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Title: Drunken Lullabies (Part Four)
Author: lostingreen
Rating: PG-13, for this chapter.
Pairing: Billie Joe/OC, Billie Joe/Captain Jack Sparrow, so essentially, Billie Joe/Johnny Depp. Eventually. (Weird, yes. I know.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day or anything to do with "Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl." Billie Joe is a real person, Jack Sparrow is not. The only property that I can claim from this is the occasional original character. There won't be a significant amount of them, and for the most part, they won't last long.
Notes: This little project of mine doesn't have slash in it. Yet. Yes, slash is, indeed, in this chapter.
Thanks, once again, for all the feedback on previous parts. If curious, previous parts can be found:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
His practices, to most outsiders, could be considered more modern forms of witchcraft. Of course, anyone observing Daniel’s rituals would automatically assume he was under some sort of satanic influence. Others, the more optimistic of the spectrum, would make the mistake of identifying his methods as drunken antics. But they were neither, as it turned out to be. Crafting a simple, weak potion wasn’t any different than crafting an alcoholic drink-one only needed the skills and the practice to make it happen.
It was making the doll, the carbon copy of someone real, that took almost all of his effort.
Blinded, he had to second guess measurements. Skin tone. Eye color. He used rotting supplies to build a caricature of the man he wanted, the stranger his thoughts had come to be wrapped around. He had been the first to have foreseen his arrival, the first to learn that he was, indeed, from the future. Minutes escaped him, and soon, his creation unfurled before him, like that very stranger to the Black Pearl. His arrival sent chills of anticipation crawling down his spine, like the claws of an enraged cat. He cast the doll aside, for the moment, hurrying over to his potion, waiting for it to be done.
He was pleased by the fact of his ever increasing swiftness. He’d managed the potion in a little less than fifteen minutes, an accomplishment to be proud of for certain. He could sense the perfection in his stitching with his strengthened touch-the patterns and the knots assured him of his silent victory.
However, now was not the time to linger.
Daniel clutched the doll with a delicate ease-he didn’t want to hurt him. He was out for revenge, for pleasure. Not for a deliberate rendering of pain. He set the rag-doll man down, right beside the flask of his makeshift poison.
In one minute, it was over. The man for whom he lusted, the one treasure he didn’t want Jack to have-the man who so much resembled his fallen lover, was now his.
His grin widened with expectation.
He knew what would be coming next.
---
Jack hadn’t understood the reason behind Billie’s spontaneous collapse-he looked so healthy, so assured. Perhaps, then, he was weaker than he looked? But Daniel, loyal, trustworthy Daniel, promised him that it was nothing of the sort. He assured Jack of remedying the poor man, though the process of curing him would take nothing less than a full night’s rest. Jack understood. Daniel was one of his most trusted crew members, one of the gems among the stones, so to speak.
“Captain!” Gibbs, his absolute most trusted companion, hollered, making his way over to him at a turtle-like pace. “What are we going to do with ‘em?” He gestured his head in the direction of the path leading below deck, where currently all of the Pearl’s latest additions resided, for the moment.
Good ol’ Gibbs, always thinking ahead.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before providing any sort of coherent answer. “Explain the conditions of coming aboard. Try and sort the disinterested from the rest-we’ll leaved them behind when we reach Tortuga. Give them tasks and what not. We could use some more help with the sails.” He curtly nodded to the clumsy, gangly looking boys currently in the aforementioned positioned. “Savvy?”
“Got it.” Gibbs smiled, before turning to see that Jack’s instructions were carried out. Concern struck the pirate captain then, and he hurried to halt the other man.
“Gibbs, wait!” He called out. Gibbs turned, obviously confused as to what the captain wanted now. “Make sure you check on that strange one, erm-”
“That Billie fellow? Dressed in all black?” He inquired, receiving a reply in the form of a brisk nod. “Aye, shall do.”
Jack couldn’t explain his sudden outburst. It was strange, rather, his spontaneous sense of possession. He’d hardly gotten to know the man before he’d inexplicably passed out, cold, on the deck. He could only hope that Daniel was doing his job well, he supposed. No real reason to be concerned-he was underestimating the ability of his crew in doing so. Everything would work out, in the end.
---
Daniel was positively aglow with glee, like a newly sculpted saint. He had the stranger, Billie Joe, as he was called, upon the table, as unmoving as any corpse. He prepared and added the ingredients to what he told Jack was a remedy. In reality, it was an aphrodisiac, one of the strongest he knew. He was eager with the scent of imminent lust perfuming his mind.
So, of course, it was perfect timing for Gibbs to come knocking on the door.
“Lad? How’re things going in there-Jack wants to know.” The older man shouted from behind the wooden structure, his voice strained from another long day at sea.
Daniel cursed whoever happened to be in charge, at that moment, of his poor fortune. “He’ll be alright, tell him, but I’ll need to keep him with me overnight!” He was irritated by the disruption of his work-he was certain it showed.
The sound of a muffled voice, followed swiftly by silence, assured him of his solitude once more. Daniel smiled as he dropped another unpronounceable herb into his mixture. He left his free hand to wander to the skin of the other man. Oh, he was divinely gorgeous. He nearly gasped at the contact. Through his touch, he could define every physical feature about the stranger. The emerald of his eyes to the ebony of his hair-he was the best looking man aboard.
Aside from Jack, of course.
But Jack was not his to claim. A few, one-night stands on occasion, but never anything more.
Daniel smiled, though his grin was notably more forced, at this point, caressing what was his to claim, something that could earnestly belong to him. He had only to wait.
---
Billie awoke amid fog and haze. His sight felt tilted, off-center. Colors swirled above him, a taunting rainbow. His heart beat faster, a pounding rhythm to which he could hardly keep up. Cold and warmth slithered around his insides, taking turns in the leading role. He was drunk, high, and wasted on absolutely nothing, all at the same time. He had no idea as to where he was. Only the brittle touch of wood cradled his limp form, a makeshift bed.
He sat up, draining his effort in the process. He felt heavy, under sedation. The darkness confused him, as did the feeble light of candles. Where was Adrienne? What about the kids? He looked around him, his eyes darting for anything of any familiarity. He was left empty-handed, save for one other occupant in the room.
He stepped out from beneath the shadows, strengthening his presence. From what Billie could see, he was young, not much more than twenty-five. In the darkness, he couldn’t distinguish the sorrow entwined with the porcelain of his skin, the signs of wisdom beyond age. He couldn’t see much, actually, beyond the length of his curly auburn hair.
“Who are you?” He couldn’t keep from stuttering. He was earnestly afraid now. The events of the past day came hurling at him, hitting him square in the chest, halting, for a moment, his panicking pulse. He’d been through enough, or so he had thought. What he did to deserve yet another stranger’s attention, Billie had yet to figure out.
“I guess you could say I’m the doctor on board.” His grin was lopsided, genuine. He stepped into the light, illuminating his frail looking form. “I’m Daniel, by the way.” Billie squinted, wondering if what he saw was just a trick of the light.
“I’m blind, yes.” He chuckled; as if he could someone hear the horrified expression on Billie’s face. “You must be Billie, correct?”
He nodded, gulping audibly. There seemed to be an eternal shiver pulsing down his spine. He got the sense that Daniel was far from what most people considered ordinary. He wondered just what it was that he’d gotten himself into. First, a spoiled merchant’s daughter, next, pirates. And now, it seemed, he was faced with a vision challenged medical expert, or so he hoped. He didn’t think it was possible for his day to get any weirder.
“Don’t act so shy. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm, collected like the seashore. Billie felt himself relax, unaware, blissfully, of the inaudible chants snaking their way out the side of Daniel’s mouth. He had nearly melted by the time he’d approached him, an oddly colored flask in hand.
“Drink this; it’ll make you feel better.” He assured him, tilting the glass towards him.
Billie happily accepted the offer. Anything to feel better. Anything to numb the desperate pleas of his near shattered mind. He took a languid sip, savoring the spicy taste as it devoured his throat, throbbing from the lack of drink. He was so very thirsty. He was glad that the other man could help him quench it.
Before he knew it, he was seeing stars.
---
Daniel felt himself smile as gentle gasps filled the benign breeze, like the chorus of lovers. He had the other man in pieces now, and it was so very delicious. He could taste the amorous perfume lingering in the air, like delicate snowflakes on his tongue. It was so palpable, the attraction. He could reach out and claim it, if he so chose to…
Choose he did. Intoxicated by a confidence he’d been lacking for years, he made his way forward, a daring partner in a most wanton dance. Stealing the other man’s hand, leading him from his confusion, he brought their lips together in a clash of tongues, fire, and fingers, entwining just so to form a fabric of sorts, a thread for the one night affair they were only just beginning.
It had been so long since he’d last enjoyed the warmth of a gentleman’s touch.
Like frolicking nymphs, they clung together, spinning in a circle of lust and released inhibition. Daniel painted Billie’s portrait in his mind, seeing him through momentary touches and lingering caresses. They came together like doll parts, immaculate in their intricate design.
Like sunbeams and exotic places, their passion gathered warmth in numbers. The number of kisses on that exact, particular pale spot on Billie’s neck, or the amount of whispers that passed through Daniel’s pouting lips, eager from more.
Not a single protest, thanks to his concoction. Not one murmur of dissent or one disruptive plea dared to intrude upon their moonlit silence.
All thanks to what, when it came down to it, was essentially a drug.
But Daniel was too drunk on sloppy kisses to care. The guilt suffocated under his stifled moans, his conscious drowned out in their passionate lullaby.
His fingers traced the outline that he knew was Billie, but in his mind, he was seeing Michael, his fallen angel now buried beneath a head of stone.
Author: lostingreen
Rating: PG-13, for this chapter.
Pairing: Billie Joe/OC, Billie Joe/Captain Jack Sparrow, so essentially, Billie Joe/Johnny Depp. Eventually. (Weird, yes. I know.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Green Day or anything to do with "Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl." Billie Joe is a real person, Jack Sparrow is not. The only property that I can claim from this is the occasional original character. There won't be a significant amount of them, and for the most part, they won't last long.
Notes: This little project of mine doesn't have slash in it. Yet. Yes, slash is, indeed, in this chapter.
Thanks, once again, for all the feedback on previous parts. If curious, previous parts can be found:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
His practices, to most outsiders, could be considered more modern forms of witchcraft. Of course, anyone observing Daniel’s rituals would automatically assume he was under some sort of satanic influence. Others, the more optimistic of the spectrum, would make the mistake of identifying his methods as drunken antics. But they were neither, as it turned out to be. Crafting a simple, weak potion wasn’t any different than crafting an alcoholic drink-one only needed the skills and the practice to make it happen.
It was making the doll, the carbon copy of someone real, that took almost all of his effort.
Blinded, he had to second guess measurements. Skin tone. Eye color. He used rotting supplies to build a caricature of the man he wanted, the stranger his thoughts had come to be wrapped around. He had been the first to have foreseen his arrival, the first to learn that he was, indeed, from the future. Minutes escaped him, and soon, his creation unfurled before him, like that very stranger to the Black Pearl. His arrival sent chills of anticipation crawling down his spine, like the claws of an enraged cat. He cast the doll aside, for the moment, hurrying over to his potion, waiting for it to be done.
He was pleased by the fact of his ever increasing swiftness. He’d managed the potion in a little less than fifteen minutes, an accomplishment to be proud of for certain. He could sense the perfection in his stitching with his strengthened touch-the patterns and the knots assured him of his silent victory.
However, now was not the time to linger.
Daniel clutched the doll with a delicate ease-he didn’t want to hurt him. He was out for revenge, for pleasure. Not for a deliberate rendering of pain. He set the rag-doll man down, right beside the flask of his makeshift poison.
In one minute, it was over. The man for whom he lusted, the one treasure he didn’t want Jack to have-the man who so much resembled his fallen lover, was now his.
His grin widened with expectation.
He knew what would be coming next.
---
Jack hadn’t understood the reason behind Billie’s spontaneous collapse-he looked so healthy, so assured. Perhaps, then, he was weaker than he looked? But Daniel, loyal, trustworthy Daniel, promised him that it was nothing of the sort. He assured Jack of remedying the poor man, though the process of curing him would take nothing less than a full night’s rest. Jack understood. Daniel was one of his most trusted crew members, one of the gems among the stones, so to speak.
“Captain!” Gibbs, his absolute most trusted companion, hollered, making his way over to him at a turtle-like pace. “What are we going to do with ‘em?” He gestured his head in the direction of the path leading below deck, where currently all of the Pearl’s latest additions resided, for the moment.
Good ol’ Gibbs, always thinking ahead.
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before providing any sort of coherent answer. “Explain the conditions of coming aboard. Try and sort the disinterested from the rest-we’ll leaved them behind when we reach Tortuga. Give them tasks and what not. We could use some more help with the sails.” He curtly nodded to the clumsy, gangly looking boys currently in the aforementioned positioned. “Savvy?”
“Got it.” Gibbs smiled, before turning to see that Jack’s instructions were carried out. Concern struck the pirate captain then, and he hurried to halt the other man.
“Gibbs, wait!” He called out. Gibbs turned, obviously confused as to what the captain wanted now. “Make sure you check on that strange one, erm-”
“That Billie fellow? Dressed in all black?” He inquired, receiving a reply in the form of a brisk nod. “Aye, shall do.”
Jack couldn’t explain his sudden outburst. It was strange, rather, his spontaneous sense of possession. He’d hardly gotten to know the man before he’d inexplicably passed out, cold, on the deck. He could only hope that Daniel was doing his job well, he supposed. No real reason to be concerned-he was underestimating the ability of his crew in doing so. Everything would work out, in the end.
---
Daniel was positively aglow with glee, like a newly sculpted saint. He had the stranger, Billie Joe, as he was called, upon the table, as unmoving as any corpse. He prepared and added the ingredients to what he told Jack was a remedy. In reality, it was an aphrodisiac, one of the strongest he knew. He was eager with the scent of imminent lust perfuming his mind.
So, of course, it was perfect timing for Gibbs to come knocking on the door.
“Lad? How’re things going in there-Jack wants to know.” The older man shouted from behind the wooden structure, his voice strained from another long day at sea.
Daniel cursed whoever happened to be in charge, at that moment, of his poor fortune. “He’ll be alright, tell him, but I’ll need to keep him with me overnight!” He was irritated by the disruption of his work-he was certain it showed.
The sound of a muffled voice, followed swiftly by silence, assured him of his solitude once more. Daniel smiled as he dropped another unpronounceable herb into his mixture. He left his free hand to wander to the skin of the other man. Oh, he was divinely gorgeous. He nearly gasped at the contact. Through his touch, he could define every physical feature about the stranger. The emerald of his eyes to the ebony of his hair-he was the best looking man aboard.
Aside from Jack, of course.
But Jack was not his to claim. A few, one-night stands on occasion, but never anything more.
Daniel smiled, though his grin was notably more forced, at this point, caressing what was his to claim, something that could earnestly belong to him. He had only to wait.
---
Billie awoke amid fog and haze. His sight felt tilted, off-center. Colors swirled above him, a taunting rainbow. His heart beat faster, a pounding rhythm to which he could hardly keep up. Cold and warmth slithered around his insides, taking turns in the leading role. He was drunk, high, and wasted on absolutely nothing, all at the same time. He had no idea as to where he was. Only the brittle touch of wood cradled his limp form, a makeshift bed.
He sat up, draining his effort in the process. He felt heavy, under sedation. The darkness confused him, as did the feeble light of candles. Where was Adrienne? What about the kids? He looked around him, his eyes darting for anything of any familiarity. He was left empty-handed, save for one other occupant in the room.
He stepped out from beneath the shadows, strengthening his presence. From what Billie could see, he was young, not much more than twenty-five. In the darkness, he couldn’t distinguish the sorrow entwined with the porcelain of his skin, the signs of wisdom beyond age. He couldn’t see much, actually, beyond the length of his curly auburn hair.
“Who are you?” He couldn’t keep from stuttering. He was earnestly afraid now. The events of the past day came hurling at him, hitting him square in the chest, halting, for a moment, his panicking pulse. He’d been through enough, or so he had thought. What he did to deserve yet another stranger’s attention, Billie had yet to figure out.
“I guess you could say I’m the doctor on board.” His grin was lopsided, genuine. He stepped into the light, illuminating his frail looking form. “I’m Daniel, by the way.” Billie squinted, wondering if what he saw was just a trick of the light.
“I’m blind, yes.” He chuckled; as if he could someone hear the horrified expression on Billie’s face. “You must be Billie, correct?”
He nodded, gulping audibly. There seemed to be an eternal shiver pulsing down his spine. He got the sense that Daniel was far from what most people considered ordinary. He wondered just what it was that he’d gotten himself into. First, a spoiled merchant’s daughter, next, pirates. And now, it seemed, he was faced with a vision challenged medical expert, or so he hoped. He didn’t think it was possible for his day to get any weirder.
“Don’t act so shy. I’m not going to hurt you.” His voice was calm, collected like the seashore. Billie felt himself relax, unaware, blissfully, of the inaudible chants snaking their way out the side of Daniel’s mouth. He had nearly melted by the time he’d approached him, an oddly colored flask in hand.
“Drink this; it’ll make you feel better.” He assured him, tilting the glass towards him.
Billie happily accepted the offer. Anything to feel better. Anything to numb the desperate pleas of his near shattered mind. He took a languid sip, savoring the spicy taste as it devoured his throat, throbbing from the lack of drink. He was so very thirsty. He was glad that the other man could help him quench it.
Before he knew it, he was seeing stars.
---
Daniel felt himself smile as gentle gasps filled the benign breeze, like the chorus of lovers. He had the other man in pieces now, and it was so very delicious. He could taste the amorous perfume lingering in the air, like delicate snowflakes on his tongue. It was so palpable, the attraction. He could reach out and claim it, if he so chose to…
Choose he did. Intoxicated by a confidence he’d been lacking for years, he made his way forward, a daring partner in a most wanton dance. Stealing the other man’s hand, leading him from his confusion, he brought their lips together in a clash of tongues, fire, and fingers, entwining just so to form a fabric of sorts, a thread for the one night affair they were only just beginning.
It had been so long since he’d last enjoyed the warmth of a gentleman’s touch.
Like frolicking nymphs, they clung together, spinning in a circle of lust and released inhibition. Daniel painted Billie’s portrait in his mind, seeing him through momentary touches and lingering caresses. They came together like doll parts, immaculate in their intricate design.
Like sunbeams and exotic places, their passion gathered warmth in numbers. The number of kisses on that exact, particular pale spot on Billie’s neck, or the amount of whispers that passed through Daniel’s pouting lips, eager from more.
Not a single protest, thanks to his concoction. Not one murmur of dissent or one disruptive plea dared to intrude upon their moonlit silence.
All thanks to what, when it came down to it, was essentially a drug.
But Daniel was too drunk on sloppy kisses to care. The guilt suffocated under his stifled moans, his conscious drowned out in their passionate lullaby.
His fingers traced the outline that he knew was Billie, but in his mind, he was seeing Michael, his fallen angel now buried beneath a head of stone.