Mad Love Ch. 10
Title: Mad Love
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R
Summary: Will discovers that being with Jack is more complicated than he had anticipated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warnings: AU, Mpreg, Angst, Drama
Author’s Notes: Much love to liriel1810. She is my hero.
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Chapter 10
William frowned as he gazed out at the clear waters, leaning heavily against the ship's railing. The sun was already low in the sky, turning the ocean and clouds a golden orange. The scene was so calm, so peaceful, yet it did nothing to settle Will's troubled thoughts.
He had spent three long days aboard Teague's ship, and although his stay had been surprisingly... not unpleasant, Will had still yet to give Teague an answer, much to the old pirate's chagrin He didn't want to become a pirate and he certainly did not want to become a permanent member of Teague's crew, but what else could he do? Teague was offering him a place to stay, a way to earn his keep and provide for his child. The old man was being more than generous to the young blacksmith, yet Will knew in his heart that he could not accept his offer.
He won't be pleased to have me refuse him. I don't want to upset Teague, but... I have to think of a way to let him down gently.
"Somethin' troublin' ye, boyo?"
The young man jumped sightly when he heard the Irish doctor's voice come from behind him. "Not at all Dr. Lynch," Will said dismissively. "Just... thinking."
Lynch smirked as he took a few steps closer towards the young man. "Ye wouldn' happen ta be thinkin' 'bout yer old Cap'n now would ye, boyo?" the doctor asked, a smirk present in his tone as well as his face.
Will cringed at the very mention of Captain Jack Sparrow. "I most certainly am not," Will replied a bit to hastily.
Lynch chuckled and gave the young man a good natured smile. Much to Will's chagrin, word had spread around the ship who the father of his child was, and the crew had taken pleasure in teasing both William and Teague about their strange connection. While Teague was easily able to shrug off the snide remarks and sly comments (possibly due to the fact that he was still flirting quite furiously with the pregnant young man), Will tended to have a much stronger reaction to such things which made him more of a target for the crew's remarks.
"Honestly now lad," the Irish man continued, "ye seem ta be gettin' that far off look on yer face more an' more lately. What seems ta be the bother?"
The blacksmith sighed as he considered Lynch's words. "It's just... I've been thinking over Captain Teague's offer. I'm not sure how to say no without making him too angry."
Lynch stiffened at the blacksmith's words, scratching at his scalp awkwardly. "The Cap'n...h-he tain't as bad as he seems ye know," he sputtered nervously. "Ye should really consider acceptin' his offer boyo."
Will frowned as he turned to see the pirate's tanned face slowly turning a slight pink. "Lynch, don't tell me you're actually afraid of Captain Teague," Will scoffed.
The Irish doctor shuffled awkwardly. "Let's jus' say that Cap'n Teague tain't as soft as Cap'n Sparrow," he said, his voice suspiciously low as if he were worried that someone was listening to their conversation.
"He doesn't seem that terrible."
Lynch laughed nervously at the young man's remark. "Ye've not seen his bad side boyo," the doctor warned grimly. "Give 'im what he wants. If not fer yer sake, than fer the babe's."
Before Will could fully take in Lynch's words a large hand clasped his shoulder startling him away from his train of thought. He turned to see Teague's first mate, Delmar, standing behind him. Delmar was a tall man with a stony face and narrow black eyes. His hands were twice the size of Will's and it made the younger man feel a bit uncomfortable.
"The Cap'n wants to speak with you in his cabin," Delmar said in his usual gravely voice.
Will groaned inwardly. He already knew what the old pirate wanted to speak to him about. He'd just have to think of a way to buy a bit more time to think.
He shrugged off the first mate's massive hand as he headed straight towards the Captain's cabin. Will could already feel his stomach start to knot as he rapped on the cabin door. He was not at all fond of being alone with the old pirate, especially with all the shameless flirting Teague did. The worst part of it was that the man would not get the hint that Will was in no way interested.
"Come in," he heard the Captain's muffled voice beckon.
Entering the dimly lit room, Will was not surprised to see Teague lounging in a chair, gently strumming his guitar. The pirate smiled as he saw Will approach. "'Ello there Spitfire," Teague purred affectionately. "Have a seat."
Will did as suggested, pulling up a chair across from the other man and easing his bulky frame into the seat. He was glad to get off his feet. Lately it was impossible for him to stand for more than a few minutes without feeling tired.
"So I was wonderin', darlin'," Teague began, placing his guitar on the floor beside him, "have ye given any thought ta me offer?"
Will opened his mouth to speak, an excuse was already forming on the tip of his tongue but he stopped himself before he could say anything. He sighed, deciding instead it would be better to be honest and get it all out in the open. "I have," he started, "and I've decided to decline." Will watched the old man carefully for a reaction, but Teague did not so much as raise a brow when he spoke. Instead, the old pirate casually lifted himself from his seat and began to walk around the table aimlessly.
"William," Teague began as he made his way towards the back of Will's chair, "I don't think ye fully understand yer situation. For the past few days, ye've been a guest on this ship. Ye've drank my water, eaten my food, an' slept in my bunk."
"I've never slept in your bunk," Will pointed out testily. Teague had offered him his bed the first night he had spent on his ship, but Will had refused and talked his way out of it, spending the night in one of the spare hammocks in the sickbay instead.
"Every bunk an' hammock on this ship is mine, darlin'," he corrected as he gently placed his boney hand on the blacksmith's shoulder. "The point is that ye owe me, if not fer yer stay then fer savin' yer life." The young man stiffened as he felt Teague extend his little finger just enough to caress the exposed skin of his neck. "One way or another, I expect to be repaid for me generosity an' if I can't have ye as a blacksmith..."
"Then you shall not have me at all!" Will growled as he all but smacked Teague's hand away from him. He suddenly did not care if Teague threw him off the ship or locked him in the brig, he would not allow the old man to treat him as if he were some Tortuga harlot. "Just because I am pregnant, Captain Teague, does not mean that I shall allow you to speak to me that way."
"Jus' as fiery as ever, eh Spitfire?" Teague practically growled as he reached down his hand to cup Will's face in his grasp only to have to young man smack it again.
"Do not touch me!" he warned. Getting out of his chair as best as he could, Will made sure to put a fair amount of distance between him and the old pirate. This little game of cat and mouse had gone on long enough. He needed to make it clear once and for all that Teague would never have his way with him. "Captain we are two civilized men. I am sure that we can work this out."
Teague frowned as he grabbed the boy roughly by the arm, his grip surprisingly firm given his feeble appearance Will had to fight the suddenly urge to yelp in surprise as the old man dragged him closer towards his thin frame "I ain't one fer beggin' boy," he warned, his voice low and devoid of all humor. A slight shiver ran through Will's body. He suddenly understood why Lynch had been so intimidated by his Captain. "An' I ain't forced anyone in some years."
Over his initial shock, Will quickly grabbed the pirate's free hand in his and squeezed down as hard as possible. A part of him felt a bit guilty as he watched the old man flinch under the grasp. This had been the exact behavior that had gotten him kicked off of the Pearl, and if Teague were as cruel as Lynch had warned then Will would be looking at a fate worse than being throw overboard by a disgruntled crew. Yet in spite of that knowledge, Will could not sit back and allow the old pirate to bully him around.
"Well then I shall save you much time and effort by making one thing very clear; I will never sleep with you Captain Teague. Never, ever, ever. You can beg and threaten all you want, but I would rather have it cut off and become a eunuch than go to bed with you."
The old man's expression suddenly softened into a pout that reminded the blacksmith very much of Jack. "That was a bit harsh, don't ye think?" he frowned, releasing his grip on Will's arm.
The smith sighed as he let go of Teague's wrist, certain that he had left a nice bruise there for him. "I'm sorry Captain, but you left me no other choice." He frowned, looking at the almost crest fallen face of the old man. It was strange, but he was actually starting to feel sorry for the old lech. Perhaps his wording had been a bit harsh. Harsh? For the love of Christ, I'm carrying the man's grandchild yet he still wants to take me to bed! Will groaned as he crossed his arms over his still flat chest. The pathetic look the old man was giving him was just too much for him. Teague was much worse than Jack. No matter how much the other pirate tried he could never manage to look so pathetic. He'd have to give him something. "I can work for you, but I refuse to become a pirate. I need something stable that will allow me to be near my child and on dry land."
A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Teague's lips at Will's words. "Then ye will be me blacksmith, Spitfire," Teague began. "Hows this, I set ye up in a nice lil shop an' ye'll make me swords for free."
"For how long?"
"Forever," he smiled wickedly. "An' of course, I get ta pick the town."
Will sighed wearily, knowing that he wouldn't be getting a better offer. "Fine. So long as it isn't Tortuga then we have an accord." The pregnant young man offered his hand towards the pirate, expecting him to shake it, but Teague had something else in mind. Without warning he grabbed Will roughly by the back of his neck and slammed their mouths together. It was horrible! Easily the worst kiss he had ever had. Teague tasted worse than he smelled and his lips felt like dried up leather against his own. It took everything Will had in him not to gag as the old man pulled away, a look of complete and utter satisfaction twinkling in his eyes.
"We have an accord," he breathed.
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Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R
Summary: Will discovers that being with Jack is more complicated than he had anticipated.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warnings: AU, Mpreg, Angst, Drama
Author’s Notes: Much love to liriel1810. She is my hero.
Previous Chapter
Chapter 10
William frowned as he gazed out at the clear waters, leaning heavily against the ship's railing. The sun was already low in the sky, turning the ocean and clouds a golden orange. The scene was so calm, so peaceful, yet it did nothing to settle Will's troubled thoughts.
He had spent three long days aboard Teague's ship, and although his stay had been surprisingly... not unpleasant, Will had still yet to give Teague an answer, much to the old pirate's chagrin He didn't want to become a pirate and he certainly did not want to become a permanent member of Teague's crew, but what else could he do? Teague was offering him a place to stay, a way to earn his keep and provide for his child. The old man was being more than generous to the young blacksmith, yet Will knew in his heart that he could not accept his offer.
He won't be pleased to have me refuse him. I don't want to upset Teague, but... I have to think of a way to let him down gently.
"Somethin' troublin' ye, boyo?"
The young man jumped sightly when he heard the Irish doctor's voice come from behind him. "Not at all Dr. Lynch," Will said dismissively. "Just... thinking."
Lynch smirked as he took a few steps closer towards the young man. "Ye wouldn' happen ta be thinkin' 'bout yer old Cap'n now would ye, boyo?" the doctor asked, a smirk present in his tone as well as his face.
Will cringed at the very mention of Captain Jack Sparrow. "I most certainly am not," Will replied a bit to hastily.
Lynch chuckled and gave the young man a good natured smile. Much to Will's chagrin, word had spread around the ship who the father of his child was, and the crew had taken pleasure in teasing both William and Teague about their strange connection. While Teague was easily able to shrug off the snide remarks and sly comments (possibly due to the fact that he was still flirting quite furiously with the pregnant young man), Will tended to have a much stronger reaction to such things which made him more of a target for the crew's remarks.
"Honestly now lad," the Irish man continued, "ye seem ta be gettin' that far off look on yer face more an' more lately. What seems ta be the bother?"
The blacksmith sighed as he considered Lynch's words. "It's just... I've been thinking over Captain Teague's offer. I'm not sure how to say no without making him too angry."
Lynch stiffened at the blacksmith's words, scratching at his scalp awkwardly. "The Cap'n...h-he tain't as bad as he seems ye know," he sputtered nervously. "Ye should really consider acceptin' his offer boyo."
Will frowned as he turned to see the pirate's tanned face slowly turning a slight pink. "Lynch, don't tell me you're actually afraid of Captain Teague," Will scoffed.
The Irish doctor shuffled awkwardly. "Let's jus' say that Cap'n Teague tain't as soft as Cap'n Sparrow," he said, his voice suspiciously low as if he were worried that someone was listening to their conversation.
"He doesn't seem that terrible."
Lynch laughed nervously at the young man's remark. "Ye've not seen his bad side boyo," the doctor warned grimly. "Give 'im what he wants. If not fer yer sake, than fer the babe's."
Before Will could fully take in Lynch's words a large hand clasped his shoulder startling him away from his train of thought. He turned to see Teague's first mate, Delmar, standing behind him. Delmar was a tall man with a stony face and narrow black eyes. His hands were twice the size of Will's and it made the younger man feel a bit uncomfortable.
"The Cap'n wants to speak with you in his cabin," Delmar said in his usual gravely voice.
Will groaned inwardly. He already knew what the old pirate wanted to speak to him about. He'd just have to think of a way to buy a bit more time to think.
He shrugged off the first mate's massive hand as he headed straight towards the Captain's cabin. Will could already feel his stomach start to knot as he rapped on the cabin door. He was not at all fond of being alone with the old pirate, especially with all the shameless flirting Teague did. The worst part of it was that the man would not get the hint that Will was in no way interested.
"Come in," he heard the Captain's muffled voice beckon.
Entering the dimly lit room, Will was not surprised to see Teague lounging in a chair, gently strumming his guitar. The pirate smiled as he saw Will approach. "'Ello there Spitfire," Teague purred affectionately. "Have a seat."
Will did as suggested, pulling up a chair across from the other man and easing his bulky frame into the seat. He was glad to get off his feet. Lately it was impossible for him to stand for more than a few minutes without feeling tired.
"So I was wonderin', darlin'," Teague began, placing his guitar on the floor beside him, "have ye given any thought ta me offer?"
Will opened his mouth to speak, an excuse was already forming on the tip of his tongue but he stopped himself before he could say anything. He sighed, deciding instead it would be better to be honest and get it all out in the open. "I have," he started, "and I've decided to decline." Will watched the old man carefully for a reaction, but Teague did not so much as raise a brow when he spoke. Instead, the old pirate casually lifted himself from his seat and began to walk around the table aimlessly.
"William," Teague began as he made his way towards the back of Will's chair, "I don't think ye fully understand yer situation. For the past few days, ye've been a guest on this ship. Ye've drank my water, eaten my food, an' slept in my bunk."
"I've never slept in your bunk," Will pointed out testily. Teague had offered him his bed the first night he had spent on his ship, but Will had refused and talked his way out of it, spending the night in one of the spare hammocks in the sickbay instead.
"Every bunk an' hammock on this ship is mine, darlin'," he corrected as he gently placed his boney hand on the blacksmith's shoulder. "The point is that ye owe me, if not fer yer stay then fer savin' yer life." The young man stiffened as he felt Teague extend his little finger just enough to caress the exposed skin of his neck. "One way or another, I expect to be repaid for me generosity an' if I can't have ye as a blacksmith..."
"Then you shall not have me at all!" Will growled as he all but smacked Teague's hand away from him. He suddenly did not care if Teague threw him off the ship or locked him in the brig, he would not allow the old man to treat him as if he were some Tortuga harlot. "Just because I am pregnant, Captain Teague, does not mean that I shall allow you to speak to me that way."
"Jus' as fiery as ever, eh Spitfire?" Teague practically growled as he reached down his hand to cup Will's face in his grasp only to have to young man smack it again.
"Do not touch me!" he warned. Getting out of his chair as best as he could, Will made sure to put a fair amount of distance between him and the old pirate. This little game of cat and mouse had gone on long enough. He needed to make it clear once and for all that Teague would never have his way with him. "Captain we are two civilized men. I am sure that we can work this out."
Teague frowned as he grabbed the boy roughly by the arm, his grip surprisingly firm given his feeble appearance Will had to fight the suddenly urge to yelp in surprise as the old man dragged him closer towards his thin frame "I ain't one fer beggin' boy," he warned, his voice low and devoid of all humor. A slight shiver ran through Will's body. He suddenly understood why Lynch had been so intimidated by his Captain. "An' I ain't forced anyone in some years."
Over his initial shock, Will quickly grabbed the pirate's free hand in his and squeezed down as hard as possible. A part of him felt a bit guilty as he watched the old man flinch under the grasp. This had been the exact behavior that had gotten him kicked off of the Pearl, and if Teague were as cruel as Lynch had warned then Will would be looking at a fate worse than being throw overboard by a disgruntled crew. Yet in spite of that knowledge, Will could not sit back and allow the old pirate to bully him around.
"Well then I shall save you much time and effort by making one thing very clear; I will never sleep with you Captain Teague. Never, ever, ever. You can beg and threaten all you want, but I would rather have it cut off and become a eunuch than go to bed with you."
The old man's expression suddenly softened into a pout that reminded the blacksmith very much of Jack. "That was a bit harsh, don't ye think?" he frowned, releasing his grip on Will's arm.
The smith sighed as he let go of Teague's wrist, certain that he had left a nice bruise there for him. "I'm sorry Captain, but you left me no other choice." He frowned, looking at the almost crest fallen face of the old man. It was strange, but he was actually starting to feel sorry for the old lech. Perhaps his wording had been a bit harsh. Harsh? For the love of Christ, I'm carrying the man's grandchild yet he still wants to take me to bed! Will groaned as he crossed his arms over his still flat chest. The pathetic look the old man was giving him was just too much for him. Teague was much worse than Jack. No matter how much the other pirate tried he could never manage to look so pathetic. He'd have to give him something. "I can work for you, but I refuse to become a pirate. I need something stable that will allow me to be near my child and on dry land."
A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Teague's lips at Will's words. "Then ye will be me blacksmith, Spitfire," Teague began. "Hows this, I set ye up in a nice lil shop an' ye'll make me swords for free."
"For how long?"
"Forever," he smiled wickedly. "An' of course, I get ta pick the town."
Will sighed wearily, knowing that he wouldn't be getting a better offer. "Fine. So long as it isn't Tortuga then we have an accord." The pregnant young man offered his hand towards the pirate, expecting him to shake it, but Teague had something else in mind. Without warning he grabbed Will roughly by the back of his neck and slammed their mouths together. It was horrible! Easily the worst kiss he had ever had. Teague tasted worse than he smelled and his lips felt like dried up leather against his own. It took everything Will had in him not to gag as the old man pulled away, a look of complete and utter satisfaction twinkling in his eyes.
"We have an accord," he breathed.
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