Fracture 6/7
Title: Fracture
Part: 6 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.
*
Jack’s mind went numb at the possibilities that ran through his head. Images played out behind his eyes, springing tears in their wake. The feeling of nothingness settled in his bones and he went limp. Will’s flat black eyes stared him down without emotion. “I...” Jack murmured between frozen lips, but the dead captain laughed.
“Shut up, Jack,” he purred, and Jack found himself completely unable to open his mouth after that.
He breathed sharply through his nose, repeating I remember over and over in his head like a mantra. Hoping, hoping, hoping that Will would hear - nothing. His eyes or what was left of them gave noting away.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way...” Will said, his voice low and husky. “I think we need to remember where we left off...” Jack was only able to stare at him in undisguised horrified arousal - he remembered exactly where they’d left off so many years before.
Will began dancing his finger tips over Jack’s exposed body, melting away the clothes with each touch. When everything had vanished, Will paused, staring at the side of Jack’s neck. “This is mine,” he breathed, brushing a thumb over Jack’s small shining scale. “This makes you mine.” He pressed harder and Jack let out a little note of needy sound. “Are you mine, Jack?”
Jack nodded wordlessly, gasping through the small space between his lips. He tilted his neck to the side to give Will more access as he thumbed the small blueish green scale. Cool lips covered it and Will’s hand swept down Jack’s muscular arms to link around his wrists.
“Are you?” he repeated, against sweaty skin. Jack’s head fell back and Will’s fingers dug into his flesh.
Burning licked up his arms where Will’s fingers left furrowed trails. Jack turned his head and gasped as a smattering of Will’s signature marks painted up his muscles. The old burnt brand was entirely covered by a ring of blue and green.
The Dutchman’s captain painted his palms down Jack’s chest, leaving behind more of his marks.
Even when his hands ceased their damning strokes, the scales slid over his skin like sinuous tattoos, giving him a pattern of ownership.
Jack pulled at his restraints desperately until Will took notice of his struggles. “You may move,” he allowed.
Immediately Jack twisted around to face him. “Will,” he said urgently. “I remember damn it!”
Though the fish eyes showed no emotion, his face registered surprise. “Do you?” he asked flatly.
“Yes!” Jack shouted. “I love you, daft fool man!” Somewhere inside him he felt a twist and the restraints fell away. “Don’t you ever send me away again.”
Dark eyes blinked, cleared, blinked again. “I broke you, Jack.”
Jack waved his words away. “Whatever,” he growled, pulling Will into his arms. “Shut up, Will.” He just stood there without responding to Jack’s embrace. Not discouraged, Jack kissed him on the side of the neck, the same place Jack had his own first scale. “Put away the Jones impression, Turner.”
That drew a reaction. “I am nothing like Jones,” Will hissed, pulling away.
“Tell that to the fin and scales,” Jack said mildly.
When Will shot him a wry look over one shoulder the darkness in his eyes was a shade or two lighter. “I don’t need you,” he told Jack fiercely.
Though he knew somewhere that the broken man Will last remembered had lived a whole other life and had changed for the better, he also knew that the Darkness that lived inside The Captain of the Flying Dutchman was much older and wiser than he could ever be. He had to outsmart him.
That had never been a problem for Jack.
“Bull shit,” he told Will evenly. “You need me more than you know.”
Will scowled at him. “Clearly you’ve forgotten more than you let on. I think a night alone in here will remind you of the things you knew better than to do.” He let the door go the cell swing closed.
Jack could feel the lost presence of the water in his blood and he could hear Tia Dalma’s rich Creole laughter skating through him. Before William’s astounded eyes he stepped through the bars. “Rules have changed...William.”
Black eyes with white outlines stared at him in shock. “So they have,” he agreed. “So they have.”
*
Calypso smiled to herself as she watched her two favorites in the water pool she sat beside. It was only a matter of time.
*
Clothes were left haphazardly on the floor when they hit the bed. Fingers glided over skin, over scales alike, sweat pooling and rolling over heated flesh. “Jack!” Will cried out softly when his partner bit his collarbone hard enough to mark and bruise.
They came together - not quite passionately, but eagerly, hands already knowing the way and bodies remembering the forgotten dance.
Will came first, his eyes turning brown witch each thrust. “You’re mine too,” Jack grunted at him, pressing their foreheads together. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Will breathed out.
The Dutchman herself shuddered with her master and scales jingled like coins on the floor of the cabin.
*End Part Six
Part: 6 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.
*
Jack’s mind went numb at the possibilities that ran through his head. Images played out behind his eyes, springing tears in their wake. The feeling of nothingness settled in his bones and he went limp. Will’s flat black eyes stared him down without emotion. “I...” Jack murmured between frozen lips, but the dead captain laughed.
“Shut up, Jack,” he purred, and Jack found himself completely unable to open his mouth after that.
He breathed sharply through his nose, repeating I remember over and over in his head like a mantra. Hoping, hoping, hoping that Will would hear - nothing. His eyes or what was left of them gave noting away.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way...” Will said, his voice low and husky. “I think we need to remember where we left off...” Jack was only able to stare at him in undisguised horrified arousal - he remembered exactly where they’d left off so many years before.
Will began dancing his finger tips over Jack’s exposed body, melting away the clothes with each touch. When everything had vanished, Will paused, staring at the side of Jack’s neck. “This is mine,” he breathed, brushing a thumb over Jack’s small shining scale. “This makes you mine.” He pressed harder and Jack let out a little note of needy sound. “Are you mine, Jack?”
Jack nodded wordlessly, gasping through the small space between his lips. He tilted his neck to the side to give Will more access as he thumbed the small blueish green scale. Cool lips covered it and Will’s hand swept down Jack’s muscular arms to link around his wrists.
“Are you?” he repeated, against sweaty skin. Jack’s head fell back and Will’s fingers dug into his flesh.
Burning licked up his arms where Will’s fingers left furrowed trails. Jack turned his head and gasped as a smattering of Will’s signature marks painted up his muscles. The old burnt brand was entirely covered by a ring of blue and green.
The Dutchman’s captain painted his palms down Jack’s chest, leaving behind more of his marks.
Even when his hands ceased their damning strokes, the scales slid over his skin like sinuous tattoos, giving him a pattern of ownership.
Jack pulled at his restraints desperately until Will took notice of his struggles. “You may move,” he allowed.
Immediately Jack twisted around to face him. “Will,” he said urgently. “I remember damn it!”
Though the fish eyes showed no emotion, his face registered surprise. “Do you?” he asked flatly.
“Yes!” Jack shouted. “I love you, daft fool man!” Somewhere inside him he felt a twist and the restraints fell away. “Don’t you ever send me away again.”
Dark eyes blinked, cleared, blinked again. “I broke you, Jack.”
Jack waved his words away. “Whatever,” he growled, pulling Will into his arms. “Shut up, Will.” He just stood there without responding to Jack’s embrace. Not discouraged, Jack kissed him on the side of the neck, the same place Jack had his own first scale. “Put away the Jones impression, Turner.”
That drew a reaction. “I am nothing like Jones,” Will hissed, pulling away.
“Tell that to the fin and scales,” Jack said mildly.
When Will shot him a wry look over one shoulder the darkness in his eyes was a shade or two lighter. “I don’t need you,” he told Jack fiercely.
Though he knew somewhere that the broken man Will last remembered had lived a whole other life and had changed for the better, he also knew that the Darkness that lived inside The Captain of the Flying Dutchman was much older and wiser than he could ever be. He had to outsmart him.
That had never been a problem for Jack.
“Bull shit,” he told Will evenly. “You need me more than you know.”
Will scowled at him. “Clearly you’ve forgotten more than you let on. I think a night alone in here will remind you of the things you knew better than to do.” He let the door go the cell swing closed.
Jack could feel the lost presence of the water in his blood and he could hear Tia Dalma’s rich Creole laughter skating through him. Before William’s astounded eyes he stepped through the bars. “Rules have changed...William.”
Black eyes with white outlines stared at him in shock. “So they have,” he agreed. “So they have.”
*
Calypso smiled to herself as she watched her two favorites in the water pool she sat beside. It was only a matter of time.
*
Clothes were left haphazardly on the floor when they hit the bed. Fingers glided over skin, over scales alike, sweat pooling and rolling over heated flesh. “Jack!” Will cried out softly when his partner bit his collarbone hard enough to mark and bruise.
They came together - not quite passionately, but eagerly, hands already knowing the way and bodies remembering the forgotten dance.
Will came first, his eyes turning brown witch each thrust. “You’re mine too,” Jack grunted at him, pressing their foreheads together. “Mine.”
“Yours,” Will breathed out.
The Dutchman herself shuddered with her master and scales jingled like coins on the floor of the cabin.
*End Part Six