Fracture 5/7
Title: Fracture
Part: 5 of 7
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Will loses himself to the Sea.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
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A rough hand squeezed the root of his cock mercilessly, tightening when he gasped in pain, and loosening when he made no noise. The lesson was hard learned but he soon figured out that the less noise he made the better he felt in the end. His low hanging balls were tied tightly against his skin, and every touch was an orgasm without the release of coming. Lips moved, begged, pleaded but the sensation never ended.
It was usually just as pleasure tingled and burned at the base of his spine that all touches stopped, though when he made a keening noise of displeasure it continued past the point of pleasure and fell forward into agony, as hot thick fingers slipped easily into him, rubbing tormentingly gentle at that place inside. Usually he passed out, but on the rare occasion, he lasted until his tormentor grew bored, or pleased, or something that Jack couldn’t read on his known and handsome face.
On the third day of the same treatment, Jack stopped making noises altogether.
And then, he’d wake up. He’d wake up hard, wanting and desperate, whining under his breath. But something inside him kept him from resting hand against his cock and taking care of the problem. He lay there for long moments, panting still, but unmoving - vastly disappointed when time made his erection flag and the desire pounding in his veins faded into a mere memory. He hadn’t fucked since waking without memory on the beach. Before that. His blood yearned for something without a name, and that was when he knew that something had to be done.
*
Scales shimmered even under black skies, the only light coming from the water around them. It was cold, but the spinal fin kept William from ever wearing a shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt the changes in his body, but most of all, he felt the changes in his mind. Darkness lay behind his ken, a great broiling smoke of illusions and half-truths.
He could feel himself slipping - down, down, down, spiraling down even past where Ana
Maria could save him. The cavernous emptiness inside him was yawning for more, and finally - one day - the fracture cracked.
Splintered.
And broke.
William couldn’t even find the heart to scream, as the Darkness washed over him in waves of erotic touches, painful memories, and the haunting feeling of despair. When Annie woke him from his seizing, the warm chocolate eyes of William Turner were gone.
Inside the place where his eyes had once been were the black sockets of a fish. Glossy black from lid to lid. The smile on his face was not encouraging. They were out of time.
*
For years people will tell the stories of the day the sea went rogue. Waves upon waves of roguish and hellish battering claimed port cities around the world. They would later say that the Goddess of the Sea took a lover, a man as evil and black as hell itself.
When Charlie and Ed dragged themselves up the shore to Tortuga and Jack, they were half dead, wet, and Charlie had clearly been crying. Neither Ed nor Jack made any mention of the small weakness. “We’re out of time,” Ed said gruffly. “Cure or no cure.”
Jack licked his lips. “I’m ready,” he said. Slowly, ever so slowly across the table he slid a small glass vial of red liquid. It was clearly blood. Next to it, he placed the gold medallion. When the two dead men would come out the door in the morning, Jack’s body would have washed up on the surf.
A look of peace on his face.
*
The not-William looked at the dead body of his former Captain. “This is impossible!” he roared, tossing the unconscious man into the brig. “I killed him!” Annie refused comment, standing ever so slightly in front of the impassive Pintel and the nervous Ragetti. “Well, looks like you found away around death after all, Jack,” the captain purred. “Lesson the second.”
When Jack woke, he found himself bound in a cell he only half remembered. At least, this time, he was clothed. But just like his haunting dreams, he was bound, alone, and hard. Then William slipped into the cage, and like that - Jack remembered.
God how he remembered...
*End Part Five
Part: 5 of 7
Author: miss_drea_fic
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Will loses himself to the Sea.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns it all.
*
A rough hand squeezed the root of his cock mercilessly, tightening when he gasped in pain, and loosening when he made no noise. The lesson was hard learned but he soon figured out that the less noise he made the better he felt in the end. His low hanging balls were tied tightly against his skin, and every touch was an orgasm without the release of coming. Lips moved, begged, pleaded but the sensation never ended.
It was usually just as pleasure tingled and burned at the base of his spine that all touches stopped, though when he made a keening noise of displeasure it continued past the point of pleasure and fell forward into agony, as hot thick fingers slipped easily into him, rubbing tormentingly gentle at that place inside. Usually he passed out, but on the rare occasion, he lasted until his tormentor grew bored, or pleased, or something that Jack couldn’t read on his known and handsome face.
On the third day of the same treatment, Jack stopped making noises altogether.
And then, he’d wake up. He’d wake up hard, wanting and desperate, whining under his breath. But something inside him kept him from resting hand against his cock and taking care of the problem. He lay there for long moments, panting still, but unmoving - vastly disappointed when time made his erection flag and the desire pounding in his veins faded into a mere memory. He hadn’t fucked since waking without memory on the beach. Before that. His blood yearned for something without a name, and that was when he knew that something had to be done.
*
Scales shimmered even under black skies, the only light coming from the water around them. It was cold, but the spinal fin kept William from ever wearing a shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he felt the changes in his body, but most of all, he felt the changes in his mind. Darkness lay behind his ken, a great broiling smoke of illusions and half-truths.
He could feel himself slipping - down, down, down, spiraling down even past where Ana
Maria could save him. The cavernous emptiness inside him was yawning for more, and finally - one day - the fracture cracked.
Splintered.
And broke.
William couldn’t even find the heart to scream, as the Darkness washed over him in waves of erotic touches, painful memories, and the haunting feeling of despair. When Annie woke him from his seizing, the warm chocolate eyes of William Turner were gone.
Inside the place where his eyes had once been were the black sockets of a fish. Glossy black from lid to lid. The smile on his face was not encouraging. They were out of time.
*
For years people will tell the stories of the day the sea went rogue. Waves upon waves of roguish and hellish battering claimed port cities around the world. They would later say that the Goddess of the Sea took a lover, a man as evil and black as hell itself.
When Charlie and Ed dragged themselves up the shore to Tortuga and Jack, they were half dead, wet, and Charlie had clearly been crying. Neither Ed nor Jack made any mention of the small weakness. “We’re out of time,” Ed said gruffly. “Cure or no cure.”
Jack licked his lips. “I’m ready,” he said. Slowly, ever so slowly across the table he slid a small glass vial of red liquid. It was clearly blood. Next to it, he placed the gold medallion. When the two dead men would come out the door in the morning, Jack’s body would have washed up on the surf.
A look of peace on his face.
*
The not-William looked at the dead body of his former Captain. “This is impossible!” he roared, tossing the unconscious man into the brig. “I killed him!” Annie refused comment, standing ever so slightly in front of the impassive Pintel and the nervous Ragetti. “Well, looks like you found away around death after all, Jack,” the captain purred. “Lesson the second.”
When Jack woke, he found himself bound in a cell he only half remembered. At least, this time, he was clothed. But just like his haunting dreams, he was bound, alone, and hard. Then William slipped into the cage, and like that - Jack remembered.
God how he remembered...
*End Part Five