Treasure

A/N: Okay, here's my first ficcy in this category! (*sniff* I'm so proud!) I've already got the whole thing typed out so chappie updates will be made daily. (Especially if I get lots of reviews *hint, hint*.)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Pirates" or anything or anyone affiliated with it. (Darn it all...)

~Treasure~
By Serena-chan
Pairing: JS/WT
Rating: NC-17

'thoughts'
"speaking"
-emphasized words-
***flashback***

Captain Jack Sparrow pulled his hat down over his eyes and tried to sleep. Though he had regained consciousness some time ago, he had almost immediately wished that he hadn’t. His ears were still ringing from where Mr. Brown had smashed a bottle over his head. The hard stone floor and icy damp air wasn’t exactly helping his headache either.

Outside, he could hear some sort of skirmish going on, but he didn’t have the energy to care what it was about. He was still turning over that unexpected encounter slowly in his mind, trying (and miserably failing) to make sense of it all…

He had been freeing himself from his chains in the smithy, only an hour or two ago, when a noise at the door had forced him to duck quickly into the shadows. A male figure appeared in the doorway and sighed at the drunken form of his employer who was still snoring softly.

“Just where I left you,” the figure said in a soft, masculine voice. Something about that voice had tugged at the back of his mind, though at the time he was too busy watching for a chance to escape to ponder the strange familiarity the voice carried.

As the figure moved into the firelight, Jack could see the outline of a slender figure, although he still couldn’t make out the man’s face. There was something about that figure also that seemed to remind him of something…no, of someone…but who?

The man, who had begun moving toward the back of the shop, no doubt to ready himself for bed, stopped suddenly, staring at his worktable. “Not where I left you,” he murmured, reaching out to pick up a tool.

With a slight jolt, Jack recognized the tool as the mallet he’d been using to try and break free of his chains. He must have moved it and forgotten to put it back in its proper place. Now the young man was looking suspiciously about the room. Jack knew that he was sure to be found, so he acted quickly, while the young apprentice’s back was to him.

Sword in hand, he moved forward, and in one swift motion he had come up behind the boy, wrapping him in a tight hold with one arm, while the other brought the sword up to his neck.

“No sudden movements, whelp, or I’ll slit yer throat,” he hissed into the young man’s ear. “Now, if ye’ll just oblige by steppin’ away from the door, I’ll be making me departure, savvy?”

“I don’t respond to threats,” the man said indignantly, and Jack could no longer ignore the familiar tone that tugged at the back of his mind. Just as he was trying to remember exactly where he’d heard that voice before, his captive took advantage of his distraction to twist free. Jack swore under his breath as his prisoner snatched at a nearby sword and whirled around to face his captor.

That was when Jack’s mind had frozen. His heart leapt in his chest, and everything around him seemed to stop.

'Bill?! No, it can’t be. I must be lookin’ at a ghost.'

“You’re the one they’re all searching for, aren’t you?”

'Gods above, he even sounds like Bill,' Jack thought bitterly as the initial shock receded and a wave of emotions he’d forgotten he’d had swept over him…

A loud explosion outside the prison walls snapped Jack back to reality, just as he became aware that someone was pounding down the stone steps toward his cell. “Why can’t things ever be easy?” he murmured to no one in particular before feigning sleep once more. Whoever was coming toward him now, he definitely had no desire to see.

“You! Pirate!” a voice called from in front of his cell. Jack’s head snapped up to see the subject of his last thoughts right in front of him, breathing heavily. “Do you know of the Black Pearl?”

This question startled Jack almost as much as when he had looked up to see the spitting image of Bootstrap Bill outside his prison cell. “What d’ ye want with the Pearl?”

“I need to know where it makes berth,” the young man panted. “They’ve taken Miss Swan.”

“Ah, so it’s a girl yer after,” Jack drawled, trying not to let the younger man outside his cell see just how distressed he was at his presence. “Well, the Pearl’s rather difficult, ye see, because she only makes berth on an island that can’t be found unless ye already know where it is, and seein’ as meself’s not goin’ anywhere anytime soon-”

“Please,” the man cut him off. “I’ll do anything to save her.”

“What’s yer name, boy?” Jack asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

“William Turner,” came the prompt reply.

Yet again Jack was caught off guard as another memory came cascading over him, bringing back words more painful than a stab wound.

***“I’m sorry, Jack, but I can’t return your feelings. I have a wife and son whom I love very much. I would never do anything to betray them.”***

“Well, I s’pose I could be helpin’ ye find the Pearl…if I was outta here, mind,” Jack said slowly.

“I’ll get you out.”

“How? The key’s run off.”

“I helped build these cells,” Will explained. “These are half-pin barrel hinges. All you need is the proper leverage and…there!”

Jack watched in amazement as the younger man pushed on one particular place on the bars, jerking them upward, and the whole cell wall came off its hinges. He grunted, holding the weight of the metal with both hands while he waited for Jack to slip out of the cell. Carefully, he placed the bars back into their proper place.

“Well?” He looked at Jack expectantly.

Jack considered for a moment. The last thing he wanted was to risk life and limb after some slip of a girl, especially if it meant getting so close to his Pearl, and yet not being able to take her back. Besides, being trapped on a boat with the son of the man whom he had lusted after for years would be pure torture, especially seeing as he was the spitting image of said man.

However…Jack grinned, give the man before him a once-over…perhaps if he did agree to go along with him, he could at least have some fun. Besides, anything was better than rotting in a prison cell.

“Well?” Will said again, rather anxiously.

“Well what?” Jack grinned, deciding to start his fun immediately. “I said if ye got me out of there that I -could- help ye find the Pearl. I never said that I -would.- After all, ye save me from one death just to lead me into another? Sorry, mate. I don’t see enough in it for me.”

“Please, there’s no time!” Will cried out. “I’ll do anything, but we have to move fast or we’ll be too late-”

“Anything?” Jack grinned, his gold tooth winking in the moonlight that was streaming in through the barred windows of the prison cell.

Will took a step back, swallowing hard, before setting his face with determination and stating, “Anything.”

“Tell me something, lad,” Jack took a step toward him. This time, Will didn’t move away. “Have ye ever been with a woman?”

“No,” Will said, his eyes sparking with sudden indignation. “I’ve never been married.”

Jack’s smile deepened. Oh, he was having too much fun with this. The boy was quite obviously uncomfortable with the concept of premarital sex, and he looked far too attractive when he was indignant. Jack decided to push it a bit farther.

“How about a man?” he asked, taking another step nearer. “Have ye ever been with a man?”

Will started in shock and indignation, his eyes blazing. “Certainly not! You have the filthiest mind of anyone I’ve ever met!”

“M’ a pirate, boy. We’re allowed to be filthy.”

He took another step toward Will, bringing himself so close to the young smith that their chests were almost touching. He could feel the heat from the boy’s body before Will let out a sharp breath and took a step back, gasping as his back met the cold stone wall.

“How about a kiss?” Jack relentlessly stepped forward, trapping Will against the wall. “Have ye ever kissed anyone?”

“W-Well, I’ve kissed Miss Swan on the hand before, a-and she did once kiss me on the cheek. Anything else would have been improper.”

Jack snorted and tried to suppress a laugh. The boy was far more innocent and inexperienced than he’d assumed. However, that would just make his request all the more delicious.

He brought his gaze up to lock eyes with Will, who said in a strangely choked voice, “What is it that you want from me?”

“To be yer first,” Jack growled, grabbing the smith around the waist and pressing their bodies together.

“First what?” Will’s brows were drawn together in confusion, though his eyes betrayed a slightly panicked look at their unusual proximity.

Jack smirked, taking in how sexy the young man in his arms looked when he was confused. “First everything.” For emphasis, he slid his hand down to squeeze Will’s arse.

Will’s eyes widened, and Jack watched the play of emotions across his face with amusement. Confusion…realization…shock…indignation…each emotion sexier than the last.

“Keep in mind, lad, that if I don’t help ye, ye’ll never be seein’ yer girl again.”

Will swallowed hard and made up his mind. “Anything,” he repeated.

That was all Jack needed to hear. He put a hand on the back of his neck and bent down to claim his prize. He stopped, however, at the last moment, realizing that the man in his arms was looking as though he were about to be met with a slap across the face; eyes squeezed shut and facial features braced.

Jack smiled a genuine smile. This boy was far more adorable than Bootstrap had ever been, but then again, Bill hadn’t been brought up with the proper upbringing that his son had.

He decided that teasing him really was the most enjoyable method he could employ right now. After all, he didn’t really want to hurt the boy, and he loved seeing that fire of indignation that lit his eyes up like beacons.

So, in one fluid motion, Jack bent in and gave Will a small peck in the corner of his mouth, so quick and light that it almost wasn’t there. He stepped back from the smith, a satisfied smirk gracing his features as he saw the indignant glare Will was giving him.

'Ah, much better…'