pearl keep time, riding her own waves. The seas - one crimson red, one depthless grey, hypnotised him, forcing him to keep time. He thrust again, and again, and again…
A/N when I wrote this, I was picturing the design on Will’s back to look something like the famous print “the wave” by Katsushika Hokusai, which you can see at the link below. However, I’ve just realized that it was created around 100 years too late, so you’ll just have to imagine something very similar, or pretend you didn’t know that. Also This is un-beta’ed, so please excuse any spelling/grammatical mistakes. If anyone’s interested in beta’ing this, or my work in general please give me a shout because it’d really help.
http://www.csse.monash.edu.au/~jwb/ukiyoe/fujibig.gif
Feedback is always welcome as long a’s c’s constructive
Warnings: blood, man sex.
Rating: NC17
He hissed then swallowed, trying to suppress his body’s reaction to the pain. It started cold and needle thin as the blade breached the golden skin of his back, then bloomed and warmed to a comforting sting. Will could feel the warm tickle of the blood traversing his hip, then buttock, then thigh, cooling as it went. He arched towards the warm rough tongue that lapped it away, then tensed and cringed as the procedure started again. The cycle of pain coupled with the rocking of the ship lulled him into a light-headed haze. He could taste the sugary fuzz of the rum Jack had administered as an analgesic cloying on his tongue and smell the salty tang of the man labouring over his back, transmuting pain into pleasure and beauty.
Will’s back was bright with pain; it heightened his senses and left every inch of his skin prickling with arousal. He felt blood pool in the small of his back, felt it trickle between his cheeks - stimulating him, warming him. He realised the regular pain of the cutting had ceased. He shivered as a cool breeze drifted over his drying wounds, then tensed as he felt his entrance probed. He arched into Jack as the pirate filled him, the way eased with blood and sweat. Splinters pricked at his fingers as he gripped the table he lay on.
**********************************
Jack looked dat tat the vision before him. Once-pure acres of flesh engraved with a multitude of curved lines weeping ruby tears. The sea looked back at Jack, undulating in time with his ministrations. With every arch of Will’s back the waves tossed, a tempest rising. Jack felt the Pearl keep time, riding her own waves. The seas - one crimson red, one depthless grey, hypnotised him, forcing him to keep time. He thrust again, and again, and again…