Metallurgy - Jack/Will/Elizabeth - "Greed" prompt
Title: Metallurgy
Author: soimpossible414
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 960
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters herein are property of Disney, which is probably a good thing, because if I had my way, the third movie would need an NC-17 rating.
Author's Notes: This fic was written before I saw DMC, so it does not fit with new canon. On the plus side, there are no DMC spoilers. I also haven't written fanfic in a very long time, and this is the closest I've ever come to writing smut, so concrit is greatly desired.
Jack has never felt overly burdened by the sort of scruples that keep a man from taking possession of any bit of precious that takes his fancy.
He first takes a shine to Will aboard the Interceptor. It's hard not to notice that the boy is prettier than any man has a right to be, as he labors on the deck with his skin gleaming golden in the sunlight. Jack watches Will's anger flare up in flashes, like sunlight reflecting off a coin, and he starts to feel a bit of gold fever.
Rum makes Will malleable. It's easy for Jack to coax the boy with, "Just a drink or two, lad, and tell me about your young lass." Then Will is slurring and stumbling and Jack just can't take any more of the whining, so he shuts him up with lips and tongue. He can't resist biting down on the place where neck meets shoulder, testing for purity. Will's resulting moan shows him to be distinctly wanting (or wanton, if you prefer). So Jack slowly heats him up and makes him melt into the bunk. Liquid gold in the pirate's hands, and then all over the pirate's hand, with a curse and a grunt.
When he wakes after, Jack isn't surprised to find that Will is tight-lipped and once again full of purpose and drive and Miss Swann. One look in the boy's eyes shows that the memory they share is lurking below the surface, hidden beneath layers of shame and confusion. Try as he may to ignore it, Will has been cast into a new shape. And when that curiosity resurfaces, Jack will be there to push his advantage and twist the boy just a little more.
***
On the island, Jack once again finds himself distracted by something shiny.
His first impression of Elizabeth hadn't exactly been generous. Any girl who can stay so cold after being unceremoniously fished out of the sea and stripped is not Jack's kind of girl. He likes them a bit less polished, with a slight patina of grime, drink, and loose morals. Out in the elements, though, Jack can see the lass's perfect silver sheen begin to tarnish. It seems to him that it is the opportune moment to help the process along.
The current begins flowing the moment his mouth touches hers, and then she's shocking even Jack with how quickly she warms to him. She's practically flowing over him, writhing fluidly on top of him and whispering things in his ear that should never escape a proper girl's mouth. It's not long before she jolts against him and gives a final cry, and he's surprised at how quickly she cools back down.
Jack's only a little bitter when her coldness remains. He can still see that spark inside of her, as she burns the rum and dedicates herself even more fiercely to her pursuit of Will. And for all she tries to shine as brightly as before, he's left his mark on her, a bit of tarnish that no amount of polishing can remove.
***
If pressed, Jack might try to insist that his intentions in inviting the newlyweds aboard the Pearl are completely honorable. He can claim that he only peers through the smoked glass on their cabin door because the noises they are making can be construed as cries of distress. And if the door just happens to open a crack as he does so, why, it certainly can't be his doing.
In all probability, Jack won't bother, because absolutely no one will believe him.
Jack watches the two of them together because it pleases him. Fascinates him, really. The attraction they hold as individuals is a paltry imitation of what they are together, as they boil and melt down into one shining alloy. And he knows from the first moment that watching will never be enough. The desire to possess, to hoard, is too overwhelming, and Jack doesn't see the point in trying to fight it.
So he weighs his options, then carefully strips off his clothes and slips into the room. The couple is too occupied to notice until Jack has already stolen into their bed. Will's rythm falters and he tries to form a coherent protest, but Jack is already busy, hand slipping down to stroke where their bodies meet.
The effect is electric, a charge flowing through all three of them. Elizabeth's eyes flash with encouragement, and Will's hesitance is easily overcome with a strategic application of tongue. Then they're enveloping him, and for a moment, Jack almost thinks it's a shame to add something base to something so precious. Just a moment, though, because it's all too soon before he's overcome by the sensations of everything he felt before added together and reversed all at once. Elizabeth murmurs filthy encouragements in her husband's ear, and this time it's Will making Jack spill himself over the sheets.
Several moments and deep, shaking breaths later, Jack is looking across a tangle of flesh and reveling in the success of his little invasion. There is still negotiating to do, of course. All Jack has to do is look at Will's face to see that the boy is still struggling with what feels right versus what is morally right. But the new bond forged between the three of them is undeniable.
And in the end, Jack always gets what he wants.
Author: soimpossible414
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Prompt: Greed
Word Count: 960
Rating: R
Disclaimer: All characters herein are property of Disney, which is probably a good thing, because if I had my way, the third movie would need an NC-17 rating.
Author's Notes: This fic was written before I saw DMC, so it does not fit with new canon. On the plus side, there are no DMC spoilers. I also haven't written fanfic in a very long time, and this is the closest I've ever come to writing smut, so concrit is greatly desired.
Jack has never felt overly burdened by the sort of scruples that keep a man from taking possession of any bit of precious that takes his fancy.
He first takes a shine to Will aboard the Interceptor. It's hard not to notice that the boy is prettier than any man has a right to be, as he labors on the deck with his skin gleaming golden in the sunlight. Jack watches Will's anger flare up in flashes, like sunlight reflecting off a coin, and he starts to feel a bit of gold fever.
Rum makes Will malleable. It's easy for Jack to coax the boy with, "Just a drink or two, lad, and tell me about your young lass." Then Will is slurring and stumbling and Jack just can't take any more of the whining, so he shuts him up with lips and tongue. He can't resist biting down on the place where neck meets shoulder, testing for purity. Will's resulting moan shows him to be distinctly wanting (or wanton, if you prefer). So Jack slowly heats him up and makes him melt into the bunk. Liquid gold in the pirate's hands, and then all over the pirate's hand, with a curse and a grunt.
When he wakes after, Jack isn't surprised to find that Will is tight-lipped and once again full of purpose and drive and Miss Swann. One look in the boy's eyes shows that the memory they share is lurking below the surface, hidden beneath layers of shame and confusion. Try as he may to ignore it, Will has been cast into a new shape. And when that curiosity resurfaces, Jack will be there to push his advantage and twist the boy just a little more.
***
On the island, Jack once again finds himself distracted by something shiny.
His first impression of Elizabeth hadn't exactly been generous. Any girl who can stay so cold after being unceremoniously fished out of the sea and stripped is not Jack's kind of girl. He likes them a bit less polished, with a slight patina of grime, drink, and loose morals. Out in the elements, though, Jack can see the lass's perfect silver sheen begin to tarnish. It seems to him that it is the opportune moment to help the process along.
The current begins flowing the moment his mouth touches hers, and then she's shocking even Jack with how quickly she warms to him. She's practically flowing over him, writhing fluidly on top of him and whispering things in his ear that should never escape a proper girl's mouth. It's not long before she jolts against him and gives a final cry, and he's surprised at how quickly she cools back down.
Jack's only a little bitter when her coldness remains. He can still see that spark inside of her, as she burns the rum and dedicates herself even more fiercely to her pursuit of Will. And for all she tries to shine as brightly as before, he's left his mark on her, a bit of tarnish that no amount of polishing can remove.
***
If pressed, Jack might try to insist that his intentions in inviting the newlyweds aboard the Pearl are completely honorable. He can claim that he only peers through the smoked glass on their cabin door because the noises they are making can be construed as cries of distress. And if the door just happens to open a crack as he does so, why, it certainly can't be his doing.
In all probability, Jack won't bother, because absolutely no one will believe him.
Jack watches the two of them together because it pleases him. Fascinates him, really. The attraction they hold as individuals is a paltry imitation of what they are together, as they boil and melt down into one shining alloy. And he knows from the first moment that watching will never be enough. The desire to possess, to hoard, is too overwhelming, and Jack doesn't see the point in trying to fight it.
So he weighs his options, then carefully strips off his clothes and slips into the room. The couple is too occupied to notice until Jack has already stolen into their bed. Will's rythm falters and he tries to form a coherent protest, but Jack is already busy, hand slipping down to stroke where their bodies meet.
The effect is electric, a charge flowing through all three of them. Elizabeth's eyes flash with encouragement, and Will's hesitance is easily overcome with a strategic application of tongue. Then they're enveloping him, and for a moment, Jack almost thinks it's a shame to add something base to something so precious. Just a moment, though, because it's all too soon before he's overcome by the sensations of everything he felt before added together and reversed all at once. Elizabeth murmurs filthy encouragements in her husband's ear, and this time it's Will making Jack spill himself over the sheets.
Several moments and deep, shaking breaths later, Jack is looking across a tangle of flesh and reveling in the success of his little invasion. There is still negotiating to do, of course. All Jack has to do is look at Will's face to see that the boy is still struggling with what feels right versus what is morally right. But the new bond forged between the three of them is undeniable.
And in the end, Jack always gets what he wants.